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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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"Here?"

Ah, there it was. Indeed there it was. Rhy just smiles and nods.

"Why not. Who need see me as a Prince of Arnes here when I can claim to be King? It holds more gravitas, does it not? And who was here to correct me?"

Kell gives Rhy a long hard look. The light from the fireworks that go off shift the shadows.

"I am here."

"Yes, it would seem that you are, are you not? Interesting, I shall have to account for that. Perhaps I shall say my brother is a horrid liar," Rhy smiles.

Isn't that lovely, brother? He could make people think that. Because, frankly, he's got quite the reputation here.

"Rhy... why would you tell such a lie and then continue to lie about me?"

Even for Rhy it seems a far stretch.

Well, he supposes that depends on a lot. Especially which thing his brother considered a lie.

"My status is correct, even if it is in the future."

Who else would lead Arnes? Tell him that, brother.

"I suppose that is one way of looking at it," Kell says and his forgotten drink finds his hand again so he can take a sip.

And here was Rhy, without any drinks. Alas, he'd been too caught up in seeking his brother out.

"I do my best to think of problems and solutions from a variety of angles, Kell. It makes life more interesting."

Surely, there's some nearby.

"I still wonder at the choice is all."

Perhaps the choice is strange, but there is much he is now certain he cannot speak to his brother about. To keep new secrets from Kell felt... wrong. After all they had been through, after all they had known?

He did not like this. At all.

"My mind is not always yours to predict."

"I'm not saying that it is," Kell sighs. He frowns as he gives Rhy an appraising glance but then shakes his head.

"What else should I know?"

So many things, but not enough to really make him want to explain it all. Still, he has an obligation to be a good brother, which means explanations.

Rhy considers the sky, which is slowly losing its fireworks. It was a shame. This place made beautiful things.

"At times our memories are shared in a way that allows any here to access them. At other times, horrid things happen. There were... echoes at one point. Like shades of those who had passed."

Including himself, from the night Astrid Dane had killed him by his own hand.

Kell's brow furrows, a frown settling on his lips and he sets down his drink.

"That sounds unsavory," all of it. To think of memories being shared in such a way? It's a violation and there's already so little that is truly Kell's alone anymore, not that it is much different for Rhy.

"And there is nothing to be done about it?"

Beyond a violation. Some of his most intimate moments had been shared. And other things as well.

"Recently we seemed compelled to confess dark secrets. It was less than as amusing as one might want it to be."

But no, there wasn't much to be done for it. Not much at all.

"I cannot determine a way to return. Perhaps there is none but to wait."

"Confessing dark secrets is never amusing, brother," Kell mutters. His hand slips into his pocket, fingering a coin there and he shakes his head.

"I could not find a way either."

Well, Kell might be surprised as to what might be taken as amusement when all the rest hurt.

"It is possible that this place is somewhere beyond black, or beyond gray. And lacking the proper token, you are stuck."

Not that Kell could take him between worlds, so Rhy was even more stuck.

"Clearly," Kell says and it's a bit sullen if nothing else.

"If I had known you were here I would not have tried immediately," but he had tried every coin but wherever they were there was no parallel door at home.

Perhaps it was for the best. If they truly were under the sea, if Kell had managed to open a path, he would have drowned. Or died from pressure.

"To seek home is unsurprising. I don't mind. I'm... learning some degree of contentment."

"That really does not sound like you," Kell murmurs and he looks over to Rhy again.

"There is much you're not telling me."

No, it is not like him. But people so much more often seem to come to this place than seem to go. His hope to return is not the highest. But the second statement? Yes, it is so very correct, is it not? Rhy chuckles.

"Oh yes brother. Much and more. For you see, I know things of this place. Such as people who come here, they are not always from the same time. Or even the same world, strange as it may seem. I believe there are far more than four worlds, and from this one I can only return when sent."

Kell is unsettled by that. He supposes that it is possible but shouldn't they all still be connected somehow that one could escape of their own volition if they had the power? The rules were the same in all the Londons even if the landscape changed.

"Anything else you are withholding that I should know, brother?"

"Merely your near future, I suspect. But, alas, giving it to you seems cruel."

Better not to let him scry into that future.

"Why would it be cruel?" Kell says with a raised brow.

"And how is it that you know?"

"As I said, people seem to arrive here from different points in time. And I believe I am, in this instance, ahead of you. Not enough to be your elder, yet, but ahead."

And the things he knew were not ones that amused him.

Kell looks perplexed.

"I see," he murmurs and then shakes his head, clearly troubled but letting it go instead of pressing for answers he relatively certain Rhy will not give.

No, he shall not. And surely Rhy has taught his brother recently that he was capable of keeping things quiet if he sought to.

"Luckily for us all, Kell, you do not. But it is alright. Here, at least, I know enough to be a guide."

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