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TEST DRIVE: April
Welcome to
empatheias' test drive meme. This test drive is to help interested players test their characters in the game's environment. We've included a few prompts that incorporate specific elements of the game, though you'll find all of them have a lot of leeway for players to get as creative as necessary. Before diving in, here are a few things we'd like to remind everyone about the game in general:- Date reminders. Reserves open March 25th and Applications (Canon | OC) open a week later on April 1st. Apps will only be open for four days!
- OC Reminder! Just a quick reminder that original characters are allowed. Those interested can also use the test drive. OCs do not need to be reserved.
- Emotions are key! Empatheias' premise focuses on how anyone's emotions can affect their environment, be it big or small. While not every emotion will cause a reaction, significant ones definitely will. How much effect a character will have will ultimately be up to you, the player. Also, while we're giving a lot of leeway for the test drive, keep in mind that there will be some limits in the actual game.
- Everyone has an amulet. All characters have a unique amulet that is specialized for them. It will contain all of their emotion drops and it serves as the network device. Remember, communication is telepathic. Otherwise, it works basically the same.
- Assume the character is already in the game. Because "OMG WHERE AM I IS THIS REAL LIFE" threads aren't going to be very helpful in this test drive! Plus, those are going to happen in-game, anyway. So to make things easier, just assume that they've been around at least a week or so. Still learning the ropes, but not a complete "first day" experience.
- First or third person allowed. Your threads can be in either first or third, but we'd advise being flexible about it. Remember, these threads can also be used in your application for samples! Reminder: We only require one sample and it can be done in either format. We have also made a change to our sample requirements, so look over the Applications page!
- Transfer to in-game. If accepted, you can assume threads made on the Test Drive happen in-game if the scenario can reasonably fit. These threads do not count toward AC.
Now with that out of the way, here are some prompts you guys can work from!
• Prompt A: How about giving the emotions a try?
• Prompt B: Refer to the Task Board and choose a task your character may be interested in taking up. For this prompt, you could have your character ask for help, already be in the middle of the job, or react to it in some way. Perhaps they were an unfortunate victim or want to create a job countering an existing one. You could even have a prompt making a job request. Creating jobs for the purpose of the test drive is absolutely doable.
• Prompt C: How about giving the amulets a go? Start a telepathic conversation and see how it works. Remember, the amulets are sending out the owner's thoughts so might want to be careful about how the stream of consciousness goes...
• Prompt D: The Verens Emergency Response Teams are running drills to make sure that the Verens populace, natives and Otherworlders alike, are prepared for any and all emergencies. This means large scale obstruction of public areas, traffic delays, businesses closing their doors temporarily in the name of professional cooperation... and, best of all, Otherworlder participation!
• Prompt E: Despite the rain and everybody coming down with colds during the month, everyone in Verens is still doing their best to get ready for next month's Flower Festival. And Otherworlders are definitely expected to help with prep work. After all, it's everyone's festival, so everyone should help make it the best it can be! So here's a few ways to help!
• Prompt F: With Verens trading with more and more cities out there, some shopkeepers have gotten an idea to try and increase sales by encouraging both citizens and Otherworlders to shop local by promoting a tour of various business in the merchant district! Though the crystal has been a little negative, they're still hoping the tour goes off without a hitch! After all, it's too late to postpone it.
• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include blueberries and/or buckets.
• Prompt B: Refer to the Task Board and choose a task your character may be interested in taking up. For this prompt, you could have your character ask for help, already be in the middle of the job, or react to it in some way. Perhaps they were an unfortunate victim or want to create a job countering an existing one. You could even have a prompt making a job request. Creating jobs for the purpose of the test drive is absolutely doable.
• Prompt C: How about giving the amulets a go? Start a telepathic conversation and see how it works. Remember, the amulets are sending out the owner's thoughts so might want to be careful about how the stream of consciousness goes...
• Prompt D: The Verens Emergency Response Teams are running drills to make sure that the Verens populace, natives and Otherworlders alike, are prepared for any and all emergencies. This means large scale obstruction of public areas, traffic delays, businesses closing their doors temporarily in the name of professional cooperation... and, best of all, Otherworlder participation!
- Alpha Lava: If you asked Team Alpha, they would say they drew the short straw. They are in charge of the volcanic eruption preparedness drill! This includes cordoning off sections of the merchant’s square and residential district to conduct the following tasks: evacuation drills, where random houses are the "willing participant" of loudspeaker announcements telling them they have thirty seconds to escape their homes before they die; dunamis training exercises, to determine who would be most able to hold back or freeze incoming pools of lava; and, most helpful, the role of victim mannequin. Posing still as a statue for several minutes at a time to simulate being encrusted by molten lava is a thankless job, but someone has to do it.
- Epsilon Epidemic: Team Epsilon's emergency preparedness drill is outbreak of a deadly disease! For this simulation, they will be rounding up helpful Otherworlder volunteers and distributing signs for them to wear around their necks. Following that, instructions are varied. Perhaps some people end up in quarantine, informed that Team Epsilon will shoot to kill anyone who escaped. Perhaps some people are under strict instruction to act out their sign to the best of their ability, and will be penalised if they don't! (What's the penalty? It's quarantine, or no gift bag, or both.) Perhaps they are simply dead and have to lie in the street all day. Yes, that's very boring. No, they don't have a choice. At the end of the simulation, all participants are given a gift bag filled with handmade cookies (courtesy of Team Epsilon's very own multi-talented Agent N) and gift certificate for a spa day for two. Most importantly: have fun!
- Gamma Grandstanding: Team Gamma ended up with the newest preparation drill. Its official title is "People With Indeterminate Motives" (PWIM for short) to keep from throwing a wrench in the Briarlan trade deal and offending sensibilities, but make no mistake: it is about knowing exactly what to do if pirates invade Verens and conduct a hostile takeover. Some Otherworlders will be placed specifically in local business - restaurants, independently owned shops, even the zoo - and trained how to protect them from PWIM. Some businesses will be targeted; others will be ignored entirely (hope you brought a deck of cards!). Other Otherworlders will be asked to play the pirates - sorry, PWIM - themselves, complete with lame costumes (eyepatches, fancy hats, fake parrots to sit on a shoulder, itchy peglegs) for the sake of immersion. Arr! Aye, avast!
• Prompt E: Despite the rain and everybody coming down with colds during the month, everyone in Verens is still doing their best to get ready for next month's Flower Festival. And Otherworlders are definitely expected to help with prep work. After all, it's everyone's festival, so everyone should help make it the best it can be! So here's a few ways to help!
- Sign Me Up: The Festival needs signs! Lots of signs. And lots of signs need lots of painters! Or one incredibly overworked painter, but in this case, they've decided to go the teamwork route, pairing up Otherworlders and having them make signs advertising various games at the festival! Sounds easy, right? But with emotion based paints in play, be careful. Too much negativity between partners and the wording will change, the paint could run, go too far in the other directions and the signs will be practically glowing, but possibly lead to claims of false advertising!
- Special Delivery Flower Festivals need lots of flowers, and people to transport those flowers! And thanks to handy tech exchange with Briarlan, this year there's some fancy containment units for transporting them. They're really just crates with some fancy looking meters attached, meant to open up when they reach the festival grounds. Unfortunately, these new inventions probably could've used some additional testing and are prone to opening randomly sending flowers all over the place! Try and collect as many as possible and bring them back to the grounds, the festival organizers would appreciate it.
- Flower Round Up! Or maybe painting signs and boxing flowers aren't your thing, so how about...corralling them? With all the good vibes in the air, it seems some of the flower arrangements have literally pulled up roots and are running around the festival. And you can't have a flower festival without flowers, so do your best to try and get them back where they belong before they run off to start some sort of flower civilization in the woods*.
*They probably will not form a flower civilization in the woods, but you never know.
• Prompt F: With Verens trading with more and more cities out there, some shopkeepers have gotten an idea to try and increase sales by encouraging both citizens and Otherworlders to shop local by promoting a tour of various business in the merchant district! Though the crystal has been a little negative, they're still hoping the tour goes off without a hitch! After all, it's too late to postpone it.
- On the Clock: The first stop is Click, Clack, Clock, a clock shop that offers delivery to anywhere on the island! Unfortunately, due to the poor weather, all of the delivery staff are out with colds, so they're looking for volunteers! And yes, you're on this walking tour, but don't be surprised if you're handed a bicycle and a clock and sent on your way to deliver a clock. Hopefully they remembered to tell you where to go before shoving you out the door.
- Shine On: Assuming you haven't been conscripted into the clock store's delivery force, the next stop is at Verens' very own Restoration Works, an establishment for restoring old antiques and making them look good as new. They've set up an interactive demo for everybody, so partner up and practice using your emotions to bring some shine back to some dull scraps of metal! Sorry guys, they're not going to let you work on anything really valuable during the tour, but if you show some promise, maybe they’ll hire you on in the future!
- Polg-Oh No: Finally, the tour will end with a nice relaxing meal at the Sweethearts Cafe. Or it was intended to be relaxing, anyway (who would've thought the antique store would be the calmest part of the tour?), but it seems no place is safe from the Polgo plague. Better keep an eye on your plates, otherwise the second you’re distracted, the small kitten-sized blue bugs might scurry up the table and try and run off with your food!
Even if you’re paying attention, they might give it a shot anyways. So be on your guard and ready to give chase if it happens!
• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include blueberries and/or buckets.
For your threads, put the Character Name and the Canon in the subject line to help readily identify them. You're also welcome to use more than one prompt for respondents to choose from. If you have any questions or want to brush up on the game information, refer to the Game Information entry. Otherwise, tag around and have fun!
jake muller | resident evil
[ Telepathy is bullshit, but considering all the crazy, messed up shit Jake's seen — both before and after coming here, to Verens, apparently, where ever that is — it isn't exactly the most unbelievable thing in the world anymore. Less bullshit, but still bullshit. It's an idea he's open to anyway.
What he's not open to is the reality of people being inside his head. That's a whole can of worms he never thought he'd open and he doesn't like what it entails. First he finds out he's related to a nutjob and now people are gonna be inside his head?
Still, connections are important. He's lost in every sense of the word. The weight of crystal amulet hangs heavy in his palm, and turns his gaze to look at it, rolls it in his hand this way and that. It's kinda pretty, reminds him of his mom — and with that sobering thought, he closes his fist over it, finds his resolve. ]
So, uh. I was told this lets me talk to people? Like some sort of walkie-talkie?
[ He presses his mouth over his fist as he speak/thinks into the amulet. That's how that works, right? Who knows. God, he looks like an asshole doing this. ]
God, I look like an asshole doing this.
[ Did that project? Oops. ]
prompt d.
[ Well, it's not the worst gig Jake's landed, but it does nothing for his dignity.
He's a pirate. A goddamn pirate. Not a badass pirate, but one of those party store pirates complete with a billowing brocade coat and feather hat.
The sad thing is that he's not even getting paid for this. ]
Dressing me up is one thing, but I'm not going to tell you that I'm here to steal your booty.
[ If he sounds dead inside, that's because he is. ]
prompt e.
A-CHOO!
[ Fuck flowers, seriously. At least it's better than the pirate thing. ]
Christ, sorry. [ A sniff. ] Can you help me pick this up? [ This being the former armful of flowers he picked up before he not-so conveniently sneezed them all away. Thanks for nothing, allergies. ]
wild card.
pm me or yolo. either way, go nuts!! 👍
C
Ahh, that is-yes, this is one way to talk to someone here. I'm guessing you just arrived.
no subject
[ What does a guy have to do for some semblance of normalcy around here? Oh wait, the guy’s saying something else. ]
I’m taking it this sort of thing happens here a lot?
no subject
Anyway. . .yea it does. Around the beginning of the month, people will suddenly just show up here from other worlds.
no subject
[ First telepathy and now alternate universes? Excuse him for being on edge, he gets defensive when everything he's known about reality gets turned on its head. ]
no subject
I know it's sounds really strange, but you'll come to accept it the more people you talk to. I've met others from an Earth world, but there are things in them that make them drastically different from my own, like a different history.
video;
Yeah, you can walk and talk with it at the same time, I don't think that make s a difference.
(Walkie-talkies don't exist in his world.)
no subject
You serious or are you just messing with me?
no subject
e
Anna blinks, startled and looks up at him.]
Are you okay?
no subject
[ Another sneeze wracks his body, and boy, did it hurt this time. ]
— me.
[ Bending to scoop up the flowers, he lets out an aggravated sigh. ]
So, you on delivery duty or are you — [ and he can’t believe he’s saying this ] — on catching duty?
wild card! (exploration or fightan monstars, your pick honeybuns)
[ Jill knew Raccoon City like the back of her hand. She thought she'd known the sewers, too, but the answers had been below them the entire time. Beneath the city, sprawling like that mansion. Just as tainted. It's a position she never wants to be in again, both in terms of awareness or travel (or escape).
She's been here for about a half a year now. Maybe not settled, but she knew it was time to familiarize herself better. The immediate area could be pictured, but her knowledge was still lacking. Above and below, both here and the other island, even if she'd heard all searches there had been fruitless. Maybe she'd never have the same urgency as she had back then, but you should always be prepared for the worst. The eventual. This brings her to the sewers. Though without a partner she technically wasn't here to fight so there was no reason to follow the Hunting Guild's rules. Sure, she might've already gotten into a few tiffs with a Razorant or so far, but she could pick up the heads later. If not, it was no big deal.
Jill can nearly retrace her steps and place where she is beneath the streets already, but that was without straying too far. In time, it might be second nature, but it would definitely take more time than she's already put in. She tucks away the small grooves in the walls or cracks in the pathways and other markings, like areas that were meant to be sequestered and inaccessible.
But she's still alert. Faint sounds, more steps than something dragging or in a group. A straggling monster that might be entirely different or a person. Bipedal. Knife twisted into her hand smoothly, legs apart, waist bent minutely forward. ]
If someone's there, I'm going to give you one chance to make yourself known.
[ Direct, but not harsh. A threat implied, just inching into her tone enough that she isn't mistaken for someone easy to take down or swindle. ]
why not a weird combination of both? :3c (also hi mom!!)
One minute he’s got his gun pulled, staring down the man who killed his father while the fate of the world rests on his shoulders. The next? Bam, he’s here. He remembers nothing but frustrated vocalizations and Sherry yelling for him not to shoot in his left ear. He remembers nothing but a whirlwind of turbulent emotions — anger, mostly, but also disbelief and resignation and other conflicting feelings he doesn’t even want to put a name to — and right as he pulls the trigger, he’s gone. Just like that.
All that anger dissipated into confusion. What the fuck. His sudden arrival led to a pretty hectic first couple of weeks. Getting back was the only thing on his mind, but it became increasingly obvious that finding a way back wasn’t in the cards, wasn’t an option right now. There were others there, like him, who had been pulled from their worlds, and they were all working to find their way back.
So, when it became apparent that he couldn’t leave the same way he came, Jake dug his heels in and hatched a plan. Sure, flowers uprooted themselves and walked around, and people communicated through thought, but Verens wasn’t completely different from his world. He’s a mercenary and, by extension, a survivalist — he knows how to adapt, and due to the similarities, adapting was easy.
(Relatively speaking. Emotions affecting surroundings and being used as commerce or whatever? Weird. He’ll probably never get used to that.)
Which is why he found himself in the sewers. Money was a language Jake spoke well and was very necessary for survival. He’d taken up some odd jobs here or there, but it was like fate threw him a bone when he’d spotted the flyer for the Beastmaster Hunting Guild. Monsters in the sewage system? With his skillset, it was a match made in heaven.
… but he’s disappointed. They made it sound like urgent business but he’s yet to find one anywhere. He’s pretty sure he’s been up and down these tunnels a dozen times with no Razorant in sight — and then he hears a noise.
Moving towards it, gun drawn, he stops when he hears a woman speak.
One chance, huh? Well, alright, then.
He makes himself known. His gun’s still drawn and his grip is still tight as ever, but he lowers it, raises a hand in surrender. An olive branch. ]
Relax, lady. You might hurt someone with that.
[ He points to the knife at her hand. She definitely looks like she knows how to use it. ]
o-oh i accept both propositions
Though Chris and Sheva's safety is more important than all else, a part of her can't help but desire the grim satisfaction from the hope of his demise. If not that, perhaps something would happen. Something that would allow him to be alive and interrogated. The BSAA wouldn't torture him like he did her, but it would be gratifying nonetheless. It is all of these thoughts that keep her gears moving, refusing to give in to that hopeless, disoriented feeling she'd had upon arrival here.
All this was now, was allowing her to heal and gather her bearings. Even if she'd forget this as many said she would, perhaps she'd be more ready to aid the fight whenever she returned.
(There's that little voice, that icy ghost whisper that reminds her if, if she returns.)
Fighting, though, was something she knew. Monsters draped in any skin were a specialty. It paid the most and kept her in shape, letting her muscle memory kick in. It gave her an immediate purpose, one she could accomplish at this very point. Not enough to push the urgency of what was occurring in Kijuju into the shadowy recesses of her thoughts, but enough to keep her going. Enough to let her create something instead of destroy it, to have something to call her own here.
Her eyes are drawn to the glint of metal from the gun, but she can't entirely place it in the dark. He's visible and for some reason seems familiar somehow; probably something from a crystal she'd vaguely heard or seen but paid not real mind to. Too many people here and too much time staying in one place. You start to notice people in the marketplace or in caravans.
She certainly notices him. ]
Might be my intention if you don't intend to holster your weapon.
[ It's a big risk, she knows. She might be able to reach for her own in time and counter him, but chances are it would be her combat knife against it. Come in fast, too fast, and close. That's the best course of action and one she's rather confident in -- assuming, of course. Still, with a fluid motion, she slips out of a fighting stance, legs closer together and shoulders more rigid; knife twists through agile fingers, held in a way that's not aggressive and is far from adequate for a stab or slice. Still held, but not as a threat.
She's borderline casual in how she continues, conversational in tone. It's her white flag, raised high above. ]
Thieves seem to be pretty fond of gathering down here and hiding out. If you're down here to hunt, you should be on the lookout for them, too, kiddo.
[ That's what he gets for the relax, lady. ]