TEST DRIVE MEME: THE SELF TITLED ALBUM

[interdimanagers]

☆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?

☆HELPFUL INFO

► Follow the mod plurk for updates: interstellar5555
► Check out the game NAVIGATION
► We are still looking for some mod help, so if you are interested let us know!
► Reserves close on SEPTEMBER 25th at 12:01AM EDT
► Applications open on SEPTEMBER 24th at 12:01AM EDT

Comments

[punchesyu]

[He gulps. She just did The Thing and now he's stuck. He's going to do it.]

Oh maaaaan! You always have to turn on your cute charm, don't you...

[He stands up.]

Alright, but if I come back a dead man, I am totally blaming it on you!

[yuruse]

Doesn't everyone?

[He's not sure he understands why she's being so hesitant about this.]

I figure I'd either be a starving artist who'd died in a ditch somewhere by now, or an unhappy fry cook in a fast food restaurant. That just sounds like the way things would go for me.

[The bassist spreads his arms out to either side.]

But we all earned our way here, right? [Hadn't they?] This is better than most people could hope for.

[honeywithpoison]

"I did not, of course--" Richard is coming out of the bedroom with a sword, to practice for a little bit with a slightly different weight, when Alec spills into the door, laughing.

Laughing is good, usually. Richard is grinning, up until he ears the steps, too, and then he runs to Alec's side, pulling him fully inside the room as he takes a good look at the black-clad figure.

The clothes are so strange that it takes him a moment before he acts, and the pink substance is in the air when he moves. "Hold your breath, Alec."

... and he kicks the man down the stairs. Slams the door as he comes inside, pulling the chaise against it, then kneels to pull Alec up to his feet.

"We'll need to run. Can you do that, for a little while? We will lose them, they are not from here."

The moment his hand touches Alec, it seems like the room around him blurs a little. Which is ridiculous.

[sponsorigami]

[ He deflates a little at the confirmation, despite knowing that already. ]

But for a ninja, not having a presence really helps...

[ There is clearly a discord with his hero persona and image and role in Helperidese Finances. Ivan's a ninja hero who helps citizens, and his power allows him to sneak up on criminals. Even if Ivan would like to be able to face them down head on... However, as a Hero TV hero, he also has a responsibility to his sponsors to help get their name out there. He has to be visible for that. ]

Um, well... I mean, when it comes to dealing with enemies... It's too late right now.

[ He can't really work on having more of a presence here to have the people back home realize he's missing. ]

[nibelungvalesti]

"You have it. I have no intention of taking up laughter any time soon."

As self-aware as the statement is, Meril was also entirely serious. She had a sense of humor, but one so dry and subdued that actual mirth seemed past her. The occasional smile was rare enough to earn comment.

[yuruse]

Not necessarily. If we can't actually hide then we might as well be sitting around waiting for them to capture us.

[They need somewhere they can duck down into. Some place that can be passed over and missed. And they need to be able to get there without being seen crawling into it. There are so many elements that can go wrong.]

And so much here looks unstable...

[punchesyu]

Yeah, all the moms really love me... [He laughs, playing a joke off of it.]

Till one of their husbands hunts me down. What a way to go.

Bumblebee | Transformers: Prime

[killerbeep]

A2

When it comes to evading mysterious masked attackers, there are certain advantages to being a huge robot who can also be a car.

Unfortunately, most of those advantages a dampened a little by the fact that, as Bumblebee is finding, he's having a lot more trouble than usual getting any speed in his altmode, not to mention the total lack of power behind his blasters. He would be worried if there were any time to worry.

He darts behind the nearest possible shelter - rock formation, particularly large tree, whatever - with his blasters still at the ready, comparatively useless though they may be. If he's going down, he sure as hell intends to put up a fight.

B1

So B sure did get in a fight. Again. It's probably a pretty common sight by now - the singer sitting on his bed, staring down at his knuckles as he wraps bandages around his hands. Fortunately for everyone who has to interact with him now, it looks like he probably won, judging from the light of triumph in his bright blue eyes. He also managed not to get punched in the face this time! Good for him.

[magic_to_do]

That's just an excuse! Even the flashiest magician might have to redirect the audience's attention to pull off a good trick. A ninja with enough presence should be able to do the same thing.

[Because ninjas and magicians are at all similar. And yes, she is just accepting him as a ninja without question.]

A strong presence is a must for any showman. And I can tell you have it in you to be the flashiest ninja around!!

[Because any ninja wants to be flashy? She is actually trying to cheer him up though.]

[faithfulflame]

Well, there are certainly worse ways to go. At least then you may have had some fortune with a woman...

[mildwildchild]

Jamie sits up to lean across the aisle, speaking in a conspiratorial tone while keeping an eye and an ear open for any sign of the boss.

"We should, but I sure haven't seen any hint of him being willing to let us. Like, I suggested wearing a less constrictive pair of pants for that photo shoot a couple weeks ago and he nearly bit my head off." Jamie wrinkles his nose briefly, then shoots his bandmate a look that's both worried and skeptical. "I mean, I dunno if you've noticed, but he's kind of a control freak. You can bring up the set change thing to him if you want, but I really don't think he's gonna be happy about it."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Hey, I know my music's awesome already. Don't need to spend all my time thinking that."

Yeah, he knew that wasn't what she meant. Wasn't gonna stop him from playing it off.

[mildwildchild]

That's not exactly comforting, but Jamie guesses he wasn't really expecting a more decisive answer. However many other people there are stuck in this situation, it seems like they're all just as clueless as Jamie himself.

He shakes his head as he runs, trying to think back to how this nightmare started. "No," he answers, "it's like I was home one minute and then there was just - this." You know, the magical LSD trip they're mutually participating in right now.

A hint of movement on the fringes of his peripheral vision causes Jamie to startle and issue a terrified squeak. More masked goons, bearing down on them from the right.

"Uhhhh there's more of them," Jamie informs Itachi, aiming to adjust his flight path accordingly.

[fallensun]

[Judar squinted up at them, still chewing on the mouthful of candy. What the hell?? Birds weren't supposed to do that! That was horror movie bullshit. He looked backed over at Koumei, pointing accusingly at him.]

What the hell is up with that?! Are you the bird whisperer or something?

A2

[mildwildchild]

Jamie's father would probably be very disappointed in him accepting a ride from a stranger, but honestly when the choices are possibly being abducted and murdered by one man or almost certainly being abducted and murdered by a bunch of creepy fetishists, he supposes he really just has to choose the lesser of two evils. Into the car he goes with only a moment or two of hesitation.

He watches the rapidly receding figures for a few heartbeats before turning to face forward in his seat, raking his hands through his hair. "Who are those guys?" Jamie demands, though he's not entirely sure the man in the driver's seat will have any more idea than he does.

[imaketherockgo]

"I dunno. They're mean and ugly."

Changin' gears and roaring across impossible hyperdimensional topography. "I'm assuming they're ugly, at least. Can't say for sure with those masks."

[goateeocracy]

I need this like I need a hole in the head. GET OFF.

[He tried prying Kouha's arms off his legs. If he could get them loose, he was going to pick him up and...something. Obviously not throw him off the bus, but he was fairy certain he could come up with an acceptable solution to the issue that didn't involve homicide. Probably. He was very well read and probably over-educated for the field he'd found himself in, but that didn't mean his preferred problem-solving method had to be anything more sophisticated than "hit it until it works better."]

[goateeocracy]

[He grumbles and moves a small stack of notebooks so she can sit.]

Go ahead and sit.

[He leans back and continues to glare daggers at the water bottle as it starts to vibrate again.]

What do you hear?

[This should be an interesting exercise, considering she can't see what it is that's making the noise.]

[yuruse]

"You can always stick in some ear plugs. You'll still be able to hear it but it'll hurt your head less." Maybe. Weasel always found ear plugs uncomfortable anyway, so it's still a punishment of sorts to him.

He follows Greg into the kitchen, seeing as he'd already said he'd help him with food. "Bananas are on the counter. I'll get the gravy."

[dishevelment]

[He shrugged, seemingly nonchalant in regards to the entire situation]

Who knows? I just feed them.

[campioned]

Oh, Richard is here after all. That changes everything. He's no longer expecting his own demise with detachment. Alec is now anticipating the brutal and quick death of the stranger, heart beating faster as he thinks about the risk and the blood of all of Richard's recent challengers.

He wonders if it will be quick or if Richard will deny him that mercy, due to the invasion of their home.

The pink mist distracts him. He hears the order to hold his breath and does. But it isn't because Richard told him to, it's because he doesn't want the pink fog to dissipate. It's beautiful, and Alec wants to touch it.

His hand freezes halfway to the pink substance when the noise of the intruder actually falling down the stairs startles him out of his focus, and he barks out a laugh to try and cover how unnerved he is. Richard, who settles everything with his sword, every slight that he sees and Alec points out, even the ones that Alec doesn't explain, didn't use it against the armed man who had followed Alec into their space.

Something is very wrong. He'd know it no matter how much drink he'd had. "Run," he snorts. Running does not suit him. He does it awkwardly; his limbs are too long. It is beneath him, anyway. It's been beneath him no matter who he was...

But Richard never runs either. Something is wrong. "Yes," he concurs sullenly. Then, Alec brightens as he gets to point out that someone did something stupid. Ordinarily, he doesn't want to call Richard stupid, but he's making do. "Only you've blocked off our only door, and you left alive outside of it. I am not going to run circles around the bedroom."

[healyourheart]

[ Wakana's running only earns her a few more seconds. She's never been the most athletic.

One whiff of the gas and she's out like a light. ]

[dishevelment]

[Oh, dear. This boy was going to be useless.]

Then we're both defenseless, and I've seen no avenues to escape. Running is exactly what they want us to do, you know-- it's easier to catch an exhausted target than one that still has some fight left in them.

[dishevelment]

You're not rethinking your decision to fly, are you?

[He had no patience for people who changed their minds so quickly, even in situations such as these were any decision meant the difference between the possibility of surviving or not.

...If only he had his weapon, this would be a different story.]

[honeywithpoison]

"There are three more like him behind him, Alec. I can hold them back, but here, I can't keep you safe at the same time. That pink thing is a weapon."

He doesn't know about poison gases, or anything like that. But he can read a fighter's body, and so he recognizes that, without the shadow of a doubt.

"We are going out of the window, Alec."

It's not a question. He even has a plan for it to make sure Alec doesn't get hurt.