interstellar404 | TEST DRIVE MEME: THE SELF TITLED ALBUM

Entry tags:

test drive

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?

☆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

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

[That's a particularly maddening fact to consider later on - That, technically, there are tons of ways out of this! But for whatever reason they can't just hop into any of them. They're literally passing right by freedom and it's just another layer of Creepy to pile on.

But she thinks she sees what he's going for, slim chance or not it's enough to give her some hope.]

Alright! We can make it! [If they could just get inside something solid, something with rooms ... Well, at least it's enough to make her speed up that much more, making sure to grab Yosuke's wrist so she doesn't lose him. She's really not the 'every one for themselves' kind of girl.]

You know, you are seriously evil sometimes.

[He should of been more careful. He'll remember for next time to not leave important things lying around on the bus. And then he plucks the thong out of the garbage. Right in front of her.]

a1.

To Rick, this sort of thing happening is completely normal. Stranger things have happened to him and stranger things will happen to him, but there's no doubt that this is immediately one of the more concerning situations. It's because, despite all of the years and knowledge he's accured from years of traveling across nearly every conceivable dimension, this locale is one that is completely new to him.

Sure, he's able to find his own lab after a few minutes of looking, but it's not the same. Without his portal gun, without any access to his equipment, trying to find a way out of this situation seems near impossible. He tucks his fingers into his labcoat, and wanders the landscape for any signs of life, a thin line of drool trailing down his lips.

b1.

Rick is sporting a new pair of threads that he's picked up recently, and manages to pull off the look surprisingly well. He's even letting his chain hair get a little scruffy! Despite his ever-growing age, the chicks dig him, the music is pumping, and the merch keeps on flowing. Life is good.

Still, despite all this, Rick's number one priority outside of the band is absolutely getting wrecked. Which explains his enthusiasm when he rushes away from the open bar to the first person he can find.

"OHHHHH SHIT, MOTHERFUCKER!" He exclaims with all the drunken enthusiasm that, at this point, should be expected from him. "W-w-we have all the shit we need to make White Russians, dude! We - we gotta make White Russians now! Right now!"

wildcard.

"Jeremy, the same guy who managed to not kill us on our first tour!"

In other words this was another notch on the strange scale. There was no reason to think he'd want them killed or something, he was way too deep in their managers pocket for that. Since they probably weren't going to stop until they made it to where they needed to be, though, they were probably just well and truly fucked.

"I'm going to need you to call my family if we die." It was a joke, really! But it felt somewhat odd to mention her relatives and she quickly tried to change the subject. "And for the record if you do ever get to lay one on him you'd better call me. Not only will I record it, you're probably going to need some back up."

They ... Didn't really have the most normal manager.

[Rounding a corner, he dodges into some semblance of an alleyway that leads towards what could only be called a maze that didn't quite follow the rules of reality. Walls waver back and forth, almost as if they weren't solid. But there isn't time to question it, leading Nariko through it without a plan or much of a hope.

As luck would have it, he finds a door, and tugs- but it doesn't open. There's a creak, suggesting that it might open with a bit more effort.]

Come on, come on come on! [He tugs again, but it's heavy.]

Okay. That isn't an answer he was hoping for. Panic is starting to boil up, anxiety and uncertainty growing too big to ignore. There's something really wrong going on here, and he's useless to figure out any of it.

Still, there's only one thing Greg is good for, and that's keeping Steven happy. The rest can come later. With a deep breath, Greg squeezes Steven's shoulder. "Hey, c'mon. We'll figure this out, pal, don't worry."

He glances around the bizarre, technicolor landscape, chewing his cheek. He still doesn't like the idea of going wandering around. Besides, if Steven was able to find him, maybe the rest will, too. "All we gotta do is stick together. It'll work out!" It always works out. So this will, too.

And I'm tryin' t'save us all from a poltergeist, sugar. [ Meaning that, of course, his cause is greater, pure, and true—what's more, he is perfectly justified in perching himself atop the armrest of her chair as he anoints her with sacred smoke. Heads up: it may or may not be getting entirely unbearable and stuffy beneath that hat. ] Besides, we can't have everything we want in life-- ain't the slightest bit of fun in that.

[ Waving the smudge-stick with a turn of his wrist, he creates elegant lines, weaving plumes of smoke which hover over the both of them, and what's this? Benten's voice oddly solemn, reverent as he speaks, each and every word accented with a the rustle of the sage leaves in his hands. ]

Just as a mother would protect her only child with her life, let her radiate boundless love toward the entire world, above, below, and across, unhindered and without ill will, without enmity.

[ And without further ado, Benten finds room enough (and it helps that his frame is so lithe, entirely bird-boned) to slink in between the armrest and Amaterasu herself, the hard angles of his body pressing to her curves. ]

This is my blessing for you.

[Rick is not exactly thrilled about this either. Hanging with some space marine is a-okay, but the reference just makes him frown. This is not something any reasonable person would nitpick, yet, he does anyway.]

Really? W-w-e're about to get our shit fucked by a...by a bunch of generic mooks and the only thing you can think to reference is the goddamn Mupp- [urp!] -ets?

[The effect that this place has on anything that's even vaguely normal is unsettling enough that, if there was time to question it, she'd be left dizzy and completely freaked. But thankfully she's got enough sense to just follow him. As long as they don't accidentally loop around and head the wrong way they're fine, and she can keep track on her own.

The door, though.]

Move! [She tries to tug him out of the way, but one way or another she kicks the door, puts all of her weight into it and trusts that it'll work but --] Fuck! [It hurts. It actually hurts! Apparently the extra strength is going the way of her pyrokinesis, flowing out of her right when she needs it most. Fucking fantastic. But the door gave noticeably so she slams her shoulder into it so that it gives entirely. Not only did that hurt, too, she also stumbled right onto her ass. At least it was open?]

Steven takes a glance out at the landscape the same moment that Greg does, and it isn't exactly encouraging. But, still...it's hard keep being anxious when his dad is being visibly calm about something.

He looks up and smiles a little, nodding firmly with that small boost of confidence. His hand lingers on Greg's, though, as he pulls away for a moment to check out the ghostly Mr Universe van next to them.

He tries to press his hand against it, and after a few moments of resistance, his fingers go right through. He pulls his hand back.

"The only time I ever saw something sort of like this was when I went into mom's special room and accidentally asked it to create the whole town...it kind of freaked out and overloaded, haha." His laugh is nervous. That was terrifying. "But..."

If that's the case, what if Greg isn't real? More than that, Steven doesn't even remember having gone into that room recently. It doesn't really make sense.

"You didn't happen to bring any donuts along, did you?" he asks with a little sigh, and zero context.

Edited 2015-09-14 01:20 (UTC)

The lovers, the dreamers, and homos, ain't it?

[ Nicky nudges the guy in the neat armor. She's awfully nonchalant about the whole whirling-color deal, but hey, it beats maximum security prison. Solitary's a bitch. ]

I'm telling ya, I've never been on a trip like this in all my fuckin' life. Probably a good thing, too, cause I swear, man, this shit feels real.

[ She chuckles. ] Didn't expect them to have such a great stash in the STU. Didn't expect to see guys in fuckin' turquoise jumpsuits either, but hell, it sure beats this khaki shit.

Nicky's gotta snicker at the asshole in the labcoat.

"Drool's a nice touch, genius!"

He's probably some green-ass newbie. She half expects him to start bobbing his head and moaning about his mother. It's always the mother with the first-time users. Mothers are fucked up.

Because she's tripping, right? Higher than a goddamn jetplane. Maybe prison was just a fucked-up hallucination, and she's moving into stage two or some shit.

[He would not be the first to mention it around the drummer; it was actually nicer than what some people would have said about him, once they saw past the scars and pecs.

But he didn't realize what a pain in the ass he was being. He had long, long since tuned out his pings; they'd keep until he finished his manga. Really, he didn't know why anyone would be talking to him and making jokes him and the like, but they do. But what he didn't realize was Benten's ire. Which was easy to make on the best of days.

What didn't occur to him was getting used as a seat. Hotaru felt himself start, and his gaze was brought up, nails pressing against his chin. Why is he looking at his thighs rather than his face...? His thighs are vertically perfect, but...blinking, Hotaru peered up through his hair. Danger what danger.]

Whatever you want, big sis.

[Some things never change. Even Benten can't distract this purity with his body for long. Too pure for this world.]

What do you need?

[Pinkie smiles and licks his palm.]

Ugh. If Rick is going to spend the rest of his life looking for the way out of wherever-the-hell-this-is, he's glad there's a female there. He is however, sufficiently less glad that the female is an apparent bitch. Bitchy chicks can be fun, but for eternity? No thanks.

"Y-yeah. You know, reaaaaaallll creative with the insults there. Super creative. Sure - sure that all the other bitches in...in your lame-ass book club or whatever just looooveee you."

Quick, inside!

[It's times like these where he wishes that he wasn't such a twig, but the door is open. His hand shoots out to grab her, trying to pull her to her feet so they can scamper inside of the strange building. Once they're inside, he slams the door shut behind them. He hasn't figured out how it even got there, but he feels a little more hope that they're inside and in a place that they could possibly hide out in.

He hasn't thought about what they would do if they managed to ditch whoever was chasing them.]

I can't see a thing... [He mutters out loud, in the darkness.]

B2

The worst part of being on tour was the food.

No, actually, the worst part of life was the food.

"I told you: I don't eat red meat, I don't eat chicken, I don't eat seafood, or dairy, or gluten, or white sugar. Tell me they have some stuffed grape leaves or SOMETHING." For some reason, coordinating meals with the bandmates was always so much more difficult than it needed to be.

She wasn't going to take off her sunglasses to tweet or look at anyone while she said that or ever. She glanced at the tweet she'd just written.

'TFW your the only one with a palate in your band. #tourproblems'

Send.

She sat, legs crossed, back perfectly straight, in her seat and pulled out her keytar. "Anyway, I'm going to rehearse. Join me if you feel like it. Not that the drinking and partying isn't a great use of your time, but we do have to make music at some point." She tweeted something similar two days ago, and it got three retweets.

"Ne-a-poli-tan," Pinkie sounds out, deliberately and precisely. She might have a killer headache, but she knows her ice cream flavors. "And if they don't HAVE it already, they're gonna need to go and get it! That'll take FOREVVVVVVVVER!"

Besides, that's gotta be kinda a pain. She always leaves big tips for people though, so she's pretty sure that makes it okay.

[Yosuke's hand whips off of her mouth, making a disgusted face at her. Wiping the saliva off on his pants, he glares.]

Gross!! Don't lick me!

[Now he's gotta wash his hand or something.]

"Fuck yes!"

Come on, that's the only rightful answer to that demand! White Russians were the best! Sure, she'd be making them with a man old enough to be her grandpa but, frankly, she's beyond used to his desire for alcohol. Hell, if anything the younger bandmate had encouraged it in obnoxious spades, doing absolutely nothing to curb vices or questionable habits. They were in a goddamn rock band, you embraced those things, right? That was how the greats did it.

"Let's do this!" And she's running right past him to get the vodka, the very heart of so many, many wonderful drinks.

Yup, intuition never fails. This guy? Grade-A jackass. That's fine, all the better to fuck with him. Figuratively. He isn't her type.

She gives him a little wink. "Don't know about any lame-ass book club, but the bitches love me. You can tell by the quality of their orgasms despite living in an actual shithole."

[Itachi does move, but it isn't because he's been told to. The ship is coming back around, and they can't remain prone on the ground now that the first sweep has been avoided. They'll need to find some place to take cover, if that's even possible.

He ignores her annoyance, already starting to get to his feet again.]

When you get up, you should start moving immediately. Keep close to me.

[The ninja figures she might listen to him regardless. After all, they're in the middle of this together, and it would be a fairly reasonable assumption that neither would want to be caught.]

Oh my God, I'm so sorry! It's a new idea my managers had, they want me to go out on stage wearing that and a sparkly silver jacket at the next tour date...

[He could only put a hand to the back of his head, trying to massage the migraine that had invaded his entire skull away. It didn't work, and never really did, especially on a tour bus. And he could just feel the hint of a blush creeping onto his cheeks...amazing.]

How about I help you clean some of this up? I know it won't make up for you having touched that thing, but it might help the smell, at least!

[Without waiting for agreement, he tried to maneuver as best he could into the small kitchen area to deal with the dishes, which mostly consisted of yet more bottles and food wrappers.]

"Y-you wanna talk about orgasms, motherfucker? I am an outright...outright orgasm dealer. Banged - banged a whole goddamn planet once!"

I mean...he's not lying.

a.
Nicky's staggering through what's got to be hallucigen city. Seriously. She's been high before, but not like this. Besides, this doesn't make any fucking sense. She was supposed to be carted off to maximum security, not la-la land. Not that she's complaining. Solitary's for bitches. But she doesn't like what this means. Turns out she wasn't as clean as she thought she was.

So what else has been a fucking lie?

b.
Nicky's sitting cross-legged on the ground, head leaning back into one of the bus seats. This is it man. Right here. This is the shit. Chill, no-one's telling you what to do, a little bit of 'fuck the system' sprinkled here and there. Perfect. She can't shake the feeling that she's been searching for this for a long time now, longer that she's ever known, but that's fine. Doesn't matter. She leans into the person sitting next to her and grins.

"So where's the driver? Ten bucks says they're jacking off. Making a damn fine use of their time."

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 5 of 54

TEST DRIVE MEME: THE SELF TITLED ALBUM

if it's fun then it's already an A+ no worries

no subject

Rick Sanchez | Rick and Morty

no subject

\:D/

no subject

no subject

A

no subject

no subject

A1/A2

A1

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Peridot | Steven Universe

no subject

no subject

B1

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Nicky Nichols | Orange is the New Black