eyemindooc | test drive meme #1.

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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!

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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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_{[ Taken from the end of season 1, so don't worry about coming across any spoilers for season 2! ]}

1. LIGHT UP THE NIGHT;

_{[ You know, it just is his luck to rev up his powers as the apocalypse was raining down on them as we speak to zip off and end up on some unknown ship, separated from his family. A part of him feels like it was something done in error on his part and another part of him was described with a singular word of "shit."

Wrestling with concern and perhaps a bit of self-loathing, Five was itching to get off the ship where ever they decided to land. Of course, it's something cheerful like a festival going on, but he had no other excuse than to participate.. or at least be here and look for any means of alcohol. Or, at least, someone with alcohol that was willing to share with someone who.. appeared a lot younger than he actually was. Being 58 in a 13 year old body was rough.

He's still in a cursed uniform, adorable shorts with knee high socks and all, dammit. Is he ever going to get other clothes?

Whether or not your character has alcohol on them, Five is going to approach his target, hooking his first within the closest piece of their clothing he can get a hold of. ]}

You're going to tell me where I can get liquor around here whether you like it or not.

_{[ A beat, before he grabs with his other fist: ]}

Or a decent cup of coffee. Capisci?

_{[ He's small. 5'3". But menacing. ]}

2. WE NEED TO GO DEEPER;

_{[ Wanna get a closer look into Five's brain? Hope you're ready for tons and tons of trauma, but this particular dream there is a lot of.. nothing. A vast wasteland where buildings that once stood have crumbled to the ground. There is nobody, no establishments for miles and miles, it seems. The heat is smoldering.

What someone might see is what appears to be the last standing library. A closer venture inside, one might discover Five there, flipping through books and books with a nice pile of them next to him, presumably those he read. He seems engrossed in his reading to really notice anyone nearby.

I mean, anyone nearby in the apocalypse.. that was silly thinking anyway. He was the last survivor, after all. ]}

[As if this night couldn't get any better after the attack custard earlier, now here Trevor is, about to lose yet another tankard of ale as he finds himself being dragged forward by a fist in his shirt to face....

A very, very menacing child. Wearing--what is he wearing? Look at his knobby little knees, sticking out--

Okay, so laughter is probably the wrong answer, and he probably deserves that second fist in his shirt, bunching the embroidered insignia over his left chest, but he can't quite restrain the mirthful snort that escapes as the corners of his lips curl upward. Oh, this is cute.]

Easy there, son, no need to get violent about it. Pull up some dirt, there's an empty cup around here somewhere, if you aren't fussy about whether or not it's been used.

_{[ "No need to get violent about it." That was just it, though. That's how The Commission trained him to be, and although he had broken his contract, the training was fierce-- merciless. He was one of their best, after all. Sometimes, when particularly distraught, Five forgot you could just talk things out. Like a decent being.

Son makes him scowl though. ]}

I've been alive since before you were a thought, you zygote.

_{[ He does release Trevor, though. The tankard of ale isn't completely lost. Not until Five takes it from his hold and kicks the drink back, downing it at a surprisingly fast pace, especially for someone his size. He doesn't want to talk to Trevor. He just wants to get plastered. That's all he's wanted for the longest time. Ever since he became separated from his family.

He returns the tankard to Trevor's hand as fast as he took it, though, now it's empty. Some of it was lost in their jostling, but that was still a good amount of alcohol he took in.

Five smears the inside of his wrist over his lips wordlessly. ]}

[Honestly like he's got any room at all to talk. Trevor "man nor fucking beast" Belmont's usual answer is punch it or drink it, but he can't exactly do either of those to the kid in front of him--even if he isn't a kid as he claims to be.]

Hey--!

[It's uncertain whether the exclamation is for the insult or the theft of his drink, but he will admit to a certain amount of impressed for how bold the move was and how he chugged the ale like it was nothing. Not that he's going to show that impression, instead a moody scowl descending over his face as he looks into the empty mug.]

Not what I bloody meant, you know, and what in the nine hells is a zygote?

[FORTUNATELY, there's a cask right over here, so all he has to do is lean on over, refilling the tankard before wordlessly shoving it at the teen and getting one for himself. Whatever, it's fine, probably cleaner than the water on this planet.]

A zygote. A zygote is a eukaryotic cell formed by a fertilization event between two gametes. It is the earliest developmental stage. Basically, it means you're young.

And undeveloped.

So take that how you want.

_{[ He doesn't want to linger since he can tell this guy is hardly worth his time, so he starts to leave, only to be presented with his own pint. Nice. You've earned his interest. Or.. at least kept him nearby. ]}

... Alright.
Undeveloped, but generous.

I'll develop you, you cheeky bastard. Where I'm from, I'm basically an old man, so you ought to show some sort of respect. How old are you, thirteen?

[Never mind the fact that he's a little fuzzy on his own age. Birthdays aren't the sort of thing that matters all that much when your entire family is dead and everyone spits on their memories, and you spend the rest of your formative years fighting just to survive. But whatever. He's just going to continue to down his pint before the teenager decides to steal this one, too.]

[well, this is just wrong. not necessarily the post-apocalyptic wasteland, that actually isn’t terribly surprising, but the part where this feels like a dream. and jack hasn’t been able to dream since her Devouring, more than half of her lifetime ago. and she’s pretty sure it’s not any corner of the Primordial Dream she knows of, because there’s too much light, not enough shadow, and she still looks human.

it’s probably too much to hope for that she might find working wifi at the library, but a girl’s gotta check anyway, right? only jack ends up finding five and his stack of books instead, chuckling lightly at the sight of him as she slowly approaches.]

Did you ever watch that old TV show, The Twilight Zone? This place reminds me of an episode.

_{[ Honestly, Five wishes he had that luxury. To not dream and to not nightmare. But unfortunately, his upbringing, countless assassinations and the overall end of everything haunted him when he tried to sleep more often than he'd like to admit.

He's aware this is a dream of some sort, but people didn't show up even in his apocalypse dreams, so there is a little surprise there but Five reacts by simply closing his book and looking up. ]}

Maybe Sigmund Freud was onto something when he documented dream telepathy, but I have a funny feeling this is a little different than that since you're physically here. Some kind of oopsie in your own astral projection and possibly mine too. Eh. Stuff like that happens.

_{[ He has no need to active defensive around her since he knows what this is a dream, but he's a little puzzled on how she got here. ]}

How'd you end up here to your knowledge?

Freud was a cokehead misogynist who was obsessed with dicks, [she says, punctuated with a saccharine smile.] I have about as much use for his ideas as a goldfish has for a bicycle.

[but the (not)kid is right - this isn’t a normal dream. it’s too solid, too bright.]

I’ve never astrally projected without intent before. I actually have no idea how I ended up here ... or where here is ... or who you are. [jack studies five quizzically for a moment, searching for anything about him to return data in her memory banks. no results.] Who are you?

_{[ Where does he start? Strange baby with superpowers that was bought by a billionaire or old man stuck in a 13 year old's body? ]}

Maybe stick around and find out. I've only seen one other person in this environment you're in, even if it isn't real.

It once was very real to me.

[hey, jack’s a midwest millennial hacktivist with no soul and a literal monster side. stranger things, etc.]

Do I look like I’m going anywhere? [she gives five a hint of a grin and sits down on the floor near him and the stack of books.] So this is your dream? That makes sense, it didn’t look like one of mine. Didn’t feel right, either. What happened when you were here before?

_{[ Another thing he doesn't know where to begin. Does he talk about how everyone mistreated his sister caused a lot of pent up anguish until she went crazy and blew up the moon? Probably not the best first impression. Unlike some of his siblings, Five isn't entirely honest if he doesn't need to be. ]}

Well. I walked a lot... alone. Mostly alone, at least. You know, it's the end of everything, so you get creative about what to do.

_{[ Why does he sound so nonchalant about this? Usually he's a lot more.. distressed. Maybe cause it's a dream and apart of him thinks she won't remember this later.. or maybe he's curious of her reaction. ]}

[family stuff’s complicated - jack gets that. she’s an only child, orphaned by circumstances she caused by mistake, estranged from the rest of her extended family. but she also gets the need for omitting details, sometimes.

and if five’s wondering what jack’s reaction will be to his story, he’ll find nothing but sympathy. her expressions are typically subdued and small, but there are tells in the way her mouth purses tightly and the way she quietly hums in acknowledgement.]

It’s not easy to be alone. I mean, sometimes it is, but not always. And there’s a difference between the type of alone you can be in a crowd of people and the type of alone you’re stuck with in isolation.

[she’s well-acquainted with both types.]

But you survived, right? The end of everything.

[You know, it's not every day that she wishes she was back on that haunted-ass mountain full of dead people and rain, but compared to this? It might as well have been paradise.

She wanders, picking her way through the rubble with a vague curiosity, but she doesn't seem too disturbed. This can't be real, not to her, so mostly she just feels...bored.

At least until she discovers someone else. She rests her hands on her hips, tilting her head as she peers at the piles of books and then at the boy reading it.]

At least someone's having fun out here. [Her tone is dry, deadpan, and she huffs a little, just glad to be out from under the heat of the sun.]

I wouldn't call it fun.
_{[ Whatever he's reading, it looks way too smart and boring. Five can't help but look around, a little perplexed. ]}

How did you..

_{[ Yeah. Empty for miles. He turns back to her. ]}

You're an illusion, right?

[SHe considers this question for a moment, then wanders over to kick him none-too-gently on the leg.]

Does it feel like an illusion? I just woke up here. [For a given value of 'woken up,' she supposes. She's not sure if he's not the illusion, or if the world itself in an illusion or what.

She's spent enough time wandering around in peoples' memories before to figure this might be something similar, she just doesn't know how or why. After all, she hasn't touched this guy to get access to those memories before...]

_{[ His posture quickly stiffens when she actually touches him and in a faint glow and a woosh sound, dropping the book he had in his hand, Five disappears and reappears a safer distance apart, now standing and glaring at her. ]}

Don't touch me. What are you trying to prove by that?

_{[ Other than.. they're not illusions, but okay, Five. He's just prickly. ]}

That's it? Really?

_{[ She most have projected herself into one of his dreams which is.. extremely invasive and rude tbh. However, it doesn't sound intentional, so ... ?? ]}

If it was an illusion, you wouldn't be able to feel it, right? [Duh. And despite the fact she's physically older than him by a good 4 years or so...she's about 3 inches shorter. She tries not to think about that.

She shrugs and nods though at the question, brow furrowing as she looks around uneasily.] Never had that happen before. Not by accident like that.

So this is what you dream about? Reading books in a blow up city? [How boring!]

[Georgia stiffens, her expression losing all trace of expression under her sunglasses. But just because she's very good at not showing emotion doesn't mean she doesn't feel it. Her voice snaps out, each word sharp as a knife.]

You will let go of me and take at least three steps back. [A beat. Her tone drips with sarcasm as she adds back:] Capisci.

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Very well.

_{[ In an instant, Five disappears in thin air, reappearing right at three steps back. His arms fold over his chest, not seeming irritated by her sharp tone. It's nice to talk to someone who also doesn't have time for anyone's shit, apparently. ]}

This better to your liking, lady? Can we have a conversation from here, then?

_{[ He'll admit, his initial impression wasn't the greatest. But he's a desperate guy with simple needs right now that seem to be hard to come by. ]}

[Well, he certainly just... teleported. That's not something Georgia's used to. It's only years of refusing to let emotions show on her face and the sunglasses that hide any emotions that leak into her eyes that keeps her from reacting.

Instead, she straightens her blazer and shoots him an annoyed look.]

The name is Georgia, not lady. But yes. That's acceptable.

[As it turns out, there are a surprising number of handholds on Emet-Selch's customary outfit, between the fur-trimmed half-jacket and the fact that the rest of it could best be considered a robe. On the other hand, he doesn't seem to be the least bit impressed with being grabbed, and in fact, sets about attempting to (not entirely gently) remove Five's hand from his clothes.]

And if I should choose not to?

[It's not a direct refusal to. Not yet at any rate. But he's not exactly used to taking orders either - and has been menaced by any of a number of foes over the course of his life time besides. One more person doing so is hardly going to make a significant difference.]

_{[ He allows his hands to be removed only to settle by his sides, his palms still curled into fists. He's just.. a little distressed. Well, very distressed. And alcohol takes the edge of.. significantly. Coffee was just nice. It helped him think. ]}

If you choose not to because you simply don't have an answer for me, that's fine.
If you choose not to and you do have the answer for me, I'll make you wish you would have told me sooner.

_{[ It's a threat? Absolutely. ]}

[The way Five's hands are curled into fists even after having been removed doesn't escape Emet's notice. He's hardly going to comment about it (why should he, just yet?) but he's aware of it, even though it shows in neither his expression nor his voice when he answers.]

What, are you unable to find either by yourself?

[It's not an answer. But it's not a refusal to answer either, for all that there is a very distinctly mocking sort of tone in his voice all the same.]

[ She's not much of a fan of people grabbing at her, and definitely not when they're trying intimidate her. And that means there's definitely a look down at the hand on her shirt that makes it clear that he had best unhand her. Then again, there's a part of her glad that he'd bothered her of all people. For one, she's not one of their hosts, so he can't cause an incident. For another, well... if she has to toss him into a hay pile, she can. ]

I'm sure I can help you find something... but you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, son.

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