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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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[personal profile] sexualstevejobs 2015-09-14 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Nicky leans back and folds her arms. "Damn, old man, I'm almost impressed. Might actually be impressed if you started a regular orgasm colony."

She grins, smug. "I might not've fucked a planet, but I fucked an entire goddam prison, and lemme tell you, have you met those ladies? It's a feat, man."
gunslingerqueen: (Sure why the hell not)

[personal profile] gunslingerqueen 2015-09-14 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a scramble of movement but she does catch his hand, gets back up onto her feet with all the grace of a gravitationally challenged bird, but it's something. He's right about it being dark, though. Hadn't it been bright outside or something? She honestly couldn't remember and since this place wasn't following the rules of logic it probably wasn't worth a mental debate.]

Can you feel a light switch or anything? [The walls wiggled, so maybe they've got electricity?] Could you see if they followed us here or not?

[She hadn't, personally, but the last few moments of ... Everything were just a blur. While she asks Nariko tries to feel along the darkness, moving a little cautiously.]
pantsplz: (no pants)

Rider/Iskander | Fate/Zero (will match format, no worries!)

[personal profile] pantsplz 2015-09-14 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
B3 - Really Old Macedonian Heavy Metal for the masses!

Throw a fit? Hardly. "Alex" was loving the heavy beat on the air. Sounded a little bit like military drums, for a march of some sort...but why on earth would he be hearing something like that?

He didn't know, but figuring it was only in his head to begin with, he just sorta tapped his foot to the rhythm and smiled, bopping his head a little bit without really realizing it.

Nobody else seemed to be hearing it, and he was no songwriter...but maybe he could take this to his managers? Might be something somebody would dig, even if it was a little outside his main genre.
sexualstevejobs: (Default)

b1

[personal profile] sexualstevejobs 2015-09-14 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
@shagsistah @jumpserve modern art. or banging people
maipokerface: (and tear yourself down)

Mai | ATLA

[personal profile] maipokerface 2015-09-14 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
A2.
[She's running almost before she thoroughly comprehends it, her feet seeking to place distance between her and those in pursuit. She barely spared a moment to even consider who they may be. Not that she had to because it was fairly clear from the light show alone that it wasn't anyone she knew particularly well.

When one gets close enough, she turns long enough to thrust her arm outward with a balled-up fist. Her sleeve ruffles and a sharp whizzing noise cuts the air. If one is quick enough they may catch the device clasped around her wrist. Her arm jerks a bit minutely with the recoil and she breathes out a harsh breath.]


Just give it up already!

[Not that that helps. It throws one of the black bodysuit clad figures back but the rest seem to just fill in the gap. And she has to start running yet again, though she further growls out her annoyance.]

They really can't take a hint.

B1.
[Mai has a particular spot she likes on the bus. It's towards the very back, one long seat rounded around a large bolted-down table low enough to serve as a coffee table. Regularly one can find the dark-haired woman commanding a good portion of the seat. She's not completely cold most of the time but she certainly has a presence that keeps others away if nothing else.

Today is much the same. She appears to be lazily scrolling through something on the phone in her hand, a bluish light cast over her face from it and an arm crossed around her. There's enough light back here at least where her dark hair and her dark clothes don't make her entirely blend into the shadows. The coffee table itself is littered with an array of her things, as if she's set up base here. A laptop, snacks, drinks, a bottle of black nail polish... it'd be sheer luck if there was a place to sit anything else.

If you've wandered back this far, she'll surprisingly enough speak up before anyone has the chance to say anything to her. All while never raising her eyes from the screen.]


I'm not signing anymore fan crap tonight.
sailorlaughter: (Ready for adventure!)

[personal profile] sailorlaughter 2015-09-14 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[She laughs.]

Don't put your hand there then! And hey, no one CARES if you like nurses! Let your freak flag fly~!
giglio_madonna: (snappleicons) (My aesthetic is)

A1

[personal profile] giglio_madonna 2015-09-14 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Japan, she thinks. That's the kind of place she's sort of ended up in, only in the lens of this strange... whatever on earth this is. It'd be very interesting if it didn't make her so worried and if she had just a bit more of an idea on what was happening. Luce keeps a level head, however, and simply keeps her handbag close to her as she pauses to get her bearings. It probably won't help in the long run, but still.]

[When she hears a voice calling out to her, she's glad she did take that moment to stop. When she turns around, Oikawa will get to see that she's a foreigner to Japan but with a rather pleasant appearance otherwise. Nothing strange or too out of the ordinary about her sensible appearance, save for the small orange flower-like marking beneath her left eye. She seems just as relieved as he is to have found another person.]


You're not the only one! I've seen quite a few different people, but, well, no one who can really respond.
giglio_madonna: (sassybird) (to quote hamlet act 3 scene 3 line 92)

B 2/3

[personal profile] giglio_madonna 2015-09-14 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Considering Xanxus' reputation, wine glasses breaking without him personally involved really is a shock. Goodness knows that's the kind of thing Luce has had to deal with since her own tour bus broke down and circumstances lead to her having to ride with this rockstar. Where her wells of saint-like patience comes from is probably a mystery.

Even now, with Xanxus looming and looking like he could murder someone, Luce just can't get herself to be afraid. Part of the reason for that, at least right now, is that she's a bit preoccupied herself. Not singing, but windchimes... When she finally looks over to him, her expression is actually rather cold instead of just the calm she's used beforehand.

"No one's singing."
giglio_madonna: (sassybird) (Where do boys get off thinking they’re)

B1

[personal profile] giglio_madonna 2015-09-14 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[No, no one could reasonably love Nariko when there's so much ruckus being caused so that none of them are getting any respite. Such is the life when you stick a bunch of personalities in one enclosed space.]

[Luce, however, seems to possess a frankly ungodly amount of patience. Almost like she's dealt with people just as bad if not worse when it comes to ridiculous drama. From where she's at the fridge fetching a bottle of water, she looks up at the latest display of theatrics.]


Oh? Does that mean we can have your share of dessert for tonight?
healyourheart: (61)

[personal profile] healyourheart 2015-09-14 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't look like one of those men chasing her. Is he in the same situation as her? What's with his clothes? ]

Tch. Fine.

[ Better the weird ninja guy than the weird gas mask guys, right? She follows after him, fumbling in her purse for her driver as she goes. They can't run forever.

Getting it around her waist is awkward while running, but somehow she manages. That's all she manages before they come up against a whole freaking platoon. She banks 90 degrees and keeps running, not stopping to see whether the ninja is following. ]
unknotted: (idiots everywhere...)

I APOLOGIZE FOR EVERYTHING!

[personal profile] unknotted 2015-09-14 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

'Mackenzie' slammed his fist against the thin wall of their tour bus, hoping that the person on the other side got the hint. Whatever the hell was playing, it was some trashy synthetic nordic candy pop that made him feel like he was going to get cavities from the shrill, electronic chords alone. Though the synthesizer was his gig, there were limits!

"Alex, turn that shit off," he called, glowering as he drew out a cigar to fiddle with while he tried to regain his concentration. He would have preferred something deeper, with a heavier bass, if he was completely honest with himself. These beats were just a marketing ploy to get the kids and the yuppies, nothing more.
tigermillionaire: (bad grrl)

Steven Universe | Steven Universe

[personal profile] tigermillionaire 2015-09-14 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
B2)
You're probably trying to sleep at roughly two in the morning when the shocking white of a camera flash wakes you up. Is it the paparazzi, you might wonder? Is it the police? No, in reality it's just Steven "Tiger" Universe taking a selfie with you while you're sleeping for the third time this week.

Tiger has an entire folder of these things, each one with him grinning in front of your unattractive bed face, still wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night. He covers them with digital stickers that say things like "TOO HOT" and "BABE". It is probably the worst thing.

And now he's giggling, too.

B3)
You come back into the tour bus and Tiger is sprawled out on the floor melodramatically, his guitar resting over his belly and empty cans of Coca Cola littering the ground around him. His wearing huge headphones and blasting some kind of music through them, and still wearing his sunglasses despite the fact that it's past 1AM and has been for a while now.

His body is also blocking the way into the fridge, as if he just kind of melted onto the floor while getting one of the many Cokes he's apparently been dealing with. And he's not intent on moving.
Edited 2015-09-14 02:38 (UTC)
connivingbird: (ignoring you)

b1

[personal profile] connivingbird 2015-09-14 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
I don't care what you do.

[The petite blond sticks an ice cream pop in his mouth and throws himself on the pile of red silk that he insists must be with him no matter where he was staying. Like his slight obsession with ice cream (for a guy of his body weight, he can eat an insane amount of ice cream and not get fat) it was just one of the quirks the otherwise grumpy and jerky guitar player had that made fans think that maybe he really does have a heart of gold under his normally spoiled persona.

They would probably be wrong but hope springs eternal.

Ankh reaches down among the debris to unearth his tablet and load up the PR site, scrolling around to check out the reviews and polls before switching it over to gossip rags. He isn't too interested in interacting, though he will dump some stuff onto the ground so he can put his feet on the table while he stretched out.]
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[personal profile] gunslingerqueen 2015-09-14 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[In a way she knew that she was being obnoxious, making everyone else suffer because why should she deal with it on her own? It wasn't right, and it could even be deemed cruel, but no one was perfect. Except for Luce, who did a rather good job of reeling Nariko in very quickly. The songstress pauses abruptly, her eyes narrow with equal parts suspicion and caution. Is this a hill to die on? Would it be worth losing dessert? The one vice she allows herself despite a near brutal workout regimen?

... No.

[Flopping onto one section of the couch, she crosses one leg over the other.] I'll consider not throwing myself out of anything if we have something with chocolate.
demonspacepirate: (COME AT ME BRO)

Ryoko Hakubi | Tenchi Muyo!

[personal profile] demonspacepirate 2015-09-14 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
A2

You'll never take me alive! [ Masked men? Ha! Masked targets more like! Each one in the area with their gas or their nets got another bolt of energy right to the forehead- at this point it was like shooting fish in a barrel. High above, floating and dodging whatever they tossed at her's Ryoko, all but lounging as she floats further from them and closer to the nearest corner. ]

Come ON I know you can do better than that! I'm starting to get bored. Bring out the big guns!

[ A beat, and she peers down. ]

You better scram if you don't wanna get in my way.

B1

Who drank all the sake! I had DIBS! [ The empty bottle gets thrown over her shoulder while she digs through the minibar. Sure there's vodka and rum and whiskey but none of it tasted right to her. It had to be sake.

Besides. She had called dibs. ]


You better have another bottle somewhere or I'm gonna kick your ass!
faithfulflame: (Rei Amused)

B1

[personal profile] faithfulflame 2015-09-14 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Rei looks up at the complaint, eyebrow lifted, a wry smile fixed on her lips. She wasn't any happier with the situation, but she's not above a little teasing of her jittery, spastic bandmate. He's nice, she likes him, but he just doesn't know how to keep still. Folding her arms across her breast, she looks pointedly at the cell-phone.]

At least you have a cell phone that works. Mine won't keep a charge at all, since that lout tried to steal it last show. [Buuuut she will concede one point to him.]

But it would be nice if we had something fresh to eat. Even an apple wouldn't be bad.
giglio_madonna: (snappleicons) (Now all you can do is wait.)

[personal profile] giglio_madonna 2015-09-14 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Right. Let's.

[Adjusting the net gun, she looks around to see if there's anyone like them that's both actually not-fuzzy and also not dressed all in black.]

Is there anyone else you can think of that you know?
deathboss: (Emotion - What the fuck)

Eikichi Mishina | Persona 2 (will match format)

[personal profile] deathboss 2015-09-14 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
A1
It had begun with a wish that had been planted since a few years. Eikichi had always wanted to have a band and be its central nerve, the main vocals but...he wasn't really good. Still, during his adventures, after ending up in an alien ship and finding out that their thoughts were becoming reality, it began with a simple wish and hope for the best. "I'm a superstar!"

Maybe he had wished a little too hard. The rest of his friends had disappeared and the golden walls of the dungeon were almost like rainbow.

"Uh I think I take it back..." he says aloud to anyone listening. Glaring at his Gas Chamber logo on his arm as if IT was the source of his new troubles. Then again, this might be a situation like before where he'll need to move around and find his friends. "Where's the Velvet Room when you need it," he mutters, beginning to walk in the maze.

B1
"Rise and shine everyone! It's time for another wonderful day ~♥" It was just seven in the morning, but someone was already in a practicing mood as the bus continued to advance in the road. Not that anyone would be asleep by now - after all he'd been up since six to put on his makeup ever-so-perfectly before he sat on one of the couches, sighing contentedly. The road of fame was hard, but he remembered that he'd always wanted this.

Giving up now was not gonna happen!

"So let's get 'em out and bust a tune! As usual, Michel will provide the stunning vocals!"

There was no use arguing. The microphone was already out in his hand.
Edited 2015-09-14 03:18 (UTC)
demonspacepirate: (so bored)

[personal profile] demonspacepirate 2015-09-14 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry we left the rabbit pellets at the last greenroom, princess. Oh, wait! I'm not." Ryoko growled around her next bite of her drumstick. Chicken, red meat, ribs, egg salad sandwiches from the rest stops, she ate anything. Wasn't picky. Even if she COULD get by on what Peridot called a meal, making sure that she wouldn't have to out of spite? Totally worth it. "Either get over yourself or starve."

One of the retweets had been Ryoko with the response 'Deal with it, bitch. #Carnivore4lyfe'

It'd gotten a couple hundred retweets. Life was good.
tigermillionaire: (eh...)

[personal profile] tigermillionaire 2015-09-14 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Um...

[Maybe, but he's not really sure that he wants to explain. He's becoming increasingly less certain that it has anything to do with the current situation, anyway.]

...I kind of thought that maybe this had something to do with all the magic stuff I usually get into...it's kind of a long story? That's the only kind of weird stuff I usually see, but...I'm starting to think that this isn't like that at all.

[He lifts up his shirt a little, staring at the rose quartz gem in his belly button dubiously. If it's a gem thing, his own sure isn't being much help.]
Edited 2015-09-14 02:23 (UTC)
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[personal profile] diediediediediedie 2015-09-14 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"If you ate the rabbit pellets more often, you might be able to wear something smaller than a Size Toga." Peridot would happily starve if she could. She just never seemed to have an appetite.

Peridot retweeted the retweet: 'i'm sure the paparazzi would love some pictures of you with chicken grease down your chin #howtoloseyourfigureinthreemeals
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NEVER APOLOGIZE! <3

[personal profile] pantsplz 2015-09-14 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry!"

Although he wasn't, not at all. And he didn't turn anything down, because the music wasn't coming from anywhere except his own creativity, and Mackenzie could just learn to deal with it for all he cared. Still, a token apology would work better than simply ignoring him. Mack could really be a jerk if he thought he wasn't being respected, of all the dumb things.

Alex decided to give him a deeper beat by pounding out a rhythm on the thin wall in response, still bopping his head happily to the drum beat.
demonspacepirate: (What did you expect?)

[personal profile] demonspacepirate 2015-09-14 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"If you ate at all we'd be able to do bathingsuit photoshoots, but you keep falling out of everything." Too skinny, no chest, no COLOR what was she, a corpse?

Oh it is ON, bitch. 'already did that shoot, got bank. #gainedsixfigures #sux2bebrokehuh'
yuruse: (look down upon)

we meet again

[personal profile] yuruse 2015-09-14 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Their admiration is fleeting anyway. Your picture will be replaced with that of a more attractive woman within the month.

[Itachi, or "Weasel" as he tends to go by since he doesn't think anyone truly appreciates his name, leans over to pick up her black nail polish, casually reading the label.]

And the band can replace you if you aren't going to pull your weight.
unknotted: (ruffled)

OMG I LOVE YOU

[personal profile] unknotted 2015-09-14 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
He could feel his headache growing worse by the second.

Lighting up, he took a calming puff of his cigar before storming out into the other room, long black hair in a haphazard disarray and fire glinting in his dark green eyes.

"Goddammit, Alex! If you're going to be obnoxious like this, the least you could do is keep your beat in sync with this chickenshit!"