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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★ — light up the night

[ Well! It has been quite the adventure turning up in space so far from home, knowing no one and no one knowing her. (Besides that little unresolved issue of having spotted one Kururugi Suzaku in their introductory video, but that Euphie's working on that on the side.) After the initial disorientation, it's rather been a breath of fresh air. She's worried about everyone, of course. Her brothers are all fairly hopeless in their own personal ways, and although Cornelia is remarkable and ruthlessly effective person, even she isn't immune to needing gentle reminders to relax and take a breath and step back from a given situation.

Still, she trusts them to manage in her absence. Even with the political powder keg they were sitting on, at the end of the day Euphie is fundamentally optimistic and hopeful for the future, for the world.

Nothing to do with the present situation but make the most of it.

So, naturally, she's taken to the festivities like a fish to water, flitting delightedly from game to dance to feast. She tries a little of everything, and she keeps an eye out for anyone on the outskirts of the celebration, her instinct one not to let anyone feel left out even when she's a guest herself in this place.

If she does spot you in a corner, or off to the side, or trying not to be noticed, she comes right over, a plate of some kind of sweet, gooey dessert in hand. ]

Hello there! Have you tried this? I know it doesn't look it, but it's delightful. You must try it.

[ And then she tries to spoon some into your mouth, airplane style. ]

★ — we need to go deeper

[ She's standing in a field of flowers. It reminds her of the Imperial Villa but not quite. The blossoms are similar, and the structures in the distance are hazily familiar, but when she tries to focus too much on them they ripple away like reflections in water.

And yet, it's not too strange. She's happy here. It's so, so beautiful, and the skies are clear, and it smells like sun and spring and all the best days of childhood, a crown of flowers atop her head. Everyone is safe and well. She just has to wait. Someone is meeting her here, someone important. As long as she's patient, all will be well.

She hums to herself, walking among the flowers, hand trailing over their silken petals. A breeze sweeps through the field, and the flowers take wind as butterflies, filling the skies with their shimmering, fluttering colors. It takes her breath away, and she stands back in her wonder.

It would be a lovely thing, it they could all just stay here forever. ]

★ — stop hitting yourself

[ As far as Euphie can tell, someone's just turned out the lights. One minute she was walking down a nondescript hall, the next she lurches into darkness, unable to see her own hand in front of her face. ]

...oh dear. [ Blinking several times, trying to see if her eyes will adjust to the light, she thinks perhaps there are simply no lights in this hall, or the blackout is widespread and there are no exterior windows close enough to let in any outside light. She fumbles around until she feels a wall, then slowly proceeds down the hall in the direction she was going, a little unsure of what to do besides wait for the lights to come back. She's not familiar enough with the ship not to be hopelessly lost without the ability to read location placards and signs. ]

Hello? Is anyone there? [ Maybe someone out there is as lost as she is. Strength in numbers and all that. So she calls out. ] Hello, anyone? Does anyone know what's happened...?

[Now this--this is much more his speed. A nice bonfire, actual dirt under his feet, free food, and best of all, ale. Decent stuff, too--and Trevor's set himself up with a nice cozy place on the outskirts of the fire, full to bursting and toasty warm, working himself into a pleasantly inebriated state while the locals go about their harvest festivities. Yes, this is much better than that ship. Maybe he'll stay behind, they've got to have some sort of monsters out there that need slaying, right? Or...bears, or something...monster bears...wolves...his pelt has been getting a little worn lately, the miles he's put on it--

The thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a cheerful, girlish voice offering him some kind of food, he presumes, and he's looking up from his tankard in order to decline when--]

Mmngph--!

[Yeah that. Sure is a spoon she just. Crammed in his mouth there. What. What is happening. Who is this pink-haired custard-wielding terror.]

What--

[He manages around the spoon, choking just a little, and....promptly spilling the last dregs of his tankard on her shoes. Whoops. Sorry, Euphie.]

_{[ 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. ]}

_{[ This is exactly the kind of person that he doesn't want to deal with right now. Charming, friendly, bubbly. He's the perfect target for her antics, too. Off to the side in his own brooding session all the while watching the bonfire. Just because it was an easy distraction.

If he could somehow get the formula right, maybe he could get out of here and proceed back home. He had a lot of important business back home. Fate of the world kind of business.

The airplane spoon just irritates him further. It's because he looks like a kid, isn't it? Quickly, he grabs Euphemia's wrist, preventing her to proceed further. ]}

I don't do sweets.

_{[ I'm sorry. He's a cranky old man. ]}

[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. ]}

Oh dear.

[ It's a mild exclamation at best, the fact of there being terrible smelling alcohol splashed all over her shoes and hem of her skirt met with nothing more than a startled, owlish blink. But then her attention is all back on him because she did just cause him to choke a little, which of course hadn't been her intention in the least. ]

Are you quite all right? I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you weren't ready for it.

[ But he had opened his mouth so sportingly...? She puts her hand out to clutch his elbow in hopes of steadying him. ]

Do you need some water or something?

[ The airplane spoon is an equal opportunist, as is Euphie. Trevor got the airplane spoon, any of her siblings would get the airplane spoon including Schneizel, and this delightful young man naturally also gets the airplane spoon.

Having her wrist caught makes her blink, looking startled and perhaps a little disappointed underneath it. ]

Oh. I beg your pardon then. [ She recovers quickly, expression melting into a warm smile as she quickly spoons the rest of the custard into her own mouth so as not to waste food, sets the plate aside, and then turns her hand where he has it held and suddenly they're holding hands. It's like magic. Just a little flick of the wrist and now you're trapped. ]

Shall we go find something more to your liking?

[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.

_{[ He doesn't care. He got the spoon from his robot nanny back when he was an actual child and not an old man crammed into a young body. No more airplane spoons. None ever.

His shoulders relax when he realizes she's going to leave him alone, hopefully, but then she goes and holds his hand? Just like that? His hands that have long been stained with blood of countless victims. Oh God, why do people insist on touching him?

Five retracts his hand. Fast. ]}

Sure. Let's go find something more to my liking.
Without the hand holding.

_{[ He can't help but to draw back his surly attitude with her. She seems so young and innocent. Maybe a part of him wants to make sure she doesn't get hurt if she's this openly friendly with strangers. ]}

[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.]

[ii. the mind palace]

[The last person anyone would expect to have a place like this in their memories is Trevor Belmont. After all, the man's illiterate, and this library seems to go on forever, stretching into the darkness, rows upon rows of books in many languages interrupted by the occasional display case. The room is cavernous, smelling of cool, faintly damp earth and paper, leather and dust. In this corner, there's a giant, cracked mirror that doesn't exactly seem to reflect the person looking into it. In another, a suit of armor that clearly didn't help its last wearer, judging by the rust-colored stains around the hole in the center that could be something very different from rust. And around that corner...a display case, full of skulls that appear to be human, though if you look closer, you can see strangely elongated fangs, wickedly sharp and glinting in the torchlight.

Trevor is standing in front of that case, and in his hands is a skull that's barely the size of a fist. A child, perhaps. A child with those same long, deadly fangs.]

All this knowledge. Centuries of tradition, learning....all for this.

[He sounds strangely contemplative, wistful almost, as he talks to himself. His head lifts suddenly, though, as he seems to hear footsteps, looking out towards the eyes he can feel watching from the shadows.]

Sypha? Alucard?

[iii. young man shouts at space]

[Right, okay. This is fine. This is probably fine. There's a ringing in his ears, a silence that's deafening, but honestly he's had worse during a hangover. It doesn't start to click that there's something seriously wrong as he leaves his bunk until he cracks his knee on the hilt of his shortsword in its scabbard, hanging on the back of the small chair, and realizes he can't hear a single bloody word of the string of curses he lets out.

He won't let panic sink in. He won't. Instead, he experiments with hitting a few surfaces with varying levels of hardness, digs around in his ears with a finger, tries equalizing the pressure--nothing. Still nothing but that silence. Only one thing left to try:

Making his way more carefully towards the intercom, Trevor flips the talking switch, which means the rest of the ship is now treated to his slightly slurred and far too loud voice.]

OI!! Someone tell me what's going on! Why's all the sound gone? My hearing's gone funny, Navi, what the hell's going on out there--

[Please stop him before he deafens the rest of the ship.]

[wildcard]

((Come at me with your best shot, or hit me up at amurderofbees#8035 @ the disco for a custom starter!))

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.

[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.]

[Oh dear is right. Although honestly the smell could just as easily be him, or that atrocious cape around his shoulders that looks like it's seen better days...someone really needs to explain the nicer parts of modern hygiene to this man.

Disgruntled, he looks down at his tankard, now empty as the last drop hangs from the rim and sadly splashes to the ground, coughing and finally heaving a sigh.]

I was opening my mouth to say no. Ugh, my ale...

[Why is this his life, is this still the Belmont curse, someone please tell him how many gods he's pissed off for this....]

_{[ 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?

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?

[What is with these dreams and libraries? Sheesh. At least this one seems pretty interesting--part library, part macabre museum. She pokes around examining the artifacts with a curious air, up until the guy--the only other person around here--speaks up to her.

Well, to the people he seems to hope she is.]

Neither. Sorry. [She wanders out from behind the bookshelves, glancing around before she focuses in on him.SHe wrinkles her nose a little at the sight of the skull, before raising an eyebrow at him.]

Are you going to start reciting Hamlet?

[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...]

[Well, this was pleasant. Not even Miu could hold onto her grumpier thoughts or pretend to be completely indifferent to the beauty and sense of calm that permeated around the place.

She takes a breath and releases it slowly, letting some of her tension go with it. It is, she begrudgingly has to admit to herself, rather breathtaking. There's a girl that appears to be right at home here among the flowers, like she was born to wear that flower crown and be one with nature, untouched by the passage of time or marching on of technology. Then the breeze kicks up and Miu raises a hand to shield herself from the sudden shower of petals, making a slightly sour face as it subsides]

Hey--!

A. Go Deeper - Memory

Sleep is a human affectation. Machines merely go into stasis: an intermittent procedure that permits their systems to defragment and integrate any unprocessed memories. And Connor #313 248 317-60 is a machine.

Perhaps it's fitting, then, that the shift from file processing to dream comes during a memory that isn't his. Connor knows the clean expanse of Cyberlife's Zen Garden: neat white paths encircling a pond and the island at its center. But this Connor, #313 248 317-60, has never seen the Garden quite so... warm.

A scatter of flowers line the pathways. Birds take flight. The trees are a riot of bright color, the air crisp on your tongue. The space is still idyllic—still so full of life and hope—but summer has begun to fade. And if you cast your gaze across the water, you can spot the reason why. A small boat is doing lazy circles through the water, occupied by a woman with a regal bearing and an android you might know.

Odd, considering what looks like the same android is standing at the water's edge. His stare is fixed on his copy, face utterly expressionless as his LED blinks: red.

B. Stop Hitting Yourself - Disassembly

Connor models are designed to gather information. A malfunction in his senses is unacceptable—and something, naturally, that needs correcting right away.

Which is probably how the current situation started. Anyone who walks into this lounge will find the RK800 seated by one of the small tables: skin peeled back to reveal a white exoskeleton in lieu of his usual face. A socket gapes next to one ear, bereft of a part the android is currently inspecting. If Connor's frown is any sign, he hasn't yet found the problem.

[[ooc: I'll match spam or prose!]]

Well, that’s not a sight one expects to see when walking into the lounge for a casual hangout. Jack wastes no time or effort on pleasantries (or tact, for that matter) and bluntly asks: “Is your face supposed to look like that?”

It’s possible. The city she just left behind was run by robots, and not all robots look the same. But it’s best to be sure, right?

Scanning...

Biocomponent #4109j: Audio Processor
> COMPATIBLE
> UNDAMAGED

Connor dismisses the results. Scans again. Rotates the part in his hands, searching for any minute contamination or misshapen flaw. Absolutely everything appears to be correct.

He tilts his head, reaching behind the artificial shell of his apparent ear to inspect the socket—and stills as the motion brings a strange human into view. Her lips are moving, evidently the tail end of some comment his damaged systems failed to pick up.

...This is intolerable. Connor meets her stare, lips curving in a brittle imitation of politeness that utterly fails to reach his voice.

"My auditory systems are malfunctioning."

Whatever she wants, he didn't hear.

Hmm... [ Though Euphie briefly considers a more apologetic stance, as she did cause the poor man to both choke on unexpected custard and spill his drink, she looks him over again and decides no, this particular man needs a firmer hand than that. So she plants her hands on her hips and gives a quick shake of her head. ]

I think you've had quite enough of that. Come along.

[ She takes him up by the arm and begins to drag. ]

I'm Euphie. I didn't quite catch your name...?

Hm? [ Blinking as the hand is snatched away, Euphie looks a little disappointed but allows it, since even little men like this definite child here are allowed to set their own boundaries. But she so likes to hold hands. Alas.

Maybe he'll warm up to her.

(No, Euphie, young men aren't cats. Or are they? She's 16, the jury's still out on a lot of things.)

That thought brightens her mood nonetheless, and she gestures for him to come along. If you won't hold her hand, she's just going to have to hover to make sure you stay close. ]

So, what do you like to eat? I'm Euphie, by the way. Are you here alone?

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test drive meme #1.

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light up the night

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