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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
► Applications open on November 11th at 12:01AM EDT

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►A1) [It's not very long at all before Undyne gets frustrated enough with having been yanked into some kind of weird technicolor dreamscape to pull a spear, but when she does she doesn't get what she expected – it comes too gradually, and when she closes her hand around it she can feel it flickering in and out of existence as clearly as she can see it.

Her scaly lips pull back from her fangs in a disapproving, baffled sneer. She drops it (it falls slowly, glitching midair, and then it disappears) and abruptly whips around, as if expecting to catch someone by surprise.]

Hey! Hey!!! Who's messing with my spears?? Who's looking to get their butt kicked?!

►B1) [Undyne is sitting with her chin on one hand and a drink in the other, looking restless and annoyed – which isn't an unusual look for her. This kind of schmoozing is not what she became a musician for, and although this is her first time at an event like this she's already getting impatient with it. She's not here to make friends, she's here to win. Don't talk to her, you'll probably regret it.]

►B2) [The weird stuff that keeps happening is making her a different kind of restless altogether, though. She tries to pretend she doesn't notice it at first, because who flips out over weird cold patches, but it gets harder and harder as the night goes on, and eventually, when she looks down to find her glass a good foot or so from where she knows she put it down, she decides she's had enough. She's on her feet in seconds, grabbing whatever unfortunate individual is walking past by the arm and yanking them towards her.]

Hey! You! Are you messing with my drink?!

►B3) [By the time she remembers, she's already had enough of all of this – she's already getting up to leave when the memory distracts her: tomatoes smeared disastrously across a kitchen counter. Spaghetti, everywhere. Fire, everywhere; the memory of a wild, exultant pride that even with so much of herself suppressed she knows all too well, and... the sense that this is somehow important, that she remembers this because it changed something... Why??

She stops in the middle of the room, her hands clenching into fists. Trying to place the memory makes her head hurt, and it – all of this – is pissing her off. With a snarl of frustration that sounds mostly like 'ngahh', she upturns the nearest table and storms towards the exit.]

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(For yr reference: here is a little doodle of how human Undyne looks here!)

Edited 2015-11-08 05:56 (UTC)

[well, to be fair, Stampy wasn't trying to sneak up on her. he was mostly trying to investigate the blue figure in the distance, and he's just gotten his beast mode up on a small crest when

well

he falls over on to his back with a yelp, paws shielding his face]

Wah! I-it wasn't me! I promise!

[She squints at him suspiciously, the hand that held the spear still curled into a fist. Is this guy a monster? He obviously isn't a human, but...

She frowns, making her way over to try and get a better look. To be fair, he doesn't sound like he's lying.]

Who're you? You know where we are?

[he sounds like he's quite a bit freaked out, to be honest. he stays on his back, moving a paw just enough so that he can see through to the approaching alien]

...M-my name's Stampy. [at least they speak the same language] I'm- well, I'm s-supposed to be on the Gung Ho, but now I don't know what's going on...

Huh.

[After a moment's consideration, she offers him a hand up. He doesn't really seem to have hands, but in her experience rabbit people manage okay. She's kind of assuming he is a monster, which is why she doesn't introduce herself – everybody's heard of Undyne.

On the other hand, though...]

... What's the Gung Ho?

[scary looking she may be, she seems kind of nice...Stampy hesitantly accepts that hand, moving to where he's sitting on his hindquarters. he's still clearly wary, but the fact that she helped him up has done a number on his outright fear]

Mm...the ship. Our spaceship. [he tilts his head, ears twitching again] I'm a Maximal from Cybertron. I'm part of a crew - have you seen them, maybe?

Spaceship??

[Okay, maybe not a monster, then. More importantly, though: that is really cool. Undyne folds her arms over her chest, decisive.]

Nope, but I'll help you find it. Maybe we can work out what's going on here, too.

[Sure, she can't rely on her weapons any more, but who needs them when she still has her fists!!]

[spaceship.

Stampy brightens up immediately - with someone like her by his side, nothing can get them! right? maybe...well, she looks tough enough, anyway. kind of reminds him of Cohrada]

Yeah! We'll work together!

[he takes a few hops forwards, then looks back behind him to make sure she's following. actually- may be best to just walk for this, she doesn't seem like she's super fast.]

What's your name?

Undyne! [She jabs a thumb at her chest.] Used to be Captain of the Royal Guard back in the Underground. Now... I'm a gym teacher. [She sounds equally proud of both of those things.]

[both of those sound equally impressive to Stampy, really.] Oh, wow! So you're totally used to this kind of thing, right?

[for certain definitions thereof. ~~more than him, anyway.~~]

Yeah!!! [Well, not exactly. But close enough. If it's good enough for Undyne and it's good enough for Stampy what more do either of them need, right?? She grins.] C'mon, kid, let's find your spaceship.

[They are totally going to get KO'd by spacemen within fifteen minutes.]

[Peni Parker, absent her robot suit and accompanied by spider, flinches slightly before responding. She isn't too worried, since her spider-sense is still functioning, but...]

I think it's the guys in the black suits withe the guns. My suit started malfunctioning after a while too; I had to ditch it back there.

What? [She narrows her eyes, but she seems to take the girl at her word, bristling and tense at the shoulders as she casts around for some sign of the assailants she mentioned.] I haven't seen any guys like that. Where are they?

That way. [She jerks her thumb behind her.] They had electric nets and giant dropships. It was a lot of noise.

I've been trying to avoid them ever since; I think they got preoccupied by the suit.

[The assumption is always that the weird situation you are in is going to be related to the last weird situation you were in - like, how many weird situations are there supposed to be for one person, right? Except, Sans has always had the misfortune of being a little more self aware than most, at least in regards to his place in the universe. And this doesn't feel quite like that.

There are similarities, no doubt. He has an acute sense of certain temporal anomalies in his immediate presence, a similar sort of stopping and starting that he's observed before. But that was always so much more...linear.

So, really, he has no idea what's going on either. But with him, it can be sort of hard to tell, especially when he just kind of saunters out of nowhere with his hands tucked into his hoodie.]

Hey, Undyne. What's up?

[Yep, that's it.]

[She actually kind of jumps, but to be fair, she's a lot more on edge than he is.

Not that it's really hard, to be more on edge than Sans.

Undyne frowns down at him, one hand on her hip.]

What's up?? My weapons are shot and I don't know where we are! [She gestures expansively with the other hand.] This isn't what weather usually looks like up here!!

[Is that a reason to worry? Probably. Sans hasn't really tried any of his spells, but they aren't really something he's prone to whipping out trivially.

...Unless they'd make a good prank. Or if he has to walk somewhere more than fifteen paces away. Or if...okay, well, maybe he doesn't actually have high standards at all, but he's made it this far without them, hasn't he?]

A real fish out of water, huh?

[Must We]

[We Must]

More like a swordfish out of water that someone punched the snout off of.

... No, actually, because I can still punch stuff and a swordfish doesn't have fists! [If only there was actually something available to punch. She's getting antsy.] What the hell is going on here?!

Heh.

[Well, he respects her dedication to realism. Still, her cooperation gets a grin out of him - in the sense that he was technically grinning already, and is, in fact, always grinning, all the time.

Still, this is weird enough that he feels like he probably has to deal with it, at least a little bit.]

No idea, to be honest. I haven't felt anything like this for a while...

[Which...Undyne wouldn't really understand the context of, really, but that's fine. He's used to saying cryptic things he can't expect everyone to understand.]

My bet's on...something magic.

Yeah, obviously. [Come on, Sans. That isn't helpful!] But why??

[She clenches and unclenches her fists a couple of times, looking around again as though the cause is going to reveal itself. Then, abruptly –]

I'm going to find whoever's pulling this and punch them until they tell me what's going on. You can stay here if you want.

[Aw, how sweet of her to acknowledge that he's probably just going to sit on his ass! Maybe it's a sign of the actual urgency of the matter that He doesn't take her up on it.]

A tempting offer, but I think I'll tag along this time. Your particular flair for showmanship deserves an appreciative peanut gallery.

[He'd like to know who is causing it, too...anyone capable of messing with timelines like this has always been an incredibly risky prospect. He's tentatively started to trust that Frisk is going to leave well enough alone, but if someone else is suddenly doing it...

If he had a real stomach, it would probably turn. His left eye flickers blue for a few moments, and then stops.]

...I'd hate to miss out.

[What a shame Undyne's busy scanning the horizon when his eye socket does the thing.]

Hah. Yeah, whatever is going on here, someone's ass is going to get PUMMELLED.

[She doesn't ask him to help. It's Sans.]

C'mon, then.

[And she picks a direction and strides in it like she's aiming a weapon.

She doesn't really know where she's going. Everything is about equal levels of incomprehensible rainbow haziness. But picking a direction at random beats just standing around.]

[Sans disagrees, generally speaking. Standing around is great. Almost as good as sitting, or laying around. But this is starting to feel like one of those situations that isn't just going to let them keep doing that indefinitely so...may as well let Undyne nip it at the bud. She's good at that.

He wanders along after her. The urge to ask about any of the others is there, but at this point that kind of thing is useless small talk. He already can tell that she hasn't - if she had, she would have mentioned it right away.

Though she isn't paying attention, Sans's eyes are on the horizon, too. He really, really hopes that this isn't going to turn into a fight. He doesn't particularly want to watch Undyne die and he also doesn't want to have to deal with things being made his responsibility. This seems like a time for some cryptic advice - it's about as far as he's willing to push at the moment.]

So...just wondering...

Do you remember how all of you guys rushed in to pacify Asgore, and then something weird happened that none of us could remember afterwards? Right before we left the underground?

... Yeah.

[She slows down a little to look round at him, looking curious and puzzled.]

Of course I do. What's that got to do with anything?

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[This is new. A... fish-person. At least the weird doesn't stop just because she's left her world or... whatever this is. Ryuko miiight have been staring slightly, maybe, but who wouldn't?]

Don't look at me, man, this weird-ass place is full of weird-ass shit.

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