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Interdimensional Managers ([personal profile] interdimanagers) wrote in [community profile] interstellar4042015-11-01 08:30 pm
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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.

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lowres: (Curious ✣ Feeling its gentleness)

[personal profile] lowres 2015-11-02 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
(A.1)

Simon?

[Nia feels as if she's been wandering forever. Absolutely forever. She doesn't quite understand what's happening, but perhaps this is a part of the Outside world! What a fantastic new experience. She just wishes someone was here to help her figure out what this experience is...]

Kittan? Yoko?

[Yeah they're... probably not going to show up, but Nia has her hopes. She'd seen them, after all, just before finding her way here, so they must be here as well! She thinks. Maybe. She doesn't quite know, but she has her hopes.

Her hands are clutched in front of her as if in prayer, and she looks from side to side as she walks, which means she's not paying attention to where she's going. Which means she is going to walk face first into someone at some point or another right? She blinks for a few moments before beaming at the person she has just interrupted.]


Good afternoon! Or perhaps evening, I am not certain. Might I ask you where we are? I am afraid I am not very familiar with this sort of thing as of yet!

(A.2)

[Nia is... not running from these spacemen. She doesn't quite understand that this is a dangerous situation?

Instead she is offering her politest curtsy to them. They're human-shaped, moreso than beastmen or ganmen, and so that must mean they're allies, mustn't it?]


Hail and well met, sir!

[Please, please, please get this sheltered child to run.]

(B.1)

[While Nia might be very young, she is also very, very excitable, bounding around the room and calling attention to herself like you would not believe. Dressed in an absurdly bright dress and bright jewelry that would put a rainbow to shame, Nia is absolutely and totally on her game tonight. She will laugh and joke and play the role of a princess as she does, until, of course, someone gets on her nerves. Did you scuff her shoe? Or perhaps bump into her? Or maybe grab her shoulder to get her attention.

At that point, everything changes and there is a tiny blonde with the fury of a thunderstorm, arms crossed over her chest and frown set into her face.]


How dare you touch me?! Who do you think I am? [Yeah Nia calm ur tiny self. Approach her in either her good or bad mood, it's like she's two completely different people.]

(B.3)

[Well, after that temper tantrum, Nia of course needs some time to calm down. She does so by getting herself a drink--

A boy hanging upside down from the ceiling, in the cockpit of a giant face. He's small and dirty, but he looks at her with a confident smile.

"Nia! I'm here to rescue you! Come on!"

And though her vision is blurry with tears, she leaps forward to throw her arms around him. "Simon!" And in that moment she feels love like she's certain she's never felt before. Love radiating from him and love in her own heart.


--Her glass crashes to the ground as she takes a step back, her breath taken away completely by the thought, and her eyes welling with tears. It's like she's forgotten something. Something so, so important.]

... S-Simon...?
dame_tsuna: (See what I see)

A-1 And apologies for the rusty muse

[personal profile] dame_tsuna 2015-11-02 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[As it turns out, she walks right into the back of another unfortunate victim of this strangeness. Not that this is unusual. Tsuna is always an unfortunate victim of some strangeness or another. You'd think he'd be used to it by now and take everything in stride.]

HIIIIE!!!

[Nope. He squeals and stumbles away from her in a brief panic which ends with him tripping and falling on his butt. Good job Tsuna. Way to make a good first impression.]
scalpedsociety: (Default)

Aramat Drawdes | Alabaster

[personal profile] scalpedsociety 2015-11-02 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
A1: [To be fair, at first she thought the girls had brought her something that has... strange effects when smoked at first, but then Aramat remembers that no opium was consumed today.

So what exactly is happening here? Is it a dream? The scenery is shifting, melting into other places...]


Biancabella? Isolde?

A2: [And then they came, like a raid on a prison. Knocking out and snatching up those that couldn't run. Aramat knows to run, but soon she hears the tell-tale sound of electricity on flesh behind her. She panics, becomes like a cornered animal, fearful and willing to do anything to get out, get out, get out...]

B1: [It's not her first time in a party like this usually she'd do all sorts of things to even get a ticket to these industry parties, but it's her first time being there as a V.I.P., as Datura. All these years of work and rock and roll chaos has finally payed off.

So she's celebrating and knocking back drinks.]


B2: [This is a nightclub, so many things could be heard in in-between the pounding music and the half yelled out conversations between the industry heads and the various musician between themselves. Remember... remember.... She turns over to someone to ask them about this, but she hears the same thing in her ear.]

REMEMBER WHAT?!

B3: [It hits her as soon as she leaves for the restroom, when she fixes up her makeup. Perhaps it was all the women around her, but it's something familiar. They need her, they need her... why did she leave?

And Miss Seward is at the mirror, tears forming on her heavily lined eyes.]
sharktrash: (grin // pride)

Superbia Squalo // KHR!

[personal profile] sharktrash 2015-11-02 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
-- B1

[ Only chumps drink for courage. Decent people drink for fun. At least that seems to be Squalo's view on things as he's parked right there at the bar, a slight grin playing on his lips, glass in hand, scanning the crowd with his eyes for anyone who might be worth talking to. ]

[ Finally, his last shitty band had finally lucked out (thanks to him, obviously) and he was finally noticed and offered a significant contract. Soon enough, the world was going to be crazy about him. ]

[ In the meantime, publicity and contacts, and you could get one of those out of any person (basically by hitting them in the face if they didn't want to work with you). Hey, see that leather-clad guy with ass-long hair and a superior smirk? He might be coming your way right now -- ]


-- B2

[ He doesn't pay it much mind at first. Noticing things like that was for the superstitious and paranoid, and he only believed in glory, thank you very much. ]

[ The letters on the mirror, though, whether it's the bathroom or the hallway (because he would go to either of those to check himself out at least every twenty minutes) are really damn hard to miss. He still doesn't think it's anything supernatural, of course. No, it's obviously someone trying to ruin his goddamn evening. ]

[ So he'll be turning and decking whoever happens to be closest to him right across the face, because the nearest person had to be the culprit, right? ]


-- WILD CARD

[ So, this wouldn't icly be a good idea in-game... but TDM YOLO applies. ]

[ Hello, here's your Facebook/Twitter/Whatever update. ]


so you know how crazy fans cut off chunks of your hair and shit

guess what

I WOKE UP MISSING A HAND TODAY.

i shit you not.


[ Attached is a rather graphic image of a stump. The red on it may or may not be ketchup, but either way hopefully you weren't eating breakfast right now... ]
lowres: (Comforting ✣ With harmonious talk)

not at all i am rusty too

[personal profile] lowres 2015-11-02 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well this is familiar to her! She smiles at him warmly in her Mary Sue way, and offers him out a hand when he falls.]

You do not need to be afraid! I am a human, as well.
flies_solo: (glaring daggers)

normally i wouldn't do this, but it calls to me. B2

[personal profile] flies_solo 2015-11-02 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, you did not!

A few drinks in to the evening and the paparazzi's continued harassment had Hibari's agitation at an all time high. He was just in the bathroom finishing his business when the blow came from nowhere. It caught him in the face, and it was only by the grace of his own strength that he remained standing.

Shooting a withering glare at his assailant, one that could have melted a fish eye lens in two seconds flat, Hibari wordlessly responded in kind--

--With an equally rage fueled right hook.

You don't just punch Kyoya Hibari and get away with it.
sharktrash: (shouting // fucking hell)

rip bathroom

[personal profile] sharktrash 2015-11-02 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ SURE DID. ]

[ Now, Squalo is not exactly slow, but right now his reflexes are still those of a rowdy musician rather than a world-class assassin. So while he manages to lean back to somewhat soften the blow, it still catches him pretty damn hard. ]

[ The back of his head hits the mirror, and unless it's some super sturdy space-age material there's probably gonna be a dent. ]


Vooooi!! [ Without bothering to recover, he goes for a kick to one of the guy's kneecaps. ] The fuck's your fucking problem?!
thelittlemerman: (Default)

Finnick Odair | The Hunger Games

[personal profile] thelittlemerman 2015-11-02 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
A1.
[They don't let him out of his room very often.]

[They pretend that he's free to go wherever he wants, but whenever he strays too far some broad-shouldered grey-clad soldier comes to gently steer him back to the medical ward. They tell him he needs his rest, that he's been through a lot. They don't believe the words they're saying anymore and he's starting to suspect that he's beyond help.]

[He doesn't notice at first when the grey halls shift and fade. He's got his eyes on the rope in his hands, pulling apart a knot he just tied so he can tie another one, and when he looks up he realizes that he doesn't know where he is.]


Hello?

[A District 13 trick? Did they dose him with something? Worse - a Capitol trick?]

Who's out there? What's going on?

[He's trying, he's trying to sound like he's ready to fight but his voice is breaking. He thought he was done fighting, that he could just rest for a while. He turns in circles, his knuckles going white on the rope in his hands.]


B1.
[Finnick behaves like he's been doing this his whole life. Rubbing elbows with the elite comes so easily to him, and even though he's just made it big he waltzes around like he's a seasoned rock star.]

[You're most likely to find him in the midst of some hilarious anecdote, surrounded by people who may be his superiors or maybe they're just fellow bandmates. Either way he's putting on a mask - maybe you've spoken to him before and you've seen his competitive edge and just how cutting it can be. Maybe you're just about to introduce yourself and you still think all that charm is genuine. Be careful about approaching him. He's all smiles now but the kindness can become cruelty on a dime.]


B3.
[In a rare moment alone, when he's not shmoozing, Finnick finds himself at the bar nursing a rather expensive glass of whiskey. He has decided that there are a select few people here that require another glass or two of alcohol to deal with, so he's taking care of that now as he checks his phone boredly.]

[It's when he puts his phone down, sits up, and looks down at his hands that everything shifts. He's not looking at the polished dark wood of a bar but the white sheets of a hospital bed. There's a delicate hand next to his, and he shifts his hand a few inches to hold it gently. He looks up, and it's a girl, and his heart breaks but he doesn't know why. Her red hair is fanned out beneath her head and she's frowning in her sleep. Her eyelids flutter, and his heart breaks all over again when he says her name...]


Annie...

[Then he's back at the bar. He frowns and shakes his head and picks up his drink, looking around for the bartender.]

What's in this?
lowres: (Bubbly ✣ Float in the blue sky)

A

[personal profile] lowres 2015-11-02 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, the girl who approaches him looks at least tiny and harmless enough. Nia smiles at him, not recognizing any cues that he's upset.]

I am Nia! Who are you? [Nia no that isn't. A call to introduce yourself.] I wish I could explain what is happening, but I'm not sure myself. I was with Simon and the others before, but now I am here. Though I don't really know where "here" is...
thelittlemerman: (sadness//no time to deal)

[personal profile] thelittlemerman 2015-11-02 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[She looks harmless, but Finnick knows better than that. He backs away and keeps his distance.]

Who's Simon? Are you from thirteen?
lowres: (Confused ✣ I ask a bird)

[personal profile] lowres 2015-11-02 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I do not think I understand. You can be from a number? [This is not something she's learned yet. She is from Teppelin, but perhaps this is an Outside thing she doesn't understand??? She's workin' on it.]
thelittlemerman: (sadness//disbelief)

[personal profile] thelittlemerman 2015-11-02 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[His body shudders with a sob, and he looks around at the nothingness desperately.]

Someone please help! I won't leave my room again... just...

[He brings his hand to his face, to cover his eyes as he tries not to fall to the ground.]
lowres: (Confronted ✣ To break me)

[personal profile] lowres 2015-11-02 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[She. Does not understand what's happening, though she's dealt with despair before, she's never seen it come on so suddenly or violently. She reaches out a hand to steady him.]

Why would you not leave your room? Have you done something worth punishing? I do not know how to help you, but perhaps it would be better if we stuck together...?
thelittlemerman: (sadness//no time to deal)

[personal profile] thelittlemerman 2015-11-02 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Finnick draws away from her.]

Don't! How do I know you're not a trick?

[He takes a few steps away from her, looking around for an escape, but then he falls to his knees. He's still trying not to sob, because he knows he won't be able to call out if it starts.]

Help! Please, help!
flies_solo: (menacing)

Rest In Pieces

[personal profile] flies_solo 2015-11-02 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hibari barely managed to dodge the blow, stumbling into the adjacent sinks in doing so. Grabbing onto one to stabilize himself, he scowled at the stranger-- the promise of violence lurked in his eyes.]

I should be the one asking that question.

[He fired off another punch without warning-- there was no way he was turning this fight down!]
lowres: (Uncertain ✣ The flower of memories)

[personal profile] lowres 2015-11-02 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't approach for a moment, but then she follows his steps and crouches in front of him. Her head is tilted to the side and a concerned frown sits on her mouth.]

I know it is very frightening to not know where you are. Not very long ago, I woke up very far from what I had once thought was home. I have had to deal with many frightening things since then, and many people who have met me have had to deal with terrible things as well.

It is all right to cry, but you should not give up. If you are frightened, perhaps think of things you can do to help yourself.
sharktrash: (damn it // teeth)

[personal profile] sharktrash 2015-11-02 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He won't stop it before it hits -- and there's a dull grunt at the impact -- but he will grab the teen's(?) arm before he can pull it away for another punch. And once he's got a hold on the other, he'll be shoving him into the stalls, pretty hard. ]

I'm asking the goddamn questions here! The hell's with that message, huh? I didn't fucking order secret admirers!
flies_solo: (windblown)

[personal profile] flies_solo 2015-11-02 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)


[The blow was barely dodged with enough time for it to impact his shoulder instead of his face, but there was no holding out against the full-body shove into the stall. The plastic door slammed open, shaking wildly on it's hinges, and there was just enough maneuverability in there to not end up directly in the (thankfully clean) toilet. Snarling, Hibari made to grab at that long, unbound hair with his free hand and gave it a sharp yank.]

Only a squalling, pre-teen girl would admire the likes of you, [he spat, wrapping that long hair in his fingers before shoving his knee into his assailant in a sharp blow.] Or teenage rebels who have nothing better to do with their lives. What fucking message are you even crying about?

[He had only come in here to go to the bathroom, and-- honestly-- he was feeling very attacked right now.

Good thing that a fight was just what he needed.]
thelittlemerman: (sadness//just sittin)

[personal profile] thelittlemerman 2015-11-02 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[He thinks of ways to help himself, but it comes back to the same thing over and over, but he can't. He's never been able to. He won't do it, won't leave her alone, not while they could still save her. He's the only one that knows her, that can protect her, even while he's like this...]

I can't...

[He sits down on the ground, drawing his knees up. He's not quite crying anymore, but his tone is broken and lost.]

They'll come get me. Or the Capitol will come kill me. I don't care which anymore.
losingherhead: (Don't need a brain to think about this)

B1

[personal profile] losingherhead 2015-11-02 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[She was just trying to reach the snack table angry child, good lord. Celty doesn't even see her at first, only looking down through her fancy party mask when she hears the angry voice.

She raises an eyebrow before putting up her hands in an apologetic gesture.
]
lowres: (Small ✣ With the soft wind)

[personal profile] lowres 2015-11-02 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you no longer want to live, sir?

[She hasn't moved, she just looks confused.] Simon said something similar to me, once, that he did not care what happened to him. But I think that is wrong. Because you are still seeking out help, you must want to live, mustn't you?

I would not want the capitol to kill you, because I do not think you want to die.
lowres: (Determined ✣ The white clouds)

[personal profile] lowres 2015-11-02 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Aren't you even going to answer me?! [Nia dat rude.]
losingherhead: (Default)

[personal profile] losingherhead 2015-11-02 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[She stares at Nia for a second.

She reaches through her purse, pulls out a few notecards, and sifts through them. Finally locating a satisfactory one, she shows it to her.
]

No.
lowres: (Protective ✣ Pass away)

[personal profile] lowres 2015-11-02 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nia hmphs, moving a hand to her hip.] And who do you think you are?
losingherhead: (Default)

[personal profile] losingherhead 2015-11-02 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[She glances between two cards carefully.

"Celty Sturluson, of [insert band here]"

"Better than you"

She looks at Nia again. Then back at the cards.
]

Better than you.

[Worth it.]

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