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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Hotaru Kaze | Zone 00

[grindingthighs]

A2

He hadn't gone down easily. He remembered that. He'd woken to the sound of screeching tires, of needing to leave the car; how the smallest of them had been wiped out by pink gas. Them? Who was them? He tried to remember their faces. He couldn't.

But he recalled screaming. Screaming to take the fallen to safety. And while he could have fought, along side his companions, he knew he could protect them. Make them safe.

And...pain, to the back of his neck, limbs going slack. He knew that. And then...darkness.

And nothing more.

B1)

[So far, it's been a long, long day on the bus. But mostly, Hotaru doesn't mind. He has his collection of manga (which he has parceled up into various piles making it into a manga throne behind him). He reads them avidly, thinking of things that he might have done before the tour. Did he? Maybe he read this one...and his phone keeps pinging him about his twitter acount. He doesn't know how to turn it off. Good luck with that score with this technology inapt child.]

B2

There's been some weird going ons in the tour bus, that's true. Most of the time, he's been able to ignore it-everything from whispers to floating wine bottles. But it's when he goes to the front of the bus (they're out of the juice he likes) that he sees the keys turning into the initiation. To drive. No ones behind the wheel.

...that takes a moment before he dives for the keys.

"Who's trying to drive the bus?!"

No one told him about the invisible band member gimmick.

B1!

[chic]

[ Inept is a word.

And a lost cause are a few more.

See, Benten's been trying to relax off all this while—the couch by the window is a dream, and dozing off as the sunlight filters through the glass, bathing his skin in the warmth of its luxurious caress, would've been his crowning achievement of the day if not for that phone.

That horrific hunk of outdated technology and it's abhorrent slide-to-text keyboard is going to straight to hell, because each and every time Benten finds himself upon the precipice of wakefulness and beauty sleep, the damn thing buzzes and pings! and vibrates with updates and messages and alerts gone unanswered.

Is he cranky when he saunters up to that manga-collection throne? Most definitely. Does he know exactly what he's doing when he neatly slides right onto the crown prince's lap, taking a hold of Hotaru's chin with a wicked grip of forefinger and thumb? Of course. It is with nothing short of expert precision that Benten angles Hotaru's chin down, so that Mr. Oblivious might catch sight of his legs, the way his hotpants ride up his thighs. ]

I need a favor, Hotaru, and I'm certain that you'll oblige.

[ Something dangerous is about to happen, isn't it? ]

[grindingthighs]

[He would not be the first to mention it around the drummer; it was actually nicer than what some people would have said about him, once they saw past the scars and pecs.

But he didn't realize what a pain in the ass he was being. He had long, long since tuned out his pings; they'd keep until he finished his manga. Really, he didn't know why anyone would be talking to him and making jokes him and the like, but they do. But what he didn't realize was Benten's ire. Which was easy to make on the best of days.

What didn't occur to him was getting used as a seat. Hotaru felt himself start, and his gaze was brought up, nails pressing against his chin. Why is he looking at his thighs rather than his face...? His thighs are vertically perfect, but...blinking, Hotaru peered up through his hair. Danger what danger.]

Whatever you want, big sis.

[Some things never change. Even Benten can't distract this purity with his body for long. Too pure for this world.]

What do you need?