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TDM #1

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.

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%.

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 >

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.

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!

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

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A.

[ When Majima steps out, he immediately narrows his eye and looks around, fingers twitching as he grabs for his dagger, unsheathing it. ]

'Kay. Right. Anyone wanna get to explainin'? Or do I gotta carve it outta someone's hide, eh?

B.

[ He gives the pamphlet maybe a five second onceover before immediately crumpling it up and tossing it over his shoulder. Then, raising his voice: ]

Yooooo. Anyone wanna go explorin' an' scavenge some shit? Could be fun! Or funny. Or hell, both.

WILD CARD

[ something else, idk what. come to me, opens arms. ]

[not even five seconds later Saejima steps out, still all bruised up. He looks like he's about to demand an answer too, but he stops short when he sees - ]

- Bro?

a.

[Saejima steps out of the hospital with a scowl on his face, clearly pissed off. He looks like he must have just had a fight, going by the bruising on his face, and as he stops and looks around he growls out:]

Who the fuck do I gotta punch t'get sent back?

b.

[demanding answers from the two at the desk gets him nothing - especially because he backs off when the girl starts hiding behind the young man because he's being "too scary". So instead, he's reluctantly looking around the hotel.

Catch him grumbling at the beds - these're fuckin' tiny - or tugging at the doors near the back to see if he can't get them open]

c.

[wildcard, come at me with something else]

A.

[this was not where Klein was expecting to wake next. and he certainly wasn't expecting to have a pendant around his neck that just straight up proclaims:

The Fool Klein Moretti

and he certainly does try his BEST to TAKE IT OFF because he sure has spent like three months in a place where it is VERY INADVISABLE TO HAVE NAMES ON DISPLAY.]

C.

[Later, still clutching onto the pendant a little even if people have assured him it's okay to have names out and about, he's stepping out of the hotel in a manner of a man who thinks he's a bit in a dream.

... it's just... it's been a while. since he's really and truly physically was in a space with modern buildings laid out like this. though the feeling of stale air and of the mists pressing in isn't completely unfamiliar to him either.]

Number 77, was it... that's a lot to have gone through already...

D.

[wildcard. come at me.]

Edited 2025-11-01 05:38 (UTC)

A

[a grim spectre plods out of the hospital - hunched over, unwashed and reeking, his presence made more beastly by the dire wolf pelt over his shoulders. not to mention splattered with blood. it still drips from him, leaving a red trail wherever he goes. actually it… might be from a still open wound, which he is not paying attention to.

as if in a daze, he looks around at the surrounding city. his voice is sandpaper rough, like he’s unused to speech.]

…I thought hell would be warmer.

B

[through that whole hotel spiel, the grim man gave no indication that any of it was reaching him. he was staring forward, expression unchanging - either unaffected or uncomprehending. (honestly he might still be bleeding at this point.)

but once it was all done, an uncanny smile spreads over his face.]

I see… this is but the first step. A little further, into true oblivion.

C?

[ANYWAYS FORGET YOUR HOTEL HE’S JUST GOING TO LIVE IN THE PARK. BYE!]

Edited 2025-11-01 09:43 (UTC)

a.
[ as soon as Ellie is awake, her pendant is tucked into her shirt. no way she's just giving that one out. she trusts the signs exactly 0%, so instead of walking out of the place like everyone else, well--

there's a teenage girl slowly sneaking her way around, gun in hand. the first person she sees, she's going for, and if they don't move fast enough, Ellie sticks her gun right in their face. ]

What the fuck is going on?!

b.
[ up until the announcements start, Ellie is fascinated enough by the Fancy™ that she's just exploring every nook and cranny of the place. eventually she finds her way to the kitchen, and gets distracted mid-raid.

for anyone outside the kitchen, is that the sound of a blender and a microwave running?

...is that the sound of them running three more times? ]

c.
[ expecting Ellie to heed any warnings not to go somewhere is the best way to get her to do it anyway.

how is she going to pay for the food she's raiding from the supermarket? she's not. hopefully someone else can get some before she clears it out, be cause she's got a backpack and it's filling up quick. ]

d.

[ wildcard! hit me with whatever. ]

[Has anyone told you that you reek of blood, sir? It's a bit distracting at this point. When the spiel's over, Phyre approaches. Makes an effort to be casual.]

What's this about "true oblivion"?

[If he had a nickel for every time he woke up in a strange place he didn't recognize, etc etc.

He's tucked his pendant beneath his shirt and followed the crayon signs. Phyre has nothing to say to anyone here until he makes it near the hospital exit, and then he realizes it's-

The middle of the day.

He stops in his tracks, definitely not stepping any nearer, clear confusion and alarm sweeping over his face.]

What...?

[This is absolutely insane; and that's saying something, coming from him.

He doesn't say it aloud, though. Instead, he is looking over the pamphlet he's been given. ...Pockets it, idly.]

"The Evocated." Does that mean anything to you?

[Is he raiding the supermarket? No, not really. He's sitting at a rusted old bench near its entrance, leaning back, legs crossed, eyes closed and EXISTING IN THE SUN!!!

Sometimes he lets out a laugh, amused by god-knows-what.

You could probably convince him to scavenge with you, though. You need an extra pair of hands that you can surely trust(??) to help carry out extra supplies out of the supermarket, right?]

[Well, Mariner was yelling at the ceiling, because that's a very effective way to handle the situation. But she sobers up once she notices blood.]

Woah, dude. I'm all about subverting expectations, but we probably shouldn't let you wander out of a medical facility looking like that.

Uh, y'know, even if it is one that's suspicious as f#$%.

[in contrast to the bloody picture this paints, this guy and his white coat, white dragon horns, and white dragon tail are almost ridiculously pristine. he’s just kind of standing nearby like—well, like he’s positioned himself to observe who else comes out of the building

giving him a level look over]

Hell’s rarely this mundane, sir. Is any of that blood yours?

[ He's just been in the process of checking out his necklace when he hears the voice, so he turns his attention to him instead. And though he does take a few steps toward him, he's staying at a Reasonable Distance and very clearly paying attention to movements Just In Case ]

Ah, I'd wager those of us who are waking up here know as much as you do. An unknown room and a mystery to uncover - it sounds like the beginning of a story to remember. Though whether it'll be a good one or not, who can say.

Edited 2025-11-01 15:54 (UTC)

[he was thinking of carting supplies out of the supermarket, but it’s not dire, and the burst of laughter distracts him, anyway

he’ll come over, leaning over the back of the bench a bit, arms folded atop the back. his icons don’t reflect it but he has horns and a long white dragon tail, which at the moment is swaying at the tip like an inquisitive cat’s]

Nice to see someone’s having a good time.

[ He's been checking out the beds as well, and just giving a little laugh when he hears the complain ]

I'm surprised they're even giving us any at all. For kidnappers, they're surprisingly polite.

Edited 2025-11-01 15:54 (UTC)

[ With his very circus themed outfit he's probably as intimidated as, well. A clown. But he has a gun as well, and knows exactly what's being pointed at him, so he'll at least have enough sense to hold his hands up ]

An excellent question, to be sure. But one I'm afraid I won't be able to answer for you, miss ...?

B.

[ He's paying close attention to the explanation - or whatever little of it they end up getting, anyway. Between Doomed City 77 and offering your memories there is plenty to be worried about, and the girl disappearing only reinforces it no matter what the other staffers say.

But that's all the more reason to try and lifts spirits up. At some point after all that, he's going to clap his hands and demand people's attention. ]

All eyes on me, my friends—!

[ There is a suitably dramatic pause before he stretches his arm out, looking to the horizon but at one in particular - like he's on a stage and putting on a performance. Which, judging by his style of clothing and his dramatic gestures, seems to be exactly what he's going for ]

Today, we stand on an unknown and mysterious path! The road ahead is uncharted, and the steps we have to take upon it are uncertain. But do not give into fear, my friends, for together we shall surely prevail. Hold fast to every last ember of courage and bravery, and raise your voice and spirits to the heavens!

[ It's all said with very obvious theatrical tone. But then he laughs, offers a small bow to whoever's actually listening, and then winks ]

Or if that's not your style, shall we head outside the city? The best way to navigate uncharted waters is to explore them boldly.

Edited 2025-11-01 16:52 (UTC)

[When he opens his eyes, he spots quite a sight: those horns. Well. Just traipsing about in public like that is fairly indicative of his point:]

Oh, no, this is a special circle of hell, probably. Wrapped up in- [Waggles a hand, motioning at the supermarket behind him.] -whatever mundanity this city is supposed to be.

[he does a polite lil clap, applause that doesn’t seem entirely ironic, before he answers]

Thought you’d never ask, sir troubadour. Though I do appreciate the inspiring speech, as well.

[it’s not indicated in his icons, but he doesn’t look entirely human, also; he has white dragon horns and a matching tail]

[ Of course This Man decided to go further up north. People being warned against it is already reason enough on its own, but even without it, he would have wanted to explore further. For anyone who's got just about the same survival instincts, he can be found trying to take the flowers that are wilting at just his presence ]

[ He laughs a little at the clap and words, and though the horns and tail do very obviously catch his attention - he is staring at them - he doesn't ask questions. For now. ]

Thought it be nice to set the mood! The name's Brant, Captain of the Troupe of Fools. With whom do I have the pleasure to speak?

[ Unlike him, he is reading the pamphlet, though the proposal is clearly more worthy of his attention since it's all it takes for him to just set it aside too ]

I am headed for "further than the park up north". How's that for a fun and funny time?

A.

[Free now from the strange infirmary, and the ... honestly kind of endearing signage, Byleth is looking around and looking confused. Almost as though she has never seen this kind of cityscape before.]

Just what is all of this ... ?

C.

[Someone said flowers so she's off stalking through the park to take a look at new and interesting flowers! Bet some of these will make great gifts]

WILD CARD

[do ur worst]

Albert Silverberg, though I’ve no titles so grand to go with the name. A pleasure. It’s nice to see someone resilient in a situation like this.

[offering a hand to shake]

I’ve found Hell usually disguises itself as greener pastures, not mundanity — though that’s not a universal truth, of course. Have you a reason to think that’s where you might be, though? Mostly I’ve just found it dreary and slightly alarming so far.

[ He'll take his hand and give him the most enthusiastic shake before letting it go ]

My title brings me endless pride and joy, and I shall not belittle it. But you needn't think of it as anything so grand - my Troupe and I are but traveling performers, spreading joy and laughter wherever we go!

I'd have to hang my mask in shame if I couldn't give a bit of a motivational speech now and then.

Albert, then! Shall we head outside and see what this wide new world has to offer for us, my friend?

Edited 2025-11-01 18:32 (UTC)

[He chuckles, dryly amused.]

I speak in hyperbole, truly. I only mean that a place like this, where we are kidnapped and expected to feed some greater entity against our will? Never mind the strange, warm welcome.

[Arches a brow.]

We are surrounded by imaginable power. And that sort of thing? Never good.

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Majima Goro (Sheep PGAU)

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	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.