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TEST DRIVE MEME: SECOND STAGE

☆WELCOME TO INTERSTELLAR

And welcome to our second 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 around November 15th 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: It just another large scale soiree, 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 floor, as do performers of all the tops labels and bands. 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. And is that a hookah pipe corner over there? Probably.

►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 on November 15th, but it isn't required play. Besides the haunting and meeting new characters, it is considered business as usual.

☆HELPFUL INFO
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► Reserves open on November 6th at 12:01AM EDT
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[ That sounds like 'for fun' tbh. But also a fair reason. Ice is gross and should be outlawed. For some reason. ]

[ Squalo's probably looking the other way or something. He doesn't really bump into people or let them bump into him normally. But that's what happens, and he turns to yell at whoever it is. ]

Voi, don't you fucking have eye-- oooh. [ A weird sensation upon seeing the man's face. For a moment he feels like asking if they've met before -- the lamest pickup line in history, to be honest -- but no, of course that's not it. It's fucking Xanxus, who wouldn't know him? Junkyard Carnival is on the rise right now. ] You were with Dehumanizer, weren't you?

[ Congratulations, Xanxus, someone actually remembers your old death metal band. ]

[Yeah. Ice sucks balls and not in a good way.]

[What sucks more. This loud motherfucker. Even before he turns there's this weird ass feeling he knows that VOI. Where does he know that Voi from...]

[Then Sharkpunzel turns to look at him and name and face. It's driving him insane... where... ]

[ and then blinking. Because it's been a hot minute since he was burned alive in a stage accident bringing an end to Dehumanizer. And maybe that's where he's seen this guy. In the mosh pits in front of the stage ]

I was. Surprised anyone even remembers that. Can't believe Seemingly Enthroned got the play it did.

[Cause that was one of their biggest hits]

[ Only if you're hot, though. ~~Can't just walk past a sucking pun like that.~~ ]

[ Quite possible. Squalo never missed a good concert, especially after establishing his own band. There was always something to learn, borrow and make better. Also Xanxus's group always put up a great show. Too bad it had to end like that... Why does it make him feel uneasy somehow? Ah, he was there to witness it. ]

[ Words of sympathy are for pussies who don't get paid for pretending to be incarnate of evil itself on stage, though. ]

It was a good piece. Fucking bass solo, ingenius. [ wow you actually get compliments. ] Mellowed out with old age, huh?

[ So punk rock isn't exactly 'light', but it's probably friendlier to the ear than his old stuff still. ]

[That's true and if this guy gave him pity, he might just throw his glass of alcohol at him... woah..that's a nostalgic thought for some reason.]

I used that solo for the BassOff we had. Luci recorded that shit for the internet. [Yeah...he's not going to point out he got second place to a tiny woman.]

[And there's the glare and there's him throwing his glass at Squalo's head] I'm not that old, you fuck. Just because I just had my birthday doesn't make me old. Hell, I'm still practically a teenager! [Says someone who's 25 now...]

[ Maybe it's just really tempting. ]

Guess I'll have to look it up. [ There's another "VOI!!" when the glass hits him and his hand immediately rises to rub the sore spot on his head. Too slow. He really thought he'd be able to dodge it for a moment. Still, he grins, all teeth. ] Well, you're sure acting like one. Mommy didn't teach ya manners?

You will. It'll blow your fucking pants off. [And holy shit, that's so damn familiar. Everything about this guy is. It's really fucking creepy. Especially that sharky smile.]

I don't know. I've never met your mom. But I'm sure if I did, she'd be screaming my name.

[Though he really isn't too happy about anyone bringing up his mom for some reason...other people's moms...fair game.]

Counting on it.

[ Right? Squalo will write it off on being more drunk/high/tired than he thought for the moment. There's no reason to feel nostalgic about some asshole he's just met, even if he's looked up to him for a few years. ]

[ But then, oh. That little quip, so seemingly innocent... Strikes right at the one thing he hates. Not too happy, huh? That makes two of them. Except Squalo does know why he doesn't like it, and amusement all but drains from his face, leaving a teethy snarl. ]

Yeah, I'd fucking bet she would.

[ And without any warning, despite every cell in his body screaming how wrong it is for some reason, he's grabbing one of the bar stools and pretty much smashing it into the other man. ]

[All teeth. Like a goddamn shark. Well, it serve that fuck right. Only one asshole gets to make your mom references and it's him. And it's not like he knows that this dude's mom puts out like an atm.]

[He was going to keep on the line if dissing this guy's mom but that sure is a barstool smashing into him. And so much for a nice fancy party because no one hits him with a chair and gets away with it. Just as soon as he gets up off the floor.

Wierd... It feels like that shit shouldn't have knocked him over. But he's getting up and totally going to punch this guy in the dick on the way up. Because Xanxus doesn't fight clean]

[ Hey, who the fuck made him king of the your mom quips? That's right nobody so better learn to share the goddamn spotlight. ALSO YOU SHUT UP his parentage does not define him etc etc. ]

[ WHOA WHOA XANXUS HITS FOR CRITICAL DAMAGE. Squalo's hunching over in pain, but the next moment, without bothering to wait until it subsides or he can properly straighten up, he's going for a headbutt to the stomach. ]

[ They'll probably end up wrestling on the floor in no time at this rate. ]

[He did. He made himself king. So hail to the king, baby. Ain't no one taking his throne without a fight. And it looks like that's what he's about to get. A hell of a fight. It's been awhile since he's gotten to throw down with anyone. Hopefully party security and bouncers and whatever won't be quick to step in, because sharkielocks is going down.]

[Probably cause he got taken down too. Head to the gut. Hopefully, Squalo doesn't get a headache. He's got quite a sixpack there. But he's not going on the floor by himself. Nope. He's dragging that guy down with him, by the hair if he has to.]

[ Who the fuck are you calling baby. Fight him, mate. ]

[ Ah, a bassist with some actual muscles. How unusual. Makes sense considering his hatred for proper clothes, though. Gotta look hot onstage. Nonetheless, Squalo's got a pretty hard head, so he'll probably avoid further trauma for now. ]

[ He's still a bit disoriented from that dick hit, so he can't escape that iron grip on his hair, and down he goes. As soon as they're on the floor, he'll be trying to grab onto the guy's arms to stop him from throwing any more punches, and kicking at his legs or wherever he can reach. All the while swearing loudly -- ]

[ In Italian. ]

[ That...that hard head. That's so damned familiar it's not even funny. It's like something telling him he could throw a broken wall at this dude and it wouldn't bother him. What a strange damn thought. Besides, he's got other things to worry about. Like mounting this bucking sharko and trying to punch his teeth in. Pretty boy won't be so pretty when he's done with him.

Except there's that swearing and his hand stops short.

Because that language... it makes his head hurt. He's been doing that more often himself. Strange foreign words slipping into his vocabulary. So the punching stops for a moment because he's just sitting on the man to stare at him]

The fuck...the fuck does that mean! What did you just say!

[ Don't be silly. They're artists, they don't throw broken walls at each other. Maybe some bottles or instruments. Come on. ]

[ He's a pretty spirited fighter, but in the end he's the (slightly) lighter, scrawnier of the two, so he ends up on the bottom soon enough. It doesn't count as a victory if you get it by sitting on your opponent, you damn fatass! -- and he's reaching out, trying to grab one of those chair pieces that should be on the floor nearby... but then everything pauses, and he blinks up at the guy staring down at him. He sure just stopped? Why would anyone be so unsettled by simple old (fake!)Italian? ]

[ He remains still for the moment, but he does grin widely again, the look in his eyes sharp. ]

"Get your dick off of me", asshole.

[And bar stools. Don't forget those. But yeah... no wall chunks. Who even knew where that came from.]

[And yeah, the punching has stopped and the sitting has started. And back off. He's not fat! That's 100% muscle and attitude, Jackass.]

Ah... I see... Well, guess what. Not happening.

[In fact, he might just move up and teabag your dumb face]

[ Yes of course. And regular chairs, maybe. Cats? Not walls, though. ]

[ SURE THAT'S WHAT THEY ALL SAY. ATTITUDE IS FUCKING WEIGHTLESS OR FUCKING RYUKO COULD FLIP YOU OVER. ]

Fuck!

[ Yeah go ahead. He's going to grip the man's thigh and sink his teeth into whatever is closest to him. No matter how thick the pants are, it's not really gonna do much in the way of protection... ]

[He'll never throw cats. Never. Never ever. He likes cats. Especially stripey asshole cats...he doesn't know why.]

[And teabagging this asshole was a bad idea it seems. Fucker has some sharp teeth. Like a goddamn shark.]

MOTHERFUCKER!

[And he's not sitting on him anymore but trying to kick him in the head]

[ Probably because he is one lbr. Also you can throw things even if you like them! But sure, Squalo can live without scratch marks on the face. ]

[ He grins angrily, and rolls to avoid the worst of that blow, though it still scrapes him. A moment later, he'll be trying to grab Xanxus's boot and twist it, hopefully bringing him to the ground again. ]

Nah, she's too old and ugly for my tastes.

[He might or might not be wearing cattoys still. That's how much of a cat he is. He also likes to randomly knock shit over and nap in sunny spots and yowl until he gets attention before ignoring your existence.]

[And there's a pull. He goes down, which is weird. That shouldn't take him down... But have an elbow drop to the solar plexus for your trouble]

She wouldn't want your tiny dick anyway. She has class, unlike your mom!

[ Wow so basically 100% cat. Which kind of sucks because Squalo is at least 80% fish. Welp. ]

[ There's a dull 'oof', but a moment later he's pulling on the man's hair like the adult he is, probably planning to try and smash his head into the floor, and taking a deep breath -- ]

MY DICK IS NOT TINY

[The other 20% is totally hair. Fish and hair.]

[so much hair that it's easy as hell to grab hold of it. Dumbass is going to have a hell of a time with that side shave. But Xanxus has feet of the stuff to grab and use to try and wrench the dude's neck out of place.

and HOLY FUCK THAT FUCKER IS LOUD. He actually can't hear anything for a good minute or two after.]

It's so small you need a fucking microscope to masterbate!

[From your mom to dick jokes. Yep. This night is going well]

[ Accurate. ]

[ Goddamn side shave. It looks kind of hot, but it also means Squalo loses a few precious moments of grasping around before he can manage to latch on the longer hair in the middle. Or one of the cattoy accessories, whichever. ]

[ He growls, whether in frustration or pain, and jabs two fingers into the soft spot between the man's collarbones and throat, hoping to make him let go. ]

Don't fucking shove your own problems on others!!

[ 'I know you are but what am I'. Adults at work here. ]

[ Total adults. There's probably going to be tabloids about it. About how bad boy bassist and bad boy cello player threw down at a fancy party and ruined everything. It'll probably be titled "why we can't have nice things" and just consist of pictures of the two of them fighting ]

[ And those fingers hurt. Not as much as they should. It should be like...iron or something and weird why did he just think that. Things that make no damn sense when you're trying to beat the shit out of a guy for a thousand, Alex. ]

Only thing I'm shoving onto you is a beatdown, scum. You opened this can of whoopass now you're going to drink it!

[ Well as soon as the bitch stops choking him that is. ]

[ Clearly there should be. And if not we'll just have to re-enact this in-game as many times as it takes. Sounds like a title for a new EP tbh. ]

[ He continues struggling on the floor, gives up on trying to free his hair and tries to punch Xanxus in the stomach with his other hand, still holding the left at his throat. Damn it, he should have taken up bench-pressing when his manager suggested it after all. ]

Not if you drink it first, dickwad!!

[ "NO U" ]

[ Totally an EP. Just the two of them screaming at each other from their recording booths, bass and cello fighting over who's more awesome. It'll make a crapton of money. ]

[ Too bad, so sad for Squalo. Xanxus might not have his shonen bullshittery, but he can still bench twice his weight. So suck on that, shark boy. But fuck, the dude punches hard. Good thing he hasn't eaten or he might just puke on Squalo's face. ]

And how do you propose to do that. You're already on your back. Learned that from your mom, did you. Making her so proud.

[ We must make it happen. Ftr, Squalo can make his cello sound pretty much like a distorted bass, except that's by far not the limit. ]

[ Is that an invitation, scar boy. ]

...

[ And, of course, then there's that. Squalo actually freezes up for a moment, his face going from red to pale in absolute rage. Without really thinking, his hand slips from the guy's throat to the collar of his jacket, and apparently powered by white-flashing anger he manages to sit up (mostly), while simultaneously pulling Xanxus down -- and yeah, he's smashing the top of his head into the asshole's face. ]

[ He has a damn hard head, too. ]

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