interstellar404 | 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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

B1: [Ah, the parties~ While most would be using this chance to schmooze over the executives, the big wigs, a certain blonde in a bright golden coat hangs back with a different goal in mind: studying the competition. There are admittedly far more people here than Bill Cipher had been expecting, but that only made it easier to eavesdrop and pick up snippets of every conversation. After all, only half the success of being a musician depended on the actual music; keeping the public's eye on you, putting on a show for the media both on and off stage, now that was where the real goal lie. Fortunately, watching others and knowing how to be noticed in turn is what Bill excelled at; his invite to this collaboration did not come by chance. For months he has been putting together deals, chatting with old friends, making preparations for the big day. Now that he has come so far, every move counted.

Speaking of... He has been sitting in this one spot for too long, hasn't he? Someone might gather he's been watching where he oughtn't be. Quickly attempting some nonchalance, Bill turns on his heel to follow the next unlucky soul walking by; smoothly diving right into conversation as if he has been this whole time.]

“Boy! Some night it's been huh? Quite the crowd they have gathered for this little shindig.”

B2: [Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat. By the time the night was winding to a close, Bill had inserted himself into a conversation with just about any person he could. It wasn't all about blackmail, sometimes people just needed a little company to tell their woes to, a shoulder to cry on, an eager ear to listen. Sure, it didn't pay much gratuity at the start but in this business it never hurt to have someone owe you a few favors down the line...
Now that the party is winding down, however, he was feeling a tad twitchy. Bill never liked being alone with his thoughts too long, they led to some strange roads. Even now as he glances at the champagne someone just offered him, he almost succumbs to the urge to just dump the damn thing on his face as opposed to drink it; or screech to the whole room about a crackpot conspiracy no one had asked for. He almost could swear he hears a backwards whisper muttering something...

Clearly he's been sober too long! Time for a drink to dull senses.]

B3: [Demons didn't feel Happiness. They didn't express things like hope, love or joy. Those were human concepts; weirdly structured forms of thought that were as much mental as they were a part of that species' flawed biology. As a dream demon, Bill would never have experienced them, but that didn't mean he couldn't relate to the surge of emotive memories in his own weird way. Hope he has never felt, no, but elation? Sure. Euphoria? He could get behind that.

The chaos entity felt a brief remembrance of his elation over the possibilities of a new opportunity, the euphoria of being able to relax when a plan all comes though, the triumph of a world brought low before him.

He couldn't even call them memories; the never came from the same vantage point, he isn't sure he even saw color, the only consistent feature is a high pitched echoing sound of mirth. The laughter, it's haunting, it's endless, it's contagious!

Before Bill even realizes it, suddenly he's laughing too, laughing like a sappy idiot against a vacant booth. He should stop, save some face. He can't for the life of him even remember why he started, but it's the first time he's felt comfortable in his own skin since arriving at this darn party.]

Edited 2015-11-15 01:22 (UTC)

[Careful Bill, this one is almost as much as a snake as you are.]

Yes, though the company leaves something to be desired.

[There's a sly smile, is he talking about you Bill? or some of the other guests?]

Still, a party is a party.

[Oh, was that an insult? Just for him? Why, you shouldn't have!]

“Right you are, friend!”

[Bill laughs, attempting to his clap arm against the other man's shoulder only slightly harder than necessary. He gestures widely to the room.]

"Everyone loves a party! Though as selective as they are with who gets in, you have wonder what sort of criteria some of these guests brought to the table.”

[If it wasn't before it is now. He winces slightly and turns on his charmingly wicked smile]

Supposedly they have a talent for music. I'd sooner call it noise.

[He takes a sip of his wine]

But who am I to judge what the masses want?

[He'll meet your smile with a flash of teeth.]

"One might argue noise is the origin to all music."

[But then, he falls asleep to the dulcet melodies of the Rising Shepard tone.]

"One day, at the dawn of their time, humanity just up and decided to cause a calamity and then sat back to enjoy the result their violent throes!"

[He snags a glass of champagne off a passing waiter, nursing it somberly.]

"Course, they've come a long way from all that. Still, if violence created music who knows what else can be unlocked."

TEST DRIVE MEME: SECOND STAGE

Bill Cipher | Gravity Falls /Late with nightmare flavored Starbucks

B1

forgive the lack of icons (just a heads up he still has two eyes atm!)

No prob~

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