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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Ryoko Hakubi | Tenchi Muyo!

[demonspacepirate]

A2

You'll never take me alive! [ Masked men? Ha! Masked targets more like! Each one in the area with their gas or their nets got another bolt of energy right to the forehead- at this point it was like shooting fish in a barrel. High above, floating and dodging whatever they tossed at her's Ryoko, all but lounging as she floats further from them and closer to the nearest corner. ]

Come ON I know you can do better than that! I'm starting to get bored. Bring out the big guns!

[ A beat, and she peers down. ]

You better scram if you don't wanna get in my way.

B1

Who drank all the sake! I had DIBS! [ The empty bottle gets thrown over her shoulder while she digs through the minibar. Sure there's vodka and rum and whiskey but none of it tasted right to her. It had to be sake.

Besides. She had called dibs. ]

You better have another bottle somewhere or I'm gonna kick your ass!

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

[The by-now-familiar sound of a bottle bouncing off a particularly thick skull is the only warning she gets before a bare foot plants itself on her rear. Not hard, Jecht didn't much go for actually kicking girls. (Well, sometimes Ryoko was an exception, but only when she was really riled up. Girl had some fire in her, he had to admit.) Just enough to shove her into the fridge.]

How 'bout you get a better look before you bean someone that it'll actually hurt!

[...Jecht likes Ryoko, honestly. This is sort of the equivalent of pulling on her pigtails.]

[demonspacepirate]

[ Not many people have the balls to shove her around, so when a foot punts her deeper into the fridge? She knows it's Jecht. Ass. But- not a boring ass. Just a regular ole punk ass like her. She can appreciate that. Even if it bumps her head up against the top when he nudges her in and dents her spikes. That's gonna take someone forever to fix! Damnit. ]

How 'bout you learn to dodge, huh? [ She leans back out, shutting the fridge with a roll of her eyes. ] Some people can use a bottle to the head anyway.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Hey, if you could dodge things you didn't see coming, you would've moved that ass of yours. [The two of them seem to share a mutual love of the word 'ass' -- just one more thing to bond over.] 'Sides, what if you hit someone who was using their head instead of me?

[demonspacepirate]

If you spent more time paying attention and less time drinking my sake- [ It was just as likely to be anyone else, but he was here to blame. Besides. it'd keep her from getting really pissed at someone else later. Play fighting is easier. ] maybe I wouldn't have hit you. Duh.

What, like Peridip at the back of the bus? Ugh. She could take a few more concussions.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

I'll get back to you on that when I actually take up drinking. [Weirdass thing, but Jecht never touched the stuff. Didn't need it to have fun, claimed he didn't like the taste of it. That's a lie, he likes the taste just fine, but something about staying sober is important to him.]

[Couldn't tell you why. Maybe a promise he forgot.]

Hey, leave the girl alone. Stick to pickin' on someone your own size!

[demonspacepirate]

Right, right. Sober rockers rock harder, yeah?

[ Anyone else? She'd call bullshit. Jecht? She'll buy. She's seen his shows anyway, god damn. Looks like it's soda for her.

Not like she wants approval or anything but she does try to not drink around him. Try! Not always manage, but she does try. ]

That little bitch swings twice was hard as a roadie double her size. It's a fair fight, trust me.

B1

[yellowcopycat]

[Ryouta dodged out the way and held up his guitar like a shield - Ryoko scared him. A lot.]

You know it wasn't me! I'm not old enough to drink!

B1

[demonspacepirate]

Like that'd stop half of you jackasses. [ Sigh. Big, huge, annoyed sigh. ] That was the good bottle too! I'm gonna have to kiss ass to get one half as nice.

Or not break someone's nose for a week.

[ a beat. ]

I didn't break your nose, did I?

[yellowcopycat]

[Ryouta lowers his guitar and shakes his head] No, not this time, Ryokocchi.

[Ryouta had this annoying habit of adding 'cchi' to the end of people's names if he respected or liked them. Which meant everyone in the band got it added to their names.]

You're right it wouldn't stop some of us... [He wasn't straightedge, because he had taken a drink or two when he thought he could get away with it, but mostly because he liked the idea of being a role model. And the fact he felt like he would be disappointing... someone. His mother maybe? if he drank too much] But I swear it wasn't me!

[He began to strum on his guitar, strumming chords together easily] I'm sure a little ass kissing won't hurt too much.

[demonspacepirate]

Good. [ Because of wanting the sake. Not cuz she liked him. Even if he was sort of adorable in a kid brother kind of way. ] Fine. You get to live.

[ She pulls out a bottle of beer instead, twisting off the top and slamming the fridge behind her. ]

For now.

I have a reputation to keep, you know? I can't just play nice whenever they want.

[yellowcopycat]

[Ryouta gulped, and nodded] Right, right.

[He began to play a little bit more seriously, the starting chords to one of the band's songs. Ryouta was mainly vocals and was the secondary guitarist, but he made sure to know both first and second parts just in case something happened.]

Maybe before our next concert you can sneak off and buy some?

[demonspacepirate]

[ She wouldn't ACTUALLY kill one of her bandmates, well. Not on purpose. Usually when they end up in the hospital it's not really her fault. Accidents happen!

Besides.

Ryouta's a decent guitarist. Those are a bitch to replace. ]

If you cover for me, and you will, yep!

B1.

[nonchere]

[ She was trying to relax. Why Celeste had to occupy the same space with this... woman, was beyond her. She could feel her blood pressure rising and, taking a very sharp breath from her nose, the blond opened her mouth to speak, coolly. ]

I believe you may have a problem, Ryoko.

[ It was hard to look like she didn't care, especially when the bottle went flying. Another breath, and yet another test of her ever dwindling patience. ]

Did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe, you could have drank it all yourself, and simply not remember? It wouldn't be the first time.

B1.

[demonspacepirate]

[ Oh. Fantastic. Little miss ice queen has deigned to offer her opinion. That is EXACTLY what Ryoko needs when she's trying to be less sober.

For fuck's sake. ]

Not possible, Celeste. [ Did she drawl enough to add an extra syllable? She sure dead. ] I don't leave empty bottles in the mini fridge. They go in the ammo bag for our stage shows.

B1. (I s2g I feel like I'm playing Ayeka rn xD)

[nonchere]

[ Ryoko should feel honored that Celeste felt it necessary to give her opinion. She could have left her alone to continue doing... whatever it was she was doing.

Disturbing the peace, let's go with that.

Turning the page of her book, she cast a glance at the woman. ]

Oh? I guess that would explain your fans, then. Too many bottles to the head, I'm surprised they have any common sense left.

B1. (oh good i need a foil for ryoko to really shine)

[demonspacepirate]

[ Ugh, no sake. Fine. She'll have some of this vodka instead. Bottle liberated and top screwed off with a little more force than is strictly required, Ryoko hops up onto the counter to take a swig.

It's...alright. ]

I'm sorry, which one of us has sold out shows for the next month? Oh, right. Not you. Buzz off, buzzkill. I'm trying to work here.

B1.

[nonchere]

[ That thing about cold as ice? Meant that it was much harder to break through that chilly front of hers. While Ryoko might have struck a nerve, she would never know. ]

Because you chose small, shoddy venues. Quantity doesn't account for quality, you know.

B1.

[demonspacepirate]

Not everyone thinks quality entertainment should be overpriced and inaccessible. [ Insert eyeroll here. ] Try being a little less elitist, yeah?

[ sometimes having sjw fans pays out in buzzwords and shit. Who knew? ]

A2

[wickhead]

[ The man below her looks... pretty calm, all things considered. A little ruffled from having to run around so much, but for the time being he's standing in place almost directly beneath her, resting his weight on what seems to be a cane as he lights up a cigar. ]

Well, sweetheart, the way I see it I have two choices. I stay here - [ He taps the ground once with his cane ] - or...

[ He lifts it now, to point at the next wave of masked men headed their way. ]

... I end up with them. You're doing a swell job of keeping them at bay so far, by the way. I tip my hat to you.

[ ... he literally does exactly that. After all, the more fighting she does for him the less he has to bother doing himself. Kind of like staying near a bug zapper. Pretty much exactly like staying near a bug zapper. ]

A2

[demonspacepirate]

[ Oh great. Another round of the same nets and guns. She's seriously getting bored. ]

Maybe If I throw you at them they'll do something different.

[ Repetitive fighting is so dull. Even if she can't summon demons for some bizarre reason, she's more than able to shoot their arrows out of the sky and send on another blast of energy to clear the hall. ]

I don't work for free, sparky, so pony up some cash if you wanna stay here.

[wickhead]

Sparky? Cute, but I don't think it'll stick.

[ A short pause, as he puffs out a bit of smoke from his cigar. He's acting pretty nonchalant about all this, but in reality there are way too many questions and not nearly enough answers. Being on the run isn't a problem - he's a professional criminal, that comes with the job - but this whole situation doesn't make a lot of sense to him. ]

Please. The more energy you waste on dealing with me, the less you'll have for them. You're bound to get tired sooner or later, right? So less talky, more zappy, if you'd be so kind.

[demonspacepirate]

How about meatshield, huh?

[ She drops down to his level with a grunt, she really shouldn't feel so heavy. So solid. Something isn't right. They're far from surrounded and she could really just bail and leave this jackass to his own devices.

But she was getting tired. Time for him to pull his own weight. ]

You take this round. [ She reaches out to pat his shoulder 'tagging' him in. ] Then we'll talk.

[wickhead]

[ He spares a lazy glance over his shoulder - partly to shoot her an overly exasperated sigh, partly to make sure she wasn't actually about to throw him at them like she'd suggested earlier. Having his back to a stranger doesn't feel good at all, but it's either have his back to her or have his back to them.

He twirls his cane with a shrug. He picks her, it seems. ]

Yes, dear.

[ And then the cane stops twirling, pointed towards the space men - and a tiny little crosshair pops up on the end of the stick. Yes, it's also a gun, and without further ado he begins firing explosive blasts of brightly colored something at them. Almost looks like fireworks, really. Festive, even! ]

I don't suppose you've done anything to warrant all this attention?

[demonspacepirate]

[ A cane.


That's also a gun.

Washu would get a kick out of that. Washu is also probably why she's here in the first place, so she squashes that thought with extreme prejudice. While he works his round over with admirable precision, she pulls her legs up to float, cross-legged, mid air.

It shouldn't be so hard to do.

What the hell? ]

For once? Naw. They just started shooting.