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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
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► Reserves open on January 2nd at 12:01AM EDT
► Applications open on January 11th at 12:01AM EDT

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This should probably be more alarming than it is.

Strange dreams have been in no short supply lately, but Sans can already tell that this one is going to have a special place in his heart. He's standing in the snow, somewhere outside, and he's wearing slippers. Also, he has no skin.

"Cool," he mumbles, flexing his skeletal fingers in front of himself, bones held together by ostensibly nothing. He has to bite back a manageable lump of panic in his throat - a very human reaction to finding out you don't have any flesh. But yet...the part of him that doesn't react at all somehow feels more natural a the moment. The part that is just enjoying how little he feels the cold.

He tucks his hands into his pockets and starts wandering around. He doesn't remember this place, but he feels like he should. Or maybe he does, but it's like recalling something fucked up that you watched when you were little. A couple freeze frames seem right, but the whole thing has yet to click into place.

Something about that tension makes him feel weird and uncomfortable. He tucks his hands into his pockets, and stares up at the falling snow, and frost covered conifers. The total lack of normal sky. Is he underground or something? What the hell.

He probably doesn't have a face, does he? Weird.

[Weird dreams aren't the weirdest thing that's happened to him. Between attempted murder and a girl turning invisible, this seems normal in comparison.

Here he remembers a tiny, cramped apartment, and he's more at ease than he's been the entire time he's been at Pride. His arms are robotic- all of him feels robotic, his hands don't have quite the same kind of sensitivity as he's gotten used to. But he's still at the sink and slowly cleaning a pile of dishes, this is where he feels content.

This is what home is.]

[For a man who was in the middle of two covert missions, the details of which he could share with no one, Hibari Kyouya seemed oddly composed-- so much so, that it was even uncanny.

Picking some quiet corner somewhere, somehow, the well dressed man with a ring glittering on his finger ostensibly made to sleep...but, make no mistake, his sharp ears were picking up every shred of every conversation that was happening around him.

A top his head perched a tiny little bird, idly preening both the human's hair and the feathers under it's wings with equal attention and patience. Occasionally it might chirp and twitter. On others, it might sing:]

Midori tanabiku Namimori no~

[This is not Anri's apartment. This is not the sort of thing Anri normally dreams about. And like sure. Anri's life has somehow gotten even weirder in the last six months or so, but robots, cyborgs, that kind of thing aren't a part of it. Headless women? Sure. Hoards of possessed people? Eh that's an everyday occurrence for her at this point. But cyborgs? That's not quite in her life yet.

So this is weird.

And she's on her guard about this. Dreams... dreams are not always friendly places to Anri Sonohara.]

Excuse me?

[She's a very polite trespasser.]

A2: come away where they can't tempt us/with their lies

[He dreamed of a city one night, a metropolis of neon and steel by an ocean. And for some reason for another, he's at a party. Oscar usually hates parties, but he feels like he belongs here, like he's here for a reason. He strikes a almost ethereal presence in the noisy club, his appearance not hinting at a woman or a man's, the booming music not even affecting him.

But why is he here? And why do the people here look off here?]

B2: i know you don't get a chance to take a break this often

[He mostly keeps to himself in the ship, staring outside the window at the expanse of black space and stars. He doesn't regret taking this offer at all.]

Tiger feels...little.

Not that he didn't just abruptly get shorter recently, thanks to whatever magic those masked people have going on. But it feels more natural and all together here. He's standing on a sandy beach, looking out at the ocean. Above him, there is a giant stone woman carved into a cliff-side. He doesn't really get what it's about, but he feels like he should.

He also feels sort of like he wants to cry. It's nice here, is all he can think. It's nice, and he wants to stay, but he knows that he can't. Wherever he is, he's going to get taken away from it eventually.

He's wearing a different shirt, he notices dully. One that looks like something Greg would wear, which is kind of silly. He lifts it up, and sees that the weird gemstone is still there in his bellybutton. His hair is shorter and undyed...and probably more poofy.

"Hello?" he calls out to the empty beach, feeling lost and forlorn. He feels like there's something important he's supposed to be doing, but he doesn't know what.

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[No, wrong. Not the right person to be in this apartment with him.

And there is definitely somebody who is supposed to live here with him. Or he lives here with them, whichever way.]

Are you lost?

[He puts the dish back into the soapy water.]

The beach isn't quite as empty as he thinks it is. There's a twelve year old shaped like a friend popping up not too far away. She looks at him once before looking down at her own pink, star sweater.

"Hey!" She doesn't mean to startle him, but that doesn't mean she won't. "We match!"

Being twelve, weird dreams are kind of her thing. At least this one has no sock puppets. Just what seems like a potential dream friend. Those are the best.

Don't be ridiculous!

[ Congratulations, you're recruiting this unspeakably handsome young woman. The dreams have been coming vividly for her - prophetic nightmares are nothing new in her life - but still she steps away, chin lifted nobly in the air. ] I already have a Mission. You can't ask me to abandon it.

[ Time has, indeed, already seemed to stop. But the world seems even stiller, even more washed out - pastel, even - and a stray burst of rose petals waft through the scene. Such is the depth of Haruka Tenoh's melodramatic conviction.

Good luck. ]

[This...is not Waterdeep. The mists are familiar, but the shape of the city? That's wrong.

And yet, to someone like him--a city is a city, in the end. Cities, full of people. Connecting with people is what it is to be a bard. That was always what he'd been taught. But so many of the people here pass him by, unseeing.

Until he bumps into a girl with long silver hair. It's fairly clear she's doing her best to keep stoic composure, but there are tears in her eyes that do not fall.

Vexander always was a sucker for a pretty face. But when he tries to ask her what's wrong, she--well, vanish is the wrong word. She fades, falling back into the anonymous press of people and becomes yet another face in the throng.

Something isn't right here.]

Hey, come back! How can I ask you what's wrong when I can't even find you?

[He's not exactly frantic, but agitated is a word that fits.]

Edited 2015-12-29 04:29 (UTC)

A2
In his dream, he found himself in a city he'd never seen before. True, he was no stranger to the bizarre and unimaginable. He had seen much in his journeys but this place was... strange, more alien somehow. Enough that he was quite certain it could not have come from his own imagination... perhaps some kind of vision?

Whatever it is, it is clear that there are no answers to be found by sitting and waiting and so he begins to make his way through the strange city. Wooden sandals clack lightly on the streets with each step as the samurai continues his wanderings... until he suddenly becomes aware of a presence nearby.

"Who is there?" He calls out suddenly, stopping and turning halfway, one hand on the sword at his side. "Show yourself!"

B2
The decision had not been a difficult one to make, when the time came. Even though taking on this task meant diverting from his mission it was not one he could simply turn his back on. Evil needed to be vanquished in all its forms, even when it was not done by Aku's hand.

Jack keeps to himself for most of the trip, seated with his arms folded in his sleeves and his eyes closed in quiet contemplation. That is, unless somebody sees fit to disturb him....

[Believe her she knows. She wouldn't be here if she wasn't, you know, stuck here because dreams.]

Who are you?

[She's read once that you could only dream about faces you'd already seen in real life. But she's certain she's never seen this particular dude.]

[Connor isn't someone typically described as 'excitable' - or rather, he hasn't been for some years now - but this is something else entirely. It may be annoying, but he stays in the cockpit for quite some time, staring out into the universe around them in a mix of wonder and awe.]

[(Some people on board don't seem to care much about it, and that is baffling to him.)]

[He is quiet and keeps to himself whenever he moves about the ship, obviously not hindered by his size when it comes to getting around quickly and quietly, but he has to stop whenever he catches a glimpse of what's outside the ship.]

[It's simply breathtaking.]

[He'd be more on edge, but this is home. This girl is lost.]

Genos. Who are you?

B1

"Hey."

Sorry, yeah, time stopping and everything, very strange and disconcerting, to be sure. However, right now, there is a small toddler approaching you. Yes, an actual toddler. They could be picked up and carted under just about anyone's arm. Funnily enough, for a toddler, they're wearing a hood tugged up to hide most of their face and a fat little frog is perched steadfastly on top of their head. The tiny markings dropping down across their cheeks are possibly the most unusual quality, however.

The small toddler is frowning up at you.

"You're being recruited to save people. I hope you're prepared for a sudden trip."

What big words for a baby.

B2

Mammon, as far as they're concerned, has done their share of work before everything has set off. For a while, they can be found just sitting on whatever surface is available. How they were able to scramble on, well, it's none of your business. Feel free to approach them, although they seem rather like they're pouting quite a bit.

Eventually, however...

There's a strange bit of turbulence, the kind of thing that happens when you're trans-dimensional hopping, and suddenly is a burst of smoke- or is that mist?- there's an adult where the baby was sitting.

...Probably an adult. They, uh, they barely seem to breech five feet. With the help of slight heels to their boots.

Mammon seems just as surprised as anyone else, and is hastily glancing over their own body in shock. Feel free to say something about how the toddler is suddenly an adult.

[ooc: B2 might get you replies from

avidita

Edited 2015-12-29 03:14 (UTC)

A2
[If you asked Jack, the idea of having a dream as weird of this one was pretty common. He had seen creatures of great and small legends, had fought ghosts and myths that even the most sea-harden of seamen scoffed at and came out of all of it with a healthy respect of matters beyond what a mortal would dare dream.

But there was one thing that he really did not like about these sort of dreams. They forebode. They hung over the head and dripped poisonous ideas into the mind until one's feet and hands does things that one does not want them to do because the dreams were of such powerful intent that a mere mortal man was incapable of turning any other way. Jack stared at the eldritch light and at the shadows of people lost and stumbling in the darkness, and decided that he was not going to take it any more.

He sat down on the ground - or what he assumed was the ground - and dug into his pockets. Compass, sword, shot and powder, pistol and a peanut (quickly eaten) but no rum.]

Even in me dreams the rum is always gone...

B2
[There was rum and plenty of it once he woke up. Jack spent his day merrily moving from one tavern to another, exchanging tall tales with other seamen and drinking rum and playing games of chance. While the golden age of the pirates was seeing the sunset, there were still plenty of people young and old who knew of and have sailed with men that knew the old ways. But now there was talk of war in America, of one part of the country wishing to leave over the idea of black gold. Jack wished them luck in solving that problem even while he lost his last bit of silver thanks to an unlucky dice roll.

He had left the tavern and nearly ran over a person in a strange outfit with even stranger skin color. He wasn't one to make comments on either but apologized to move on when the stranger asked if he had a few moments to spare. Jack decided that if the stranger had enough rum, then he, Jack, had more than enough time to spare and said so.

He expected almost anything to have come from that encounter, but not to wake up aboard something someone insisted was a ship, sailing in what someone else told him was space, in order to do what even another person claimed was to rescue people. That there were all manner of people wandering about wasn't what was strange, no, it was the lack of any coherent explanations that did. Sail space? Where the stars were? That almost spoke of magic, nay, of godly powers and Jack wanted nothing to do with that on an empty stomach.

Though there was a slight problem in trying to fill his stomach. The blue-skinned man had said something about a messhall, but the unhelpful blighter did not feel it was necessary to point the way. Jack had decided to look on his own, but there was a doorway of some sort in his way. It would be fine but he could not begin to even guess as to how it opened given that there was no knob or latch or even hinged that he could see. Eyebrows raised, he leaned over to the closest person and gently tapped them on the shoulder.]

I think that our host has misplaced the way out.

[This 'dream' thing was something that the stoic man standing adjacent to Haruka would never be comfortable with. It was too reminiscent of the illusionists that he's fought over the last decade, and the unseen scars that one such person had carved into his mind.

Hibari Kyouya stood quietly, eyes closed, and allowed the woman's bluster to pass before he replied:]

Do what you want. I was only passing the message along.

[He was on a tight schedule as well, and he had no time to play. This was an annoying detour for his own Mission.]

►A2)
Riza's spent too many years following the only ~~one~~ thing that matters to her not to realize something is off when the dreams start. Her usual ones focused more on past sins and the way forward to a new future for Amestris. Finding herself in an unfamiliar dreamscape and well aware of the fact, she continues moving cautiously searching for something or someone who might be able to explain what was going on.

That was how dreams worked right?

►B2)
She's still not sure how much of the recruitment spiel she believes, but Riza can say she's going into this smarter than when she'd joined the Amestrian army. Of course, neither the army nor the Ishvalans were stupid enough to try and take something from her. The last ones who had tried that were history and if she had any say in it, soon these people would be as well.

For the time being, she was going to try and get used to the idea that she was traveling in space on such an odd machine. There was a lot about this place that was going to take getting used to for a woman of her time and experience.

"I'm sorry, but can you explain how this thing works?" Some of the equipment and machines were beyond her comprehension, and she was going to need a hand learning. Luckily she's a fast learner as long as the person walking by that she stops knows how to use it.

(ooc: feel free to hit me up in action tags if that's your preference, I'll follow)

Roy can't think of a time he ever considered joining the army but he's having a dream about it any way.

He must be in some sort of military building because the halls he's walking through are populated with men and women wearing the same uniform he is. Some of them are talking in hushed voices, some are chatting loudly and laughing as they saunter on out through doors to take their breaks, others are striding quickly past with determination on their faces. When his eyes happen to lock with another soldiers they pause and give him a respectful salute. "Good day Colonel Mustang!" he's greeted a couple of times.

Colonel? Interesting. Where was this dream headed any way? What room was he looking for along this hall?

[You're welcome to reply with either prose or action tags. I'll match you.]

Oh Luce thinks, tilting her head back to gaze up at a brilliantly starry sky. We're here.

Nothing's changed about her, really. There's an outfit that's new- a long flowing white dress, a large hat, an accent of orange- but she's still very much herself. More herself, even, than she's felt in a few months.

What's of interest to her, more than anything else, is the setting. It's nothing extraordinary: a large log cabin, with two floors. She's on the balcony, alone for the time being, but it doesn't feel like she should be alone.

How strange.

Yet all she can do is stay on the balcony, looking out into the surrounding forest as if someone will emerge.

A2

She isn't home. It's the first thing that registers in her mind as she takes stock of whats happening.

She's at a concert. Specifically one that's already happened. She knows this because it's Amaterasu's voice she hears and it's the same song she fainted to. It's the bridge right now, so if she's going to pass out again it won't happen for a few minutes.

If the laws of ... whatever is happening ... apply. Okay, so she didn't know what was happening or how. But she lived in a world where people could blow each other up with a thought. This? Was actually sort of nice.

The only weird thing was that the whole stadium was completely empty. Amaterasu was a tiny ball of light at the center of it all, illuminating the nose-bleed section where she was sitting.

When this happened in real life, she was right in front of her. Staring at her like she was the sun. And she was.

The light made everything fall in odd swatches of shadow and she could... almost swear she saw someone sitting in a seat a few rows down.

"Hello?"

Laura's heart was beating up in her throat, pounding against her skin in anticipation of what was going to happen next. Her voice echoed loudly above the music and she winced. The noise difference was messing with her head.

B1 v1

Laura was walking home in the park behind her house, snapping her fingers to the point of irritating her skin but the callouses would be wicked enough and wasn't that just perfect?

She smiled, thinking of Lucifer, and then the whole world shifted half out of itself. Like when you space out and you feel like you're lined up wrong in your own body. Apparently it was called 'disassociation' but Laura wondered if it was because she was...

well. Was still qualified as past-tense, right? She was supposed to be... something else. Different, maybe?

Fuck it. Fuck it fuck it fuck it. Something was happening, this wasn't disassociation or whatever therapists wanted to call it. This was happening. This was real.

And someone was standing behind her. Laura spun around, barely waiting to register who this was. She just wanted to sound tough. In control.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

B1 v2

So. Spaceships that looked like guitars were real. That was cool.

She was going to save Luci. Lucifer was alive. She was alive and needed her help. That was even better. Laura wasn't going to start smoking in the spaceship - she was pretty sure oxygen factored into this whole set up and frankly she wasn't an astronaut so. Chances. Wasn't going to take them.

Not when Luci needed her to make it to Terra.

Didn't stop he from wanting to have one though. Her legs bounced uncontrollably under her elbows as she stared at the wall, mourning the lack of things to count on it. Still. Sitting in the hallway was better than trying to make friends right now. Not that she wanted to. She wouldn't be any fun, anyways.

(action or prose work for me. if you wanna do something different, let me know!)

[He's dreamt of this place more than once already. An island, the ocean, a bent tree, the secret place... There's sand beneath his shoes. There's a star-shaped fruit on that tree. There's a necklace with a little crown on it around his neck, he hadn't noticed that in his previous dreams.

Sora smiles. He's relaxed, comfortable, leans against the bent tree with his arms behind his head and watches the sun set over the ocean. There's a part of him that wishes he could stay here for... well, not forever, but for longer. Longer than he knows he can. But for now he just savors being here.

He explores a little. Finds things about the place he doesn't remember having dreamt about before, like the tree house, and the little waterfall.

He comes back to the tree, in the end, and finds himself staring at that fruit. Eventually, he tries to climb said tree in order to pick it.]

[ This not being the reaction Haruka had expected, she snorts in what might be amusement. ] There's dedication.

[ It nags at her, though. One of the people in her dreams had almost looked like Rei.... ]

Everything smell sickeningly of salt water.

The dim room is filled with it, reaching up to an average person's waist, but that's perhaps less of a worry than what's actually visible. It's a disturbing sight. Most rooms are built of concrete or wood or plaster. Not this one. It's organic of all things, some sort of deep pink as if a hundred thick tentacles banded together to make a room. The only place that seems safe is the set of metal stairs which lead up out of the water and through a metal door that's shut tight.

A humanoid figure is sitting on them.

Anyone familiar with Artolo Apemis wouldn't recognize him, not like this. So much has changed. Soft brown skin has become something hardened and gray, and fangs cumbersomely curl over his lips. His ears are longer now, flicking now and then from the precipitation, and a twin set of horns curl out from black thick hair. He's thin. Starving. Mismatched and opaque eyes rest in the most hollow of sockets, and they're focused right on a pair of masses which come from the floor and ceiling.

It almost looks like something should be put between them.

He can't stop staring, dead to the world.

Ahh, pardon my intrusion.

[Jack couldn't help the fact that he was more used to walking on a ship and one at that which pitched and rolled to the sways of the oceans. On this strangely still vessel, his normal fey walk was a bit of a bother, especially when he expect to go hither inside of yon. That meant that there was one pirate that just accidentally tripped over one samurai, though Jack was not trying to do so.

Have a gold tooth grin as he brushed off the offended spot.]

I mustn't be sure where me feets are yet.

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☆RESCUER TEST DRIVE: DIGITAL LOVE

SANS | UNDERTALE | A1 (ALREADY IN GAME)

Genos | One Punch Man | A1 (Already in Game)

Hibari Kyouya | KHR | B2

no subject

Oscar | Lupin the Third

STEVEN UNIVERSE | A1 (ALREADY IN GAME)

no subject

no subject

Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus | Sailor Moon | B1

Vexander Shadis | Dungeons and Dragons OC | A2 (Rescuer!)

Jack | Samurai Jack

no subject

Connor || Assassin's Creed || B2

no subject

Mammon - KHR

Captain Jack Sparrow | PotC | first time rescuer

Hello, stranger!

Riza Hawkeye | FMA: Brotherhood | Rescuer

Roy Mustang | Fullmetal Alchemist | A1 (Entering game as a musician)

Luce - KHR - A1 (already in game)

Laura Wilson | Wicked + Divine | Rescuer

Sora | Kingdom Hearts | A1 (Already in game)

hello hello, sk....itty.....? (or perhaps pidgey)

The Psiioniic - Homestuck - A1 (already in game)

b2