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☆RESCUER TEST DRIVE: DIGITAL LOVE

☆WELCOME RESCUERS

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Welcome to Interstellar's first ever RESCUER TDM! A part of the Interstellar plot that has just opened up, this covers the entrance of those recruited by the lone space pilot Shep to join him on a mission to the planet Terra to rescue those held captive by Pride Records and Virgo Entertainment. Rescuers will not suffer any memory loss and will enter the game as they are, in contrast to the memory loss/force humanization of the musician half. Powers will be nerfed to a certain degree upon entering the game fully, but during recruitment they will remain at full power.

☆A DREAM ABOUT YOU
These prompts are designed to be game canon, for both rescuers and musicians both new and already in game. For those in game, they will start occurring around New Years in the form of dreams. The dreams will be very clear while happening, but after waking, they will swiftly fade away into something barely remembered. For rescuers, these dreams will occur very shortly before they are approached by Shep or other already recruited rebels to join the rescue squad and go save the people being held captive in Vista City. Rescuers will remember these dreams as clearly as something that actually happened in real life.

Both of these prompts take place in the dreamscape, ostensibly, and the surrounding will appear as whatever fits those taking part in a scene. It can shift and change as a thread goes along, as well, and may resemble things from a captive's home, the game setting, or anything else appropriate.

►A1) FOR THE CAPTURED: The kidnapped musicians of Vista City will dream of being themselves - in a way more true than they have been for months now. They'll dream of themselves as they're meant to be, in physical form and manner of dress, and their personality will align more easily with their true nature, even as the confusing influences of their programming nag at their mind. It could alarm them, or it could feel somehow natural. Either way, their memories will still be gone, except for what they've recovered - but they feel somehow much closer to reach, like they may break through if only given the chance to dig just about deeper. They may dream of home, they may dream of Vista, but either way...when the morning comes, their memories of this experience will be all but wiped away. Including the memories of the strangers that promised that they would find them and take them home.

►A2) FOR THE RESCUERS: The dream is the first sign of something being wrong. You'll find yourself somewhere else - either a scene from your home, or someone else's, or an alien world you've never seen. In this dream, you'll find a person. Perhaps it's someone you recognize, someone you love dearly, but that doesn't remember you. Maybe it's a stranger, lost, confused, and desperate for help. Either way, you find yourself reaching out to them - but outside of this dream, you are helpless to save them. The dream will fade but stay with you in your memory, and may be a key component in you choosing to believe and join the other rescuers when they come to your door. Something has been taken, and you will take it back.

☆MAKE THESE DREAMS COME TRUE
These prompts are design to be kept as game canon after acceptance, and can be used as the official story of how your character entered the game. Importantly, the technology used to enter 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 encountered multiple ways, or going in more than one direction, before the timeline settled on a final path.

►B1) JUST SAY YES: Soon after these dreams, rescuers will find themselves in a strange situation. Time will abruptly stop for every part of the world except for them, and fade into a ghostly vision of its former self - just in time for them to be approached by some mysterious strangers. Whether your rescuer chooses to run, fight, or talk, eventually they'll be told the truth - people of the multiverse have been captured and taken to a universe far away to be harvested for their souls...in the form of forcing them to becoming rock stars. You heard it here first, folks.

The people recruiting you will mostly be other player rescuers that have already been recruited (regardless of whether or not that's been threaded out - you can assume your guy got recruited by someone if you want to recruit OTHER people.) The pilot and owner of the space ship doing this appears to be a blue man named Shep. He's the guy that's apparently in charge of this whole thing, but he's so busy with the dimension hopping that he's kind of hard to find and talk to. He presumably recruited some of the first members personally, but things have been sort of getting more complicated since then.

►B2) INTERSTELLAR DISCO: After you've agreed to come for whatever reason - to save you lover, friend, some guy, whatever - you're be taken upon the guitar shaped spaceship to wait out the tide of the temporal distortions picking you up has caused. It's a long journey back to Vista City, and you've got plenty of new comrades to get to know. This mission could take a while, so you better get comfy. You're in for the long haul now.

NOTE: If you want to see the interior of the spaceship (or if you want to see Shep dance) watch the music video posted up top. It's going to be a fair bit bigger in Interstellar to accommodate the big crew, but the essence is there.

☆HELPFUL INFO
► Follow the mod plurk for updates: interstellar5555
► Check out the game NAVIGATION
► Check out the MUSICIAN TDM
► Reserves open on January 2nd at 12:01AM EDT
► Applications open on January 11th at 12:01AM EDT

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Ah...no, it's not a dream. Muse is real.

[Now Nozomi finally smiles, reaching out a hand. She's becoming more and more aware that something's wrong. Maki wouldn't ever act like that. And the hands on her head are an indication.]

And Muse needs you, Maki-chan. It's not Muse without all nine members.

[Her hand hovers just within Maki's reach, not taking it just yet.]

Something's stopping you from remembering, isn't it? I know you wouldn't forget about us.

He hadn't even meant it as a jab so much as a practical instruction - he's not the most sensitive person, especially when he's distracted. The sense of wariness about Frisk's identity isn't helping either. He's got two very different flavors of memory about them and they are pulling him in radically different directions. What has him most on edge is that he doesn't know what to expect. If they were a friend he could deal with it, or if they were an enemy, that would be fine. The fact that he doesn't know which instinct to follow makes him more agitated than straight up hating them would.

Being told you lived somewhere you don't remember isn't exactly easy to swallow either. The growing sense of anxiety that comes with knowing that something very bad has happened but none of the specifics.

"And I usually look like this, huh?" he prompts, with an edge of disbelief. Everything in his rationale human mind is arguing against it. "A skeleton, I mean. The part where I have no skin..." He looks at his hand and flexes his fingers like they're a novelty to him. "You said something about monsters."

[The change made Suga looked around for a towel or some water nearby that he could give him. He remembered that name and their match. However, he couldn't think about that now with the way that Oikawa had such a reaction to him. Suga quickly saw some water and a towel out the corner of his eye. He ran over to get it and eased over to Oikawa.]

Here's a towel and some water. Do you need to sit down? We can go back to the gym if you need to.

[The sudden change startled him, but he recovered fast enough. It was from years of being prepared for any type of injuries on the court. He hoped he could do something to help him.]

J doesn't respond - he can hear the distraction creeping into Bone Man's tune, and he doesn't want to disrupt that with chit-chat. Priorities, after all.

Turns out that's a good decision - distraction leads to recognition, and the tune rolls on, the strongest J's heard it since he got here. Bone Man's back is turned to him, and he makes a split-second decision, quitting the finger tapping and breaking into soft-shoe without missing a beat. It wasn't going to have the same enthusiasm or effect as a full-on mission, but it definitely has more power than finger tapping, and he's going to use it as best he can to keep supporting and fixing up that tune.

And if Bone Man even starts looking like he's going to turn around, he'll find J exactly where he left him, completely still, quietly tapping his fingers. J can turn on casual in the blink of an eye - evidently it's a talent he's gonna need here.

[She hated singing, in fact. It wasn't her. She could do it, and did in this false life...but singing was not Rei's thing.Something about this still seemed off though, because this person...she needed to know who she was.

The statement and quick change startles her though and she fumbles for words.]

Oh? Um. Then what's your favorite one of our songs?

[Jack straightens up from his bow and takes the chance to get a better look at the girl he'd just about run into. She seems quite young for such an undertaking, only a child. It's concerning but she must have her reasons and there are many young people here. He'll just have to try to watch out for them when the battle begins, he decides.]

I do. [He nods his head again before turning to stare intently at the stars just outside the window.] It is good to enjoy a moment of peace, though I fear it will not last long.

The kid's more right than he even knows. Something inside J twists horribly at the realization: the kid's damaged, badly, and he knows it, and it's so far outside of J's ability to fix right now that he's not sure he even knows where to start. It's mission failure before the mission even began, and if J feels awful about it, that can't even start to compare to how the kid feels.

"Could be," he manages. "Can't say I know for sure." It's an out and out lie, but he's been covering his music sense for so many years that it sells easily. "But if it was...I guess you gotta keep hopin' it'll be that way again. Hold on to that feeling, an' maybe it will."

Ranka can be found alone for a moment, gazing out the window, wondering if any of her friends or loved ones have been taken. Maybe Sheryl... Maybe Alto... She'd never forgive herself if she didn't accept this mission.

Nozomi's words don't quite ring true the way they ought to. Ranka's been there, done that, and probably wore the t-shirt during one of her own concerts.

"Forcing people to use their songs like that..." she looks solemnly at her fellow rescuer, agreeing with what she assumes is the surreal part of it all. "It's awful, isn't it?"

[J just shrugs and leans against the elevator wall. No big deal.]

[He can hear something creeping into the tune, something less than happy. Normally that's something he'd try to lift, a mood he'd try to improve, but there's nothing he can do with the tune as fractured as it is; plus, much as he doesn't like the negativity, it's truer to the tune than the breaks, and he can't touch that. Repairs first; everything else is secondary.]

[Of course, the panic setting in doesn't help either.]

Can't say I know who Virgo is, so no. Call me J.

Tiger doesn't look at J as he answers, instead he just keeps staring at that empty room, feeling hollowed out inside. He reaches out his hand to nothing, and then drops it.

"I can't get away from it," he says, and hope is something that feels like it's been taken away from him entirely. "They're...They're gonna hurt me. When they find out I'm...that I remember..."

He wraps his arms around himself.

"I told them that I felt like that and they...they did something scary to me, and...I still can't..." He clutches his hands to his head, shuddering. "I really messed up. I keep messing up..."

A2)

Dreams are nothing new to Kirby. He was a resident in Dreamland after all, dreams were really important there. This particular dream was rather more unusual than he was used to though.

He was standing in front of the Fountain of Dreams staring at the rainbow colored water and the star rod perched at the very top. Something about the scene felt vividly real, as if he actually were standing in that place.

"Poyo..." The little pink puff breathed. He couldn't help it. This place was always so pretty. He looked around, taking in the faintly glowing rainbow surroundings and the clear starry sky. "What am I doing here, poyo?"

The fountain was the source of all the dreams in Popstar, so dreaming about the fountain itself was usually pretty significant. Did the fountain want to show him something?

As Kirby glances around, he suddenly hears footsteps approaching from behind. He turns around. "Poyo? Is someone there?"

B1)

Kirby had actually almost forgotten about that dream. He was just going about his day as usual, wandering Green Greens in search of food. He'd just gotten done gathering together a pile at least ten times bigger than he was of a large variety of food and was about to eat it all in one go when time stopped and the colors around him faded.

The little puff got up and glanced around, more confused than anything else. Why was everything all weird all of a sudden? "Hey, who did that, poyo?"

B2)

Once the other rescuers have convinced him to come along, the little pink puffball takes to wandering around the ship, happily exploring his new environment. He's traveled in space plenty of times before, but never in a ship like this. Usually he just used his warpstar. He's going to poke around at everything he can get to.

"Heehee, wow, this place is great, poyo!" Though he was starting to get hungry again.

Edited 2015-12-31 08:40 (UTC)

He was still staring at the Core in the palm of his hand - or the eye that the Core was sitting on, but at the sound of Eiji's voice, he looked up. There was no recognition in them and he seemed very strangely human for a being made out of Medals and desires.

"Yeah?"

[ The confirmation is all he needs to let himself slump against the opposite wall. Virgo Entertainment. They're not safe. He doesn't want to bring Edward close to them. Keep them away. He wants to protect this friend he doesn't know. ]

Hello, Mr. Jay. I'm--

[ He pauses. There's another name that he wants to say, one he's more used to introducing himself as, but he doesn't know it. Something also tells him that he shouldn't be introducing himself with that name dressed as he is. But... it feels like that the other name is the one more commonly used for him.

Ivan bites his lip, and his brows knit together. ]

I'm Ivan Karelin, the shamisen player from Flowers Over Bones.

[...Yeah, this is definitely an acid trip. Rabbits walking like people. But Luci just stares, taking most of it in stride. It's easy when you're almost sure you're high.]

Yep. All alone, even when there are people in there-- [She points to the house.] --I'm all alone.

Y'know. Space guitars, space horns, space flutes... think they prolly make 'em on Venus maybe? Don't beat old fashioned Earth make, anyway. [ You'd think he'd be joking. He sure doesn't look like it. ]

What, you think a transport's goin' to be the last stop? Don't tell me you hopped on here without getting briefed, kid.

[Molly looks around when they get to the top of the stairs. Another wave of nostalgia hits her, and she is beginning to wonder if she has been here before...

Jack's question brings her back to reality] Huh? Oh, I'm fine, really. [but she will let Jack look at it. By now, she's wiped any dust or gravel from the area, but it's still red]

[ooc: the shrine takes after this one! I don't think there's anything that stands out, unless they head over to the ema prayer board :3 ]

[nine members.

The number nine has been so significant to her lately, and when she dreams of the strange girls, there are always nine of them, Molly included. How would this one know about her dreams?]

I... I think. [she hisses in pain. Something really is stopping her from remembering, and that's a head-splitting migraine. She ducks her head, still clutching it] I think I have dreams about Muse!

[Clearly said but out of context the message leaves Roy's head swarming with questions. He starts with the most obvious one.]

'We'? Who are you?

[Why would he be waiting? Where?]

He strides in and shuts the door behind him. Roy smirks at Artolo's remark. What a reactive individual.

"So quick to defense? You were the one just staring at me in the hallway. Who are you? Do you know what this place is?" he asks. An odd question for the man dressed like the other soldiers in this base to ask.

In this dream Roy finds himself standing at the edge of what seems to be a park in Vista city. The towers and noisy traffic loom behind him and ahead is a dirt path lined by trees and long grass. As he enters the woods, the city and its smells and sounds quickly fade away and are replaced by soft winds and rustling leaves.

After walking for what feels like ages he thinks he can see a figure up ahead through the trees. He hadn't seen anyone else on his walk until now. Perhaps some company would be nice.

As he approaches, Riza will undoubtedly notice a difference. He's dressed in a vest and slacks as he so often is off duty; he looks the same. But there's something about the way he carries himself as he walks down the trail towards her- it's like he used to walk as the student when she first met him. There's no sign of him weighted down by his sins or responsibilities; moves like a civilian, untrained. Not the soldier who would expect her salute.

Did you have a plan?

[ Talk like an equal, get treated (mostly) like one. If they're going to keep their Princess safe, they need to know each other's styles of fighting. ]

[Hibari huffed an exasperated sigh, already tiring of this foolishness.]

Someone who is very tired of people messing with timelines.

[That, at it's core, was the truth.]

The person who gave me that message is a blonde woman who carries a gun. She wears a uniform similar to your's-- she might be one of your subordinates.

Make of it what you want.

[He can hear that flood of relief and the desire to protect someone - it all rings true to the tune. The blond runs into trouble when he goes to introduce himself, tune struggling around some kind of block wedged in there. For a moment, J wishes he had a good enough grasp on the tune to ease him through it, but the blond backs down and the moment is over.]

[Until Ivan introduces himself, and his tune straight-up chokes. The name is right; the title is very, very wrong.]

Good to meet you, Ivan.

[J pauses for a moment, thinking. On one hand, Ivan's already falling apart to half time, and he doesn't need to make it worse; on the other hand, he doesn't know who or what Virgo is, aside from bad news, and he wants to know what's got Ivan rattled so badly - aside from the broken tune, that,is.]

So what's the deal with this Virgo person?

I am a Soldier of the Outer Solar System. [ Haruka refuses to waver. What she thinks - what she feels - comes second to the role she has to play. ] How am I supposed to leave the planet I'm sworn to protect?

[ Sooner or later she'll realize the logical fallacy. She only thinks she's being rational. ]

Oh.

[Her eyes fall on Oscar and she blinks. No one's ever just appeared in her room before, but something tells Pearl it's okay. Still, even if she doesn't entirely mind him being there, it begs the question:]

How did you get in?

Edited 2015-12-31 15:29 (UTC)

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B2 (a little cuter than basara, maybe)

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Kirby | Kirby (Games with a bit of Smash) | Rescuer

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I had a reply all written and then my iPad deleted it...

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A2 Hiii! Here comes the inevitable amnesia problem. ;_;

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