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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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[ She frowns again. Dude. Don't shoot her with water. She hasn't figured out if she'll be able to respawn here or if she'll have to be inkredibly careful. ]

Of course! You can't participate in Ink Battles without being on a team.

[ Despite having taken the front line of her last rescue mission by herself, she did have others helping by radio. And that's to say nothing about her squid squad back home. They may still be starting out and playing more for fun than glory, but they're still her pearl of a squad and friends. ]

Scary how? They...they have to respect you, right? You being cool and inspiring is the only reason they make money!

[That's how it's supposed to work...right?]

[Yeeeaaah, that much is quite clear. Still, he could let that pass. He'd met much worse after all.

That question though... a hero?]

No, I am merely a traveler.

[ She's getting the hair comment a lot, and it both baffles and amuses her. She hasn't really brought it to anyone's attention that there are a lot of extinct people walking around on the ship. ]

I'm Agent 3 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Nice to meet you Temeraire.

[She nods, a hint of her usual bright smile back.]

Yeah, I know we can do it! Save Rei and not lose anyone else either.

[Well...she casts a glance away. For the most part. She definitely won't lose Usagi, even if that costs her her memories. Or worse.]

[She merely hops alongside Haruka, a bit like the bunny she was so apptly named after and smiled as they made their way towards the ship and their mission.]

Yes, I suppose that you could.

[Jack isn't fully prepared to dismiss any of the people he found himself traveling with. It would be the same mistake as assuming that he is a common swordsman and it's likely that everybody here is exceptional in some way or another.]

Like us, our companions are drawn from all manner of worlds. I suspect many of them have abilities I could not begin to imagine.

Snap out of what? I don't know any Biff, or what the hell a Delorean is supposed to be, but I think you're looking for some other Doc---I'm a bassist, not---not this.

[Doc tugs at the strange clothes, fighting a massive headache right about now. He doesn't know a thing this kid is talking about, but something inside feels a strange sense of loss. Like he should know.

He's trying to pretend that he's not bothered, but doubt's eating away at him now. Despite his words, he steps closer, looking lost.]

At least that's what my memory tells me, but perhaps I've over-indulged in a vice or two...

Can do! Pleased to meet you Jack.

[She catches sight of the sword...ah! Neat. She's wielded one herself in times of dire struggle.]

Is a friend of yours missing too?

In this particular case, what Sparks sees is... pretty much what he gets. No special tricks or gimmicks, no cards up any sleeves. Just a man and his sword.

The sharpening stops the second Sparks speaks up and the samurai turns his head toward him, lifting his head slightly to see him beneath his hat. His eyebrows quirk slightly and he lifts his sword to inspect the edge.

"... It is but properly caring for a weapon such as this takes much time and great patience." All the same he sets the whetstone aside and picks up the sword's sheath from where it's resting beside him. Truthfully, he's not even sure the enchanted blade needed sharpening at all but habits are habits. "I apologize for disturbing you. I will finish later."

Knowing how things happen, there was no doubt a bath planned in his future, although how it would happen and where is another matter. Jack frowned at getting his hand moved away from the strange hat that looks almost like the ones he had seen Spanish cattle herders wear, although those ones were a bit flatter and had a kind of strap under the chin.

"Begging your pardon, it's such a nice-looking hat," he said, smiling a little to show that he wasn't mad even if he was a little disappointed that he didn't get to touch it. It looks so different after all.

Then he blinked at that last bit, drawing his hands back and frowning while leaning away. Rubbing his fingers together, he just had to poke at Sparks because last that he, Jack, had heard, the people on Mars were not of a friendly sort. Then again, Teague had a lot to say about those kind of stories and how some people should stop reading anything that might look interesting just because he can.

"Mars. The one close star in the sky Mars. You come from there?"

Laura's brow furrows in confusion and she has to wonder if this is actually her head or someone else's because what dream acts like you're the one intruding?

"This is my dream." Such conviction, like she needs to make herself believe it too. "Why are you here?"

This is my dream right? She asks the static in her mind. It's met with more of the same and she doesn't freak out. This isn't the worst thing that could be happening.

To Agent 3, they're in Kelp Dome, a place she calls her home turf since she grew up visiting the dome with her parents and watching the plants grow. She met her squid squad there too, and it's still one of her favorite places to fight in Turf Wars.

It may not help Riku that this 14 year old girl is a number of inches shorter than Riku, has tentacle hair, and is looking at him like he's a dinosaur that just came to life. Still, she listens carefully, taking in every word as she sits on one of the grated railings. It sounds so crazy and awful, but sadly, it also sounds a little familiar too.

The way she got recruited by Cap'n Cuttlefish to rescue the Great Zapfish was being silent and too stunned to say otherwise. Not that she regrets getting involved, but at the time, it had seemed unbelievable that she'd be saving Inkopolis just because an old Inkling liked the look in her eyes. So... she's actually not that hard to recruit to put her life on the line.

However, this time, she wants to speak up."Agent 3, reporting for duty. I haven't heard of any kidnappings, but I'll lend a tentacle or two or ten." She jumps off the railing and lands near Riku. "But how are we supposed to get to them from here? You don't look like you could squid jump. You'd break your bones."

I'm not exactly extraordinary. Or particularly good at anything.

[Failing all her classes on purpose and trying to become immortal for two years really eats into any time you could spend developing skills.]

I'm just 17 years old..

They...don't, really. [Rei frowns a little bit.] They're not nice people. And they've made it clear enough that if we don't sing, and don't work for them? Then they'll fire us, or worse.

"Ah-ah, I asked first, that makes it my dream," Luci counters, climbing the stairs until she's on the same step as Laura. She peers at the other, eyes slightly narrowed, suspicious. Then after a moment she puts her finger under Laura's chin and directs her face towards her.

"Hm. Your hair was different the past few times."

No, I am merely here to aid in the rescue.

[No, all of his few friends are back home... not safely home, because there is no safety in Aku's world, but there nonetheless. He'd come simply because his help had been asked for and to refuse would mean leaving innocent lives in the clutches of a terrible evil.]

... One of your friends was taken?

"Well I'm certainly glad you're having fun with this!"

Right behind him is a... woman? Female from the tone of voice, one might guess, but instead of hair a crest of horns and frill adorns the back of her head. She's armed with a sword and hisses angrily when one of the lasers puts a burning hole straight through her bustle.

"Get to the TARDIS, go! Heavens know you won't be able to lift it off immediately, and the last thing we need are hangers-on!"

...On your fingernail?

[Jack was following along, his walk definitely one that is full of swaying back and forth like he was on top of a sailing ship and not on board this vessel. He shook the tattered ends of his one sleeve from his hand and held up a finger. The nail was black from dirt and tar and salt and he gave it a squint as if he found the sight of it a bit disconcerting.]

I find the idea of that liken a tale told to children, not that I can say that it is not a truth considering we are sailing through space. However I must admit that the Keeper would disagree about storing such things on one's fingernails only since they do have a habit of falling off or breaking or even getting cleaned.

Hey, Sans. It isn't Frisk's fault if you believe things that are obviously wrong.

"I dunno where that is," they comment with a frown. Americana isn't even a real place. It sounds like the kind of thing Sans would make up to mess with them. They wish he were. This isn't just amnesia. They've seen people lose their memories before, in a few different ways. But what makes you remember something that never happened?

They have no idea. So instead they just ask, "You mean music?" They're friends with Mettaton; of course they already know what a record label is. It just doesn't make a lot of sense. Since when is Sans the musical one? They've never even heard him sing. He just does incidental music for comedic effect...

"...you play trombone professionally?"

"Star Rod?" Agent 3 slowly makes her way closer to the Fountain of Dreams, very careful not to step in anything that looks wet. She knows that's not ink. There's a rippling reflection of her in the water as she looks into it. "I don't know anything about a Star Rod, but if that thing's responsible for good dreams and we're here, maybe the good dreams are in trouble?"

It... sort of makes sense to her. She turns her head and looks at it from another angle. "... Or... maybe it's broken because I don't know about you, but dreaming about colorful water that can be mistaken for ink sounds more like a nightmare."

"Not one for space travel?"

Vastra stands next to the seated man, her hand resting on her own katana at her hip. It appeared he had quite a fine weapon, and Vastra can't help but admire it from afar, but her purpose is technically twofold. Perhaps one swordsman can understand another-- even if that swordswoman is a lizard woman from the dawn of time.

[Luci looks over at the voice. Well, well, this dream just got much better-- look at the cute girl with glasses and quite the healthy rack. She smiles, slyly.]

Not anymore. [She pats the swing next to her.] Just a little company.

"It will be my pleasure, Miss."

It takes only a few waggles of his fingers at the door, thus triggering the sensor that opens it and then he was swaying down the hall, being a little less fey then his normal self in the accompaniment of a lady. Of course, that opinion may differ to other people, but as far as Jack was concerned, a woman in the military was a lady because she was no doubt armed with something and he, Jack, just did not want to get into a fight with her. He has fought women, some of whom actually were justifiably angry at him, but that still did not mean he actively searched for women to fight.

"Ah, no it's not. 'Twas nothing like that. I was just enjoying a few rounds at a tavern when a man came in looking for men to help him in his quest. Since I was in agreeable mood, I decided to listen to his tale and then I woke up here."

His grin was a little sly, showing a couple gold teeth in the process. "I suppose I must have been three sheets to the wind."

There was another door, and this one had a button that he gently tapped. He was almost proud that it swished open for him if there was any way to judge the way he smiled.

"I found my drink in that tall white cabinet in the corner -" he waved his hand at said object and then pointed with his chin at a different cabinet "- and I believe that there are other manners of drinks behind those doors there. Some even heat up themselfs if you were to believe that."

Frisk peers past the old guy, then shrugs, nods, and steps forward. It's easy to slip through; they are smaller than he is. They wait on the other side for him to catch up. They should stick together. The light doesn't seem any different over here, and the junk doesn't look all that new. How will they know if they're going the right way?

Still no TVs either. Taking their phone out, they check the time. Then there's a brief flash of light as they put the video tape away for now.

...what? Everyone's got dimensional boxes, right?

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