TDM #1

[evocatemods]

TDM #1
NAVIGATION

Evocate is a teamnesia-inspired game where relationship building and strengthening already existing bonds are just as important as fighting to keep your memories and figuring out just what the heck is going on in this strange world.

Please feel free to look at the information posted already and ask questions you're curious about on the FAQ! But most importantly, have some fun with some of the things that'll become normal to you in the Domed City.

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Welcome to Domed City #77, a place you'll become very familiar with as it's now where you'll live out the rest of your days while waiting for the Evocated to drain you of your memories. Sounds great, right?

A: ARRIVAL

When you open your eyes, you find yourself laying in a bright white room, reminiscent of a hospital room. In fact, as you sit up and look around, you see other beds - hospital beds. Some made neatly, others a mess, and one that has a suspicious stain on it which is probably fine.

How did you get here? Where are you? All important questions you're likely asking yourself!

As you stand up, you feel something brush against your neck. You find a necklace with a small, round pendant attached to it. Turning it over reveals that your name has been etched into the other side. It's yours! Which is why, no matter what you try, you can't remove it.

Stepping out into the hallway reveals a myriad of different signs, all guiding you towards the exit. They're cheerful, written in crayon and with cute little doodles.







Through the glass doors you go, something beeping as you do, and you step out into the street of a small city.

There may be others stepping out with you at the same time too! Weird, right?

If you were injured - or dead - in some way at the point you're being taken from, then your wounds have been healed up to 50%.

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B. THE HOTEL

At one point during the day, you all end up in the hotel lobby like you've been compelled to go there. A gentle compulsion, almost apologetic.

The hotel itself is old-fashioned with modern highlights, and it appears to have been renovated and set up for you and all of your new friends to live in! Isn't that great?

Once everyone has gathered, there's a loud crack of thunder and above you, a portal opens up and spits out a young woman. She lands with a yelp and whines, rubbing her hip.

You could have WARNED me!!

A pause. She lets out a little squeak and scrambles to her feet when she sees everyone.

	oh geez they didn't say you were here already H-Hi! And welcome to Domed City #77! We um, we don't call it using the numbers but I would think people would want to know them anyway!
	Err, right, you probably want to know what's going on. Which is a really good question! The, er, people in charge gave me something to read to you that might answer it.

She clears her throat and takes on a more announcing tone of voice as she pulls a piece of paper from her pocket to read.

"Welcome and rejoice, little memoirs, for you have been given the honor of offering your memories to our great entity, the Evocated. We thank you for your sacrifi-" EH?!

N-Now wait just a minute, this doesn't expl—

Another crack of thunder interrupts her and the portal returns, only this time it's underneath her. Her protests turn into a scream as she falls in, then cut off as the portal closes back up and innocently disappears.


Sometime between her appearance and disappearance, two more people have appeared behind the welcome desk. They appear to be working on . . . pamphlets? The teen girl gives you a cheerful little wave, like nothing weird just happened at all.

Welcome to Hotel - umm, it doesn't have a name yet, but we're working on it! And taking suggestions!

That woman will be back soon, so give it some time and she'll have more information with her.

They seem pretty calm about it, so it must be fine!

The girl tells you that you're welcome to explore the hotel while you wait. Only the first floor is open for exploration right now, but there's plenty to see! And it does seem like it's been prepared for you, everything is clean and tidy, just as one would expect from a fancy-looking place like this.

The young man nods in agreement, then speaks up again.

You'll want to acquaint yourself with the main street too. But whatever you do, don't go further than the park up north.

< isopods >

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C. EXPLORATION

So, you decided to go further than the park up north.

It's like walking into a faint mist; but the air feels stale at first, like it's been still for a long time. The wind seems to follow you, pushing the stale air away from you and it sounds -

It almost sounds like someone is breathing out, a sigh that joins the wind ruffling your clothes.

North past the park are commercial buildings and factories, a once bustling business district. The supermarket is located here, stocked and ready to accept customers! Even if there isn't anyone to check you out. Hey, how are you gonna pay for that?

East from the park the city opens up into something more rural, meadows on either side of the road with flowers slowly blooming, as though your arrival has given them life. Further ahead is a forest . . . that does not look as welcoming as the flowers are. An uneasy feeling blooms in you the closer you get. You can't see too far in, but the flowers along the road here begin to wilt, like your presence alone is killing them. The flowering district can't seem to make up its mind whether to welcome or reject you.

West, the businesses thin out until you hit a set of apartment buildings on either side of the road. Further on, you start seeing houses and condos as you enter the residential district. None of the doors are open, but maybe you'll be lucky and find a window that might be unlocked . . . ?

But be careful; you were warned away from these parts for a reason.

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D. WILDCARD

If you were foolish enough to run into what lurks out there, or you simply need healing because you came in a mess, then you have two options:

- One, you can reenter the hospital and search for supplies. More than one person can enter at once, so it seems like only your first exit is solo.

- Or two, you can figure out how to open the doors behind the welcome desk in the hotel. If you look bad the girl will gasp and point you there, but - well, how do you unlock the doors? You'll have to figure it out, but the girl offering to hold your hand might be a hint.

Or maybe you simply want to do something else entirely. Feel free to come up with your own prompts!

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Some quick notes:

The TDM will carry over into game canon! Only apped characters will be remembered.

Potential Sparks - for now, you arrive just like everyone else!

You still have your names . . . at least, for now. :)

Thank you so much for your interest in the game!

I'll start accepting applications on November 15, while the game is set to open up on November 28.
NAVIGATION

code bases by tricklet

Comments

[hemomage]

[sorry dima..]

It should be of minor interest, no? All these far-flung individuals forced into one... unfortunate situation. Knowledge abounds.

[brokenboar]

[SUSPICION,]

And what use would one have for such knowledge?

[hemomage]

[the internal pain of being from the nerdy warlock clan but you cannot explain this because you are surrounded by mortals]

That depends on the person. Take yourself, a warrior of some kind, and your own knowledge of... the battlefield, beholden only to what you have been taught and your own experiences. It still wasn't enough to not lose everything and fail everyone.

[To use his own words.]

But there could be others here, experienced in battle. Taught different strategies that approach an opponent in ways you might not have considered. You could exchange ideas, learn from them. And with time, your skillset might be expanded enough to achieve your goals, should we return.

[brokenboar]

[there's a halting sort of ache in him. memories of school, discussion of strategy, of new perspectives. he had gone there with purpose, and it had been singular - and yet, were there not moments where he enjoyed expanding his horizons? learning?

lost days, impossible to go back to. it only made his heart hurt to think about.]

There was once... No. It was a lifetime ago.

I am not fit to return.

[hemomage]

[Clicks his tongue.] Because of your failures, which you could turn into successes? Or is it more a matter of...

[Gestures a bit at all of him and those blood stains.]

...compromised morality?

[brokenboar]

[in a dull growl,]

The Kingdom of Faerghus cannot have a beast for a king.

[hemomage]

[huh what-] King?

[brokenboar]

[stares at Phyre with his one haunted, sunken eye and hollowed, hungry cheeks and unwashed hair that probably has fleas and mud-and-blood-caked full plate armour.

he looks exhausted by the word.]

[hemomage]

[He does.

The context helps explain why this man feels so tortured. And guilt, really, is such a powerful human emotion—on some days, too distant of one for him to grasp at anymore—that it is often a hindrance more than an aid.]

I suppose being royalty really is a burden. Well, I can't pretend to know what it's like.

[Though it makes him wonder what the criteria was for being kidnapped and brought here?]

Though plenty of rulers have been beasts, you know.

[brokenboar]

[Deadpan from a dead man,]

And surely they have only ever served their people well.

[just because he can, doesn't mean he should!]

[hemomage]

[Liltingly also from a dead man-]

Well, there's your problem right there. You still want to be a good person, but being the leader of anything requires making difficult decisions, no?

[brokenboar]

[he snarls,]

I did not ask for a crown. I do not want it. That fools kept looking to me to fill some delusional ideal is their mistake.

And I am not a good person.

[hemomage]

All right, all right. I don't know your story, it's true, but I'm just saying that guilt doesn't often visit those who are completely without their humanity. That is all I meant.

[brokenboar]

[he narrows his eyes slightly]

Where did I say I felt wracked by guilt? I only stated what has proved itself true.

[INCREDIBLE AMOUNTS OF DENIAL BEING DISPLAYED TODAY]

[hemomage]

[IT'S PROBABLY FINE AND NOT RELATED TO ANY BAGGAGE THIS MAN HAS]

Forgive me, then. Another assumption on my part.

[Does not believe otherwise, however.]

So do I get that name?

[brokenboar]

[there's a pause as he wonders if this is some kind of trick. what use is there in having a dead man's name... and besides, his own name sounds foreign to him now. it was a different person who answered to Dimitri. it feels wrong to give it.]

...Once, I was Dimitri.

[hemomage]

["Once."]

And now...? Do I still call you Dimitri?

[brokenboar]

I care not. What use have the dead for names?