interstellar404 | 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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[It happens one day on his walk home from the studio. He's been practicing a new piece with his dance group there, and they've finally hit the timing just right, so Maxxie's on a bit of a high as he cuts through a back street in the late afternoon. Even the main streets are quiet at this time of day - everyone's in having dinner and Maxxie knows that when he walks through the door his mother will be setting something on the table and his father will be chastising him for being late again, but that's routine. That's what Maxxie likes. Which is why he's acutely aware when he turns a corner and something feels off.]

[At first, he turns to make sure no one is following him. There's no one there, not even the scrape of someone's shoes, and the cars have fallen silent. He turns back around and the world is shifting, getting blurry at the edges.]

What the fuck?

[He can feel his heart pounding away in his chest, and his instincts tell him to run so he does, but the world only gets farther away. He stops, turning in circles and shouting:]

The fuck's going on here?

[Maxxie's good at passing the time on the bus. When he's not napping, he usually has his head ducked, scribbling away in a little notebook. It's pieces of lyrics - he writes them down as they come to him - surrounded by doodles of this or that. Sometimes the drawings threaten to overtake the lines he's been trying to piece together into verses, but he lets them weave in and out. It's a process, and it works for him.]

[That's when the bus is quiet. When there's even a murmur of activity, Maxxie's involved. He's an extrovert, he gets energy from shooting the shit with his bandmates and playing dumb loud card games or trying to build a structure of plastic cutlery only to have all of it fall down at the next bend in the road. He tries not to be too loud, lest the Managers get annoyed, but he's naturally obnoxious. And right now he's just a little wired, as he is wont to do the day after a show - the adrenaline lasts almost 24 hours for him. He's throwing a ball in the air over and over again, swinging his legs over the arm of a couch.]

I think we should change up the set, yeah? Seems like there's too much slow stuff right in the middle - gotta get the crowd pumped up again.

In stark contrast, Jamie is tired. He slumps in the seat opposite Maxxie, watching him with half-lidded eyes, as though simply being in the other teen's presence exhausts him. It's not entirely untrue; when he's not in his stage persona Jamie's a pretty low-key person. Being around noisy, active people drains him.

"I don't even wanna think about the next gig. We just finished the last one, like, twelve hours ago." He yawns, arching his arms over his head in a joint-cracking stretch. "Besides, I don't think the fans cared too much anyway. They were screaming their lungs out, just like they do every night."

"Always room for improvement," Maxxie says with a grin at Jamie. He sits up and holds the ball still, looking thoughtfully at it in his hands.

"'Sides, I'm getting bored of the same thing over and over again, you know? It's all over the internet already - everyone in the crowd knows what we're gonna play next so we should mix it up."

Part of Jamie has to agree with that - if they're getting predictable during their very first tour, well, that probably doesn't reflect very well on them - but the other part of him is just too stretched thin to care. Being a rock star is a lot more work than he'd realized.

He finishes his stretch and lets his arms flop behind his head. "The set's the way it because it works. Strong kickoff, strong finish. Nobody's gonna walk out in the middle of a concert just because things drag a little, they're gonna wanna stick around for the whole thing and get their money's worth." He guesses. Sometimes he legitimately thinks all their fans are crazy, though, so who knows.

A genuinely troubling thought occurs to him, then, and out of reflex he shoots a glance toward the front of the bus, where their Manager normally was. "Besides," Jamie adds in an undertone, "do you really think the boss'll approve screwing around with the set list he came up with?"

Maxxie frowns as he glances up the bus right after Jamie, his eyes lingering there a little longer as he tries to actually locate their Manager. He looks back, unsure and worried.

"You really think he'll be mad? We've got to be able to make some decisions on our own, right?"

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."

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