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

B1

[unrefinedhammer]

[This had gone on for too long.

Way too long. And, after hours of wandering through his world in Minecraft on his mobile, killing skeletons and swearing whenever a creeper ruined his base for the umpteenth time since he had spawned there, the silence -- and all of the paper -- was becoming unbearable. Bored, Kouha resorted to the most entertaining thing around:

Peering over Kouen's shoulder and braiding the frontman's hair.

Warning? No, there had been none, unless the grumbling and the fallen stacks of books amount for anything.]

[goateeocracy]

Kouha...

[It wasn't exactly a warning. Not exactly. It was, in many ways, the human equivalent of the token snarl delivered by a very large, very patient dog to a tiny, pesky kitten in many a popular internet video. Kouen was willing to accept a surprising amount of abuse from Kouha, but that tolerance didn't extend to mistreatment of his research materials.]

Pick the books up.

[unrefinedhammer]

Eeehhhhhhh????

[Kouha whined, still abusing Kouen's poor fringe, twisting locks into braids with his callused, nimble fingers.]

Its all laying everywhere doing nothing anyway, 'En. Seriously...my bed's neater than all this!

[goateeocracy]

[What passed for one of Kouen's eyebrows twitched and he turned his head just enough to dodge the formation of the next little braid. This was a familiar fight (strangely familiar, actually), and he had no intention of backing down from it.]

Pick up the books, Kouha.

[It really wasn't any different from what he said before, but this time it was clearly an order.]

[unrefinedhammer]

[Kouha retaliated by sticking his tongue out.]

What if I said 'no'?

[It was a game now, one that he was determined to win. Had he been more of a thinking type, he would have noticed the odd familiarity as well, but introspection wasn't one of his fortes. Having fun took priority over everything else.

Besides. Now he wanted to see if he could change Kouen's expression.]

[goateeocracy]

[If this was anyone other than someone in his band, he would be ripping them a new one right about now. Not only did he have to repeat himself, but repeating himself didn't work. That would be absolutely unacceptable under any other conditions and, honestly, he wasn't too thrilled with it under these conditions, either. It was enough to get him to turn his head and glare directly at Kouha.]

Then you'd be wasting even more time you could be using to pick up my books.

[That was the truly frustrating part about all this. It would take less time to do what he asked than it would to argue with him about it. If it weren't for the fact that picking them up himself would just encourage Kouha to do more stupid things like this in the future, he would have done it already. As it was, he wasn't budging.]

[unrefinedhammer]

[Unfortunately, Kouha wasn't going to budge either. Budging would mean declaring defeat, and for some reason he just couldn't accept that in this instance.]

Then I guess they're gonna stay on the flooooorrr~

[He drawled playfully, a childish, sing-song lilt to his tone. Instead of getting up and moving, he flopped over in his space and rolled over like a lazy, asshole cat. The grin on his face was that of one who dared to knock the last glass in the house onto the floor.]

[goateeocracy]

[And this was the point where he had to consider whether it was worth wasting more of his precious time on this or just picking the damn books up. This sort of thinking wasn't really his forte and what he really wanted to do was shove Kouha off the couch and be done with it, but he knew full well that things would only escalate from there. It seemed like there should be some sort of buffer, someone he could pawn Kouha off onto so he didn't have to deal with this, but...

Well, that was a strange thing to think, really. No one else wanted to deal with Kouha.]

What do you want, Kouha?

[If the answer is "nothing," he really is going to shove him off the couch.]

[unrefinedhammer]

Nothing~ ♥

[He continued in the same sing-song tone, taking childish pleasure in getting 'En riled up like this. The front man was way too serious all the time--and Kouha didn't think that such seriousness completely suited him. Though he couldn't pinpoint where he got his suspicion from, somehow he knew that the cool headed, oddly charismatic man had a soft spot somewhere.

It was his job to find it.]

[goateeocracy]

[If nothing else, Kouen was a man of his word, even if it was just a promise made to himself. He set aside his tablet and phone, turned, and unceremoniously shoved Kouha off the couch.]

Get the books while you're down there.

[He glared down at him, just daring him to pull more of his cutesy bullshit.]

[unrefinedhammer]

[Kouha stuck his tongue out and unceremoniously blew a raspberry at the older man before rolling over and gathering the books into a pile.]

Heeeeeeeeehhh. You're no fun~

[Except, there was a light of mischief in his eyes that Kouen should be more than afraid of...]

[goateeocracy]

No, I'm not.

[Kouen picked his tablet back up and leaned back on the couch again, though he kept one eye on Kouha the whole time. There was more coming, no doubt, because Kouha didn't know how to quit even when it was probably in his best interests to do so and Kouen wasn't foolish enough to think that he'd successfully intimidated him into submission. No, something else was coming and it was probably going to be just as much of a headache as the rest of this. Goddamn nuisance. It was totally obvious that Kouen had work to do, so why wouldn't anyone ever let him get it done in peace?]

[unrefinedhammer]

[Because Kouen was far too serious-- and far too young to have such a stern look on his face. He was going to start getting wrinkles early at this rate, and what would their managers say to that?

It was Kouha's job to prevent that from happening.

And Kouen was right to stay on alert around the wisp of a young man-- within moments a book was sent flying almost without warning. Aimed straight for Kouen's grumpy face!]

[goateeocracy]

[At least he manages to bat it out of the way before it hits him straight in the face, but he's irritated at himself that he couldn't catch it.]

DAMMIT, KOUHA!

[He tosses everything aside carelessly this time and rockets off the couch to kick Kouha in the shin.]

Knock it the fuck off!

[unrefinedhammer]

[And Kouha burst out in raucous laughter the moment Kouen exploded-- and continued laughing through the needlessly violent kick, even through his yelps of surprise and pain.]

NEVER!!

[he gasped out the threat, flashing Kouen a wild grin, and threw himself bodily upon the legs of his frontman.

Childish? Yes. Entertaining? Also yes.]

[goateeocracy]

Get off!

[Kouen smacked him on the head and tried to tug his legs free.]

How old are you? Three? Let me go!

[How the hell did he get himself into this situation? Why the hell did he put up with Kouha at all?]

[unrefinedhammer]

[Because Kouha was the charming one-- and a leech.

He clung to Kouen's leg with all of the startling strength in his slender arms, laughing hysterically even while his elder smacked him atop the head and knocked his hat astray.]

NEVER! You know you need this!!

[goateeocracy]

I need this like I need a hole in the head. GET OFF.

[He tried prying Kouha's arms off his legs. If he could get them loose, he was going to pick him up and...something. Obviously not throw him off the bus, but he was fairy certain he could come up with an acceptable solution to the issue that didn't involve homicide. Probably. He was very well read and probably over-educated for the field he'd found himself in, but that didn't mean his preferred problem-solving method had to be anything more sophisticated than "hit it until it works better."]