#testingground

[chrismbr]

At the new #TestingGround at #QueenVictoriaMarket for #Midsumma a durational performance by Italian-Kiwi artist Ivan Lupi ‘Not as simple as it sounds - Concerto’ where over 11 days he struck triangles over 100,000 times, in commemoration of the estimated 100,000+ homosexuals arrested, abused and killed during the Holocaust. For this version of the performance the audience were invited to participate, with Ivan reciprocating, hence ‘concerto’. Simple yet profound and moving. Sadly I didn’t have time to return on a later day. (at Testing Grounds) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpGCFKtuJY2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mxchineherald]

♦ (to Orianna @rntr-testinggrounds )

[ask meme here.]

"Success."

[bonus other verses under cut.]

"Secret."

"Gift."

[flordivina]

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽. — ♫ — @rntr-testinggrounds

It has happened too quickly, before she could even control herself & think; as the sudden amount of emotions would swirl on her mind & around her heart, like a caring hand tracing the wounds left in the dark from her memories—

Seraphine had been slightly tired today; going back & forth from Piltover to Zaun was not an easy endeavor when rushing to make up the best of her time while her Dad was too busy with commissions & repairing to stop her from venturing. He was, after all, also doing his part & offering to aid for free any implement that had been damaged during the attack & the rebellions. From filters to breathing masks to prosthetic arms & legs to wheelchairs for anyone regardless of what side of the bridge they came from…

Of course, there were always those who were rightfully afraid to cross into the City of Progress even when some advancement in political relations had been tried during the months following. So Seraphine would go at her own accord & fix those things that could be needed with the independent groups of volunteers; & she had just left another round of her errands when suddenly she heard it…

A gentle & sweet sound; familiarity caressing her ears as nostalgia would give space to wonder…

The musicbox ever so fondly memorized, a hum she had known by heart cause little her loved to hum it as her best friend would practice her dancing & she would await for her classes to end. The first Soul melody she had caught, even before she knew that’s what it was. An actual symphony…

But that couldn’t be possible right? She was probably imagining things, & maybe the hex-crystal droplets inside her headphones were messing around with another zaunite’s melody instead of tampering it; maybe she was mistaken & it was the returning memory of her bedridden friend through the window, perhaps it was overlapping after seeing so many teenagers & childrens suffering still…

There was no way that the melody she was following, growing louder & fonder with every step, would be hers… right?

She was probably dead by now; right? But she never knew if she had died, she had hoped for her to return; despite her family pushing the idea such thing wasn’t plausible. She was probably dead… —probably…

Before she knows consciously; it’s like her heart burst in the symphony. Every note follows just as she remembers, clear & unique; moving her to the point of tears filling her eyes; & in the caught instant, she’s back to be 13 years old, rushing to meet her best friend with a hug as soon as the door would open. For a moment, time had not passed, for a moment she forgets. It’s for a moment that her eyes don’t notice the mechanical porcelain-doll like shape; it’s for a moment she doesn’t notice how there’s no human skin, it’s for a moment she wishes she could just feel trapped in the idea…

It’s funny how her Soul’s melody isn’t disturbed by the mechanical voice; only her remembrance & dream…

“Oh—… oh, I’m… I’m sorry, I got too emotional for a moment…” She would quickly apologize as the embrace would ease, reluctantly before stepping back. Turquoise gaze meeting with the features that now formed her face; it was like looking to a pretty doll, one of those from the artisan markets they would pass on their way to school. She would always point at the ballerinas to Orianna, telling her one day she would gift one to her when they graduated from the Conservatory & she was Piltover’s most famous dancer.

But how; & why—

“I… didn’t mean to startle you. I—… You reminded me of someone for a moment; a very good old friend. I had not seen her in several years &… funnily enough I don’t even know if she’s still among the cities.”

She didn’t have the heart to say ‘dead’ ; she was reluctant to that; even more so now. Everything alive could produce a melody, Seraphine had noticed with time. Humans, Vastayans, Animals, even the plants had their own gentle manner to express one if she touched them properly. Nothing that was fully mechanical or devoid of a Soul, could produce the symphonies her heart attuned to.

Every corpse was always silence ; like that morning she had left for good

“Oh, yeah, I had not presenting myself even. My name is Seraphine.” Her smile would be kind even as her tears had teared up a little bit; as if she could still hear herself greeting the blonde girl sitting at the desk next to hers the first day of school...

“What’s yours?”

[wayfaringstrangxr]

🛏️ (from Mel to Jayce)

send 🛏️ for my  muse’s reaction to yours crawling into bed with them ( add reverse for my muse crawling into bed with yours ! ) @rntr-testinggrounds

He was dreaming about that day again, it was almost like if the cold reached his body outside the dream, as if it would freeze it all, forever. And when his throat couldn't stand another scream for help, the sky cleared, the snow storm was pushed away and the sun brought warmth to his cold skin. The same smile that appeared on his dream, could also be seen as Mel approach him.

Unconsciously he opened his arms for her to lay on his chest, while in his dream, flower started to bloom amidst the melting snow.

[runes-menagerie]

"Who...are you?" The girl ask, unblinking eyes staring at the image of the woman before her. She couldn't even tell if the woman was really there or if she was imagining it - if her mind still was capable of imagining things. "Have we met before?" (To Sky, from Orianna @rntr-testinggrounds )

"My name is Sky and we haven't met directly before but a dear friend of mine told me about you." Sky answered with a kind smile from where her manifest form sat on the edge of the girl's bed. "I wanted to come check on you to make sure you were alright after being gone so long."

[anomallis]

❛  nothing's going to happen to us, right?  ❜ (From Orianna @rntr-testinggrounds )

@rntr-testinggrounds

He turns to her, golden eyes looking over the metallic body that she now possessed. Admiring his work in silence as he made small assessments, edits that he would have to suggest now that the girl was up and about. Walking amongst people as she should have for years. He knew this would bring joy to the doctors face when he got to see his daughter walking again.

" 𝖭𝗈, 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 ." He says rather softly, approaching the female automata. " 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 - 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 ? 𝖶𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 ?" The third arm on his back carefully taking his staff from him as he holds out a hand to her, as if asking permission to observe her fingers.

" 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 ."

[hexedevolution]

🫂 from Orianna ( @rntr-testinggrounds )

Send 🫂 to just hug my muse. No reason. Hug them.

Viktor froze momentarily as the construct wrapped her arms around him. He had since learned of Singed's true work - what everything had been building up towards. Rio. Shimmer. Warwick. Himself. It was all a chain of events that finally came together so Orianna could wake up. Viktor had seen her in her stasis pod - through Singed's tough. Perhaps the Doctor had intended for him to see - to understand. He was possibly the only one who could truly fathom, and agree, with what Singed had planned.

This was what Viktor had envisioned for the future. Perfection in metal. No use for fear of diseases or even death. Orianna would be one of the first to know true peace.

"Welcome back, Miss Reveck." He spoke as gently as his voice allowed, placing one hand between her shoulder blades upon her back. The other remained clinging to his staff.

[elivenya]

People are always mad at me when i am saying that they are enabeling their behaviour with paying 40 bucks for dlc's that are just worth 20. And even more for saying for saying that the kits are microtranaction testingground...

But there are plenty of flying monkeys who would rather attack the messernger instead of questioning their own behaviour.

Also, not to be all "i told you so" but like a few years ago I was like "EA is killing The Sims" and a bunch of people got fuck mad at me? And I was like "there either won't be a sims 5 or it will be free to play"?

I mean, I'm fine because I'm happy with the sims games we have the modding community that is thriving but... like, guys, the way the economy and the tech industry is companies like EA just aren't interested in creating quality products. ESPECIALLY not for IPs like The Sims.

They're on a sinking ship and they KNOW it. Why do you THINK they've been spending money on shit like reality shows and not the game? They literally started off this job description with "HELP US STOP BLEEDING PLAYERS!! DEAR GOD!!!!"

[shopsui]

Collective Territories at @vicmarket @2joes @claudialaustudio #oysters #ceramics #patina #testingground #evolvingconcepts #melbourne (at Queen Victoria Market) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeyIQkXvDwq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[s3783392-blog]

04/03/2019

Week one, day one: Bachelor of Interior Design at RMIT.

Myself and 140 other first-year students met at Testing Grounds - (a contemporary space for emerging artists to create and experiment in) where we spent 3 hours building a framework for a large scale piece “Hostile Infrastructure” by an artist with a physical disability leaving him reliant on wheelchair assistance. 

The piece becomes more narrow and isolated in scale, communicating the struggles of navigation and accessibility within public areas while using a wheelchair. The sculpture functions by inviting people who use wheelchairs to make their way through, to which they will ultimately find themselves stuck in a narrow space. Whether or not the person decides to wheel backward in a struggle or push through and destroy the walls of the artwork is up to them. This then provokes small decisions which are burdened on people with physical disabilities every day in public spaces. 

As a designer, inclusivity is vital in creating interiors/exteriors which can accommodate everyone, we must avoid building spaces which create barriers that will inevitably trigger an apprehensive sense of exclusiveness and discrimination against people with disabilities. 

Building this sculpture collectively, endorsed a strong team working ethic, despite the scorching sun on our faces and the humidity that followed, we were able to maintain positive perspectives while interacting with classmates for the very first time.

[mxchineherald]

👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑 @rntr-testinggrounds

[ask meme here.]

ooc :: Wow thanks! I'm so glad you enjoy my writing so much! I've been a fan of yours for a while before we started interacting, so this means a lot! It makes me happy to know that my hard work is appreciated.

And your characterization is so good! I love how you portray LeBlanc and Orianna. It's such a cool way of taking the characters and making them something more complex.

[chrismbr]

Saturday arvo #BFT gym drinks at #StompingGround followed by a tram ride to the city and up behind the #ArtsCentre: it seems that #TestingGrounds is now covered by a space frame?! (at Testing Grounds) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdNE7ysLKJZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[wayfaringstrangxr]

"Are you alright, Mister...?" (Baby Ori, @rntr-testinggrounds )

@rntr-testinggrounds

He was far from alright. His head hurt, but the worst was the ache on his leg. It was certainly broken, he just didn't new how bad it was, yet. It was cold and his mouth was dry, he could taste his own blood.

Her voice startled him, waking Jayce from his semi-concient state. At first he tought to be his mother, but the voice was completely different, certaintly belonging to a child, but what would a child be doing there? And where was "there"?

There was little light, but he could see a small silhouette. "Wh-Who are you?"

[runes-menagerie]

♦(to Sky, from Orianna @rntr-testinggrounds )

meme here

"Dream."

[artdocmelbourne]

Test Sites program for Testing Grounds, 2019.

[hexedevolution]

@rntr-testinggrounds / @blackrosesmatron liked this post for a starter

Viktor didn't appreciate the disruption. The lab was usually a sanctuary of silence, concentration or scientific elation. Viktor revelled in the small number of people that would come and go. It allowed his theories to go undisturbed - until now.

Although it was true Mel had approached them both - but it was very clear to him where her true gaze lay. Every time they were trying to have a discussion, Mel barely registered Viktor's existence. Spoke over him - sometimes even physically as she spoke over his head as he sat. Hardly addressed him, let alone looked him in the eyes. As if he were an obstacle. The only time his words meant anything to her was when they fell from Jayce's lips. Viktor didn't mind being kept out of the political nonsense, but less so when it came to things of his own design.

With a clearly bitter, irritated tone in his voice, he barely looked up from his scramble of notes after clocking her approach. "As you can see, Jayce isn't here. And no, I don't know where he went."