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

[dishevelment]

[Heaving a sigh, Koumei pushed his heavy hair out of his face and pulled himself up to his feet to carefully regard the wild young man.]

Say what you will, but you may have made an enemy of the crows here.

[Almost nonchalantly, he pointed up at the crows that had gathered in the surrounding light fixtures and trees. Their restless cawwing amongst eachother seemed innocent enough, but it was uncommon to see them in such large numbers-- and to see them watching anyone as carefully as they seemed to be watching Judar.]

[fallensun]

[Judar squinted up at them, still chewing on the mouthful of candy. What the hell?? Birds weren't supposed to do that! That was horror movie bullshit. He looked backed over at Koumei, pointing accusingly at him.]

What the hell is up with that?! Are you the bird whisperer or something?

[dishevelment]

[He shrugged, seemingly nonchalant in regards to the entire situation]

Who knows? I just feed them.

[fallensun]

Bullshit! If one of them ends up in my hair, I'm gonna kill you so hard!

[He backed up into the open door of the bus, still eyeing the birds warily. He was 100% certain he could kick Koumei's ass any day of the week, but he didn't want to die pecked to death by creepy birds. He had a future and a career and a beautiful face and really awesome hair and losing any one of those things would really, really piss him off a lot.]

[dishevelment]

Then the manager will kill you for killing your instrumentalist.

[/sigh. Why did he have to end up with such a troublesome frontman?]

[fallensun]

We can hire another one! One who doesn't do weird bird crap!

[But Judar did looks well and truly cowed, even if he was pissed about it. If only there was something he could do other than throw the rest of this bag of Skittles at Koumei's stupid head. If people didn't respect his position as frontman of this band, he was kind of shit out of luck when it came to throwing his weight around. It was deeply, deeply frustrating because he had the feeling that it was more unfair than even he knew. Lesser mortals should be cowering before him, goddammit.]

[dishevelment]

All I do is feed them; there's nothing weird about that.

[And it was the truth; the birds had merely accepted him as one of their own, and flocks were notorious for taking extensive measures in protecting their family. While the crows were currently making no move, there was no doubt that they were emblazoning Judar's visage in their minds. They would likely remember him as an enemy for months, or even years, to come.

Koumei would be lying if he said that he wasn't pleased to see Judar backed up into a corner like this.]

[fallensun]

Everything's weird about that!

[Usually, you threw a few french fries at seagulls or something, closed your car window, and went on with your life. You didn't sit around like some sort of reject Disney princess surrounded by the local winged vermin. You certainly didn't threaten to sic your feathered friends on your enemies.

The weirdest people were the ones who didn't even know they were weird, man.]

Now I can't even leave the bus because of your weird birds!

[dishevelment]

I dare say that's your own fault, isn't it?

[Koumei cast a sharp look at Judar, as if daring the brat to come up with some smarmy retort to those words. If Judar had refrained from impulsively attacking the birds, he would have been allowed to come and go in peace.

But crows have long memories. Longer memories than the papparazzi, at least.]