eyemindooc | test drive meme #1.

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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!

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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.

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★ — light up the night

[ Well! It has been quite the adventure turning up in space so far from home, knowing no one and no one knowing her. (Besides that little unresolved issue of having spotted one Kururugi Suzaku in their introductory video, but that Euphie's working on that on the side.) After the initial disorientation, it's rather been a breath of fresh air. She's worried about everyone, of course. Her brothers are all fairly hopeless in their own personal ways, and although Cornelia is remarkable and ruthlessly effective person, even she isn't immune to needing gentle reminders to relax and take a breath and step back from a given situation.

Still, she trusts them to manage in her absence. Even with the political powder keg they were sitting on, at the end of the day Euphie is fundamentally optimistic and hopeful for the future, for the world.

Nothing to do with the present situation but make the most of it.

So, naturally, she's taken to the festivities like a fish to water, flitting delightedly from game to dance to feast. She tries a little of everything, and she keeps an eye out for anyone on the outskirts of the celebration, her instinct one not to let anyone feel left out even when she's a guest herself in this place.

If she does spot you in a corner, or off to the side, or trying not to be noticed, she comes right over, a plate of some kind of sweet, gooey dessert in hand. ]

Hello there! Have you tried this? I know it doesn't look it, but it's delightful. You must try it.

[ And then she tries to spoon some into your mouth, airplane style. ]

★ — we need to go deeper

[ She's standing in a field of flowers. It reminds her of the Imperial Villa but not quite. The blossoms are similar, and the structures in the distance are hazily familiar, but when she tries to focus too much on them they ripple away like reflections in water.

And yet, it's not too strange. She's happy here. It's so, so beautiful, and the skies are clear, and it smells like sun and spring and all the best days of childhood, a crown of flowers atop her head. Everyone is safe and well. She just has to wait. Someone is meeting her here, someone important. As long as she's patient, all will be well.

She hums to herself, walking among the flowers, hand trailing over their silken petals. A breeze sweeps through the field, and the flowers take wind as butterflies, filling the skies with their shimmering, fluttering colors. It takes her breath away, and she stands back in her wonder.

It would be a lovely thing, it they could all just stay here forever. ]

★ — stop hitting yourself

[ As far as Euphie can tell, someone's just turned out the lights. One minute she was walking down a nondescript hall, the next she lurches into darkness, unable to see her own hand in front of her face. ]

...oh dear. [ Blinking several times, trying to see if her eyes will adjust to the light, she thinks perhaps there are simply no lights in this hall, or the blackout is widespread and there are no exterior windows close enough to let in any outside light. She fumbles around until she feels a wall, then slowly proceeds down the hall in the direction she was going, a little unsure of what to do besides wait for the lights to come back. She's not familiar enough with the ship not to be hopelessly lost without the ability to read location placards and signs. ]

Hello? Is anyone there? [ Maybe someone out there is as lost as she is. Strength in numbers and all that. So she calls out. ] Hello, anyone? Does anyone know what's happened...?

[Now this--this is much more his speed. A nice bonfire, actual dirt under his feet, free food, and best of all, ale. Decent stuff, too--and Trevor's set himself up with a nice cozy place on the outskirts of the fire, full to bursting and toasty warm, working himself into a pleasantly inebriated state while the locals go about their harvest festivities. Yes, this is much better than that ship. Maybe he'll stay behind, they've got to have some sort of monsters out there that need slaying, right? Or...bears, or something...monster bears...wolves...his pelt has been getting a little worn lately, the miles he's put on it--

The thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a cheerful, girlish voice offering him some kind of food, he presumes, and he's looking up from his tankard in order to decline when--]

Mmngph--!

[Yeah that. Sure is a spoon she just. Crammed in his mouth there. What. What is happening. Who is this pink-haired custard-wielding terror.]

What--

[He manages around the spoon, choking just a little, and....promptly spilling the last dregs of his tankard on her shoes. Whoops. Sorry, Euphie.]

Oh dear.

[ It's a mild exclamation at best, the fact of there being terrible smelling alcohol splashed all over her shoes and hem of her skirt met with nothing more than a startled, owlish blink. But then her attention is all back on him because she did just cause him to choke a little, which of course hadn't been her intention in the least. ]

Are you quite all right? I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you weren't ready for it.

[ But he had opened his mouth so sportingly...? She puts her hand out to clutch his elbow in hopes of steadying him. ]

Do you need some water or something?

[Oh dear is right. Although honestly the smell could just as easily be him, or that atrocious cape around his shoulders that looks like it's seen better days...someone really needs to explain the nicer parts of modern hygiene to this man.

Disgruntled, he looks down at his tankard, now empty as the last drop hangs from the rim and sadly splashes to the ground, coughing and finally heaving a sigh.]

I was opening my mouth to say no. Ugh, my ale...

[Why is this his life, is this still the Belmont curse, someone please tell him how many gods he's pissed off for this....]

Hmm... [ Though Euphie briefly considers a more apologetic stance, as she did cause the poor man to both choke on unexpected custard and spill his drink, she looks him over again and decides no, this particular man needs a firmer hand than that. So she plants her hands on her hips and gives a quick shake of her head. ]

I think you've had quite enough of that. Come along.

[ She takes him up by the arm and begins to drag. ]

I'm Euphie. I didn't quite catch your name...?

What--

[WOW she is astonishingly strong for such a little thing, and Trevor finds himself on his feet before he even knows what's happened, following that iron grip on his arm almost bemusedly. What is happening here??]

Trevor. Trevor Belmont, and where exactly are you dragging me off to? The local constable?? Beg your pardon, princess, but getting your shoes a bit damp is hardly a hanging offense--

[The condescending pet name is definitely just that. He has no idea. And he also probably deserves whatever hell she's leading him into.]

_{[ This is exactly the kind of person that he doesn't want to deal with right now. Charming, friendly, bubbly. He's the perfect target for her antics, too. Off to the side in his own brooding session all the while watching the bonfire. Just because it was an easy distraction.

If he could somehow get the formula right, maybe he could get out of here and proceed back home. He had a lot of important business back home. Fate of the world kind of business.

The airplane spoon just irritates him further. It's because he looks like a kid, isn't it? Quickly, he grabs Euphemia's wrist, preventing her to proceed further. ]}

I don't do sweets.

_{[ I'm sorry. He's a cranky old man. ]}

[ The airplane spoon is an equal opportunist, as is Euphie. Trevor got the airplane spoon, any of her siblings would get the airplane spoon including Schneizel, and this delightful young man naturally also gets the airplane spoon.

Having her wrist caught makes her blink, looking startled and perhaps a little disappointed underneath it. ]

Oh. I beg your pardon then. [ She recovers quickly, expression melting into a warm smile as she quickly spoons the rest of the custard into her own mouth so as not to waste food, sets the plate aside, and then turns her hand where he has it held and suddenly they're holding hands. It's like magic. Just a little flick of the wrist and now you're trapped. ]

Shall we go find something more to your liking?

_{[ He doesn't care. He got the spoon from his robot nanny back when he was an actual child and not an old man crammed into a young body. No more airplane spoons. None ever.

His shoulders relax when he realizes she's going to leave him alone, hopefully, but then she goes and holds his hand? Just like that? His hands that have long been stained with blood of countless victims. Oh God, why do people insist on touching him?

Five retracts his hand. Fast. ]}

Sure. Let's go find something more to my liking.
Without the hand holding.

_{[ He can't help but to draw back his surly attitude with her. She seems so young and innocent. Maybe a part of him wants to make sure she doesn't get hurt if she's this openly friendly with strangers. ]}

Hm? [ Blinking as the hand is snatched away, Euphie looks a little disappointed but allows it, since even little men like this definite child here are allowed to set their own boundaries. But she so likes to hold hands. Alas.

Maybe he'll warm up to her.

(No, Euphie, young men aren't cats. Or are they? She's 16, the jury's still out on a lot of things.)

That thought brightens her mood nonetheless, and she gestures for him to come along. If you won't hold her hand, she's just going to have to hover to make sure you stay close. ]

So, what do you like to eat? I'm Euphie, by the way. Are you here alone?

_{[ Five is certain he hasn't ever held anyone's hand in his entire life.. besides maybe one of his siblings or his robot nanny when he was young, but those memories are so far behind in his head for him to remember.

His hands stuff in the pockets of his uniform shorts as he walks alongside of her. He keeps his eyes forward as he answers her question with utmost honesty. ]}

I'm Five. Coffee. Margaritas. Twinkies that haven't expired. Peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches and I suppose...

_{[ He looks over at her and says with the straightest face: ]}

I have acquired the taste for cockroaches.

_{[ He doesn't answer her last question. ]}

Pleased to meet you, Five. You know, I have a friend named Zero...!

[ Is it safe to be telling strangers she's friends with a known terrorist? Probably not, but. Well, we're pretty far from home.

Anyway, don't worry about having dodged her question, 'Five'. You answered that by having a name like Five and also looking 12 and claiming to like coffee and margaritas. Definitely an orphan or something. ]

...didn't you just say you didn't do sweets? All of those are sweets.

[ Even the margaritas, or so she hears. She's never had alcohol before. She's a princess. There'd have been a scandal. The bit about the bugs doesn't cause her to miss a beat and she just continues nodding along. ]

I've had chocolate covered crickets before. You can't even tell they're bugs, really. I was a little disappointed.

Do you want some sweets, then? I think I saw something a bit like a Twinkie on the dessert table...

_{[ She's so nice and pleasant. He really can't remember the last time he met someone like this.. if he ever met someone like this. ]}

Coffee before anything. I drink it black, not sweet. I haven't found any here since we arrived.

_{[ A pause. ]}

Are you alone?

_{[ Cause his protective instincts are already kicking in. He's a timeline professional assassin. It would be a shame if someone tried to mess with her with him on her good side. ]}

Black coffee. Duly noted. [ Not that she has any intention of giving a child coffee if she can at all help it, but she files the information away nonetheless. A cup once in a while isn't the worst thing, if that's what makes Five happy.

Of course, she's still quite confused about what Five actually likes to eat now, but instead of worrying about it she's trying to find him that bit of sponge cake with the cream that reminded her of Twinkies.

The question from him causes her to wrinkle her nose a bit, expression taking a brief, awkward cast. ]

Sort of, I don't know. Mostly. I saw someone I recognized... but he was in that video we all saw when we arrived, and⁠— [ She pauses, expression turning pensive. ] He seemed... different somehow. But happy...? But I haven't been able to find him, so.

I suppose I am alone.

_{[ He's a coffee connoisseur. Extremely picky. Whatever coffee he can get his hands on, it better be good. It's easy to be confused about what Five likes to eat. After all, he spent most of his life— 45 of his 58 year lifespan— in the apocalypse, so he had to find what he could find to eat without complaints... needless to say, he found something to complain about anyway.

He finds the sponge cake before she does and helps himself by swiping some of the icing with his finger and tasting it. There's a wrinkle of his nose. ]}

Well. That makes two of us. Though, I suppose this isn't anything new for me.

_{[ 45 years of apocalypse wasteland and not a single soul. Well, besides the mannequin he befriended and eventually dated. Being alone in a foreign place.. this isn't his first time.

He's not going to admit it, but he'll keep his eye on her. Someone so young and friendly shouldn't be alone in a place like this. ]}

Do you know anything about quantum physics?

[Well, this was pleasant. Not even Miu could hold onto her grumpier thoughts or pretend to be completely indifferent to the beauty and sense of calm that permeated around the place.

She takes a breath and releases it slowly, letting some of her tension go with it. It is, she begrudgingly has to admit to herself, rather breathtaking. There's a girl that appears to be right at home here among the flowers, like she was born to wear that flower crown and be one with nature, untouched by the passage of time or marching on of technology. Then the breeze kicks up and Miu raises a hand to shield herself from the sudden shower of petals, making a slightly sour face as it subsides]

Hey--!

[ The unfamiliar voice and the displeasure in it catches Euphie off guard, and she whirls around to see the young lady standing out amid the flowers with her. A stranger, here in this place in her memories where she and her family spent all the best nights of their lives.

She smiles. ]

Hello there. Are you lost...?

[ The petals dance around them, gentler now, slowly morphing into a rain of feathers. Euphie just holds out her hands to the stranger, always pleased to meet a new friend. ]

I'm Euphie. This is the Imperial Villa⁠— ...I think.

[Miu opens and closes her mouth a couple of times, starting and stopping an explanation-- she wonders if she should outright claim it's just a dream, but she's not sure how well it'd actually go over to reveal that.

So instead she just gives a shrug.] SOmething like that...I was just wandering. Sorry for trespassing.

[But Miu doesn't make a move to really leave, either, looking around as she wanders closer.]

You don't know for sure? Did you used to live here, or work here?

[Jon still hasn't quite gotten his footing in all this yet. So a stop for some festival? Sure. He isn't exactly running to join festivities, but he can at least appreciate it from a cultural standpoint. These being shave a culture they're celebrating, and that's nice. It is, even nicer he thinks, that they're allowing the people on the ship to take part as well.

Euphemia running up to offer something to eat catches him off guard. He adjusts his glasses, looking down at it.]

Um-- No, I. Haven't tried that. [He takes it in one hand, examining it a little closer.] What is it?

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test drive meme #1.

code geass - euphemia li britannia

light up the night

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GO DEEPER

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LIGHT IT UP