spherememing | February/March Test Drive Meme

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February/March Test Drive Meme

February/March TDM

Welcome to Sphere's February/March Test Drive meme! This is a great place to get a feel for the game and how your characters might fit in here. Explore the setting, and get your samples and some starting CR all at the same time!

Applications and Reserves are always open!
Threads on the TDM are considered game canon if both parties agree to it!
Threads on the TDM may be considered for Activity Check if need be!

blue moon

So the people within the Sphere City miss the moon. At least, that’s what someone can draw from the fact that as January slips into February, large images of the moon are everywhere. The Full moon, to be more specific. There are silver streamers around the merchant dome, and lights have been modified to have a more silver than golden glow in appearance, even at all hours of the day there. Sure it makes things a bit difficult to see, but that’s not really a problem is it?

At night, several domes have large projections of the moon made against the domes. They’re pictures of the moon in varying states of artistic and scientific values. There's a kind of dreamy music that’s played, and a lot of the locals have silver flowers in their hair. Fire pits are common, and older residents are seated around them, telling tales of the moon and its connection to the waters above them. Some stories tell how it glows and shines or is made of green cheese. They also tell how sometimes there were people in the moon, men or women, gods or goddesses, or animals like rabbits. And some stories tell of how the moon would make people mad, and that’s where the term lunacy comes from.

Oh, and there are a few stories about werewolves too. And about how there walking among the people in the Sphere. Even now.

Food at the festival is based around the moon too, or at least the idea of the moon. There’s mooncake of course, but there’s also moon pies, half moon cheese pies, and pierogi, and various cheese and cracker platters, because the moon is made of green cheese after all. There’s moon-based cocktails, that are blue and silver. And some that are shimmering and shining.

People can draw fortunes from the moonwell, but, they’re silly and nonsensical, and people eat the silvery rice paper after they’re finished with them. A few of them however have more ominous sort of fortunes in them. Things like “help me” or “they’re out to get you” or “they’re coming and you can’t stop them.” People shrug those ones off too though. if someone asks about them.

what big eyes you have

So, there are rumors about werewolves that have been circulating around town, and people seem to be given red cloaks at random. Pretty girls and women are offered them the most, but they are open to anyone. If people put them on, which the surrounding locals will cheer and encourage them to do. Then they tell them that their clue is in their pockets and that they will save the town.

In the pockets is another silver disk with a list of names on it. One of those names is a werewolf. You’re given three clues (something like: ‘wearing a blue sweater’ or ‘bald man’ or ‘at the candy stall’) for each one, and then you either accuse them of being a werewolf or clear them. If you accuse them and you’re correct then you’re given a small vial with glowing stones in it and are told that they were actually pieces of the moon before it was lost. Whatever that means. You may want to hold onto them.

If you accuse them and you’re wrong, the game is over for you for the moment and the cloak is taken away. Each cloak has a different list of six names on it, and the names replenish every time someone gets a new cloak. Why yes, the Sphere is playing a game of werewolf with you. How the game goes entirely up to you, and whether or not your character gets invested or what. NPCs are definitely available for this if need be! Please feel free to go a little nuts with this, and player characters can definitely be one of the suspects if they're up for it.

exploration: something that was lost can be found

It’s big news around Sphere City: some old lost and sealed domes have been found along the edges of town. Not only have they been found, but they’re open! Not only are they open but the stuff inside is there on a first come first serve basis. These old domes show no signs of dust, but there are some personal effects within them, pictures and the like. They definitely belonged to someone who had been pulled into the city at some point within the last seven years.

And they’re definitely worth checking out. One never knows one might find in them. Various varieties of clothing are available, as are books, food items (probably shouldn’t eat them), toys and there may or may not be some magical or important historical things hidden here or there if your character is very lucky. Mod note: Nothing world breaky or living can be found, but small things like potions or jewelry or amulets or small weapons (daggers or guns with a very limited amount of bullets.)

mechanic: memory share

Too see the full updates on how memory shares work, please visit here

Memory shares are experienced over the networked, and beamed directly into the other person's brains as if they are experiencing it themselves.
Shares do not need to be written a certain way, but here is a mod example: Too see the full updates on how memory shares work, please visit Max Tinder memory share.
These memories are things that they are watching through the experience of the person who's memory has already happened. It's like seeing a recording that feels very real. However, there isn't anything that they can personally do within it. These are things that have already happened to the character and are fixed points.
These posts are responded to like a message on the network, and not in the memory itself.

wildcard

This is a good place to test out something like the network or an idea of your own! Remember upon waking in The Sphere, each character is fitted with a small golden circle behind their right ear. This is how they are connected to the network through a neural link. Touch and hold the button to create a broadcast of one of three types:

Audio. Your character thinks audible words onto the network.
Writing: Your character thinks text into the network.
Video. Your character projects a broadcast of a video of themselves onto the network.

Replies are determined by the player. The network needs to be accessed by choice, so character broadcasts are not automatically beamed directly into people’s heads. The Sphere isn’t that rude.

Private messages are allowed by pressing and holding and pressing and holding again as you picture the person in your mind. This can be an image or a name, err more on the side of things being more accessible than less.

photo inspiration

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A. Fireworks

The day of festivities had been long and strange. Kell had made a few acquaintances but he still hadn't settled at all. He is used to foreign places, to unfamiliar people but the sort that is here and the sort of place that he finds himself in are not the familiar type of unfamiliar. This is no London.

There is something strange to be sensed but it's not magic that he knows. Maybe it's not magic at all.

Wine had been his continuous companion throughout the day and now served him even now. He drank liberally as he watched the fireworks. Not a totally unfamiliar feat but still.

"It's strange," he murmurs to himself.

C. Network - audio
un: antari

[ The network clip is not altogether intentional. There's a sigh and some rustling before any words are said. ]

Why won't anything work!

[ The voice is frustrated and perplexed. All of his attempts at escaping this location are useless as does the fact that he doesn't completely understand where this location is at all in the first place. ]

D. Wildcard

[ Open to whatever other options so hit me with your best shot. ]

The moment he awoke that morning, Rhy knew. To feel that heart beating next to his after months, to have that awareness. It kicks Rhy almost up into a frenzy as he searched. And the fact that it took him all day to do it...

IT wasn't until the 'fireworks', whatever they were, filled the sky that he finally caught sight of that familiar form. That red hair. That coat. Rhy slowly walks up behind him, pitching his voice low and half teasing.

"Is it truly? I would think you could create such things if you set your mind to it, my brother."

For Kell, awareness isn't altogether a strange thing. He hadn't had a lapse in it after all. Rhy is always there -- a blessing and a curse. If anything, he can take it as some comfort that he's still in a place where Rhy can be felt. It means he's alive and perhaps it also gives credence to the fact that this place as strange as it may be is real as well.

"I could but then they would not be strange," Kell replies without missing a beat, turning to come face to face with Rhy.

"I was wondering when you'd come talk to me."

"That's all you can say?" Rhy asks, and perhaps he cannot help the light ache in his chest at that. So long. So long without Kell, without that connection to home. "No 'hello Rhy, it is good to see you've been surviving in this strange world you've found yourself in'? Truly, brother?"

Of course, he forgets in his relief and annoyance that Kell had no reason to know that he's been here for months. Alone. Isolated. Confused by all these people with their lack of magic.

Kell's gaze sharpens slightly as he takes in Rhy. There is clearly plenty he does not know it seems.

"I didn't really know you were here at first," he had realized it later on in the day but not right away.

"How have you been surviving, brother?"

Kell takes their bond for granted. Rhy has awoken every morning with it being barely even an echo of itself, needing to look upon the silvery scar to see if the lines were even still there.

"Poorly. I've been learning a trade, Kell. Me. Can you imagine it? Putting these stunningly beautiful hands of mine to use for something as low as that? Oh, but I must introduce you to pretzels!"

Kell frowns at Rhy, at the information. How could Rhy have been here long enough to start learning a trade and Kell be unaware?

"Perhaps you will not be so spoiled then," Kell says and there's a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Who is Pretzels?"

Spoiled? How dare? Did he not make... no, that didn't matter right now. Right now he ached to reach out and touch Kell, just to see if his brother was real. But he doesn't. Just keeps his hands to himself because it's a bit easier this way.

"Pretzels are a food stuff, my friend. Often gotten from carts. They have a number of flavors. A friend of mine introduced me to them. He's a gray worlder. From somewhere around a century after us. He's told me of interesting things of how their world changes, but it seems magic remains unknown to them."

It's almost a little surprising that there was no indignant protest at the ribbing. Almost enough of a surprise to be concerning in some way.

Kell looks curious then and he certainly has more than a few questions about that but he doesn't want to delve into it just yet.

"They must be very good if you are this adamant about them."

Kell | Shades of Magic

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