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test drive meme #1.
Hello, passengers and potential passengers!! Welcome to the first-ever 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!
No invite is necessary to play in the test drive, but please remember thateyemind is a (semi)private game and you must request an invitation before submitting an application. Request an invitation here!
Please note: Threads from the test drive meme DO NOT count toward AC and ARE NOT considered game canon, but you are welcome to use them for your app samples.
SCENARIO ONE: LIGHT UP THE NIGHT
The ship has stopped on Arion, near the settlement of Taunican, at the height of harvest season, and since the planet is largely agricultural, that means there is a big harvest festival a-happening.
What's neat about this festival is that it's not just a celebration of the harvest - it's a celebration of the community, and of the planet as a whole. The dominant local religion (for lack of a better term) isn't exactly experienced in term of worship but of honoring the planet itself - the seasons, the landscapes, the crops. Natives talk of Arion as if it is a living, breathing entity, because for them? Arion is.
Every evening while the ship is docked, there is a bonfire in the fields outside the town square, starting at dusk. There's a giant potluck feast, with everyone in attendance encouraged to bring dishes to share, but no one will be turned away if they arrive empty-handed. Fiddles and flutes and drums provide the soundtrack for the folk songs about Arion the locals sing around the fire; dancing and games and laughter are everywhere. This is a peaceful, joyous celebration, and you're invited!
SCENARIO TWO: WE NEED TO GO DEEPER
You're asleep, but maybe you don't know that - in the middle of a dream, it's not always easy to tell the difference between reality and the scenes your subconscious creates. You find yourself somewhere that may or may not be familiar, doing something that may be mundane or fantastical, but you're not alone. This is a dream you're sharing with your shipmates. What secrets and truths will you learn about each other?
SCENARIO THREE: STOP HITTING YOURSELF
Ope, looks like Navi’s wandered a little too close to an interdimensional rift in space-time, and now things are getting a little weird. If you happen to have superpowers, you may find that you don’t have quite as good of a hold on them as you do normally, or maybe now there are unintended side effects that occur when your powers are used. Maybe your character usually possesses enhanced strength or speed, and now they suddenly find themselves too swol to handle ordinary objects without crushing them, or they may have uncontrollable zooms and be physically unable to slow their roll.
No superpowers? No problem! Non-powered characters may find themselves deprived of one or more of their natural senses, i.e., sight, hearing, smell, taste, etc. Have fun being suddenly and temporarily blind! Walk into walls, eat trash, be free.
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!No invite is necessary to play in the test drive, but please remember that
eyemind is a (semi)private game and you must request an invitation before submitting an application. Request an invitation here!Please note: Threads from the test drive meme DO NOT count toward AC and ARE NOT considered game canon, but you are welcome to use them for your app samples.
The ship has stopped on Arion, near the settlement of Taunican, at the height of harvest season, and since the planet is largely agricultural, that means there is a big harvest festival a-happening.
What's neat about this festival is that it's not just a celebration of the harvest - it's a celebration of the community, and of the planet as a whole. The dominant local religion (for lack of a better term) isn't exactly experienced in term of worship but of honoring the planet itself - the seasons, the landscapes, the crops. Natives talk of Arion as if it is a living, breathing entity, because for them? Arion is.
Every evening while the ship is docked, there is a bonfire in the fields outside the town square, starting at dusk. There's a giant potluck feast, with everyone in attendance encouraged to bring dishes to share, but no one will be turned away if they arrive empty-handed. Fiddles and flutes and drums provide the soundtrack for the folk songs about Arion the locals sing around the fire; dancing and games and laughter are everywhere. This is a peaceful, joyous celebration, and you're invited!
You're asleep, but maybe you don't know that - in the middle of a dream, it's not always easy to tell the difference between reality and the scenes your subconscious creates. You find yourself somewhere that may or may not be familiar, doing something that may be mundane or fantastical, but you're not alone. This is a dream you're sharing with your shipmates. What secrets and truths will you learn about each other?
Ope, looks like Navi’s wandered a little too close to an interdimensional rift in space-time, and now things are getting a little weird. If you happen to have superpowers, you may find that you don’t have quite as good of a hold on them as you do normally, or maybe now there are unintended side effects that occur when your powers are used. Maybe your character usually possesses enhanced strength or speed, and now they suddenly find themselves too swol to handle ordinary objects without crushing them, or they may have uncontrollable zooms and be physically unable to slow their roll.
No superpowers? No problem! Non-powered characters may find themselves deprived of one or more of their natural senses, i.e., sight, hearing, smell, taste, etc. Have fun being suddenly and temporarily blind! Walk into walls, eat trash, be free.
Trevor Belmont | Netflixvania (cw: implied child death in first prompt)
[The last person anyone would expect to have a place like this in their memories is Trevor Belmont. After all, the man's illiterate, and this library seems to go on forever, stretching into the darkness, rows upon rows of books in many languages interrupted by the occasional display case. The room is cavernous, smelling of cool, faintly damp earth and paper, leather and dust. In this corner, there's a giant, cracked mirror that doesn't exactly seem to reflect the person looking into it. In another, a suit of armor that clearly didn't help its last wearer, judging by the rust-colored stains around the hole in the center that could be something very different from rust. And around that corner...a display case, full of skulls that appear to be human, though if you look closer, you can see strangely elongated fangs, wickedly sharp and glinting in the torchlight.
Trevor is standing in front of that case, and in his hands is a skull that's barely the size of a fist. A child, perhaps. A child with those same long, deadly fangs.]
All this knowledge. Centuries of tradition, learning....all for this.
[He sounds strangely contemplative, wistful almost, as he talks to himself. His head lifts suddenly, though, as he seems to hear footsteps, looking out towards the eyes he can feel watching from the shadows.]
Sypha? Alucard?
[iii. young man shouts at space]
[Right, okay. This is fine. This is probably fine. There's a ringing in his ears, a silence that's deafening, but honestly he's had worse during a hangover. It doesn't start to click that there's something seriously wrong as he leaves his bunk until he cracks his knee on the hilt of his shortsword in its scabbard, hanging on the back of the small chair, and realizes he can't hear a single bloody word of the string of curses he lets out.
He won't let panic sink in. He won't. Instead, he experiments with hitting a few surfaces with varying levels of hardness, digs around in his ears with a finger, tries equalizing the pressure--nothing. Still nothing but that silence. Only one thing left to try:
Making his way more carefully towards the intercom, Trevor flips the talking switch, which means the rest of the ship is now treated to his slightly slurred and far too loud voice.]
OI!! Someone tell me what's going on! Why's all the sound gone? My hearing's gone funny, Navi, what the hell's going on out there--
[Please stop him before he deafens the rest of the ship.]
[wildcard]
((Come at me with your best shot, or hit me up at amurderofbees#8035 @ the disco for a custom starter!))
ii
Well, to the people he seems to hope she is.]
Neither. Sorry. [She wanders out from behind the bookshelves, glancing around before she focuses in on him.SHe wrinkles her nose a little at the sight of the skull, before raising an eyebrow at him.]
Are you going to start reciting Hamlet?
nyooms
[He does look a little disappointed to see a strange girl instead of either of the faces he'd been expecting, and maybe he should be a little worried about a stranger getting into the hold, but for some reason, he's not. He's just...well, confused, honestly.]
Sounds like some sort of pork. Can you eat it?
ii
But what a sight, once Trevor's guest was close enough to be seen in the light. Even without the pointed helm, the four-eyed, four-armed, red-skinned guest was already pushing eight feet tall. On a more concerning note, she was also carrying an unusual warhammer in one hand, though for the moment that was the extent of what she was doing with it- she had yet to brandish it, so that had to be a good sign, right? What with even one head being larger than Trevor's actual head and all.]
Be quiet, human!
[It probably shouldn't be all that surprising that Trevor's guest had a giant-sized voice to match. And surely that wouldn't get old.]
Where am I, and why is there all this junk here?!
[Centuries of learning, tradition... all so a giant teenager from outer space could dismiss all of it as useless junk. Just in case Trevor was wondering if the family reputation could somehow take a few more lumps.]