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

[tigermillionaire]

[He doesn't. Instead, he just continues to lay there, giving his guitar a single, very brooding, strum. What are you saying? He can't hear you. Too busy being intense.]

[twoscompany]

[...Right. That did it. She leaves, momentarily, than returns with a giant pile of Coke cans. One not from the kitchen, mind you, which she proceed to throw on top of Tiger.]

[tigermillionaire]

[Wow, that is just so rude? He can't even believe how rude that was. It startles him as it was totally unexpected, and he sits up with a jolt, the strings of his guitar rattling with the movement. His sunglasses and headphones fall askew as he yelps.]

What the heck?!

[He immediately bristles.]

Hey, do you mind? I'm doing something here!

[twoscompany]

I do.

[She bristles back.]

These cans? They are all yours. All of them from the past three days. I've collected them all so you can clean them.

[Because if there's one thing Garnet hates, its having her tour bus be a mess. And Tiger's been making nothing but messes!]

[tigermillionaire]

[His messes have always been someone else's problem, and touring hasn't changed that mentality. He's not a totally clean person by nature, mostly because he's ostensibly thirteen, but he's been even more scattered than usual lately.

Instead of acknowledging her demands, he just grabs his headphones and presses them to his ears again. She's the last person he wants to deal with right now, while he's trying to keep this trite jingle of a song out of his head. It's making it impossible to jam.]

Leave me alone.

[He hunched forward, hugging his guitar and focusing on his music. The moping is intense.]

[twoscompany]

[She can tell. She's seen the changes in him. And frankly, she's tired of this brat's attitude.

She walks behind him, as if to leave, taking several steps before, without warning, she turns on her heels and grabs for Steven's earphones.

She's not leaving. Not until she gives this kid a proper attitude adjustment.]

[tigermillionaire]

Hey!

[She gets the earphones before he can even try to snatch them back, and since they are wireless there isn't even a chord to grab. His sunglasses fall down again in his haste to stand up, and he discards them to the floor.]

Give those back! They're mine!

[twoscompany]

[One advantage to being 7 feet tall: you can hold something up really high and pretty much anyone shorter than you has no chance of snatching it away.]

Not until you clean your mess up! I don't know what crawled up your backside lately, but this is my tour bus! You follow my rules! And while you may do so, I don't live in a barn like a lazy pig!

So get recycling and pick up your cans, or you won't get these [Shakes the headphones] back! Got it?

[tigermillionaire]

[In a moment of pure frustration, he awkwardly baps her leg with his fist, since that's mostly what he can reach. It doesn't really do anything. He immediately feels regret.

Sinking at the shoulders, he winces, and reluctantly relents.]

I...I'm sorry.

[He pulls back and makes like he's going to pick up cans, warily glancing at her like he's worried about her retaliating. Yeesh, she's sort of scary.]

[twoscompany]

[She doesn't move. She's not going to retaliate, as tempting as it is because you little piece of--but she is going to watch him. She's not going to leave.

Stare.

Better get cracking.]

[tigermillionaire]

[If she's planning on hanging around, Tiger is planning on giving her a wide girth. He doesn't really want to mess with this chick, and he also doesn't really feel like arguing anymore. Mostly, he's just trying really hard to ignore the music he can hear as clearly as something being performed right in the room, so much louder now that the headphones are gone.

That discomfort shows on his face as he sluggishly moves around and tries to pick up cans, both humiliated and increasingly stressed by what he's hearing. This isn't normal, right? This is the kind of things a crazy person hears.

At some point he settles down like he's going to grab some cans off the floor, but then he just doesn't get up, pressing his hands over his ears and closing his eyes. The worst part is how it sounds like his own voice, except...maybe happier.]

[twoscompany]

[There's a few moments, as Garnet watches. It seems, at first, its just teenage annoyance at the idea of having to pick up after oneself! Blasphemy!!

...As time goes by, however, she can tell something's wrong. Really, really wrong. He almost looks like he's in pain. Then he just...drops into a fetal position.

...Could it be...

Slowly, the woman bent down towards Steven's level. Putting the earphones up high, just in case.]

This isn't about cleaning, is it.

[Hopefully, the brat can hear her.]

[tigermillionaire]

[Oh come on, he's not that big of a jerk! Or maybe he just hadn't thought of tricking her like that, yet. But, nah, he's not really about appearing vulnerable, even if its for his benefit, which is why he is very reluctant to cash in on any kind of pity she might be offering.]

It's none of your business!

['I'm hearing voices that aren't there' isn't really something he can convince his brain to say. But he can't keep himself from tearing up, and he fumbles to put his sunglasses back on.]

Just...give me my headphones back and I'll do the rest, okay?

[twoscompany]

[A long, long silence, as she looks him over, up and down, before finally standing up and grabbing his headphones - and a box of tissues.

She gives offers the tissues first.]

You hear it too, don't you?

[tigermillionaire]

[He...what. 'Hear it too'? The idea that anyone else might be experiencing this was totally beyond him. He ignore the tissues in favor of staring at her incredulously. He pauses for a moment, and then sniffles.]

Hear what?

[twoscompany]

[Seriously, Tiger, you're practically telegraphing denial.]

The song.

[tigermillionaire]

[The look he gives her is almost offended - and then earnestly sort of scared.]

No.

[He looks away. It's too fast an answer for a question like that. But his mind is demanding that he not get into this, like it's not worth discussing. Like if he does, he's going to ruin everything he has.]

[twoscompany]

Are you sure?

[She simply looks at him. Of course - given who this is - its always hard to tell what she's actually thinking, or feeling, especially towards kids. Ugh. Kids.]

I won't tell anyone, if you hear it also. You're not the only one, after all. It can be our secret. The managers don't need to worry about it.

[tigermillionaire]

[He's quiet for a few long moments, still hunkered down over a small pile of cans and thinking deeply. His willingness to speak comes very slowly and reluctantly, but it comes.]

What...do you hear?

[If it's the same thing...well, maybe that means something.]

[twoscompany]

[Well, at least he didn't call her crazy.]

A song. There's voices on it. One of them sounds like me. And one of them...one of them sounds like...

[She trails off at this. One of the voices, happy, young, male, unlike the other voices, that were female-and it almost sounded like--]

Someone's playing the guitar. It's a happy tune.

[tigermillionaire]

[It sounds way too similar, and he doesn't know how to react to that. His expression gives it away, thought...even with his sunglasses on, you can clear see the way his mouth falls slightly open in dread, and his eyebrows lift.

He looks away from her again and tenses so hard it sends a shiver through his body. He doesn't even like this person. How is he supposed to talk about this?]

Yeah. Kind of like that.

[He knows its his voice. How could he not?]

[twoscompany]

[...Oh.]

Like I said...you're not alone.

[And that frightens her. Why...why is that voice like...like his? Had they worked together before? And didn't remember those happy moments that seem both inviting and repulsive?

How?]