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

Pinkie Pie | MLP: FiM

[sailorlaughter]

A2

RUN!

[Look, you probably don't need to be told that the men in black suits and gas masks, chasing a small and obviously terrified pink pony with guns are probably not good people. Pinkie's keeping up a good pace, but she's super lost and she doesn't know where she could hide in this weird place - are they EVER gonna give up?]

B3

[Pinkie (stage name, but she'll answer to it) is known for being a hyperactive party girl. It's kinda her thing, you know? She's always in the tabloids for whatever crazy bash she last got involved in; it's rare to see her ever sit still.

But she's doing that now, while that weird music plays in the tour bus. Her arms are folded loosely around her torso, and she's humming a little. As someone else walks it, she looks up, trying to put on a smile.]

So like, you think that's a weird radio signal we're getting or something?

B3

[okami_shiranui]

Dunno, cherry cake.

[The woman with the snowy hair and red tattoos glanced at the girl, reaching over to give her shoulder a squeeze. She'd always answered to whatever name people gave her, never really caring for one over the other unless it was derogatory and deserved getting punched for, but for all her coarse behaviour and rough language she'd always looked out for everyone on the bus like they were her own kids.]

Whatever it is, it's botherin' me somethin' fierce. You gonna be okay?

[sailorlaughter]

I guess.

[She rests her chin unhappily in her hands.] I dunno if I like it or not. Like I kinda do and kinda don't? Is that weird?

[okami_shiranui]

's not weird at all. Kinda feel the same way myself.

[She hummed, reaching up to rub her chin as she glanced around the bus.]

Want me to get you something to drink and I'll keep you company 'til it's gone?

[sailorlaughter]

Yeah, that sounds good.

[She smiles, scooting over to make room on the couch.] Like, I kinda think it'd be fun to write a song like that, but also I dunno if I wanna play it for everyone? Or write it down? I dunno, let's talk about something else.

[okami_shiranui]

A good plan.

[She rummaged around in the fridge, pulling down a clean glass, wiping it out just in case, then poured Pinkie a ginger ale topped with grenadine and extra cherries. For herself she grabbed a bottle of hard cider and swatted the cap off with her bare hand before returning to sit beside the girl. Holding out the cup to Pinkie, she gave her a smile as she cocked her head.]

I'd bore you with stories about my kids, but I don't think you'd wanna hear those.

[Mostly because for some infernal reason she had this slithery feeling in her head whenever she thought of them, and the music wasn't helping.]

Tell me about the parties you like best. I always did love a good party.

A2

[consocius]

[Considering Sora had still been meandering about in a confused but curious manner, it's probably a good thing Pinkie Pie shouts that. He hadn't noticed the oncoming group of baddies until they were practically on top of him.

But the pony came first, and for that he's grateful. Because now he's running alongside her, eyes wide as he keeps glancing between the talking pink pony (he's seen odder things, not gonna lie), and the men in gas masks chasing them.]

What do they want?! [Sora, why does it matter?]

[sailorlaughter]

I dunno, but they shot a net at me! They missed, but it was all electric and stuff!

[She doesn't really even know what they ARE. Probably the same thing this guy is, but he's obviously not with them. They're so tall!]

They must live in here!

[consocius]

Sorry for trespassing, but we're not here on purpose! [He shouts over his shoulder at them. Like this will help. Except it doesn't, because he has to dodge to avoid an electric net himself. This earns the space men an indignant shout:] Hey!!

[Back to the pony:] Did you just get pulled here, too? [This isn't exactly the right time for a chat, but he'd still like to know why they're being chased, and what he can do to stop it.]

[sailorlaughter]

Yeah! I dunno what this place is! [She yelps and puts on a little speed. Apparently all the dodged nets aren't making the gas-mask things happy.] I thought it was kinda cool-looking at first, but I wanna go home now!

[consocius]

I don't blame you, they aren't really giving us a very friendly welcome! [Okay, so trying to explain their presence to these guys hadn't helped. Second plan for Sora is fighting. Except when he tries to call on his keyblade, something that is practically second nature now, nothing happens. So he slides to a halt, staring at his empty hand in disbelief.] Wait, what?

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Hey, what's with the fake happiness?

[As is his wont, Jecht drops a hand into that dangerous head of hair to ruffle it. Guy's damn fond of his bandmate, she reminds him of his younger days if he wasn't quite so... you know. Him and stuff. And she gets what he's feeling without him having to say it, usually, which really helps.]

[Like right now he's a little worried, but it takes someone pretty smart about people to figure that out beneath his grin and roughhousing.]

Some kid probably tossed a music player with a speaker in the window, figured we'd hear it and think he was the new best thing.

[sailorlaughter]

[She has to smile at the hair ruffling, for real this time. Things like that always make you feel better, and Jecht's really really nice, even if he acts kinda rough sometimes.]

I looked around! I even climbed up to look in the ceiling! But I couldn't find it! Anyway, we're going like sixty. It'd be pretty hard to get something in the window instead of just smashing it on the side!

I bet this whole place really is haunted. Except whoever heard of a haunted bus? That's stupid.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

I meant before that, kid! [Yeah, he wouldn't call himself an old man, but something about Pinkie makes him feel like he's twice his age. Kinda makes him think of having a child of his own.] When we were parked. There's no such thing as ghosts!

[sailorlaughter]

Are you SURE? I saw a video of these guys playing with a Ouija board one time, and it got SUPER weird.

...oooooh, we could buy a Ouija board!

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Stuff like that's fake! Someone was moving it with their hands! And if you got one I'd do the same thing. You'd ask it who was haunting the bus and wonder why it kept telling you to give Jecht candy.

A2

[trustme]

[Doctor spotted the bright pink pony and her chasers from up the hill where he was hiding himself in a pile of trash bags. Not the nicest smelling hiding place but it was working for the time. He hesitated for a second, biting his lip and trying to weigh his options but he threw away logic the next second and charged towards the pony and the men in masks.]

Whoa whoa whoa whoa! [He jumped out in front of their trail.] You there, soldiers! Halt this instant! You're breaking intergalactic law! [One never knew when words would work. It was worth a try.]

[sailorlaughter]

I SAID RUN!

[Geez, some people don't listen!] They've got nets and guns, and they don't wanna talk! They got some other people, I saw them, just GO!

[trustme]

Worth a try. [He shrugs and grimaces then turns to run.]

Pink, follow me! I found a place to hide. [He points up the hill towards where he was hiding before.]

[sailorlaughter]

[Pinkie nods and scrambles up the hill behind him. She trusts him - he's stuck here just like her! Plus, he like ALMOST guessed her name!]

[trustme]

[Thankfully the path to the alleyway and the dumpster are clear of masked men.]

Sorry it's not a very pleasant place to hide. But that's a bit of the point. It will take them longer before they consider looking here.

[He turns the corner into the alleyway and runs up to the garbage bag heap. He swats at a fly that starts buzzing around his head.]

Smelly but safe.

A2

[inverted_twilight]

P-Pinkie Pie!?

[Instinctively Moondancer gallops right next to Pinkie trying her hardest keep with her pace]

[sailorlaughter]

Oh! Hey! Moondancer, right!

How fast do you think you can run?

[inverted_twilight]

[In a split second she turns her head to the hoards of space men, and without even thinking uses her magic to trip one of them as the unlucky space man gets trapped and shocked in his own net. Unfortunately this does little to slow all of them down.]

Hopefully fast enough.

What the living hay is going on!? Is anypony else here?

[sailorlaughter]

I dunno! One second I'm in Sugarcube Corner, and the next I'm in this weird space-y place! I saw - [She pauses, jumping over some tricky ground.] - um, I saw some people a while ago? On two legs like the net monsters, but they were getting chased too!