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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Peridot | Steven Universe

[diediediediediedie]

B2

The worst part of being on tour was the food.

No, actually, the worst part of life was the food.

"I told you: I don't eat red meat, I don't eat chicken, I don't eat seafood, or dairy, or gluten, or white sugar. Tell me they have some stuffed grape leaves or SOMETHING." For some reason, coordinating meals with the bandmates was always so much more difficult than it needed to be.

She wasn't going to take off her sunglasses to tweet or look at anyone while she said that or ever. She glanced at the tweet she'd just written.

'TFW your the only one with a palate in your band. #tourproblems'

Send.

She sat, legs crossed, back perfectly straight, in her seat and pulled out her keytar. "Anyway, I'm going to rehearse. Join me if you feel like it. Not that the drinking and partying isn't a great use of your time, but we do have to make music at some point." She tweeted something similar two days ago, and it got three retweets.

[demonspacepirate]

"Sorry we left the rabbit pellets at the last greenroom, princess. Oh, wait! I'm not." Ryoko growled around her next bite of her drumstick. Chicken, red meat, ribs, egg salad sandwiches from the rest stops, she ate anything. Wasn't picky. Even if she COULD get by on what Peridot called a meal, making sure that she wouldn't have to out of spite? Totally worth it. "Either get over yourself or starve."

One of the retweets had been Ryoko with the response 'Deal with it, bitch. #Carnivore4lyfe'

It'd gotten a couple hundred retweets. Life was good.

[diediediediediedie]

"If you ate the rabbit pellets more often, you might be able to wear something smaller than a Size Toga." Peridot would happily starve if she could. She just never seemed to have an appetite.

Peridot retweeted the retweet: 'i'm sure the paparazzi would love some pictures of you with chicken grease down your chin #howtoloseyourfigureinthreemeals

[demonspacepirate]

"If you ate at all we'd be able to do bathingsuit photoshoots, but you keep falling out of everything." Too skinny, no chest, no COLOR what was she, a corpse?

Oh it is ON, bitch. 'already did that shoot, got bank. #gainedsixfigures #sux2bebrokehuh'

[diediediediediedie]

"Ugh, those are so pointless. But I suppose you need to do something when you don't have any actual musical talent." Nobody took it as seriously as Peridot. If you asked Peridot.

Bring it. 'youve become so brave since you sold out #admirable #attentionwhoreforfunandprofit'

[demonspacepirate]

"You know we mix your weird numbercore bullshit out of the tracks, right? And you're never plugged in. People come to ROCK not to do math." Jesus this bitch. Rocking was about having the biggest, baddest party possible on someone else's dime.

Consider it BROUGHT. 'Y u hat'n my body positivity and alternative lifestyle? #bigotsbebitching

[diediediediediedie]

"You think I haven't noticed that you unplug me every time? I suppose you don't listen because you're too busy with that discordant noodling I have to hold up. Because I'm the only one providing any structure to our sound." She shook her head. "Like a mass of hippo guts on toothpicks, but I still make it work."

Is that all you got? 'so sorry i degenerated your only excuse to be a complete slob #sjwnonsense'

[demonspacepirate]

"If by structure you mean boring ass chord progressions. Try to sneak Pachelwuss' bullshit into the next set and I'm gonna break your wrist." It's been done. It's been DONE to death and PUNK was not baroque. It was Broke! Getting paid was a nice change, though. "People don't come for structure! They come for a party."

And Peridot barely knew how to party.

Just getting warmed up. 'so sorry ur still such a sorry salty excuse for a rocker #jobopenings #canyouplaythekeytar'

[diediediediediedie]

"Oh well, forgive me for trying to stay in tune! Or to finish a phrase now and again! I'll just play my instrument with my lips like you prefer!" Just because she had an actual ear for technical perfection Peridot had to fix EVERYTHING. "Are those parties? Sounds to me like you prefer rioting!"

Wow, nice cliche. 'so sorry you wouldnt know real music if it walked up and laid eggs in your head #probablyalreadyhas #wouldexplainsomuch'

[demonspacepirate]

"You're just mad I get all the girls hot and all the men jealous." Tongue skills for DAYS. Even if it got caught on her lip piercings now and then, a little blood was worth it. "Party's not a party till someone's gotten arrested and someone else's in the hospital."

'Who died and made you queen of anything? Fucking no one, two note bitch. #onlyknowstwochord #alldamnday'

[diediediediediedie]

"Oh yes, you and your little predilections. I forget, is it 25 or 26 diseases you've accumulated so far from catching panties with your teeth?" The whole scene she courts is repulsive and Peridot wants nothing to do with it.

"It's only too bad that the ones in the hospital are so often our roadies. But I think we both know who's fault THAT was."

'you know you couldnt handle it #justhereforthecheapsexappeal #idoalltherealwork'

[demonspacepirate]

"It's NONE. One good thing about the label, healthcare." Though they did try to get her to quit doing that. Hey. If they were gonna toss 'em that high, why NOT catch them? She only ever ends up in the hospital lately because of busted teeth, bruises, or the odd concussion. Peridot fought DIRTY.

In a way she could respect that.

"Hey, YOU threw that last bottle and hit Reggie. I was busy with my guitar solo. Not my fault you missed." Idiot.

'u no u can't AFFORD it #notthatcheap #bitchdidyouHEARmylastsolo'

[yuruse]

Weasel is a vegetarian, and even he thinks Peridot takes things a little too far. He can't look too far down on an alternative lifestyle, though. It takes a lot of willpower. Or no tastebuds. One or the other.

"I had some unflavored rice cakes in one of the cabinets. You can have them. Pretty sure they're gluten and sugar free. Top them however." He scrolls through the tweets as he says this, but doesn't respond to any. His own twitter account mostly consists of random hiakus and abstract art posts.

[diediediediediedie]

Peridot lives off of a daily half-serving of vegetables, a carton of cigarettes, and lots and lots and lots of coffee. She hasn't been able to taste anything for years.

"It will do, I suppose," she says and gets up to check. He's probably on his pointless twitter again, hiakus from which she occasionally steals and reworks as lyrics.

[yuruse]

"I think there's also carrots... somewhere." He's pretty sure he saw one of the other band members wander off with them a while back, but that didn't mean whatever was left wouldn't turn up under a cushion a couple days from now. He hates when that happens.

He doesn't hate the ganking of his haikus so much, though. Every so often he'll catch a little of their influence, and he knows he's not just hearing things. He considers his contributions to provide good vibes in the long run.

"Coffee should still be hot."

[diediediediediedie]

Coffee over carrots, especially in this tour bus. Who knows where the food could end up, considering that the concept of "refrigeration" seemed to escape her bandmates.

"Good." She got up to pour herself a cup. Instant, but it's something, and it should keep her going for however long it takes for her to finish writing this song.

"...What do you think? Rhymes or no rhymes?"

[yuruse]

"Depends on the flow you want." He makes a half-assed wavy motion with one hand, like the surface of an ocean. "And the focus you're looking for. If you want the words to catch, then rhyme them. If you want the music itself to stick out more then write around it."

Is this something off a clean slate, or is it based around some of the riffs they'd been messing with lately? Sometimes a sound came up in practice that inspired words of its own, rather than the other way around.

"What are you feeling in your gut?"

[twoscompany]

Ugh. This...person.

"Why did we agree to this collaboration, again?"

[diediediediediedie]

The feeling is mutual

"I suppose I felt like my concert needed a featuring credit," and then, under her breath, "I shouldn't have taken the lowest bid."

[twoscompany]

"I seem to recall being the headliner on this particular tour." Excuse you, Triangle Head. "Doesn't matter. You have a problem with the food, take it up with our managers."

She's already practicing on the keytar, strumming and testing the strings and chords with practiced precision in her fingers.

"Not that it matters. You know those sunflower seeds are sprayed with chemicals, don't you?"

Miss-I-Need-My-Food-To-Be-Totally-Unblemished-In-Every-Way.

[diediediediediedie]

"I suppose nothing matters to you, does it?" Peridot slows her eating for a moment, examining the seeds in her hands, before popping them in her mouth. To throw them away would mean admitting that Square Head got to her and she's probably lying anyway.

"And anyway, you basically make your living guesting on other people's work. It must be so new for you to have a headliner."

[twoscompany]

"No, actually. Not at all." Struuum. "On both accounts. This is my fifth tour headlining in the past five years. Everyone knows who I am."

A sloooooow turn to look at Peridot.

"What did you say your name was, again?"

[freeasabook]

Nageki looks up from where he's been paging through a book of sheet music, his eyes filled with bored disdain. He is presently on a diet primarily composed of beans, rice, and millet, not to mention plenty of vitamin capsules. Anyone branching out more than that clearly isn't trying.

He favorited that tweet, but never hits the retweet button for anything. "I don't see why we have to be here in person."

[diediediediediedie]

Peridot's diet would starve a parakeet. She thinks Nageki is a glutton, but he has some good ideas.

"Hear, hear. I could record my part in an afternoon. I don't see what this waste of time gets us."

[freeasabook]

"Allergies," he says wearily. "And it's a help to those who don't care about the art, I suppose. If they didn't practice they couldn't keep up. What are we playing this time? More silly love songs?"

He's not entirely against love songs, but they're better with obscure literary allusions, or space, or both.