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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.
bindsthedead: (art-shock)

Memory

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-08-14 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Sabriel's dream starts to bleed over before she appears- first there's a sudden chill, with tendrils of inky black spreading over and through the water, mist rising from the surface- and then, a figure, armed and armored, wading swiftly out of the mist towards the shore.]

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.]
313_248_317_60: (Headtilt)

[personal profile] 313_248_317_60 2020-08-14 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Not identical. Not in their iteration, or success rate. Not in the chances that some models had so carelessly wasted. Still, Connor's reflection (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.]
bindsthedead: (art-breath)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-08-14 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Then how do I leave?

[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?
313_248_317_60: (to Amanda‚ you know)

[personal profile] 313_248_317_60 2020-08-15 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Why she's holding a sword is... equally bewildering. Connor scans the human, then glances back to the shape out on the water. Amanda hasn't noticed? But—of course she would. She would know anything that happened here—stop anyone who tried to intrude...

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.
bindsthedead: (art-breath)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-08-16 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know how I got here- I was in Death before, so someone must have brought my body here. [Except that doesn't make sense- wouldn't she have noticed if someone moved it? And why can't she remember where she was before she walked into Death?

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.]