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Interdimensional Managers ([personal profile] interdimanagers) wrote in [community profile] interstellar4042015-09-13 03:08 am
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TEST DRIVE MEME: THE SELF TITLED ALBUM

☆WELCOME TO INTERSTELLAR
And welcome to our first 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 tour. 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?

☆THE MAGIC TOUR BUS
By default, these prompt 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. They take place after being kidnapped and brainwashed, on your character's first tour under their new label. As it turns out, it seems like brainwashing aliens isn't the only thing the abductees have to worry about.



B1) PLAY IT STRAIGHT: It's just another day on the tour bus, in between long stretches of highway. How do you fill your time? Do you practice your instrument, or do you take full advantage of the open bar? Do you sulk and try go to bed early? Do you yell at your bandmates for ruining the toilet? Do you troll people on Twitter? Tours being what they are, everyone is probably at least a little bit tired or cranky. Just don't do anything that will get the Manager on your ass, because that's always more trouble than it's worth.

B2) THAT'S NORMAL: The Managers aren't here, as far as you can tell, leaving you in a moment of relative relaxation. Something about those guys just make you uneasy, and they're always shoving you around and making you do things you don't really want to. However, these moments of peace don't last long, because it stars to become increasingly apparent that your tour bus might be...haunted? Whether its the bus turning on without a driver and without a key, wine glasses falling off tables, or guitar static sounding like frantic whispering, things are starting to get weird. Yet, at the same time, something in your subconscious is strongly suggesting that you should ignore it, and that everything is normal and fine...

B3) THEN WHO WAS GUITAR?: These weird experiences eventually culminate in a kind of phantom music bleeding in from the air around you. The source is impossible to discern but it's somehow...familiar? Like something that played at an important moment in your life, even if the event itself just won't come to mind. What's weirder, is that everyone seems to hear something different. It gets to you in a way that your programming doesn't like - but how do you react? Reluctantly take it in, or throw a fit until it stops?

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diediediediediedie: ([13])

[personal profile] diediediediediedie 2015-09-14 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
The feeling is mutual

"I suppose I felt like my concert needed a featuring credit," and then, under her breath, "I shouldn't have taken the lowest bid."
connivingbird: (you really think)

[personal profile] connivingbird 2015-09-14 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
They already are convinced I'm deeply tragic figure that hides my softness by viciously attacking anyone with a heart in order to ensure that no one comes near me until I meet 'The One'.

[At least while he started talking about this he did stop typing, only because Ankh was always a bit of a showoff and he talked with his hands, especially with his right hand. He flourishes it in a broad sweeping gesture that not only caught the light on the heavily painted and long nails (in all honesty they should be called talons thanks to how long, curved and sharp looking they were) but also picked out the weird eye and feathers tattoo in the center of his palm.]

I don't see how having them find out I like sleeping in the rafters would make it worse.

[He snorted and finished off his ice cream, giving the stick a slight frown and debating if it would be worth it to get another or if he should stay in place. Laziness won for now.]

Someone keeps on taking it down when I do that.
twoscompany: (HUH)

B1

[personal profile] twoscompany 2015-09-14 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmhmm. You can always ask for something different.

[Even if the requests probably won't be honored. Oh Yosuke, is there nothing you won't whine about?

...what was he doing on his phone, anyhow?]
Edited 2015-09-14 17:52 (UTC)
panspermia: (Dangerous or bad for my hair)

[personal profile] panspermia 2015-09-14 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[He gulps. It's not a surprise, so much as an unwanted confirmation.]

Um. Sort of. I keep running into people, but...

[He rubs at his pate.]

Then it keeps feeling like I imagined the whole thing. This whole place is messing with me.
twoscompany: (GRRR)

[personal profile] twoscompany 2015-09-14 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[...Right. That did it. She leaves, momentarily, than returns with a giant pile of Coke cans. One not from the kitchen, mind you, which she proceed to throw on top of Tiger.]
tigermillionaire: (RRRRNNNGHHH)

[personal profile] tigermillionaire 2015-09-14 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wow, that is just so rude? He can't even believe how rude that was. It startles him as it was totally unexpected, and he sits up with a jolt, the strings of his guitar rattling with the movement. His sunglasses and headphones fall askew as he yelps.]

What the heck?!

[He immediately bristles.]

Hey, do you mind? I'm doing something here!
twoscompany: (UGH GREG'S MUSIC)

[personal profile] twoscompany 2015-09-14 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"I seem to recall being the headliner on this particular tour." Excuse you, Triangle Head. "Doesn't matter. You have a problem with the food, take it up with our managers."

She's already practicing on the keytar, strumming and testing the strings and chords with practiced precision in her fingers.

"Not that it matters. You know those sunflower seeds are sprayed with chemicals, don't you?"

Miss-I-Need-My-Food-To-Be-Totally-Unblemished-In-Every-Way.
connivingbird: (hiss)

b1

[personal profile] connivingbird 2015-09-14 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone's already up. In fact, that someone has yet to fall asleep, mainly because he was in the process of repairing, rebuilding and repainting the nails (seriously they are talons especially on his pick hand) that he relies on so much for his guitar skills. He was in the last stretch, waiting for the last coat of shimmering gold-flecked red polish to dry while taking a moment to indulge in his only real bad habit (eating ice cream by the ton) when Michel started yelling about practice. Ankh growled around a mouthful of creamy goodness, grabbed the nearest item and tossed it in Michel's general direction.

Hope he had an umbrella since the bottle of water was still open.
panspermia: (★ Clean that mattress)

[personal profile] panspermia 2015-09-14 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh good, more darkness, that helps. "Tiger? Hey, you okay?"

Greg reaches out to feel along the side of the bus, and after a moment of shuffling, realizes it's gone wet. "What the..."

A mechanical thrum starts up, and Greg recognizes the sound of the windshield wipers. Gritting his teeth, he calls out, "Yeah, real cute, jackass, we get it!"

He bites down a few more curses, and kneels to check on Tiger. "You hurt anywhere, bud?" He swears, if someone's stupid prank got this kid hurt...
nonchere: (Default)

Celes Chere | Final Fantasy VI

[personal profile] nonchere 2015-09-14 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
( A2. )


[ There was a time where fighting was all Celes ever knew. While not born to fight, she was certainly made that way, and was quite good at it to say the very least. At one point, she may have been more cold toward those running away, barking at them to fight like their lives depended on it.

But strength didn't always mean the ability to be able to fight, she had come to realize, and she wasn't the same woman she was even a few months before.

Running alongside a group of unknown faces, her sword clattering at her side, the blond shot a quick look, and a quick bolt of magic, behind her, at their assailants. They were fast; they scarcely turned the corner and were confronted again with more masked men. They couldn't fight this force, that much was clear, but it they could hold them off until reinforcements arrived...

...If they arrived. ]


Dammit...

[ Unsheathing her sword, she faced down their assailants, her blade glowing gently. ]

Come on, keep moving! I'll cover your escape!


( B1. )


[ Celeste Winters, pale, athletic, and more than a bit severe. She was the mysterious sort in the media's eye, calm and collected, a perfectionist, and a woman of few (albeit somewhat opinionated) words. A real beauty, but cold as ice when the cameras were off. The opera star-turned contemporary superstar might have been a bit of a diva. Some said she ruined the lives of interns on a somewhat regular basis, and that her demands were beyond ridiculous.

This was, of course, blown out of proportion, as is what the media does, but not by too much. Lounging on one of the benches, a book held in her hand, the blond did her best to try to stay composed. Celeste took in a sharp breath from her nose, no longer reading the words on her page, but, rather, eyeing what was going on not too far from her. This was her time to unwind, and even though she was on vocal rest to prepare for her next performance, that didn't stop her from very, very loudly clearing her throat. ]



( B2. )


[ A sigh. This again? Were they really going on again about the tour bus being haunted? Seriously? Putting her cell phone down on the table, she cast a harsh look over her shoulder. ]

Would you knock it off already? No one actually believes any of that. Maybe instead of wasting your time telling ghost stories, you could be practicing. Your last performance was a disaster. You were pitchy, your dancing was sloppy, and not to mention—

[ Crash. Celeste jumped to her feet as something shattered not too far from where she sat. The blond woman looked around wildly, her shoulders held stiff, and pale complexion just a bit lighter. ]

T, that wasn't funny! Which one of you did that?!
diediediediediedie: ([04])

[personal profile] diediediediediedie 2015-09-14 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Peridot lives off of a daily half-serving of vegetables, a carton of cigarettes, and lots and lots and lots of coffee. She hasn't been able to taste anything for years.

"It will do, I suppose," she says and gets up to check. He's probably on his pointless twitter again, hiakus from which she occasionally steals and reworks as lyrics.
nibelungvalesti: (removing helmet)

[personal profile] nibelungvalesti 2015-09-14 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[The title is all Meril knows -- she doesn't go any deeper into the fan sites that use it, because she knows exactly what sort of hormonal speculation follows.]

It is easier just to go along with it. It makes the fans happy, at least. That is the only value in it.

[Surprising, isn't it? That a distant, reserved woman like her values the happiness of those who listen to them. If pressed, she'll always fold. Right now, though, she doesn't want to be pressed.]

[She slides into the seat, and though she curls her legs up she still takes up a surprisingly small amount of space. Her force of personality makes her seem much larger than she is.]


Are you looking at our forums?
twoscompany: (GRRR)

[personal profile] twoscompany 2015-09-14 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I do.

[She bristles back.]

These cans? They are all yours. All of them from the past three days. I've collected them all so you can clean them.

[Because if there's one thing Garnet hates, its having her tour bus be a mess. And Tiger's been making nothing but messes!]
nonchere: (pic#8582270)

B3.

[personal profile] nonchere 2015-09-14 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
She had half a mind to step on him. Oops, sorry Tiger, she didn't see you there, hopefully you liked the feeling of stiletto heels in that hole you called a mouth. Idly kicking one of the cans out of her way, the slightly older (?) woman rubbed her temples gently.

"Gross," She grumbled to herself before nudging his cheek with the squared end of her boot. "Get up. You're in the way."

She waited. No response. Of course, it figures. She hardly wanted to touch him, let alone rouse this louse from his apparently happy place, but she was tired and needed to get a drink before heading to bed. He was ruining her routine; needless to say, Celeste was more than a bit miffed. With an irate sigh, she bent down, intent on screaming into his ear if it would make him move and delicately began to move his headphones for the assault.

Celeste expected to hear something claiming to be music flooding through his headphones. But instead, it was something else altogether, and she stopped suddenly as the sound seemed to filter from them all around her. Standing there frozen, her face no more than a few inches from his, she stood transfixed, staring off into space.
panspermia: (This kid's gonna kill me)

[personal profile] panspermia 2015-09-14 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Greg's thinking isn't too far off, either. The only thing that comes out of space ships is, by his experience, bad news. More than ever, he wishes the van wasn't ghost smoke right now.

Steven yanks him along, and Greg's sure not about to resist. Everything's getting worse and worse at an alarming rate. Steven's magic isn't working right (that happens all the time though, maybe not so much recently but it'll be FINE this is OKAY), those ships are getting closer way faster than the two of them can run, but so long as they can hide somewhere, it'll be okay. It'll be fine.

Unfortunately, the city itself still keeps warping and shifting around them, making cover difficult to find. It's feeling less and less like they actually are anywhere at all.
nibelungvalesti: (sadness)

[personal profile] nibelungvalesti 2015-09-14 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I am curious about what people believe, particularly in regards to the afterlife.

[Her voice is steady, but she doesn't look at Nariko, expecting the girl to laugh at her, or call her a goth, or offer up any sort of the mockery that she expects. There's a reason she keeps her curiosity hidden, usually; it's nothing anyone outside this bus would suspect.]
tigermillionaire: (awww durnit)

[personal profile] tigermillionaire 2015-09-14 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[His messes have always been someone else's problem, and touring hasn't changed that mentality. He's not a totally clean person by nature, mostly because he's ostensibly thirteen, but he's been even more scattered than usual lately.

Instead of acknowledging her demands, he just grabs his headphones and presses them to his ears again. She's the last person he wants to deal with right now, while he's trying to keep this trite jingle of a song out of his head. It's making it impossible to jam.]


Leave me alone.

[He hunched forward, hugging his guitar and focusing on his music. The moping is intense.]
nibelungvalesti: If any of these icons need credit, tell me! (wings of a goddess)

[personal profile] nibelungvalesti 2015-09-14 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps we are passing by a church, somewhere. Strange... I cannot imagine where we would."

But the bells didn't seem to be fading or growing louder. Meril lifted one hand to the blinds that cover the window, keeping peering eyes from spotting the band members while they go about their lives in the bus, but stopped herself before she could brush them aside.

Either they would see the source of the bells, or they would not, and she couldn't say which would be worse.
sublimelymagnificentblitz: (hesitating here)

[personal profile] sublimelymagnificentblitz 2015-09-14 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I meant before that, kid! [Yeah, he wouldn't call himself an old man, but something about Pinkie makes him feel like he's twice his age. Kinda makes him think of having a child of his own.] When we were parked. There's no such thing as ghosts!
sublimelymagnificentblitz: (fist pump)

[personal profile] sublimelymagnificentblitz 2015-09-14 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, if you could dodge things you didn't see coming, you would've moved that ass of yours. [The two of them seem to share a mutual love of the word 'ass' -- just one more thing to bond over.] 'Sides, what if you hit someone who was using their head instead of me?
connivingbird: (ignoring you)

b1

[personal profile] connivingbird 2015-09-14 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Like he was doing anything really that annoying - well anything that he thought was annoying. Then again, he was curled up in his favorite blankets (red silks), with his favorite pillows (again red silk), while indulging in his two favorite things (celebrity gossip rags online and ice cream pops). The only problem was that he was a tiny bit messy having the aim of a drunk sloth with tossing his popsicle sticks and missing the trashcan, and the long nails he cultivates for guitar paying (they were more like talons really) click loudly on his tablet screen.

After the hundredth sigh, Ankh held up his hand, palm facing her (and showing off the eye tattoo no one knew exactly how he got) and added something to whatever he was typing away at. Yup, he was just telling her to be quiet.]
nonchere: (pic#8582232)

I'M SO TORN. B1 okay sure

[personal profile] nonchere 2015-09-14 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Talent like his was truly wasted. Some were naturally gifted—herself, for example—but it was what they did after realizing that gift that mattered. In Jecht's case, apparently it was making up stupid songs.

Taking a sip of her tea, the ice queen gave him a glance over the rim of her mug. "Butt and points don't rhyme." Because when Celeste Winters was around, one could never have nice things.
demonspacepirate: (hmmm)

[personal profile] demonspacepirate 2015-09-14 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Reggie was a jerk anyway." Never remembered the smoke machine. Or the pyrotechnics. Ugh. "I didn't know you were throwing it, so I didn't have to dodge."

'Bullshit i'm the best and you hate it. #aharmonicNOISEmachine #itsagenrething #bitch'
sublimelymagnificentblitz: (got my sword)

[personal profile] sublimelymagnificentblitz 2015-09-14 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Get up, kid. Doesn't matter where we go -- don't even think we can win this one." Jecht slammed his sword down a mere inch from Sora's face, just to make the point. Oh, and also to block a net from snaring him. "Point is we go down fighting, not lyin' on our backs like unweaned puppies."
sublimelymagnificentblitz: (awkward)

[personal profile] sublimelymagnificentblitz 2015-09-14 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
He ran his hand along his jaw back to his neck, which he rubbed awkwardly.

"Well... you're not gonna like this, but I think we're inside Sin."

This statement obviously made so much sense and held such logical consistency that Jecht thought it stood on his own. To be fair, to anyone in Spira, it would have.

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