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.

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"Squirt Littlebody" | FFXIV

[popotopirate]

Light Up The Night

[It wouldn't be the first time he's been spirited away from home to Twelve knows where. And this time, there isn't even a particular face to point at at blame for it, not that he held any kind of lingering discontent with the Exarch. He was however, a bit cranky about this turn of events, yes. Considering the situation he left behind in Eorzea, what was at stake back there, how messy things looked like they were about to become, the mess he just goddamn left-

Getting out of the ship and onto solid ground helped. What really helped was a party though, oh hells yes. Of course he's going to go rooting around for alcohol, why wouldn't he? Of course he's going to grab as much food as possible, of course he's going to join in on every song even if he has to make up the words sometimes, hope everyone likes vaguely off-key gibberish when he can't follow along!

And of course, he's going to be wandering around the forest of shins and knees, trying to talk to every living, breathing, sapient being in sight. Even you, in a voice that could only be described as babyish, no different than a five year old's, though with far better diction,]

Oi then, what's your story, mate?

We Need to go Deeper [CW: Blood, talk of death]

[The dimly lit little room in Cloud Nine was, as the rest of the city, cold. Not so much that he could see his breath, but still noticeably chilly. Or, perhaps that was his imagination. He'd seen a fire, he was sure, he swore. This room should feel warmer, shouldn't it? He was cold though, so cold. He must be cold, for why else would he be shaking?

The blood had all been washed off... Mostly washed off. In his hands he wrung the last piece that he'd failed to clean: the soft leather gloves dyed Maelstrom red, though the dark and rusty stains were still all too obvious. Don't look at me so... His grip tightened, unable to bring himself to take the gloves to the wash basin. A smile better suits a hero. All he had left of the man was this, stains on leather, ghostly memories in his head, the image of the light fading from the eyes of a beloved, dear friend who's voice he'd never hear again. Hadn't been fast enough, hadn't been skilled enough, if he'd only paid better attention, if he'd moved a little quicker, he would be here right now-

He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be here again, this was a dream, this was a dream, he was dreaming it was just a dream just a dream just a dream... The tears were already collecting in his eyes, well aware he wouldn't be able to stop the flood of them now.]

[unnecessaryflourishes]

[This particular set of knees - or rather, the robes associated with them, in all their finery - might just be a little familiar. Whether or not it's a welcome sight is another question entirely, but that's never been something that has bothered Emet overmuch.]

Must there always be a story?

[This is not to say that he doesn't have stories, much less ones that he'd be willing to share. Just that he's going to spend a moment being gently dramatic about it, first.]

[popotopirate]

[Oh... A Garlean.

Yes, perhaps for the best, the voice and the face rang no bells for Squirt. In time, eventually, back upon the First, he might become all too painfully familiar with the Ascian known as Emet-Selch, but for now? A Garlean. Grand. He's not even surprised to hear the tone of that voice, he's a Garlean. Their native languages may as well be Smug and Dismissive.]

Only folk what I met who ain't got a story are babies an' dullards. Which are you?

[unnecessaryflourishes]

[The lack of recognition is surprise. A welcome one, yes, and not one that he lets show in his expression. But a surprise nonetheless, and one that he absolutely means to make the most of.]

Did I say I didn't have any?

[It may take more than a question or two to pry them free, and he may have implied a disinterest in them over all, yes. But he had certainly not claimed to not have any, or not in so many words.]

[popotopirate]

[Oh no, oh no he has had conversations like this. It's going to be like that. Oh no.]

Issat what we're doin' now? Bloody fine then, pull up a seat an' make yourself comfortable. I'll get ye a drink an' I'll tell ye some stories.

[Look, he's going to have a conversation with someone here, he isn't picky, he has no standards.]

We Need to go Deeper

[forgarlemald]

[It's strange, how he could have only ever visited the inn once and still recognize it so quickly. But after what had happened here before, its rooms are rooms he would recognize anywhere, no matter how much time passes, and while he's not entirely sure why he's here now, with Severa and Valdeaulin nowhere to be seen, he knows, with a heavy sort of certainty, exactly where he needs to go.]

[And sure enough...there's Squirt, back in his usual room. Not injured, this time. Not angry, not struggling to even hold himself upright, as he had so many months ago now. To see the young man free of blood and cuts and bruises allows Gaius to release a breath he hadn't quite realized he'd been holding, and gives him a moment to look around the room, very much the same as it had been the last time he'd been here, with a dying fire in the corner and frost clouding over the window.]

[With Squirt standing over by the small Lalafellin sized wash basin, his back to Gaius, and while the older man can't see his face, the trembling, the faint sniffling and rapid breaths he can hear from the little paladin are perfectly telling.]

[He makes sure he can be heard approaching. When he kneels down next to Squirt, it's with a soft call of the young man's name, pale eyes falling to the stained gloves in the Lalafell's hands, and something twists in his chest, horribly tight, at the memory of what had happened here before. With a soft exhale of breath, Gaius reaches for him, one hand wrapping around the tiny gloves while the other wraps carefully around Squirt's own.]

Here. Let me take these.