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TEST DRIVE: NOVEMBER

— TEST DRIVE: NOVEMBER —


Welcome to [community profile] 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 Tuesday, October 25 and Applications (Canon | OC) open Tuesday, November 1st.

  • 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!

Now with that out of the way, here are some prompts you guys can work from!


PROMPTS

• 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 Boreas Harvest Festival is fast approaching, and the farmers are trying hard to work through the bleak weather conditions to get their crops in before they go bad from all the apathy. All hands on deck—but there may be too many unwanted hands roaming around.

  1. Scarecrows. The scarecrows that have been set up as a festive reminder of the time of year have unfortunately come under the influence of some errant strong emotions from the farm hands that work in the fields. Unfortunately that includes trying to ward off anyone who enters the fields with pitchforks and is one of them carrying a torch? Maybe if they can be convinced that you are trustworthy they will calm down.

  2. Invading rabbits. There are ton of rabbits ravaging the carrot patches. They're easily frightened, but some are more tenacious than others. Beware of the white rabbit with red eyes.

  3. Save the crops! Several batches are already starting to spoil! The only thing that can save them is dumping as much positive emotions into them. Joy of good food, hope for a bountiful meal, love of eating—whatever will work. Just be careful. Too much and those things might grow and explode…


• Prompt E: Aiada, the Arehtei of appreciation and jealousy, has sent a personal request for those who are interested. There is a small island just beneath Empatheias that she has been cultivating over the many centuries. She wishes to contribute to the Harvest Festival with some seeds and spores. However, the recent atmosphere has also reached down there, and now it's all a mess! Giant mushrooms replaced the trees and there's slime and mold everywhere. The cure? Aside from getting a lot of heavy duty cleaners and pushing it off, appreciation will go a long way to help.

  1. Goop brigade. Grab that bucket and shovel and clear the goop out! Just be careful not to have too much get on you—jealousy might take over.

  2. Appreciation balls. To help hasten the effort, Aiada has given several tubs filled with light, green orbs. Once channeled with enough appreciation, they can be used as mini-grenades to help explode and wash the area with more positive energy. Those caught in the blast won't be harmed. If anything, they'll just be very thankful.

  3. Watch the ledges. Careful, it's a fairly small island and the goop and slime has made things slick. If you fall… That's not a good way to go, let's just say that.


• Prompt F: Various parties are interested in the emotion shards scattered all over Thera. But this time around, the focus is on the medical laboratory as the equipment and potential research there is also of interest. For three days those who volunteer are sent back to try and gather as much as possible—but of course this won't be easy.

  1. Skeletal Scientists. The remains of the scientists who once worked in these rooms are still lurking, ready to protect their work. Fortunately they're relatively weak nerds, so not too difficult to dispatch. Just be careful.

  2. Flying equipment. The various medical equipment has also taken life, scalpels and needles flying everywhere and stethoscopes ready to strangle.

  3. Questionable liquid. Most of the easy shards have already been taken, leaving the more difficult to retrieve ones left. In particular they're found in strange, dark pink liquid. It's mostly harmless—except that upon contact intense waves of grief and suffering will course through. The longer the exposure, the worse it is. So hopefully a bucket full of it doesn't fall on you…


• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include feathers and/or confetti.


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!
a_noble_flame: ([011])

[personal profile] a_noble_flame 2016-10-19 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[That does a lot for her opinion on him honestly. The blonde looks thoughtful then.]

Well... there should be one. Don't most towns have at least one flower shop?

[Well, do they? She's never had to look for one herself. The dilemma is chewed on for a moment and then she gives a decisive nod.]

The only way to find out is to search for one.

[RIGHT. With her course of action decided, Alice does marching off once again.]
fistfulofbullets: (Default)

[personal profile] fistfulofbullets 2016-10-19 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
McCree can't help the grin that spreads across his face as he sees the Scarecrows lining up, in almost a neat little line. Nice and easy- and really, really dumb. The only thing easier than these straw monstrosities might be a rookie Talon operative.

"Well, you know what they say, Winston- if they only had a brain." He tips his hat up with the barrel of his pistol.

"When I reload, cover me, alright, partner?" Only request he'll really need to make- together, they'll be more than enough to get these Scarecrows knocked down.
fistfulofbullets: (Hide in plain sight)

[personal profile] fistfulofbullets 2016-10-19 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
The grip on his shoulders feels ghostly familiar, and for a moment he feels like that punk kid in Blackwatch again getting a lecture from his commander. He shakes his head slightly- snap out of it- and tries to take a breath that doesn't shake.

"The, uh, the shards, right? Well, don't exactly feel like partnerin' up." He grips tightly to the one in his left fist, as if the memories will flood back in if he lets go. The ghostly figures made of smoke around him waver, strengthen, spirits haunting him with his pain.

"So if you'll excuse me..."
redpaladin: awkward (pic#10477577)

[personal profile] redpaladin 2016-10-19 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Look, he's a stubborn shit, but he does genuinely feel bad for torching that person's plants.]

[Of course her uncertain response makes him pause. He's never had to look for a flower shop either?? He's lived permenently in a total of two places in recent years: A military school for space exploration and an abandoned shack in the middle of a desert.]


I ...guess?

[Well, this is going swimmingly. He glances around as if one would just sprout up out of the ground- Until he realizes he's been left behind.]

-Hey, wait!

[He jogs to catch up, also looking more determined as he scans their current street for shops.]

She had to get the first plant from somewhere, right?
fistfulofbullets: (Surprise)

Heya, doc!

[personal profile] fistfulofbullets 2016-10-19 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
The woman that he almost knocks over is familiar, though it takes him a moment to place her. Hands grip tight to her shoulders in order to stabilize her- and himself. That liquid, whatever it was, had brought back memories he had long buried, guilt and pain and anguish all flooding through his chest and slicing into him like a scalpel.

"...Doc..." He brushes off her shoulders, tries to straighten himself up a bit. "I, uh, didn't expect to run into you here." He tries to grin, tips his hat slightly, but can't help himself from looking over his shoulder.

"... Huntin' down these shards. There's a weird liquid that they're in, stuck into my bionics. Think it might've shorted somethin'..." A good enough excuse as any, he supposes.
gr1m: (The fuck did I just say)

[personal profile] gr1m 2016-10-19 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Been there, done that."

At least this time those who went down here were asked without being lied to first, and apparently these shards had been avoided with good reason. Other than being submerged in who knows what, and anyone smart can tell you not to put your hand into some weird liquid if you don't know what it is.

The figures were given a glance, the only proof of it the slight change to the tilt of Reaper's head. "You need to take a breather." More observation than anything, so he tells himself.
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[personal profile] forcelightning 2016-10-19 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Galen is once again struck by the similarities. Even if he ignores everything else... that was the same sharp tongue he knew. He swears if he hears anything about going to rescue some Wookies he's just going to pack up and leave right there. ]

A young girl by the name of Leia Organa, the princess of Alderaan. Are you a relative of the royal family maybe?

[ He cocks his head a little, lips purse as he gave her a critical eye. There was no way that there wasn't a connection... But as far as he knew Leia didn't have any older siblings. A cousin maybe? It'd be an awfully big coincidence either way though. ]
hermercifulness: (011)

[personal profile] hermercifulness 2016-10-19 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, if she were honest, there are still some feelings there. It's just that she's seen so much of Dhurke the fearsome rebel leader and thought he attempted to assassinate her for so long that it's hard to completely let that go.

The scarecrows don't appear to be bothered by Dhurke's comment, though they are now directing their attention towards him. Amara will take the chance though and she's going to slowly walk towards the carrots and dealing with the rabbits. This could work if Dhurke can keep the scarecrows occupied even if he can't drive them away.]
a_noble_flame: ([014])

[personal profile] a_noble_flame 2016-10-19 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
That's a good point. Unless she grew it herself...

[Alice ticks off a mental checklist of shops as they pass them. The town really isn't laid out that differently from the ones she is familiar with at home. Most of them are standard - cafes, bars... and then there's--]

Turnt-Up Turnips?

[Judging by the menu outside, it's... turnips. Nothing but turnips. Alice looks a little puzzled before she glances right next door to said turnip emporium. To say it's a flower shop is to do injustice to the vast amount of flowers out front.

Alice seems vastly pleased by this discovery, the air lightening around her as her mood changes.]


This looks like the right place.
fistfulofbullets: (Contemplate)

[personal profile] fistfulofbullets 2016-10-19 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"'m fine, sir." It comes out of him like a reflex, and he shakes his head again. It isn't Reyes behind that mask, as much as he wants it to be. A shadow of the man he once knew- a Reaper, through and through.

"Don't need you givin' me advice." He pulls away from those claws that steady him and tries to breathe. He needs to get going, find more of these shards while he's here. So he adjusts his serape and tips his hat up slightly, heading down the hallway.

The ghosts trail after him, waning, waxing, breathing like an entity of their own as he tries to shake the long-buried memories out of his head.
scrapture: (pic#10425041)

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[personal profile] scrapture 2016-10-19 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Junkrat doesn't normally pay attention to his amulet much. It's more like background noise, with some completely arbitrary thing pulling him out of whatever activity he happens to be arms-deep in; there's no rhyme or reason to it.

EXCEPT-- HE RECOGNIZES THAT ROBO-VOICE--]


-- Oi.

[He barks aloud before remembering he has to use his mind to talk or whatever. Except even in Junkrat's brain, he is shouting.]

Dunno where YOU came from, ya floatin' scrap-heap, but get outta me head with that peacey-hippie garbo, alright?!
gr1m: (I'm back in black)

[personal profile] gr1m 2016-10-19 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Would be easy to let him keep going, gaze following those figures more than they were following McCree himself. "You aren't fine, letting things follow you."

Cling and haunt, had some odd sort of feeling clinging to them as well. So there Reaper was, not leaving the cowboy alone as he turned and took a few steps to follow, growling just under his breath. "You need to take a breather, McCree. Like it or not, and clearly you still need it if you aren't noticing this yourself."

Could leave, let whatever it is do whatever it was going to do.
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[personal profile] oratorical 2016-10-19 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's not sure what she expected--someone confusing her for Padme, despite Padme not having been a princess, maybe--but that certainly wasn't it. Her eyes widen and she blinks in surprise, but that expression, and the cold wind accompanying it, only lasts momentarily, quickly replaced with her usual neutral expression.

Leia doesn't reply right away, instead looking Galen up and down to see again if there's anything there that might jog her memory, as futile as she knows it to be. Remembering names and faces and all sorts of details connected with both is something Leia has had to do all her life, and if she couldn't remember this person now, it's unlikely she would even if she thought more on it.]


In that case, it's only natural I'd remind you of myself. Unfortunately, I can't seem to recall your name.
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d1

[personal profile] scrapture 2016-10-19 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Why is Junkrat all the hell the way out here? Who knows. Boredom leading to wandering has gotten him in this field. He's not particularly concerned about the animate scarecrows, instead just waving his launcher around and threatening them to hand over that torch. He wants it. For arson purposes.

And suddenly there's a fuckin' omnic. Or maybe it's just a regular 'bot, but you can't be too sure. Junkrat jolts to face the robot, now pointing that grenade launcher of his at it.]


-- Oh yeah?! Be a cold day in hell before I listen to someone like you. Back off or we blow up!!
tekhartha: (ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴇʏᴇꜱ)

[personal profile] tekhartha 2016-10-19 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[That voice is just as familiar to Zenyatta as his clearly is to the speaker: once you've heard it, it's not easy to forget what a talking gorilla sounds like. All things considered he's certainly one of the more reliable heroes to run into. Telepathically, that is.]

You honour me overmuch- but thank you. I am well enough, and better still knowing that you are with me, Winston. How long have you been here for?
sunwarlock: (stare)

B

[personal profile] sunwarlock 2016-10-19 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
The Guardian, who was going by Roshan, hadn't tested his combat skills this way before. Hand to hand combat should be something that he would know. He could feel it deep within as if it was a lost memory of time. There were so many questions left unanswered. But since he's made from the Light he's always fought within it. This guy seemed to really want a challenge. Roshan could give it to the other. He would at least try to give a good fair fight. The Guardian wouldn't go down easily. It will take a lot to knock him down. But he might be able to knock down Jesse McCree without cheating or try to at least. He could accidentally use his melee ability swing of force push. However, that ability will come with a fiery slap. If McCree sees fire he better go running the other way. Luckily Roshan isn't in his Stormtrance build. As a Sunsinger it'll mostly be fire based attacks if they end up happening.

He steps forward hopping up onto the railing to look at the bloodied faced man.

"All of your winnings?"

The question was asked in a deep voice that was clear and loud over everyone else. The Guardian would make his appearance known. He was dressed in his warlock robes that stood out against the Natives. They weren't like any of the Otherworlder's either. The warlock didn't wear his helmet today. He didn't seem to need it on most days. He would wear it during times when he was out exploring.
peacewithouttyranny: (CalmDown)

[personal profile] peacewithouttyranny 2016-10-19 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[...Seriously Junkrat? He sighs when the grenade launcher is pointing to him and take a step back. He ignore the scarecrows for now. Got to diffuse this situation first.]

Lower your weapon, human. There's no need for needless conflict.

[a long beat]

please.

[He's trying ok]
tekhartha: (ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴇʏᴇꜱ)

AXL OH NO ginger robot boy

[personal profile] tekhartha 2016-10-19 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Zenyatta would have been blind to miss the little red- robot? cyborg?- darting in and out of his view, presumably carrying out the very same task. Well, the more the merrier, particularly when they already have something in common- but in spite of his best efforts to cross their paths he'd never quite managed to come face to face with the young man while at work.

Evidently he had the snake to thank for bringing them together.]


My wires? I see. [He sounds remarkably calm for someone with a dangerous animal wedged in his body. Venom or no venom, that thing could probably do some damage if it wriggled around enough. Which, at least, it isn't doing right now. Perhaps intoxicated by Zenyatta's general aura of serenity it barely moves at all, tongue flickering sluggishly in and out of its mouth.

He glances back.]
Can you remove it safely?
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[personal profile] scrapture 2016-10-19 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
-- Said nobody. Ever. In the history of mankind. [Junkrat giggles a little at the absolute absurdity of that idea. Needless conflict is fun!]

Mankind, that is. Don't expect a pile a' junk like you to understand! [His grenade launcher sort of lowers, if only because some of the scarecrows are creeping up behind him. Oh. Better point it at them instead, now.] Oi, watch it!
tekhartha: (ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴇ)

[personal profile] tekhartha 2016-10-19 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[As far as religious factions go, the Shambali are a surprisingly political bunch; even so, if it weren't for his travels, Zenyatta doubts he would have any familiarity at all with the woman he's looking at now. Her exact identity is lost on him, true, but her visor, gloves, the lilt of her accent... they're hallmarks of Vishkar. Not a corporation with which he has had much personal experience, regardless of how often their name might appear in the news.

Zenyatta comes to their conversation without prejudice- or endeavours to, at the very least. She's to-the-point, but not unpleasantly so, and as she examines him he bows his head obediently to give her a better look.

Any doubts he might have had about her history are swiftly put to rest by her question. So they are from the same world.]


I am. It is a pleasure to meet another from home, Satya. [He pauses, attempting at once to hold himself still and look back at the same time.] "The process"?

[In spite of himself he sounds a little amused- probably because she sounds so terribly serious.]
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[personal profile] forcelightning 2016-10-19 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
...Ah. That would explain it.

[ He feels.. disappointed on top of confused. He seems to recall someone telling him that time could be odd here. If she was Leia, and honestly he didn't have much argue against the fact, that would account for the age discrepancy... But that she didn't know his name? Didn't recognize him? He does a good enough job at not betraying how he felt on his face, but even he can't stop a few small blades of grass wilting at his feet. ]

It's Galen. Galen Marek.

[ He pauses then, just a moment. ]

You don't know me, do you?
peacewithouttyranny: (NoMoreFighting)

[personal profile] peacewithouttyranny 2016-10-19 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh great. Soundwave can see that this human is a maniac. He's starting to regret coming here.]

I highly doubt that mankind never said that.

[Soundwave is glad that Junkrat's weapon is not pointing at him anymore. He's not glad that the weapon is pointing to the scarecrows now. Now he has to stop both side from attacking each other.

Soundwave gets in between the scarecrows and Junkrat in an attempt to stop them from attacking each other.]


Please, I do not want to escala---

[Before he could finish, one of the torch-bearing scarecrow swings it's torch at Soundwave's face. It does no damage to him, but it DOES annoy him. Not that anyone can tell with his visor and mouth plate. The crops around him starts to spoil a little bit so that may be an indicator on his mood.]
tekhartha: (ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ'ꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ)

[personal profile] tekhartha 2016-10-19 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whatever Zenyatta was planning on saying next is wiped from his processor in the instant their gazes meet: Dr. Ziegler. And she doesn't recognise him at all, does she?

Perhaps that's to be expected. If there really are thousands of other worlds out there, it stands to reason that there is a version of his own in which they have are strangers, disheartening though the thought may be. The flowers visibly dim in the moment or two before he pulls himself together again and the dots on his forehead glow warmly.]


You have nothing to apologise for. It appears that I disturbed myself. [It's hard to stay concerned when she's being so typically friendly; after a moment, he puts forward-] Dr. Angela Ziegler, isn't it? My name is Tekhartha Zenyatta- please excuse the strangeness of my question, but have you met me before?
copychip: (❤ hah.....)

8'D

[personal profile] copychip 2016-10-19 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[It really is a good thing the snake is so calm and lethargic at the moment. He's also feeling calmer too, even though the idea of a live creature tangling up in his wires should be freaking him out. This guy had an incredibly calming aura around him...]

...I can try. Just... don't blame me if I accidentally screw up some of your circuitry.

[Well that isn't very reassuring at all. But it's okay, he knows someone that could probably help if the worst case scenario happens. That's still not very reassuring

He reaches a hand out to the snake entangled in Zenyatta's back, and stops about a centimetre from actually touching him. Even with the calming aura, the idea of messing around with another robot's wires puts him off.
]

Mrgh... come on you slithery bastard, get outta there...
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[personal profile] redpaladin 2016-10-19 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Meanwhile for him it's like looking at some kind of fairytale land. It's a little surreal sometimes and reminds him a little of the village back on planet Arus.]

Even so, the seeds had to come from somewhere too, and the gardening supplies-

[He stops right with her staring at the turnip place. Turnt- Up Turnips... He doesn't even know what to say to that, thankfully the flowers next door catch his attention next. The air around Keith does about the same. His expression holds some faint relief and he heads towards the door looking at all the flowers.]

I didn't really get a good look at her flowers before they were erm- [Toast.] What did she call them?