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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.
Connor-60 | Detroit: Become Human
Sleep is a human affectation. Machines merely go into stasis: an intermittent procedure that permits their systems to defragment and integrate any unprocessed memories. And Connor #313 248 317-60 is a machine.
Perhaps it's fitting, then, that the shift from file processing to dream comes during a memory that isn't his. Connor knows the clean expanse of Cyberlife's Zen Garden: neat white paths encircling a pond and the island at its center. But this Connor, #313 248 317-60, has never seen the Garden quite so... warm.
A scatter of flowers line the pathways. Birds take flight. The trees are a riot of bright color, the air crisp on your tongue. The space is still idyllic—still so full of life and hope—but summer has begun to fade. And if you cast your gaze across the water, you can spot the reason why. A small boat is doing lazy circles through the water, occupied by a woman with a regal bearing and an android you might know.
Odd, considering what looks like the same android is standing at the water's edge. His stare is fixed on his copy, face utterly expressionless as his LED blinks: red.
B. Stop Hitting Yourself - Disassembly
Connor models are designed to gather information. A malfunction in his senses is unacceptable—and something, naturally, that needs correcting right away.
Which is probably how the current situation started. Anyone who walks into this lounge will find the RK800 seated by one of the small tables: skin peeled back to reveal a white exoskeleton in lieu of his usual face. A socket gapes next to one ear, bereft of a part the android is currently inspecting. If Connor's frown is any sign, he hasn't yet found the problem.
[[ooc: I'll match spam or prose!]]
disassemblin’
It’s possible. The city she just left behind was run by robots, and not all robots look the same. But it’s best to be sure, right?
no subject
Connor dismisses the results. Scans again. Rotates the part in his hands, searching for any minute contamination or misshapen flaw. Absolutely everything appears to be correct.
He tilts his head, reaching behind the artificial shell of his apparent ear to inspect the socket—and stills as the motion brings a strange human into view. Her lips are moving, evidently the tail end of some comment his damaged systems failed to pick up.
...This is intolerable. Connor meets her stare, lips curving in a brittle imitation of politeness that utterly fails to reach his voice.
"My auditory systems are malfunctioning."
Whatever she wants, he didn't hear.
no subject
Jack reaches inside her black denim vest (covered in patches and pins, of course, because punk rock, that’s why) and retrieves a small box of chalk sticks. (Why does she carry them? That’s a good question.) She walks over to the bare floor in front of Connor and crouches down to scrawl out a few words: WANT ME TO TAKE A LOOK?
She’s no robotics engineer, but she’s been building and modifying computers for more than a decade. It probably won’t help, but she can still make the offer.
no subject
And this human thinks she's technologically skilled enough to touch his parts?
"Funny." The sneer doesn't show on his face. It is, however, perfectly audible. "You don't look like a Cyberlife technician."
no subject
Maybe she can have a little fun here anyway. It’s not like there’s any good technology to play with on this ship. She sits down on the floor and writes out another message:
SOMETHING BETTER
I’M A WITCH
Jack gives him a moment to read the message, then snaps her fingers. The messages written in chalk vanish.
hi there come here often (memory)
Entering this space, he knows it is not the true Garden, his optic sensors failing to return the expected data to authenticate his surroundings. So he knows it is an illusion, some fabrication, likely made possible by the same unknown phenomena which brought him to his present situation.
RK900 so hates incomplete data.
But nothing to be done about that, and while this scene before him is as familiar as it is disorienting, he can find no seam within it to make his exit, so he does as his programming demands. He holds pattern, gathers information, and waits for an opportunity to present itself.
And then his sensor isolates something real amid all the false scenery, something that returns a serial number, model number, factory of origin, manufacturing specs—
An old RK800.
How quaint.
"I thought the RK800 line was shut down for obsolesce," he comments, watching the other android watch a third, phantom form. "It seems this ship truly can do anything."
oh you know, once in a while... QUIETLY SCREAMING!!!!
What.
Connor's LED swims rapid yellow circles. Connor's lips part, just for an instant. Then they press together in a flat line, eyes narrowing as he runs his scan a second time.
"...Identify yourself."
This can't be real.
sorry i was so excited i forgot to yell back. if only we had vanilla connor to finish the sandwich.
"Something the matter?" he goes on mildly, his own LED a calm and steady blue. "Connor?"
yesss please condescending murder triplets
"No."
Connor is fine. Functional, more than, and the word grinds out with curt finality. He blanks his expression. Meets his successor's stare. (The dream around them goes entirely forgotten, but his LED still swirls: yellow, yellow.)
"Are you a prototype?"
no subject
"I'm aware of the... issues the RK800s suffered from, but I must say," he went on, voice still light and no small amount of condescending, shrewd gaze fixed on that yellow LED, "I truly underestimated the scope of their shortcomings, for a simple meeting with a later model to cause such prolonged strain."
no subject
—this isn't Amanda. And certainly, the product of his efforts doesn't get to judge Connor the same way.
Lips curve, a brittle polite arc, as Connor tilts his head. He makes no effort to hide the yellow LED, but his own eyes narrow, inspecting his copy in return. "...So you haven't been sent out yet."
It's a guess, but a fairly likely one, Connor thinks. Phase one, and it isn't citing its track record.
"I suspect you're underestimating a great deal."
Memory
What? This-
[Sabriel's pale face is anxious as she looks back at the thinning mist, as though she's expecting something to jump out at her, or surface from the swiftly clearing waters. She glances, in clear confusion, between the man on the shore and the identical man on the boat.]
no subject
seething) over those differences is interrupted by the appearance of the mist—and the... armored... woman... who appears from it.]You shouldn't be here.
[The words are blunt, and irritated—but puzzled, too.]
no subject
[Sabriel doesn't see any clear path out- or even how she entered this place. The last thing she knew, she'd been dreaming of Death, and now she was- here. In a tranquil garden, with nothing chasing her, no looming, imminent threat. Just... quiet, and peace. The man and woman on the boat haven't even registered her presence.
It's enough to make her sheath her sword.]
And where is 'here' anyway?
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The incongruity is sharp, even by dream-logic. Connor frowns, and even as he names it, the reality of the place begins to ebb away.]
The... Zen Garden.
[It should be. It isn't. His mouth flattens, hands tugging absently at the line of his jacket.]
And however you got here, I'd assume.
no subject
Shaking her head to try to clear her thoughts, Sabriel concentrates, closing her eyes and reaching for Death- for the chill, and the river.
The air temperature plunges, and the water near her darkens, and spreads, until the entire pond is full of black water, and then starts to rise, beginning to overflow its banks. Tendrils of mist start to spread from Sabriel, as the rest of the garden becomes vague, blurry shapes in the mist.]