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eyeminders. ([personal profile] seeingyou) wrote in [community profile] eyemindooc2020-08-10 11:05 pm
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test drive meme #1.

Hello, passengers and potential passengers!! Welcome to the first-ever [community profile] 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 [community profile] 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.
madengineersyndrome: (oh no plot happened)

we neED TO GO DEEPER

[personal profile] madengineersyndrome 2021-01-06 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Dreams, huh? What are those, anyway? Nightmares that aren't awful? Psssh, no such thing.

Well, at the very least they were a fair shake rarer now for someone who'd been through as much as the Warrior of Light, and this dream being somehow shared wasn't about to stop their mind from conjuring some of their worst fears. By the time they find themself scrambling across desert sands, cracked goggles pulled down uncharacteristically over their eyes and vision blurred with panic and tears, they're in no condition to notice someone in front of them.

The familiar voice spitting loud curses in their direction is the only thing that causes them to pause at all, and they fumble to a stop, nearly on all fours - had they been running on all fours? They already can't remember. But their body is tensed, their clothes ragged, their ears pressed backwards as far as they'll go and a too-long tail lashing behind them in agitation. They don't speak, but as far as Nero's concerned, this is a familiar face - and one that should very definitely not be here. One that should still be in the midst of the chaos behind them, dodging lasers and firing at "monsters" like the hero Eorzea so believed them to be.

...Or is it? There's something a little... off. Maybe their hair is a bit too white, a bit oddly fluffed. Certainly, the tie that normally keeps it in that braid has almost fallen out, and some of it has pulled loose. Maybe there's a subtle glow behind those goggles that really shouldn't be there, maybe their limbs look a tiny bit too long for their small frame, maybe their already pale skin looks almost bleached in the moonlight.

They freeze, wordlessly, and even behind the goggles there's a twist of fear on their face. Nero is little more than a vague red shape in front of them, but it's a shape they can still recognize - and not one they want to. Someone else they know. Someone else important to them, in however strange a way.

Someone else they can lose. (They almost did.) Someone else they can hurt. (They surely have.) They take a step back.]
nerological: (VI)

[personal profile] nerological 2021-01-06 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Off? Maybe. Maybe there was a lot off, maybe there was a little off, maybe the color was a little different, but the important features remained the same.

How did they get out here? What's going on? Why are they fleeing? Who cares, not him, evidenced by the sound of the machinery in that hammer warming up. That face is too familiar to let go without trying to break it. This wasn't how the memory went, this wasn't how it was supposed to go, but it was how he wanted it to go. Gaius must have chased them out, then. Must have turned the tide, alone, and the idea was at once both rallying and painful. He'd make up for it then.

There was no smug, smarmy banter for this, no crowing about inevitable victory. Instead, with a shout, he swung for the miqo'te, aiming to finish what he was so sure Gaius had started.
]
madengineersyndrome: (oops)

[personal profile] madengineersyndrome 2021-01-10 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[There's only a startled hiss as they leap away from the hammer's impact zone, seemingly knowing where it will land almost before Nero himself does. As difficult to land a good hit on as ever, with the Echo still in their arsenal.

They land a ways away, bracing on all fours - something's wrong with their legs; did they always bend like that? - and bristling like, well... a spooked coeurl.

A piece of glass falls out of their cracked goggles. Nothing's visible behind it - the light's simply too bright, a blinding white with a faint orange tint, like the sun itself.

But they don't strike back, don't try to run, they seem... frozen, uncertain. They open their mouth, exhale a glowing mist - but no words will come no matter how their throat tries to move.

Their weapon is missing. No gun or aetherotransformer. No bow, even. They don't seem any less a threat for it, however.]