test drive meme #1.

[seeingyou]

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 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.

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.

Comments

Lady | Devil May Cry

[patricided]

I. We need to go deeper
[As dreams go this is probably the softest most girly dream someone like Lady could have. (Not that she realizes she's having it.) Considering her wardrobe upon arrival who would have thought the Devil Hunter favored designer clothes from high-end boutiques. Let alone clothes with actual color. White and plaid are just very efficient for hunting demons where gore and blood regularly goes flying. One bleaches well and the other hides stubborn stains easily. Completely sensible choices just like the blood-red combat boots. As much as her hunting gear is intended for it's utilitarian uses, she loves a cute outfit when she finds one.

Moreover who knew she could actually smile and not make it seem like a threat? Or laugh?

Attendants for the boutique laugh and joke with her as they bring her clothes to try on and the keep pile is almost as large as the discard pile. One of them says something to her and Lady shakes her head her shoulders shaking with a restrained laugh.]

No it's okay, Dante said he'd cover it all no matter the cost. Said he owes me. Let's try that rack next.

[Her enthusiasm bleeds into how she moves across the floor so quick one might wonder if she were actually human. (But this is dreams and physics are a little less constraining here.) Long fingers already running over fabrics and hangers as she pulls another outfit out at last and holds it to her body.]

What do you think?

II. Stop Hitting Yourself
[There's a sick sense of confusion at first. Lady swears she opened her eyes after waking from a short catnap. But there's nothing to see, which is odd. Normally, there'd at least be the grey of the walls to meet her eyes, but now it's just black.

After a moment of furiously blinking in the hopes that it would clear up the sudden lack of sight, Lady makes it into the hall. Hand-pressed to the wall to help guide her toward one of the common areas at the end of the deck. Teeth grit in frustration, because believe it or not she needs her sight. You can't be an effective devil hunter without it. At least not one that depends on her marksmanship skills to do the majority of her killing.

Of course, lack of sight also means that she can't tell when she's about to bumble into an obstacle. Specifically, an obstacle that normally wasn't there so she can't even plan how to adjust her course around it. Mental maps are only handy when things remain static.]

Shit.

[She grunts when trips/stumbles/bumps into the obstacle. Eloquent as always she is as she feels around for whatever is in her way.]

II

[versifications]

Here. [As she stumbles, Lady will hear a familiar soft-spoken voice, and feel the cold handle of something being pressed into her hand. A cane.] You seem to need this more than I do.

[V stands back, giving Lady some room, before he adds drily,] Be careful of the pointy end.

[patricided]

[Her brows wrinkle in confusion. The voice isn't familiar exactly but something in the way he speaks tickles something from years past. A memory she hasn't thought on much in over a decade from some combination of the pride and guilt associated with that time period. If she could see she'd be even more confused because who the hell is he?

Instead, she blinks at the cool handle in her palm, fingers wrapping around it automatically.] I-

[She sweeps the floor awkwardly with the cane - that's how you use it right? - and steps away from the wall.] Um. Thanks, I think.

Am I going to hurt myself with it if I'm not?

[It never hurts to know who has weapons hidden in plain sight.]

[versifications]

As long as you don't jab it hard into your feet while you walk, I don't think there is anything to worry about.

[It's sharp, but not that sharp. He's also noting her lack of reaction upon seeing him (or in this case, hearing him) but says nothing for now.

He leans back against the nearest wall, unused to not having the support of a cane. Perhaps he'll find something else to improvise with while Lady borrows his.]

It appears you have lost your sight. How long ago was that?

[patricided]

Fortunately, that wasn't on my list of things to try.

[Well that's disappointing if it isn't a weapon hidden in plain sight. There was always something kind of fun in discovering hidden functions to seemingly normal objects.

She laughs a little. Her voice sarcastic as she responds.]

I hadn't noticed, I just thought Navi had turned all the lights off and my eyes weren't adjusting.

[versifications]

[He quirks a smile, not that she can see it, but she might be able to at least hear the humour in his tone.] Fortunately for the rest of aboard, that is not the case.

Would you like me to escort you to the infirmary? Perhaps there is something there that can help.

[patricided]

[For a brief moment she almost thinks his amusement is at her and not the situation. But then his offer seems genuine so while she seems a little put off. She's a little too used to a certain kind of person. Which is both telling and sad.

She nods slowly.]

Alright. If nothing else I can skip further tripping.

[Assuming other levels have had people randomly decide to take up residence on the hall walls in direct contradiction to her mental map.]

[versifications]

[V leads her along, deciding to keep up the small talk so that she can keep track of roughly where he is, but also because he's genuinely curious:]

How long have you been aboard this ship?

I dream times

[albatrossomen]

[Well, this is awkward. It would seem that the link had glitched again, allowing Murmur an unfortunate bit of access into a mortal's dreaming mind. Not something he particularly enjoyed, as he was not capable of dreaming himself and found these things terribly disorienting and strange.

Also terribly invasive. That just came with the territory, unfortunately.

He was just going to try to mind his business until he found his way out or Lady conveniently woke up. Whichever happened first.

Try being the key factor.]

I do not think blues suit you, go with the green.

[He might be biased. Might as well play along for the time being. Humans sure did have strange dreams.]

[patricided]

[She turns at the voice. Head tilting in question an eyebrow raised. She knows she asked for an opinion but hearing a male respond wasn't what she was expecting. So out of place to the setting of the dream that the dream seems to stutter in an effort to adjust around his presence.]

Green?

[She says it slowly contemplatively. It isn't like she hasn't worn green before, but not as the main color of the outfit. Usually, it was an accent nothing more paired with white and black.]

And here I thought the blue brought out my eyes.

II

[unnecessaryflourishes]

[This particular obstacle happens to feel very distinctly person-like. And one dressed in a certain amount of finery, if the feel of the cloth is anything to go by.]

Do you mind?

[The owner of the voice, whoever he happens to be, doesn't sound particularly amused, either.]

[patricided]

[Well she wasn't expecting it to be a person that's for sure. There's a half apology ready to go and then it dies without ever being uttered. Instead she responds sarcasm in full force.]

Actually I do. Do you make it a habit of holding up walls that don't need it?

[unnecessaryflourishes]

When occasion permits, yes.

[There's a subtle note of sarcasm in his own voice, but there's truth to it too. Lurking near the walls allows him to keep an eye on the goings on of the rest of the ship, without needing to be in the middle of everything.

And makes it easier to gently doze off, should he happen to so desire.]

[patricided]

Guess it's your own problem you tripped the newly blind.

[It also kills her mental map of the place. Go be problematic elsewhere, please. Preferably not in her way. Not being able to see is frustrating enough, and it wasn't like she was groping for the fun of it.

Speaking of she edges around him, her hands sliding safely back onto the wall as she puts space between them. Not out of worry or anything like that she just liked the feel of the wall under her gloves right now. At least that much was steadying in this mess.]