interstellar404 | ☆MUSICIAN TEST DRIVE: OHHH YEAH

☆WELCOME MUSICIANS

And welcome to our fourth TDM! We've got two types of prompts to use this time around: the first takes place while your character is in the process of being captured, and the second is during their first brainwashed rockstar networking gig. The former is designed to be considered 100% game canon if you make it in officially, while the later is more speculative and will only work if you get lucky during label and band selection.

☆THE TALENT SEARCH
These prompts are design to be kept as game canon after acceptance, and can be used as the official story of how your character was captured. Importantly, the kidnappers entering your timeline causes massive time distortions, which means that the outcome of this scenario will stagger and replay itself multiple times before settling on an outcome. This means that after the fact, you character may remember being captured multiple ways, or going in more than one direction, before the timeline settled on a final path. Or at least, they'll remember this until their memories are wiped shortly afterwards, but that's okay! That's what memory regains are for. Read this page for more specifics on this situation. Any powers the characters have will be weakened and prone to malfunction to the point of uselessness.

►A1) THE SEARCH: It always starts out this way, doesn't it? At some point in your life, you were just doing your thing, wherever you call home. Then, all at once, it's like you've been torn from your dimension by the roots. Time and space displace, and it's like you've been shifted one layer of reality to the left - like some kind of subspace where you can see your reality through it, like a rainbow surrealist image of your home. Even if you can see this ghost image of where you were, you can't interact with it meaningfully. Any friends or family are somewhere else. As you begin to wander, without any other options, you'll find that the scenery gradually shifts to ghost images of other places, other worlds. If you wander long enough, you'll even find other people, lost just like you are. But you probably won't have much time - you've been brought here for a reason, after all.

►A2) THE HUNT: It could happen almost immediately, or it could happen hours later - but, at some point, your dimensional kidnappers start to do their sweep. Space Men in black body suits and gas masks pursue you on foot and in small spaceships, trying to sweep you and the other displaced up like fish in a net. Their guns contain a weird pink gas that will knock out most with only a single breath - and for those more enduring, they have the heavy artillery, like electrical nets and guns. The fallen will be sealed up into stasis pods for transport and loaded onto the ships, which seem like the only way to get out of this place by choice. This is where it ends, but are you going to put up a fight?

NOTE: Characters already in game can't really tag into these sections, so try to tag around to other first time character tests if you can!

☆WELCOME HOME
By default, these prompts aren't considered canon, but if after you are accepted and sorted they can be tweaked into working for you, it'll be totally okay to keep them as a part of your rockstar's personal history. This occurrence is something that will be happening in early March game time, but of course, what remains canon and what doesn't will be subject to who is accepted and where they are placed. This takes place after being kidnapped and brainwashed, as your character is first joining their new label. As usual, this is celebrated with a party.

►B1) PLAY IT STRAIGHT: The season of Spring Break has begun, and like most things in Vista City, it's carried out to total excess. This is only one of the first, preliminary shindigs of what is assured to be many - much like the Solstice, celebrations for Spring Break also go on forever. This time, it takes place around a pool, and it's not just with industry people - it's also with a smattering of particularly rich or attractive fans. It's a chance to mingle with all your exciting new business connections - something typical to the high music society of Vista City - but maybe it's not yet typical to you.

For a number of the freshly signed on newbies, this is their first real taste of what their new label has to offer - either Virgo or Pride - and the sheer glamour of it may be intoxicating. Industry big wigs scatter the area, as do performers of all the tops labels and bands, and their VIP fans and investors. Maybe you feel intimidated. Maybe you want to make your mark. Or maybe you're not quite as new as some, and are just trying to get through the evening. Either way, they is plenty of booze available if you need some liquid courage. Yet...is it just you, or do most of the other fledging musicians look awfully grim lately?

►B2) TOTALLY NORMAL: The signs of it are small, at first. Glasses you set down seeming out of place, stuff that almost looks like words written in the condensation on your glass. These little hauntings only get more and more persistent as the night continues, almost like some otherworldly presence is following you. You can feel them lurking nearby at times, like an unusual spot of cold or warmth in the air. None of the higher ups seem to notice but...to some of your new peers, this feels like old news. Eventually the signs become bolder, and at some point in the evening you'll hear it whispered in your ear or written on the bathroom mirror: "Remember."

►B3) REMEMBER: And you do. It strikes you suddenly, a feeling like a foreign presence straying through your mind. You remember something of your past, pertaining to the emotional affinity Love, Duty, Passion, or Hope - whichever feeling describes the person you used to be best. Except you know nothing of that life now, nothing except this single, strange thought in a room full strangers.

NOTE: Current characters definitely go to this party in earlier March, but it isn't required play. Besides the usual hauntings and meeting new characters, it is considered business as usual. Pride Records and Virgo Entertainment's employees are uneasily coexisting, pretty much because they have to in order to keep up appearances. Body guards are out in full force. It's sort of tense.

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Idris is actually a bit less impressed than before, though the wings have her wondering if he drink was spiked. It isn't that Utau was a poor singer, but she had a pretty typical pop-rock voice. It is a nice voice, but, "We'll see what they really want to hear when our album comes out." She didn't want to be mean, but she was indeed disappointed. "I suppose you have passion in your performance, but I can't hear it as much in your voice. Don't worry though, I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"You want to hear passion in my voice?" she asked, fire in her eyes. "Fine."

She rolled her shoulders. She felt like there should be someone else here, two someones, almost. But it was just her and this hyped up old lady who needed to take a step back. She closed her eyes, heard violin in her head and when she felt the moment hit, her eyes snapped open, and they managed to seem dead inside and yet burning with rage at the same time, like some part of her soul had been ripped away from her.

But she sang. Where her last song, not that she recalled, had been used to steal the dreams from the strongest dreamers who came to her concert, steal their heart's eggs, their souls almost... this one had been a siren's song that summoned children to her and then stole eggs from all of them. Maybe the other song had more passion, but this had more power, and at the moment, she was very much confusing the two.

Sexy politely clapped for her. "That does sound better, but you lost all the soul in your eyes," she frowns looking sad. Something was missing for this girl, and she knew that feeling all too well. Singing somehow made things hurt a little less. "Mind if I try something a bit more updated? Since you sang twice after all."

She snorted and handed over the microphone. "Be my guest. And do try something from this century. Not many senior citizens will pay for front row center. At least... not at the prices some of us command."

Sexy takes the microphone, ignoring the rude comment, and began to sing something much more modern. Much, much more modern.

It definitely showed the versatility of her voice, going from a traditional pop-jazz to a voice that would pair well with modern electronica. She has no problem putting on a show with this one too, stepping in time with the beat so her heels clack out the rhythm on the poolside floor.

Something in the song grabbed at Utau. Rather than showing it, she smirked and took back the mic. "This is the song that impresses you?" She would have preferred to have heard it a second time, knowing what she was listening for; but she'll make due. "Alright then." One breath and then she launched into the very same song. Oh, it wasn't perfect, but it was good enough that she could fake it till she could make it. She gave it her own flair, making it her own not so much by choice, but by stubbornness, because she refused to stop and admit she had lost even a single sound, so what she didn't have, she embellished. It wasn't the best ever, but wasn't terrible either. She had nothing but her music, and she would put her all into it.

Sexy gives the same gentle smile as before, "You have spirit. But your attitude is holding you back." She still claps politely for her fellow star. She didn't seem to have any ill intent or cruelty in her voice at least.

"My attitude is just fine, thank you," she said, glaring darkly at her. She had almost felt like there had once been a time when she was softer, a reason to be softer. She couldn't recall it. Didn't want to.

"Some one without an attitude doesn't glare like that unless someone's getting hurt unfairly," unfairly.... Why did that prick at her heart? She couldn't place it.

"I never said I didn't have one." she picked up her hat and went about tucking her hair back under it. "I said it is just fine. I have no problems with my attitude." Unfairly. She made a face at her as she grabbed her sunglasses. "And unfairly? Aren't you a little old for fairy tales? There is no such thing as fair. You get strong enough, good enough, you have a chance to survive. That's all there is to life. Fair is a dream, like love or magic. It doesn't happen, especially not to us."

Us? Who...us?

That seems to make the artist very sad, even if there's a lingering smile on her lips. "No, you're never too old for fairy tales. You don't grow old until you stop believing in them, and that's when you start to die."

"Well then," she said coldly, "I'm already dead." And she felt it, as if she was missing too big to name, to big to live without. But she was tired of caring. What had caring ever brought but pain? "Are we done here?"

Idris sighs, looking forlorn. The girl seemed so young and yet... "I suppose we are."

"Good. Feel free to buy my album," she said coolly as she stalked off, hips sashaying, refusing to let herself feel... anything at all.

☆MUSICIAN TEST DRIVE: OHHH YEAH

I'm canon blind, I'm afraid, but she is interesting

A singer made pop star sensation by an evil corporation that wants to use her music for evil.

whoops

I heard the premise for the game and... it seemed her perfect home.

Sexy kinda... just decided to pop in after I showed interest with Shin

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