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?

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Comments

[maipokerface]

Yeah? How's that working out for you then?

[She seems pretty nonchalant about it but when is she not?]

[maipokerface]

Pretty much. So see, they get to play around with that and we get clothes. It's not a bad switch if you ask me.

[maipokerface]

And it would be entertaining, at least for a while anyhow.

[gunslingerqueen]

[She shakes her head, here, as if Meril has somehow missed a very vital step in this conversation.]

The Managers treat us like that because they're shitty people, Meril. I don't think genuinely bad people follow any real logic, either, they can't do that and still get what they think is owed to them.

[Why Nariko does what she does and why they're treated the way they are happen to be two very separate ideas.] Even so, what would you do if you weren't here?

[In other words, what was the point in questioning that particular avenue? They were at their best as a band, right?]

[connivingbird]

There is that. Unfortunately we can't have the budget to make one of those bio films that people like watching and put it up somewhere.

feel free to drop some NPCs in here if you want, or not - whichever is good with me

[killerbeep]

It may not be the best plan, really. It would probably make more sense if his blasters would work, if his vehicle mode could get any traction... But the fact remains that he doesn't want to risk letting her get captured.

He nods decisively, shifting his stance to stay crouched close to the ground as he sets his sights on the rock formation. Before leaving, he pauses, glancing down toward Trucy, and gives a quiet, reassuring beep and a quick thumbs-up. He doesn't know how reassuring that can actually be, under the circumstances, but he's trying.

With that, he digs his feet into the ground and darts forward, his gaze shifting around to keep an eye out for enemies as he heads for the rocks.

[sponsorigami]

[ The PDA probably has a GPS function that does them no good if they can't connect to the satellites that tells them where they are in the first place. ]

There's a way to figure it out by the sun in the sky if we know what time it is.

[ Except they don't know that either. What else can they do besides randomly pick a direction and start walking? ]

I could make a mark every now and then with my shuriken... but that'd be vandalism...

[ Heroes don't do property damage. On purpose. They don't want damage fines. Though, could anyone even find them to fine them? ]

[sponsorigami]

[ A giant statue head is good enough. It just makes Ivan alter his idea slightly. Ivan takes a large gulp of air before spitting out a hasty warning before going on with his plan. They don't have the luxury of time for him to explain. If the masked men get too close, they'll see what's going to happen. ]

P-Please don't be frightened by what you see.... It's still me...

[ With a flash of bright blue light, Ivan shapeshifts into a bronze statue of Mr. Legend, toppled onto its side. It takes him a lot of concentration to keep the form, and Ivan fears that he'll lose it if he doesn't give it his full attention. He knows that if he loses consciousness, he'll shapeshift back. That gas... it's doing something else to him besides making him drowsy, numbing his senses. Especially his sense of touch which is tied to his power. Talking and keeping an eye on the surroundings aren't things he'll be able to do well. The two are essentially sitting ducks if they're found. ]

[yuruse]

I'll keep you updated.

[Itachi would have considered himself a fairly good judge of character, because he is. But he's Weasel now, and Weasel doesn't have the same amount of confidence in his own abilities in anything aside from music.

Mai is his band mate, but that doesn't mean he knows all there is to know about her. He's teasing more than anything right now in any case.]

[sponsorigami]

[ Nor do heroes fire upon civilians without reason, which mean that these men have lost any hesitation from Ivan. ]

I'll be right behind you!

[ But he's not going to start running without throwing some shuriken at the attackers' feet. He made the choice to investigate, and he does feel responsible for bringing Trucy into danger. He'll do whatever he can to keep her safe.

He strikes the nearest masked man in the feet causing him to stop in pain. The others continue on their hunt, not worried about the fallen person getting back up and escaping. Ivan turns around to start running after Trucy while getting out another shuriken. ]

[nibelungvalesti]

Or half clothes, in any case. [Not that Meril had the interest necessary to work up an objection to their skimpy outfits, but that didn't stop her from commenting on the fact.]

[nibelungvalesti]

I cannot even imagine.

[The question snaps the tension out of her with a visible quiver, her muscles all going slack. She literally can't imagine. Nothing else she has ever encountered seems right, nothing else has ever given her purpose or even a place.]

I do not believe there is anywhere for me but here...

[youngerandwiser]

"There's no reason to be upset about that. I... don't exactly make myself easy to read."

Another way to attempt to keep people safe, he thinks, though he's not sure how hiding his feelings helps.

"This is more than we could have asked for, isn't it?" He smiles. "As long as you're enjoying the stardom. It can be a difficult lifestyle."

[lacrimosa]

A shadow flickers behind Sayaka. It's bulky, albeit feminine, and its arms wave wildly, conducting the beginning of the melody she hums. The girl, too, seems to match this unusual shape -- but no, her true feelings and nature disappear in an instant.

There are no shadows. The only Oktavia is the girl who plays dress-up on her way to stardom.

"Witches and wraiths, mermaids and undines, fall before Lucifer and lend him the power of your songs~" She pauses, not to notice the absence of something within herself, but because she's surprised at her own commitment to the stage persona. She's really getting the hang of it! Probably?

"Like that?"

o7

[magic_to_do]

Trucy returns his thumbs up with a grin, ever willing to err on the side of optimism. She waits with baited breath as he crosses the distance. At any second, those masked men could appear and-

No, no actually he makes it just fine. Huzzah! Once he's on the other side, Trucy waves to let him know that she's on her way. Then she takes off running. She's about halfway, thinking she's going to make it, when she hears a shout. Several of the masked men have spotted her and are heading this way. The rock is large enough that they haven't seen him yet, and that may be why Trucy stops. If she keeps running that way, they'll catch him too...

[variaboss]

Or maybe just because you know when to give him the good stuff and leave him the fuck alone? WHich you should probably be doing right about now if you know what's good for you because god damn is that salmon he tastes? Gross.

"You all did...So basically it's even worse shit than what that fuck writes for us. God. Kill me. I'd rather die than sing some stupid shit you assholes wrote without my knowing." Probably not what to say to the dude that hasn't slept for that long. Whatever. Squalo can just try to kill him. Like everyone else. There's a line, take a number.

"I guess if you wrote any of it, it can't be too bad." Meaning he'll change that shit on the fly and they better deal with it. And speaking of dealing with shit. "Oi...I'll knock you the fuck out. Sure that'll help your dumb ass sleep."

[variaboss]

[An annoyingly loud laugh from him. Because yeah, he's totally five at heart and utterly unrepentant about his actions.]

You bet your ass it's adorable. I'll tell the bossman to put your lame ass in it. Bet you'd actually get fans that way. And you should already know the rules. Bus is rockin', don't come knockin'. Not my fault you walked in on that shit.

[magic_to_do]

[When running, the sensible thing to do is keep going and never look back. Everyone knows that. But in practice it's actually pretty hard to avoid looking at whatever is chasing you. Trucy certainly can't resist glancing back.]

They're gaining on us! What do we do?!

[She starts mentally running through what she has on her. The list is long, but not terribly useful. She does have a few throwing knives and a couple of smoke pellets. But it's pretty hard to stage a disappearing act while fleeing danger.]

[variaboss]

He totally rolls over like he's going to ignore her again. "Can't or won't. You know he'd probably believe I'd finally kicked if from alcohol poisoning. Probably would even cry happy tears for it." A loud yawn and shifting to get comfortable.

"Water sucks. How about some wakeup whiskey?"

[youngerandwiser]

...Now what in the world was that? Lucifer could swear he saw something... some strange creature with swords and a tail... a demon, his mind supplies, as if that isn't something out of a children's book. As if he's sure of their existence.

That blue fire burns in his mind again, and it's getting harder to ignore. He forces a smile when Oktavia finishes her 'spell'.

"Perfect. I'm sure that will give this song the popularity it needs."

His smile becomes a bit more genuine.

"It'd be nice if everyone could hear one of our songs, don't you think?"

[sharktrash]

Maybe. But evidently, he doesn't always do it, and yet he's still here. And wow, excuse you, salmon is a fucking grade A+ meal that peasants can't afford so you will shut up about tasting it somewhere. Or on a lot of things.

"Vooooi, shut up!" Yeah, it's tempting. Definitely tempting, but for some reason, Squalo tends to direct his violence away from Xanxus. This time, he just throws a folding chair out the window (while it was closed) and screams at him. It feels nostalgic somehow. "At least fucking hear it first!"

Hey, improvisation is always good. He's free to change most of the lyrics into profanity, anyway. Squalo is busy trying to shove the demo tape into the CD slot in the record player. "I don't want to!" he protests, snapping around angrily with the tape still in hand, then clutches it to his chest and fucking runs.

[sponsorigami]

[ Ivan's quick to catch up on her, only spinning around a few times to throw another shuriken. ]

Keep going. I'll distract them.

[ If only he had his hero suit. He'd have more things at his disposal, and he'd be a tougher target to take down. ... A little bit tougher at least because of the armor. ]

Do you think you can find a place to hide?

[magic_to_do]

[She scans the landscape frantically. Oh, there's some large rocks over there. It might make a decent hiding place. But... can she really just leave him?]

I- I think so. But what about you?

[There's not any time to argue though, as their pursuers are closing in fast. Trucy steels herself, then reaches out to hand him something.]

Here. at least take these.

[Pulled seeming from nowhere, she's handing him a couple of smoke pellets. At the very least, they might help him evade the attackers.]

[sponsorigami]

[ Smoke pellets. While Ivan doesn't normally use them in the hero business (he has to stay visible after all), as a ninja fanatic, he knows about their use. He smiles at Trucy. ]

Thanks, Miss Trucy. These will help a lot.

[ If he can throw the shuriken and then the smoke pellets, he can distract and hopefully cover either his own escape or another attack. He sides on the idea of attacking again and knocking them unconscious. Ivan stops where he is to give Trucy more time to get to her hiding spot. ]

[magic_to_do]

[She offers one last smile, glad she could help. Even if it's in a small way.]

Good luck.

[And then she turns and runs. The only thing she can do now is not waste his efforts. She has to make it to safety. The temptation to look back, just to see how he's doing is overwhelming though, so about halfway there, she risks a glance.]