eyemindooc | test drive meme #2

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test drive meme #2

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eyemind Test Drive Meme. Here you have a chance to play around in the game's setting before deciding to app, test out new characters, or just roll around and have some fun. Enjoy!

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SCENARIO ONE: THE HONK IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE

Passengers of all sorts end up hitchin’ a ride on Navi, and the latest arrival happens to be one bad-tempered, chaos-causing goose, and it’s making its displeasure at being deposited here known with some very loud, very insistent honks. The honking is intermittent, but it never truly ends for good. You’ll hear it through the walls, outside your cabin doors, on the next floor - everywhere.

After a few hours of this nonsense, Navi reaches out to the passengers via the mental link and asks them to find the source of this infernal noise and round it up so it can be ejected from the ship. It’s driving Navi nuts, they can’t tell where the honking is coming from, so they can’t take care of it themselves. It won’t be easy, because this goose is wily (and an eldritch being, technically), but it needs to be handled. Pair up with a shipmate and round up this feathered menace to be ejected out of the airlock! Just, um, watch your fingers.

SCENARIO TWO: JUMP ON IN, THE WATER’S FINE FOR SWIMMING

Welcome to the planet Umora and its capital, Kupra City! Fun fact about Umora: its surface is 90% water! Luckily for the more terrestrial types, the planet’s inhabitants built most of their cities in sprawling domed underwater structures connected by motorized pipes and tunnels - oxygenated, of course.

Tourism is a big part of what keeps the Kupra City gears turning, so you’ll find plenty of welcoming activities waiting for you to enjoy. Take in the underwater sights in one of the city’s many observation domes! Rent a frog suit and go for a long, relaxing swim - just watch out for the swarms of electrified jellyfish and fields of lava plants! You can even sign up to go on guided treasure-hunting expeditions, if you’re feeling more adventurous. Let loose in a nightclub, or head to the Market District and pick up some underwater steampunk tchotchkes to liven up your cabin.

Just beware - if any of the locals offer to take you out for some underwater cow-tipping, they’re definitely pranking you.

SCENARIO THREE: WE’RE GOIN’ DOWN TO PILLOWTOWN

Traveling through the multiverse can get tiring - wouldn’t you like a nice, relaxing vacation from your (accidental) vacation? Of course you would! Luckily, the planet where Navi is currently docked features a new establishment called Fort Pillowtown, the ultimate chillaxing experience.

As the name suggests, Fort Pillowtown is a large indoor space filled wall to wall with permanent pillowforts. There are a variety of sizes, shapes, and colors, with each individual fort constructed of gauzy hanging sheets, strings of soft lights, warm blankets, plush toys, a mini television with on-screen menu for choosing movies to watch and video games to play, and yes, lots and lots of pillows. Snacks and drinks of all sorts are available for purchase, as are whimsical onesies and comfy slippers to wear. Board and card game sets are also available to borrow or buy.

Grab some friends or make new friends with strangers in your pillowfort of choice! And remember - sharing is caring, so don’t hog all of the popcorn.

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[Scenario 1]

Howlback is one of the unlucky few passengers who was already aware of the goose, although she doesn't know that that's what it's called. She has sensitive ears and the honking hurts them. However, as a Decepticon Cobalt Sentry, she is not about to let a little audial discomfort keep her from taking care of the problem.

Also, as a felinoid mech five feet tall at the front shoulder, this loud, small organic shouldn't be able to do her much harm. She slips out of her stateroom and into the corridor, and sniffs at the ground here and there, although with all the different passengers, mostly organics of various kinds, her nose is thoroughly confused by all the strangeness. She rotates her sensitive audials in the direction of the honking when she hears it, and then picks up her pace as she pads down that corridor.

[Scenario 3]

Howlback is very confused by the pillow forts, but she pads into the building to escape the harsh sunlight that hurts her optics. The onesies are of no interest to her as she does not wear clothes; however, she is pleased to be able to purchase a small energon fizz and a packet of rust sticks, which she had not expected to find in a building of this scale. Maybe some other minicons or cassettes have been here, though?

She pauses to sip her fizz and looks around, rising to a bipedal stance in order to consume her snacks. She is really very unclear on the purpose of this place; the furnishings imply a place for rest and recharge, as do the plush toys (she quickly chooses a black feline that reminds her of her creche-sibling Ravage), but there are so many group activities and noisy media to play and watch.

After she pays for the cat doll, she pauses. Perhaps someone will be kind enough to explain to her what she is meant to be doing here?

She wasn't the only one hunting the thing. Eternity was far too long to be listening to that for the duration. The young seeming woman stalking after the noise moved nearly silently, holding a weapon that didn't look at home on a space ship at all. It was an ebony longbow, with an arrow set in the string, though it was aimed down and not drawn. Not yet.

The girl was in a black silk shirt with subtle gold threads and silver buttons etched in black - Gallifreyan writing disguised as designs. She had a black skirt with gold pleats and more of those silver buttons. Under that were black leggings with silver spots. The black seemed almost impossibly dark, and the silver glowing. It was as though she wore part of the night sky around her legs. And the silver lights slowly faded out, one after another. When the last was gone, the leggings would remain black for a good five minutes before the lights would reappear all at once before beginning the cycle again. Then there were the gold slouch socks over black 1980s high tops with gold soles and silver laces. Her hair was in a tight french braid that ended in a black and silver scrunchie.

She didn't realize - yet - that she had company, focused as she was on the sound.

The cultural details of the girl's clothing are lost on Howlback, whose species doesn't wear clothing except on ceremonial occasions. Getting fabric stuck in a transformation seem isn't fun and if you have a vehicular alt mode, it usually just gets torn up once you start moving.

She wonders if she should say anything. She doesn't want to call out and scare their quarry, whatever it is. But they might be able to cooperate.

Howlback thinks for a moment. She's toned down her optics from amber-gold to amber-red, but she pulses the left one deliberately into the gold spectrum, so that the girl will see three, deliberately timed, flashes of faint golden light. She will pulse them exactly .0163 astroseconds apart, and after two astroseconds, she will repeat the three pulses.

That should let the organic individual know that she's not just a stupid mechanimal. Organics tend to be even worse about assuming that than Cybertronians are, because the way organic planets work, there's either only one sapient species on them and they all look kind of alike, or there's one dominant sapient species on them and all of the others have either been killed off or are in hiding, or live in some place the other species can't live on.

Organic sapient beings always seem to go through a prolonged stage where they kill anything around them that's even remotely smart or competitive. That's why Lord Megatron never liked them; if they get out of hand, it seems like they always kill mechanoids.

Cybertronians come in many shapes and sizes, even though they're all more or less the same species (and pity they don't have the good sense to treat each other that way.)

[Sorry, I thought this was all forgot about!]

((Nothing to be sorry for at all! Me's application was actually rejected, but I am happy to thread to help you get your sample! :D))

The flashing light caught her attention and she glanced back, then smiled slightly and nodded. The smile was slightly edged and wary, but it was there all the same. She considered a moment, then seemed to decide on something. A small faint circle of gold light appeared between them, then vanished, then appeared again. Over and over. In a clear pattern.

If Howlback was familiar with morse code she would be able to translate the message the blinking lights contained "Is there a reason why we are not speaking out loud?"

The smile was gone by the end, as it took some focus to recall enough Morse Code to communicate while also creating the light and keeping alert for anything that might sneak up on them. She didn't spare focus on tracking the beast, other than to ensure it wasn't advancing on them. She had no doubt they'd be able to hear it when they were ready to move again.

Honk 2: The Honkening.
Strange, Fabian could deal with strange. He could even handle ominous honking and had little problem understanding that the thing in which he currently was stuck within might be sentient. He could accept the idea of a rift in space-time; could accept that he's fallen in somehow and ended up, in all places, here. What did not sit well with him was the environment as a whole.

Space, no soil beneath his feet, no recognizable life as he understood life. Like living in death -- removed from all things that gave him life and fed his soul. Compared to the honking, this was a nightmare. This silent endlessness (besides the honks). He didn't need to see the hydroponic garden to confirm what he could already feel in his bones. So please, allow him a moment to grieve.

Fabian's willowy figure stood at a window amid some corridor staring out into the vastness, simply trying to comprehend. Perhaps adjust. Find something to grasp onto. Fingers curled at either temple for a moment, exhaling. His head lifted at the sound of another's presence. Ah, life.

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Some days, being socially stunted by anything except what Mello needed or if Near whined loud enough as his priorities above finding things to collect and dabble with on the ship was great. No need to mourn or necessity of things earthbound other than maybe EarthBound that was a great game. Tetris, definitely that. Maybe his car. A good, strong set of computers. Now that was magic he could do at his fingertips.

Sadly for Fabian, this was just a nerd with a lot of issues to work out if he'd look past himself some days. 'Some days' wasn't today and even if this wasn't one of the normal two targets, if they had a new person it was his duty to find out exactly what new person was about. They already had one psycho, even if it was a malleable psycho. The scuff of his boots came to a halt and he assessed at least what was in front of him. "You good or you just can't count how many stars are out there? I got pretty far but we keep moving and somethingsomething 'Endless' somethingsomething."

Truly did go to show how comfortable he'd become in the past few hundred years now didn't it? This feeling of displacement and loss was old, and he surely did not like it. Ah, because you feel powerless here, Fabian? Roots lost. Useless. Fingers worked the knots out of bony hands and brows ebbed inward -- aware of the person, but thinking. Mm, an enlightening discovery. What if Tobias only spit-shined what was already there. It's not an unfamiliar thought. Who becomes a doctor without ego? No one. Holding life in their hands. Requires something of a complex on principle, regardless the good intentions.

A smile rose, though, at the thought of someone trying to count the stars. Eyes find the young man. Fear not, learning to look past oneself can be a lifelong endeavor. Ever easier to tell someone else how to 'get perspective' or what have you. He can't judge you there. But there was nothing too remarkable about what was in front of the windowpane beyond tall, young looking, slightly androgynous. Record-breaking in terms of average upon first look.

"And that's the magic of it, I'd think. The endlessness." It just felt, cold. So different from what he works with. He's never wanted to see a pile of dirt so badly in his life. Goodness. A finger curled under his chin for a brief second, he confessed with a laugh. "But I hate it. Time to adjust, I suppose."

Edited (Sorry, fleshed it out a little more for you!) 2021-03-13 04:05 (UTC)

That went without saying in this place. Everyone was out of their league, so to speak, and at least had that in common. Handwringing was a noted attribute of the situation and if Matt cared about social queues he might have left it at that. Possibly sadly for this gentleman, he hadn't.

Focusing more specifically on the scene outside the ship, Matt only watched from peripheral after stepping near the window to this expanse they were looking out at. Normal rarely was normal even where he came from and where androgynous bodies were some of the most deadly minds. Normal was where he was most troubled by people, no one was entirely perfect. Though, guessing ancient Witch certainly wasn't obvious. "Perceived endlessness I'd bet, nothing can just keep going on forever. At least not without being transformative." Even the alpha of Minecraft's world generation wasn't really endless.

They would just get to the Farlands and the situation would implode as far as Matt was concerned. Thankfully they weren't anywhere near that and it'd be the journey they'd have to worry about. "It's not so bad here, it takes a bit to realize where you are when you wake up but there's enough eye candy and shit to do." There wasn't nearly enough things Matt enjoyed personally, but he lucked out with other things to keep him focused. "As the books go, looks like this is the part where we exchange names. I've only got one name, it's Matt, so feel free to limit the amount of names you want t'throw at me if you want to keep it even."

Analyze him as you wish, dear Matt. Were he in better mind he'd be doing the same -- give him a small measure, first. For different reasons, likely. And different methods. But who was counting. Outside of stars, and honks.

"Perhaps," he lets the thought linger a little. Well, and what was normal. Was it having a thousand-year-old cat who's a stronger psychic than you could ever dream of being or was it being temporarily immortal for several more hundreds of years because you're an ex-mass murderer. Don't worry about that one, though. It was for love.

He turned, then. To face the man. Head tilting ever slightly to the side. "Endlessness is troubling, isn't it? By nature impossible to comprehend. The universe is expanding, they say. Into what? Another universe? Where does that one end? Is that one also expanding? If so, into what?" Greens moved from his new company out toward the darkness again for a brief moment. "Finality is comforting and measurable."

He reached out a hand. "Fabian." Although the man seems pleasant, and warming up. If not troubled by the whole experience of here. "I've two more names. When I find them for you, I'll share mine."

Scenario Two

Me was not enjoying the enforced togetherness of this partner system. So when the chance to go off and explore on her own came, she took it. She traded her usual dramatic black, silver, and gold blouse skirt leggings combo and traded them for a black and gold filagree wet suit with silver designs around it that were actually a circular language. To most people it looked decorative. To anyone who could read Gallifreyan, however, it was incredibly rude and insulting. Worse if you happened to know Rose Tyler, since that was who was named in the rudest parts.

She refused a frog suit. One might ask where she got the mask and air tank she used instead. They're welcome to. She wouldn't answer. She wasn't there to answer. Except she couldn't exactly escape her partner. So whoever that was now could of course contact her.

And then there was the fact that she couldn't stop herself from helping someone if they were in trouble. Oh sure, she hid her good heart under so many thistles and thorns that she seemed cruel and capricious. But she only was to a few specific people. The thing was, she cared about people as an abstract, generally. They were like ice sculptures. She might step in to save one from a wrecking ball or vandal, but she was aware they were ephemeral. Spring would melt them eventually. And that she wouldn't step in to stop. She resented her best friend, after all, for doing exactly that.

But if you got tangled up in something or your frog suit tore and you are drowning she will come and help. Just don;'t expect a good bedside manner..

(Two quick OOC notes: Not sure on canon point yet, a new book comes out this month and I am not sure if I will take her from then or earlier. Testing her at earlier, for obvious reasons. Also she has what looks like a tattoo of a flower - deadly nightshade - on one cheek. please talk OOC before touching it. Thanks)

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Kaylin was swearing with every possible bad word and phrase she knew. Sadly for anyone who heard her, that could take hours. She wasn't sure which she hated more at the moment. Whatever it was fiddling with language so that she only heard things as Elantran, or that ***** whatever the ****s it was making all that ***** noise!

She had rolled out of bed at the sound, daggers in hand. And ***** it all, she had almost broken that habit too, sleeping with her daggers under her pillows. But this wasn't Helen. She had no problems with living in a sentient ship. She had issues with it not being HER sentient home. Thankfully she knew she wouldn't be missed but **** it all anyway.

The short woman stalked angrily through the halls. She was in a long tabard over a long sleeved shirts with the cuffs buttoned and black leather pants and thick soled boots. She had a dagger on either hip attached to a wide belt. The rest of her armor was in her room. The only good thing about being kidnapped here was that she had been in her uniform when it happened. Nautilus had a **** sense of **** humour and had taken her while she was wearing the ***** Blood Of the ***** Green. A dress worth a ***** of a lot more than the mortal who had been foolish enough to put it on.

No one needed to read her thoughts to follow any of this, she was muttering under her breath about it between curses. Also about how she thought she'd be able to sleep the **** night through without waking up to an argument now that she no longer lived with Dragons or had a **** fieflord visiting every **** day.

And yet, here the *****s she was, woken up by some loud **** bird. Or whatever the ****s it was. At least when Hope squawked, he was useful.

Three

She was **** tired. She didn't care where the ****s she slept, so long as she got some sleep. She found a pillow fort that seemed unoccupied and fell face first into a pillow.

How she could have missed that she wasn't alone, she wasn't sure, because observing things was her **** job. She'd blame it on the exhaustion, if she had to...

Edited (Edited to remove the familiar. ) 2021-06-03 18:44 (UTC)

That sure is a look, but Bucky's getting used to people in... different outfits, around here. He's just in the undershirt from his own combat armor and some jeans-- he's pretty sure he's not going to need the armored jacket here on the ship-- but he can respect the sheer historical nature of it.

He, too, is looking for the goose. He's pretty sure it's a goose. Maybe it'a a swan? Look, he hasn't had a whole ton of experience with farm animals that aren't goats or chickens, okay. They didn't have geese on the little farm in Wakanda.

Still, he can guess from the thunderous expression on Lady Knight's face that she's got the same problem he does. He's just coming out of one of the spare rooms, finding it empty, and offers, "Looking for the goose, too?"

"If that is whatever the actual ****s is making all this **** noise, then yes." She stopped for a moment, as old instincts replaced modern common sense. "Do you know how to cook goose?" she was practical when she needed to be. But thought caught up a moment later and she swore. Emphatically. "Then again with my **** luck it is sentient, powerful and about to hand us our ****s." You didn't need to be a mind reader to see that she was now pretty sure that was actually going to happen. It was written all over her face.

"Well, there's two of us now, and only one of it, maybe we'll have a chance," Bucky suggests, torn between amused at all the swearing, and exhausted at the idea of having to negotiate with a goddamn goose. "And if it's intelligent, maybe it'll agree to shut the fuck up."

"If it is intelligent asking it might just make it a **** of a lot louder. Asking my housemates to shut the ****s up never did me much good, and in theory they actually liked me. At least some of the time."

Well. Okay, point. Sounds like something Steve or Sam would do. ... sounds like something Bucky would do. "Guess we'll just have to hope the goose is stupid, then, and we can roast it." He knows how to roast birds over actual fires, thanks to the war. It can't be that much harder to do it in an actual kitchen, can it?

She grew up eating literal garbage. She's not going to complain if they burn it.

"Works for me. At least then we'll get some **** dinner." She might have gotten spoiled. Something she never would have thought was possible. She drew a dagger then scowled and sheathed it. "Of course I left the ones weighted for throwing in my **** room." she growled under her breath and her swear words had a distinctly throaty sound. She shook her head. "So never killed a goose, didn't have many of them back in Elantra. How do we do this if it is something we can actually kill?"

"How big can it be? It's a goose. We throw something at it, distract it, and then I tackle it and break its neck. Anyway, I live by the rule that any knife can be weighted for throwing if you throw it well enough," Bucky says, and pulls his own, gives it a little twirl to catch it by the blade tip, and offers to her hilt first. "Trade you. This one's made to be thrown, too, and I bet I can make yours work if I have to."

"Every knife can be, but these are enchanted and I'm not risking losing the **** things. Again. I will take that though," she said, holding a hand out for the hilt. "If you've got it to spare without the trade. It survives I'll give it back after."

"As long as you don't try to jab it into concrete or metal, it'll survive." He's slightly less happy about handing it over if she isn't giving hers over, in its place, but he does have a metal arm. And a second knife stashed in his boot. He adds, "Or if this goose can open portals into space, or something."

Her grin was closer to a grimace. "You clearly haven't seen some of the **** I've fought if you think opening a portal is the worst **** thing it can do." She snorted, which oddly was translated as a mild swear word. Her grip tightened around his blade, then loosened again to be ready for throwing.

"No, just the most likely thing to make you lose my knife," Bucky says. Though, admittedly, he hasn't dealt with a lot of magic before. Aliens, sure. Maybe a magic goose could melt the knife...? Turn it into a pencil?

Ugh, let's not think too hard about it. With luck, it'll be a perfectly normal, if very loud, goose... and if it's not, trying to guess what it might be will only distract from dealing with what it is.

There's another piercing HONK from the stairwell down to the next level, and he doesn't wince, but he does pause, glancing at his companion, jerking his head that direction and pointing to himself. Let him go first, okay lady?

She looked like she was about to argue. It was all over her face. But she scowled and nodded. "If you're pulling that and you're not immortal I'm kicking your *** after," she told him. But at least that sounded more like griping at a peer than an actual threat.

She was used to immortals shoving her back because she's mortal. Never mind she's Chosen, whatever the ****s that means. But what Dragons just barely get away with, she isn't so keen on letting random other humans get away with. And she had been, till that point, pretty sure he was human. He sure as ***** wasn't Barrani. Build was almost right for Dragon in human form, but the eyes were wrong. He didn't seem to be a Shadow. Or an Avatar. So that left Mortal, Ancient, or a new unknown.

Which basically meant she was hoping to kick his *** later, because otherwise she was in deep ****. Again.

"Nothing's managed to kill me yet," Bucky says, more grim than proud. A lot of things have tried. And he's pretty sure he'll come back from anything short of decapitation. He edges to the stairwell door, and it slides open obligingly for them.

Sure enough, what waddles out into the hall is… a goose. A big goose, to be sure, but a goose. "HONK."

Bucky kind of stares at it for a second. He kind of feels like he expected something less banal. "Uh. Hi. Can you talk?"

She chuckled, but it was on the grim side as well. "Nothing's killed me yet either, and not for lack of trying. Still mortal however." She was pretty sure she was, anyway.

She stopped behind him and stared at the bird. "What the actual ****s?"

She.. was honestly expecting something big and shadowy with extra things... like too many limbs or eyes.....

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