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

[nerological]

[A double take wouldn't be the right word, that would necessitate looking away from the really, almost comically familiar face that had appeared right in front of him. Comical only in the sense that it was so outrageously, outlandishly impossible to see that face here, in the middle of the sodding desert, that he had no choice but to either find it funny, or to start questioning his own sanity.

... Couldn't help but do a little of both. Might be a bit comical for the other man as well, the look on Nero's face, surprised, confused, alarmed. It was almost enough, almost enough, to convince him just to stay down. He'd hit his head most certainly, perhaps in shock... But that creeping feeling of familiarity with this situation, Solus zos Galvus notwithstanding, lent itself to a more metaphysical conclusion. One that even now, he wouldn't immediately entertain. He'd been asked a question and he felt compelled to answer. Why should it not? He couldn't help it, the scoff that escaped him, shaken to his core by every part of this situation to the point where it was almost impossible to keep up any sort of charade.]

... I cannot triumph over this, over them- [He flung his hand towards the burning Praetorium, the decimated castrum] if I'm dead. What good is honor and glory to a corpse? A dead man is a dead man, nothing more.

[The tone was vitriolic, and he visibly seemed to clamp down on his tongue the second he'd finished it, his mind still trying to wrap itself around the person standing in front of him. Impossible, absolutely impossible.]

[unnecessaryflourishes]

[For all that his very presence is incongruous at best and so odd to be all but impossible at the worst, he does at least seem to listen to Nero's case. True, the Praetorium is still smoldering in the background and it's not impossible that whatever troops are still in the middle of the siege (if it can be called that and if they can be called that, when he suspects he knows who Lahabrea might have managed to bait to Castrum and Praetorium both) might deign to look for those who might have managed to escape. But in the here and now, Solus stands, unconcerned about what might happen.

(And why should he? Though he is merely stepping back into an old role, Emet has little enough to fear from anything that might happen, here in scorched sands of Thanalan.)]

And what of those that yet remain within those walls? Do your comrades not deserve your consideration?

[He is not - yet - asking Nero to actually brave those flames. To see who yet might have lived, if anyone. But the quirk of his eyebrow with those words suggests that neither has he entirely decided it might be worth it to spare Nero a deserter's fate - and even the fact that he's considering sparing him might be as much due to the fact he serves under Gaius rather than any other legatus.]

[nerological]

... Lord Van Baelsar does not require my direct aid. I've provided him all that he needs for victory. [That much he can say, at least.

A defector, yes, a deserter, most certainly but he'd still managed to give Gaius the upper hand. This he was certain of. As for the others, the grunts and soldiers and yesmen well... he didn't even think about them. Why would he?]

My mechanical expertise first and foremost, and what time I've bought for him, he'll surely be right at the doors of the Ultima Weapon's chamber now.

All who deserve my consideration have received it already.

[But with that said and done, questions of his own were cleaving their way through the cloud of... he wouldn't call it panic.] But now, I turn my consideration to the here and now: not often I converse with ghosts of the past, which makes me wonder just how hard Eorzea's Champion managed to hit my head.