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

[panspermia]

"You really don't have to worry about that, man." Greg genuinely can't imagine anyone in their right mind ordering Weasel around, with how much fuss he puts in for a friendly request from a bandmate. Well, no one except the managers, but...

For all the resistance, though, it's all working out, and Greg can't complain. He grins, eyes still closed. "You're good people, anyone ever tell you that?" There's never a bad time for breakfast food.

[yuruse]

"Hn." Despite the name he's taken, Weasel has in fact heard that several times. He just tends to ignore it since it messes with his image. Nice isn't really the look he's going for, hence the black nails and eyeliner.

He should probably ask what Greg wants to drink, but he doesn't. Water is what's needed here. Coffee can be had once that's been gulped down. The health of his bandmates is important, after all. Otherwise they'll be an embarrassment on stage.

"Any fruit?"

[panspermia]

"Bananas. Potassium." If there's one thing he remembers from his brief stint in college, it's the best hangover foods. "If we've got any--"

Suddenly, the sound system clicks to life, squealing feedback and static. "GEH--Dude, what the hell?!"

[yuruse]

"I know there's some in the bowl up at the counter..." He trails off as the sound system starts acting up, grimacing a little at the noise. It's been a mess on the bus lately, and Weasel figures they must be having tech issues somewhere.

He's tried not to think too hard about the familiar sounding music from earlier, or any other odd things that have been happening. There are simple explanations for everything, and they're bound to hear them sooner or later. So all this noise gets out of the bassist is a low "Hm."

[panspermia]

Well, at least he's finally up off the couch, scrabbling at dials to try and cut down on the noise. "Ugh, it's not turning off! Why does everything around here keep breaking?"

Usually he wouldn't be so aggravated, but between the headache and how messed up things have been, he's pretty sick of getting messed with. Touring is enough of a headache as it is, without things getting spooky or whatever. "If you've got the remote, quit it, okay, I'm up! Real funny!"

[yuruse]

"I don't think any of our bandmates are responsible." Weasel keeps his head tilted, listening to the noise. It can't really be called music. "Maybe it's the managers again."

Some kind of wake-up call, maybe. Or they're testing out a new sound system. You could never tell with them, and it's usually best not to ask too much about it either. They'll either explain or they want, and he's used to that.

[panspermia]

Further complaints die off at the thought of the managers being responsible. If it's their doing, it's probably for a good reason. Greg trudges to the kitchen nook, trying to keep his grumbling at a minimum. "I guess that's what I get." Hangovers aren't punishment enough.

[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."