aftr_ooc | TEST DRIVE MEME ( 017 )

Test Drive Meme #17

Hello, and welcome to LifeAftr! We’re pleased that you’re expressing an interest in the game. Here, you can test the waters, gauge how your character may fare in the world of LifeAftr, and even gain some in-game incentives, if you so choose.

Remember that Reserves will open on November 17th, and Applications on November 24th!

Two important notes:

1. LifeAftr's test drives take place on the island of Mu, which exists apart from the real world and possesses a dream-like quality that characters are innately aware of from the moment they appear on its shores. No need to panic or fret. Dreams are odd things, after all - and anything can happen in them. Why would anyone question where their mind chooses to wander in its sleep?

2. Due to the nature of Mu, threads in our test drive can not only be accepted as thread samples in your application, but can be accepted as game canon as well. In fact, certain choices your character makes in Mu have the potential to bear in-game consequences, largely in the form of test drive reward items.

Is Anyone There?
What initially promises to be a relaxing island getaway is anything but. The tropical backdrop is all there - swaying palms, crystalline shores, white sand beaches, the whole hog. It's as idyllic as Ensō ever gets in the real world, the waters sparkling just that much more with a polish of dream-shine.

The real problem here is that you're not alone.

While they might be little more than a misted, formless shape at first, they'll rapidly take a more solid form as time goes on: a specter of a single person of great emotional significance. Whoever you might be seeing, they're here to rouse some aspect of your life that was not fully resolved. Someone you did not mourn, someone you did not grieve, someone you loved, someone you cut ties with unkindly, someone who represents a chapter in your life that you have thus far sought to repress.

Tailing you relentlessly, refusing to be ignored or brushed aside or forgotten, this specter is hungry for your attention to the exclusion of all else. They will bring every painful association to light and rub those wounds raw, to a terrifyingly parasitic extent. They crave your attention, your love, your devotion, your fear. They are tethered to you, and cannot tolerate the thought that you might pay attention to anyone or anything else.

However they might have been in life, however fondly or not you may remember them, this shadow of them is merely that: a shadow. Desperate for your attention, and likely to grow jealous if you dare direct it anywhere else. They can't live without you. Why should you get to live without them?

In fact...why should you get to live at all? If you don't give them the attention they crave, they might start to demand it a shade more vigorously. They're only going to grow more solid as time wears on - and while no one but you can see them, they have the power to affect you very physically if they so choose.

Choose Your Own Adventure
What you have before you, dear traveler, is a very linear path forward. Deep, tropical woodland, jungle-like in texture and evening-dark, and a well-trodden path that stretches onward in a seemingly infinite, winding road. There is no way to go but backwards or forwards. Or, for the particularly brave...well, you could try moving off the beaten path, but we wouldn't recommend it. As it happens, the surrounding vegetation in this area is mostly comprised of a very irritating sort of foe.

As it happens, most traditional mimics take the form of wooden chests to befuddle and then snack upon any intrepid explorers foolish enough to open a container without checking for teeth first. Such is not always the case, however!

Mimicries are what we will tentatively dub...distant cousins of your more conventional mimic. In the waking world, most of them prefer to assume the form of bushes, waiting for an unsuspecting traveler to tread upon the roots that will then snap around their ankles and reel them in, leaves parting to reveal a row of very nasty, very pointed jaws. Tonight, on Mu, their aptitude at blending into the vegetation to prey on the absent-minded explorer is out in full force.

While mimicries are very skilled at impersonating their surroundings, there are plenty of holes in their disguise for those keen of eye. An alert enough traveler may glimpse a pair of yellow, reptilian eyes blinking out from the vegetation before they fade just as fast. Mimicries are highly hostile, prone to attacking once they feel you've drawn close enough for them to take a good chomp, and don't tend to let go of their prey until either it is dead or they are. Armed with spiny teeth and a terrier-like refusal of relinquish their grip under any circumstances, mimicries can vary from genuine danger to outright irritant.

The good news is that, despite their number, mimicries are terribly vulnerable to fire. Happy hunting!

Caught in the Rainbow Current
On the more peaceful side of things, you're also liable to wake on a much quieter island destination - and this time, neither ghosts from your past nor RPG-styled foes will be there to spoil your stay!

Instead, you can take heart in the drifting, multicolored lights that shimmer off the seafoam and flotsam. A bale of kaleidoshells are passing through this region, and they're certainly taking their time in doing so. Resembling a cross between turtles and dugongs, kaleidoshells are so named for their distinctive radiance. Their scales and rainbow-colored shells can get as large as six feet across. The shifting colors on their backs are both bright and reflective. A vast enough number of kaleidoshells can allow for the illusion of an underwater aurora borealis, which is precisely what is occurring now.

Kaleidoshells are placid and peaceable creatures by nature in addition to being unfailingly pretty to look at. As they are largely sea-dwelling, their presence in the archipelago is usually seasonal. However, despite the autumn season, Mu has elected to make an exception. Kaleidoshells are particularly slow and unwieldy on land, and thus not much of a threat, but you're probably better off not trying to poach their eggs. They do, however, make a very fine sight around the waters of Mu, especially in this artificial evening. Luminescent, their rainbow patterns glow underwater with the dim pulse of drifting mood lights.

So relax, take in the sights...or wade in to swim alongside them, if you like. They won't mind the company, and there's something singularly enchanting about getting to swim in the tide of a rainbow.

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I - Adrift

[Finding himself on an unfamiliar beach, with unfamiliar lights in the ocean is not Yeager's idea of a good time. He's content to stare out at the ocean for a little while, eyes narrowed while he tries to figure out what to make of all of this. It won't be long before he's decided that he doesn't like it and suddenly he's turning around and looking for any signs of life that are not weirdly-glowing turtle-things.

Yeager's expression quickly settles into something more relaxed, though "relaxed" in his case is "kind of smirking like an asshole" but you know what, we can't all be winners. He's quick to approach you and he'll strike up a conversation even if you're captivated by the sights.]

[His accent is incredibly thick and very German. He sounds incredibly cheerful despite the situation (and his previous somewhat-stormy expression). Hope you don't mind the interruption??]

II - Familiar Face

[Yeager isn't alone here. He became aware of her presence not long after finding himself here, but the ghostly woman following him around has set him on edge. Things started innocently enough, with her asking after his well-being, about his appearance and what he's been doing, but it's quickly become obvious that she doesn't like being ignored, and he's not going to start acknowledging her any time soon.

He's heading toward the jungle when she grabs his arm - you'll see him stop suddenly and his hand tightens on the briefcase he has by his side, before suddenly it has transformed into a giant scythe and he's leveling that at... well, nothing. The look in his eyes is very cold, and his expression is dark.]

[The ghost laughs, but the sound is bitter and angry - she's been left behind, forgotten, and he's certainly made no efforts to remember her or everything she stood for. He isn't the same anymore, so why should she be?

Yeager draws back, moving as if he's going to swing the scythe at the ghost but he... can't. He honestly can't bring himself to do it, even knowing that it isn't her, and that she wouldn't act like this...

His grip is tight on the weapon, but he doesn't move. He can't bring himself to cut her down (assuming a scythe can even cut a ghost anyway) but he refuses to lower the weapon and leave himself defenseless either.

...This is probably really weird since you can't see the ghost, but it's totally fine. He's fine, don't worry. A scythe the size of a person is definitely not a thing to worry about.]

[ for a newcomer, he seems to be taking well to his situation. ann folds her arms, standing near him, bending over slightly to take a closer look at the creatures. ]

Mm, I haven't seen these before, but as for the area? Yeah, I've been here for a while.

[ she turns to yeager, giving him a small smile. ]

You're new, right? I'm Ann. Uh...welcome to the islands.

I'm admittedly not very familiar with all the islands... are we closer to the Empire?

[I mean, it's still possible; there are a lot of weird and ridiculous monsters in Terca Lumireis, these are not out of the question at all. There are several things that don't add up here, but he's doing his best not to think about any of that because it's clearly unimportant!! It's Fine.]

...Sorry, the what now?

[ the empire. those two words alone leave a weird feeling in her stomach. ]

You're not at home right now, if that's what you're asking. As in, I'm pretty sure this is a completely different world from the one you know.

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