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

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[connivingbird]

No.

[Yeah, no, Ankh wasn't in the mood to get up, let alone let someone go groping him when he was in serious gossip reading and exchanging mode over his phone. As the bad boy member from a whole list of bad boys, Ankh was one to carry it further and was considered a bit of a hard person to work with. Demanding, controlling and even a lot grumpy, it didn't matter if it was in front of the camera or behind it, he still acted like a complete jerk to everyone.]

It's not it worked the last three times.

[The tour bus has always been haunted. Why spend time lighting shit and then waving it around people anyways when there was more important things like speculate the reasons behind EnStarz's sudden tour cancellation?]

And you dropped burning weeds all over my red satin pillows!

[chic]

Square up and participate, kid, or it'll be your matchin' jammies next. [ Had they been deliberate, the holes burnt into Ankh's precious satin pillows by way of smoldering sage leaf? Damn straight they'd been, and all because the brat refused to be anything but the world's worst handicap, so enamored with gossip and speculation that he's all but forgotten about their crew. But guess fucking what, Benten won't be put on hold, and Ankh needs to learn the lesson that life won't wait for you to live it, even if it has to be beaten into that pretty little undercut of his. ]

I'm startin' to think you're the one responsible for all of this— [ This, of course, is accented with an all-encompassing gesture which settles a rather large plume of smoke over the space between them. ] —take ownership of all this rancid energy, or I'll do you ten times worse.

[ That'll be his first and last warning. ]

[connivingbird]

[He actually didn't wear any jammies, a fact that had him frowning and trying to remember if he had ever decided to wear something similar for some odd reason. There had been one stupid MV thing in which they were all lounging around in some kind of weird silk bondage straps of fabric (his naturally being red), the red leathers he once decided was too much effort to slink out of and instead collapsed in, and the red and black checkered pants that he was currently wearing.

Look, he was even putting the phone away and getting up, though it was only because he wanted to get ice cream - his one and only really bad habit next to the whole 'spoiled little star' attitude he had. In fact, trying to make him gain more interesting and proper bad habits like drugs, drinks or even sex had the brat curl his upper lip and ask what was the point, although he could (and did) decimate whole ice cream stores in a single visit. Amazing how he manages to stay thin with the amount he could eat.]

Oh sure, blame it on me as if I have anything to do with spooks, specters and things that go bump into the night. [He waves his right hand at the rest of the bus, that weird and strangely attached monstrous glove of his almost acting like it has a mind of its own.] Just because I woke up like this. So go ahead, but don't go whining to me when it doesn't work. Again.