interstellar404 | TEST DRIVE MEME: THE SELF TITLED ALBUM

☆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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►B1)

He would have liked to spend his time on the road sleeping, but it was too cramped and too noisy. The quiet was better; he didn't have to worry about distractions, he could just focus on his own thoughts, or think about nothing at all, if he felt like it. But he was crammed into a confined space with other people, so, grumpy or not, he had to make the best of it. At least there was room to stretch his legs out, so he did, occupying most of a couch with his guitar in his lap as he tuned it, his hair pulled back into a tiny bun.

It had taken a lot of practice to get used to playing guitar with a prosthetic arm; he could feel the strings with his metal fingers but he couldn't feel them. It had taken him a while to memorize the way the guitar felt under his hand, how much pressure to use, but now it was as easy as breathing. He felt like he'd been doing it his whole life, even if he couldn't quite remember when he'd started playing. That wasn't the important part though, was it? What mattered was that he was here now, and he was good at both guitar and singing. That was all he needed.

He was quiet, both in person and on the news. They didn't have much to report on him, except when he went out to clubs, danced with people, took them home. There were rumors about what happened after they left the club, how many people he slept with, but he refused to comment. His life was his own, and what he did in the privacy of his own home was his business. The truth was less interesting, anyway.

►B2)

Bucky hadn't been doing anything different than he usually did. He didn't bump into anything or knock anything over. So the glass abruptly falling to the floor and shattering at his feet was really fucking alarming. He jumped back with an undignified shout, pulling away just in time for another glass to shoot off the counter, go whizzing past his head, and shatter against the wall, spraying glass shards across the floor and one of the chairs.

"What the hell's going on?" he demanded of no one in particular. He didn't expect anyone else who'd seen that to have an answer, unless this was some kind of prank.

The long stretches were the worst. Nothing sapped your energy like being in a glorified cage, a relatively comfortable one all things considered but that didn't really change the fact. Even Nari-- Lila, usually the life of any party, the ever cheerful and flirtatious one, had all the fun sucked out of her. A week long trip to another major city where they would inevitably play for a stadium full of people. Then it would be fun, glorious, and life fulfilling as always but right now it just sucked.

And that was what lead her to Bucky. She actually had been trying to get some sleep but the noise made it impossible and somewhere along the way she'd picked up her own guitar and mindlessly strummed. And if one of their other mates hadn't decided to start hollering she might have been alright! But ultimately it was fine because when she stood in front of him with a very particular kind of grin it was for a specific, somewhat frequent reason:

"Wanna try out a new song?"

Sure, it might turn out to be nothing and become friendly jamming but that had to be better than just lying around and waiting for this literal hell of a ride to be over with!

He looked up when she spoke, considering it for a moment as he fiddled with his guitar. Eventually, he shrugged, sliding his legs down off the couch to make some room. "Sure, why not." It might be a better way to pass the time than just sitting there trying to figure out a way to distract himself on his own. Sleep would have been even better, maybe next time he'd have to invest in some ear plugs, so it wouldn't matter how loud and obnoxious everyone else was.

Undeterred she took up the newly freed seat and settled back into the cushions, settling her guitar in her lap and making sure that she didn't interfere with his space. He was definitely the kind of guy that didn't benefit from being crowded at all, which made the irony of being in a band that much worse, so maybe he couldn't give his quiet but at least he'd still have his corner? It was the little things, sometimes.

Once settled she reached into the pocket of her jeans to yank out the notes she'd been working on. "So, we have that really jumpy song we did in the last set, right?" ... She never remembered names for things. "I was kind of thinking something like that, but slowing it down, with a different hook." Notes left between them Nariko, as always, decided that showing was better than reading.

Well now. Here she'd been hoping to have a quiet uneventful shower, and suddenly there's the sound of glass breaking from outside. Fortunately, she'd just been finishing up anyway- it only takes a minute for her to haphazardly throw a bathrobe on and step outside. It's not entirely done up properly, and more of her leg shows than is really proper, but oh well. There's a reason that with her and Bucky combined, the band tends to end up on media one way or another even with how they're well behaved otherwise.

"What happened?" Her eyebrows raise up as she takes in the scene. "I didn't feel us hit anything, why is there glass everywhere?"

At least he had shoes on, so getting stabbed in the feet by glass wasn't on his list of things he needed to worry about. Just, apparently, being brained by randomly flying glasses. He was getting a pan out to collect the shards when she stepped out.

"Fuck if I know," Bucky grumbled, gingerly picked up glass. "They just flew off the counter."

"It's not like we hit a bump or anything..." She ducks out of sight for a moment to grab some slippers so she doesn't cut herself open or anything ridiculous, and then steps back into the room. A sigh leaves her.

"Just when we all get some time to ourselves, we apparently get a poltergeist." It's more a joke than anything. She's not expecting a pillow to actually go flying all the way across the tour bus until it hits a wall.

"...Ah." Because what can you honestly say to that?

TEST DRIVE MEME: THE SELF TITLED ALBUM

Bucky Barnes | MCU

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