// TEST DRIVE_

[eluviomods]

// TEST DRIVE_ Welcome to Eluvio's Test Drive Meme! Whether you'd like to try out a character in the setting, get some samples for your application, or just mess around and have fun, this is the place to do it. If you're getting samples together, remember that you need at least four comments made by you in the thread for it to count. Pick any of the scenarios below or make up any of your own. This is space! There are infinite worlds and possibilities. If you'd like to thread out hijacking a ship, do it! If you'd like to get stuck on a remote planet with only one other person for company, do it! Take the wheel and guide your own adventure! The most important thing is to have fun! ➣ SCENARIO 001. Something's wrong with the fleet. A week ago, explosions of unknown origin took out two of the fleet's abandoned ships and the power systems and ever since, daily life has been something of a challenge. Full power still hasn't been restored, so all of the amenities you've come to enjoy have been unavailable. The holorooms, the training areas, the recreational areas, the exotic restaurants and shops: they're all either not working or not working properly. When they're on, the lights are dim and operating on emergency power only. When they're not, they're flickering on and off or they're just plain off. Sometimes doors shut and don't open, trapping people inside lifts and rooms. Sometimes the gravity even goes. And that's just the malfunctions. Rumor has it that bodies of former passengers, or at least parts of them, are being found here and there throughout the ship in often gruesome ways. None of the crew members have answers. The rest of the passengers are clueless at best or forming conspiracy theories at worst. Good luck, unwilling arrivals! You're going to need it just to get through the day. [ NOTES: What this means is that basic systems on the fritz and characters may encounter issues and inconveniences of any level of severity. Types of problems include, but are not limited to: glitches in the communication network that lead to dropped connections or attempts to reach a character connecting with the wrong recipient, unreliable gravity that goes out at various parts of the ship at random times, lights going out completely for an hour or two, or doors jamming and trapping characters in unfortunate and awkward situations. ] ➣ SCENARIO 002. Congratulations! You've been selected to be part of the team being sent down to the planet around which the fleet is currently orbiting. Initial scans of the surface show that oxygen is in abundance, temperatures support carbon-based life-forms, and there aren't any large quantities of poisonous gases that might pose problems. Your mission is to secure a landing site, set up a camp, and locate edible flora and fauna. Stores aboard ship are running a bit low on food and it's projected to be another three weeks before the fleet reaches a station large enough to replenish supplies. Once identified, larger parties will be sent to the surface to help hunt and gather. The good news is, scans show fruits, vegetables, and animals are plentiful. The bad news is that once your ship lands on the planet, everything goes sideways. An unexpected ion storm sweeps through the solar system, shorting out communications between the fleet and the team. It wreaks havoc with the electronics planet-side too, temporarily shorting out the smaller craft's navigational array. Until it passes, about six standard days, you're stuck down there. And the bountiful harvest isn't without its dangers. Even the most docile looking animal will attack. Sampling the fruits and vegetables will cause temporary paralysis, hallucinations, and psychosis. Inhaling pollen will bring out a person's baser instincts. The planet itself is predatory, you see. Everything on it has evolved to entice visitors from nearby systems and kill them. And the fleet's unwittingly taken the bait. ➣ SCENARIO 003. It's been a rough day. Everything's going wrong. Machines are breaking down everywhere. The owner of your favorite business wasn't there today and the store was closed when you stopped by to pick something up. A coworker didn't show up for work, leaving you with an interested workload. And now it feels like you're being watched. It started about ten minutes ago, but whenever you turn to look, there's no one there. The feeling doesn't go away, though. No matter where you are, it feels like eyes are watching. Did you hear something? A quiet, scuffling scratching sound just for a second? Maybe you did. Maybe you didn't. But it came from the misshapen monstrosity that just punched a hole through the bulkhead right beside you. The creature makes a low, wet gargling noises and darts toward you: six to seven feet tall, vaguely humanoid, and covered in strange growths over which is stretched bubbling grayish-brown skin. Maybe you notice tatters of familiar clothing hanging off of it. Or there's enough left of its eyes to recognize the shape and color. Or maybe something about the noises it's making sound familiar. It's your missing coworker and it looks like the unfortunate soul ran afoul of that weird slimy creature the science team brought back from that jungle planet a month ago. The good news: you can kill it. The bad news: it can kill you. It's fast, it's hungry, and it reproduces at an alarming rate. A single bite can transfer the parasites in its bloodstream to you. Then you'll be just like your buddy. And that shop owner you like so much. And all of the people on Level 12. And... ➣ SCENARIO 004. You're welcomed and encouraged to make up your own scenarios. As you can see, there will be a wide variety of the types of things your character will encounter in this game. So feel free to make your starters as horrific, sexy, lighthearted, action-packed, or slice of life as you'd like. Make up a planet, make up a location on the Eluvio, make up a ship in the fleet, fight off a zombie alien invasion, there's no limit to what you can do on the TDM.

Comments

003

[hellshot]

[The accent is one that's all too recognisable and, in all likelyhood, what's being said isn't even a strange sentence to be relayed over the communicator. His own personal brand of fighting requires he get up close and personal with his foe, and Widowmaker? Well.

He lets out a low, growling hiss of irritation as he turns his head, just once, to try to spot where she's perched. Out of sight and too well hidden was his guess when his minute search was unsuccessful, so...

In moments, he's ducking his head, knowing that the explosive sound of the woman's Sniper rifle is going to roar past his head--and through the head of the beast he'd been attempting to blow apart with his shotguns.

Doesn't mean he won't take a moment to hiss at his associate through the communicator.]

Why do you always choose the exact moment I'm about to finish someone off to take it into your own hands.

[Fucking kill-stealing snipers.]

[distort]

[ He's right, of course. The bare instant he's out of the way, the Widow's Kiss strikes. The shot rings true, and what had been the creature's head a second ago is now a pulpy remain. But there's no accounting for momentum, because that isn't her job. Reaper may just find he's made a new friend in the slumping, warped corpse that falls for him.

Her voice follows from her hidden niche, even as ever: ] I spared you the ammunition.

[ Isn't she so helpful, so thoughtful?? ]

[hellshot]

[Oh, she's the most thoughtful fucking associate in the entire world. He might have taken a moment to appreciate Widow's handiwork with her shot, but any appreciation is gone in moments as the beast's body falls towards him like a crumbling tower.

Lucky he's got the forethought to phase-shift, turning into a cloud of curling, acrid fog, shifting around the falling beast's form and re-forming on the side that's less likely to fall and crush him. He shoots a hidden glare from where he stands, brushing his shoulder off with clear irritation.]

Generous of you, to keep me from spitting out shrapnel all night. [He doesn't hide the irritation in his voice, but he's back on Alert. Weren't there two of the things?

Seeing its partner fall, the second creature starts on the attack, looking not to Reaper, the closer foe, but for the source of its partner's 'kiss' of death.]

--Move. Now. [He's already groping for another gun under his coat, taking off after the thing.]

[distort]

[ She pulls back from her scoped view -- not to see the creature making for her, as it has ducked out of her line of sight, but because she's long since learned to trust a command like that.

She springs easily to her feet from her crouch, and a brush of a moment later her grappling gun has fired. She swings across the open hall, headed for the opposite ventilation platform. Behind her, the creature crashes down on her former post three seconds too late.

Maybe these things don't retain much of their former intelligence. Or maybe this one in particular was just an idiot. Either way, it swipes futilely after her as she makes her escape. Her midair sigh into the link is light. ]

Will you take it, or shall I?

[ A chance to get back that stolen kill, see? She's so nice. ]