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TEST DRIVE MEME: THE SELF TITLED ALBUM
☆WELCOME TO INTERSTELLARAnd 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 SEARCHThese 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 BUSBy 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?☆HELPFUL INFO► Follow the mod plurk for updates:interstellar5555
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Kise Ryouta | Kuroko no Basuke
[Ryouta was humming to himself as the bus drove down the winding road. Alternatively looking out the window or looking at his twitter account. Ah, the life of a musician. It was fun, if exhausting. Still, there was nothing more Ryouta liked than singing and dancing before an audience. He always made sure to pour 100% into his performances and hoped the crowd enjoyed it
He began to read the twitter comments about the latest performance and was dismayed to see comments like #Ryouta can suck my dick and #Ryouta singing is similar to having a cat shirk at you, but at least he can shake that ass]
How mean! I can't believe so many people would say such mean things!
B-2/3
[Ryouta wasn't a particularly brave soul, so when the bus' hauntedness got too much for him he took to hiding in the bathroom.]
NO! I'm not coming out! This place is haunted! We need a new bus!
[He might be crying. Still, there's something familiar about what's going on...a phantom member of the band? No, that's stupid.]
B-2/3
If you don't get out of the bathroom, I'm breaking down this fucking door!
[There's a harder thud against the door this time. Maybe a bit like someone kicking the door this time?]
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[You're only giving him ideas. She doesn't scare him as much as a possible ghost does]
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The bus isn't haunted you idiot! Ghosts aren't real!
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[He's not crying now. He's a bit angry.]
Give me an explanation for that and I'll come out.
B-1
He glances down at his own tablet and checks a few of the comments himself, arching one eyebrow. "But your singing did kinda sound like 'the dying screams of a tortured warthog passing mercifully into death.'"
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He stuck out his tongue and then drapped himself over the back of seat to really look at his bandmate. "How long are you going to stay as Eaglecchi?"
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He rolls his eyes at the tongue-sticking-out and shrugs at the next question. "As long as I wanna. What's it matter to you?"
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"Anyways, let's see what they say about Eaglecchi." He picked the tablet and began to search the hashtag.
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At Ryouta's comment he lazily reclaimed the tablet he'd discarded and scrolled through his hashtag. "Why bother? Y'know it's all gonna just be stuff about how awesome I am. '#wildeagle is a golden god of bass'. Mhm. True. '#wildeagle iz da best', seventy billion exclamation points. Nonspecific, but factual.
"See, they love me." He grinned languidly at his bandmate.
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Ryouta gave a shrug. "Not everyone loves you either, I guess. And anyways, I like Jamie. He's nice."
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Also he wasn't entirely sure whether to be horrified or titillated by that "heaven in my dreams" comment.
"And what's the big deal about nice? Look, who'd you rather have in a band, somebody who's just nice or someone with actual talent?" Eagle was less angry than he probably sounded, honestly, and awaited Ryouta's response with a frank stare.
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He sighed and began to scroll through twitter again. "You sure changed your tune quick when they started talking smack about you."
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"My point stands, bro: people are dicks. Betcha the same internet tough guys who compared your singing to a dying cat and shit all over my impeccable bass skills," he added, with bluster calculated to induce an eyeroll or two, "are gonna be waiting in line to scream their lungs out on our next tour. Hell, maybe even at the next show. As long as the bucks keep rolling in, who cares what they think about how we actually play?"
That was what being a rock star was all about, right?
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He continued to scroll through the tweets, smiling when he saw some really nice ones.