TEST DRIVE MEME: SECOND STAGE

[interdimanagers]

☆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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Comments

[youprobablykilledme]

Sans-!

[He'd been falling behind, but she assumed that was because he was running in his slippers. Now that he's flat on his face and the army is closing in...Toriel is no longer playing around.

...As in, she was just playing around with Sans like they always do before, not that she wasn't taking this seriously. The situation is just serious enough to not joke now. Anyway, she skids to a halt but not without slipping to the ground in the snow. She scrambles to her feet, bolts to him, shoves her hands under his body and lifts. Skeletons aren't heavy, but they're running out of time.

The army is closing in and she's only just now on her way to the trees. She should have realized he'd have too much trouble running in slippers! She should have done this from the beginning! She gasps out a sentence as she runs.]

If I threw you...could you escape...through the trees?

[exhumerus]

HFF-!

[Hitting the ground had been kind of nice, really. It'd allowed him to catch his breath for a moment, and to pretend for a moment that he didn't have anywhere to be going. Part of him had just wanted to stay there, really - if things were going this south, it probably wouldn't last time, right? This is all feeling way too familiar, up to and including the way he can practically feel the time stream staggering around them.

He probably wouldn't have bothered even trying to get up if Toriel hadn't been there to witness it, and he definitely wouldn't have made it up nearly as quick if she wasn't there to literally haul him up by the waist. His gasping breaths are momentarily joked out by the motion. He's already starting to sweat, however that is even possible for a skeleton in the first place.]

Throw - throw me?

[His gut instinct is "no, that sounds bad" but he also doesn't have a ton of time to argue. The last thing he wants to do is cause a fuss when she has better things to be doing. She can obviously outrun him by a landslide, and the fact that the people they're running from are in some kind of air ship that seems more and more like it's coming straight for them...well. Sans has rapidly gotten to the point where he feels like he should just accept that the jig is up.

But he knows that someone like Toriel isn't going to just accept that from him. They never do. It's a real problem.]

Throw me wherever you want, Tori. [His words are still labored by him trying to catch his breath - even a relatively short sprint has taken a lot out of him.] Just don't waste more of your time on me than you gotta, okay?

[youprobablykilledme]

It will get you into the trees where you can hide from them. Don't try to run, just hide.

[Sans is not ever going to make it if he runs and she knows she doesn't need to tell him that. Mostly she wants to make sure he doesn't just surrender to them in some attempt to buy her time or get it over with. They CAN escape. They just need to stay determined.

She's still strong, even with her fireballs on the fritz, and she's fast...but this army is terribly fast as well, and it's now or never. She doesn't quite toss him like a football -she has to get two hands involved- but the comparison isn't totally unwarranted. Even if she gets him close to the trees, that should give him time to play with.

And so long as she doesn't brain him on a stump. It will still leave her in open, but she should be able to close the gap quickly enough...

Suddenly, bursts of some kind of gas explode around her, the pink somehow being among the more garish colors she's seen today. It fills the space around her quickly, and makes her cough, flooding her mouth and her nose, making her eyes water. But she isn't going to give up the run until she knows they're both safe...]

[exhumerus]

[Oh, it's entirely possible that Sans would just give up, and not even necessarily for reasons as heroic as buying time. None of this seems like a winning proposition, but he is pretty sure that Toriel would be faring better if she spent less time playing ring toss with his ribcage. As it is, he's not 100% sure he is going to survive whatever she is intending to accomplish with this maneuver.

It takes a lot to panic Sans, but evidently throwing him into a thicket of trees like a lawn dart is enough. It's not very graceful. He doesn't exactly scream, but he does clatter into the "snow" in a messy pile, and is so stunned by the fall that he can't actually do much but lie there stunned. "Just hide" she says. How about he just hides by continuing to lay here and act like a dead human. Sounds convincing to him, he was born with the perfect camouflage.

God, that hurt. He really should have advised against this. He thinks he might have broken something. Heh.

With significant effort he manages to turn himself over, his bones continuing to ache. Oh god, what is that? That doesn't look good. He raises a hand, hazily trying to conjure what little magic he can manage to pull together. First person to come close to her is getting boned in the most literal sense.]

[youprobablykilledme]

[Poor Sans! Throwing him...might just have been a bad idea. She probably risked breaking a bone or two...or all of them doing that. And she didn't think about how tired he already was, meaning that he couldn't get out of sight...

...But Toriel is thinking this more than she's feeling it. Somehow the world seems to be getting less and less important, even as she starts to stumble. The vague memory of snow around her feet seems less cold, even as the trees start to warp around her. Is that in her head, or is the world just changing...?

Toriel swoons, landing on her side as though she slipped on a piece of garbage. Her head is spinning, all filled with flies and fluff. But still she pulls herself on all fours to crawl away from her pursuers. She's so close! She's...so...close!]