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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"Maybe I'll tell him I don't like it!" he says, as if trying to prove he isn't afraid of telling people what he thinks. Clearly, he does not. He is an independent guy who doesn't care what people think, and totally wasn't just freaking out about whether or not he should get frosted tips.

"I could do way cooler things with my hair if I wanted to. Like...put stripes in it, or something." Tiger, that is not remotely cool.

Pinkie shrugs, at least as well as she can from her position. That sounds like something he'd do. "I dunno. I think it'd be cool if you like...shaved the sides?" She presses in the sides of her own curls, leaving bits of pink escaping her fingers and one giant poof on the top. "You'd have a curlhawk!"

Is that a thing? She may have just made it up.

"Or you could dye it a COOL color," she says, releasing her hair again. "Like green! Or orange, tigers are orange!" And striped, yes.

Though he visibly recoils at the idea of having a 'curlhawk' (the idea of shaving any part of his hair has him reacting similarly) he seriously starts thinking about the 'cool colours' thing. Honestly, his gut instinct is that pink is already the best colour - but he doesn't want Pinkie to get the wrong idea about that.

He's probably have to ask his image consultant about changing his hair that much, and...and get his Manager's permission, too. Which he doesn't really want to do - they already spend enough time picking him over as it is.

He makes a face to himself, staring down at the floor.

"Whatever, they probably wouldn't even let me do something stupid like that. Marketing and stuff."

Pinkie grimaces as well. "Yeah. I guess." She hadn't thought of that, but only because her hair's already where she wants it. She'd probably get in trouble if she wanted to go to her natural color. Geez, even SHE'S not sure what that looks like anymore!

Her Manager's usually just on her to get out and get seen. Which is fine! She likes parties, y'know. Partying. Yep!

"I guess that's show biz." She doesn't sound terribly happy about it, but it's true. That's what they signed up for! And it's obviously working! They're famous and touring; they wouldn't wanna do anything to mess that up. "Your hair's cool now anyway. Curly's the most fun!"

He actually grins at that, though in a cheeky sort of way. If there is one thing Tiger is pretty confident in, it's that he's a babe. It's just a matter of best utilizing his arsenal, right? He's already got a big following, and deep down he just really wants to be what they want him to be.

"Exactly!" He swipes his hand through his curls for effect. "Why mess with perfection, amirite."

Pinkie giggles and snorts a little. It's so funny to watch Tiger puff up and strut around - he's just thirteen. That's still a kid! Some days, she kinda thinks he shouldn't even be here, but she'd never say as much. It's their dream, right? As long as they just keep at it, it'll all be okay in the end.

"Totally!" She shakes her head out, sending her own curls bouncing around. "You've got like, a winning formula!"

Probably because there's no way he should be. But, like everything, you can take that up with the Managers.

He's got a lot to live up to, alright! He's gotta be a heartthrob for boys and girls all over the place. And if there is one thing he's genuinely confident about, it's his appearance. Especially now that other people are more or less the boss of it for him.

"That's why we're the ones in the spotlight and everyone else is in the audience," he says with a certain authority, and then seems to bounce on her bed a little. "Man, I kind of want to jam, now..."

"Duuuuuuude, let's jam!" It's still early, early in the morning, but she's awake and going now. They can jam quietly! Pinkie sits up and swings her legs out of bed. "Let's jam and EAT jam! I could seriously go for some toast, or a bagel or something."

The phrase 'jam buds' immediately scrolls though Tiger's head for some reason, even though it's stupid and lame. What does that even mean? And it's not like they're really...buds, or anything. Are they? Oh, geez.

Still, he gets up with a sense of purpose and strides into the living area with a sense of purpose.

"You can have whatever kind of jam you want, babe," he says, in a way that is intrinsically hammy, but he probably means seriously? This kid.

Pinkie rocks to her feet, a little more unsteadily, and follows. "I think we've just got strawberry. Lemme see!"

She opens the minifridge, leaning over to peer inside. There's not a whole lot of food in there. It's not like they do a lot of cooking - even if the bus had a real kitchen, they're way too busy for stuff like that! They can afford to eat out a lot. Breakfast is a pretty basic thing to make though, so there's always a little of that. "Do you want anything?"

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