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// TEST DRIVE MEME_
// 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.  It's a normal day aboard the Eluvio. Maybe you're on your way to work. Maybe you're hanging out with friends. You can even be up to nefarious misdeeds. Whatever the case, you're having a relatively uneventful day. And then you see it. From a distance, it looks like a ball of fur. Up close, it looks like a ball of fur. If you touch it, it will chitter at you. It will vibrate and purr. Where this is coming from is anyone's guess because even if you turn it over, there's nothing to see but more fur. It's pretty harmless, though. Leave it there. Take it with you. The choice is yours. As you continue about your day, you'll begin to notice more of these little furballs. On the ground. Sitting on tables. Here and there at random intervals. By the end of the day, they're fucking everywhere. Good luck! If you get overwhelmed, maybe go talk to that bald starship captain who showed up last week. He might know something about the furry invaders. ➣ 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, NPC Captain Picard, there's no limit to what you can do on the TDM. |
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I don't need all of them. [ and there's the surprise faded away, something settled and reassured to see him of all people (the only other one left from freelancer, the only one likely to get her anymore) inside of her as she falls back to the justification she was searching for. not even wash is going to get her to admit that she was really liking the damn things. ]
I just wanted to put the first one back where I found it.
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[ It's been a long road, getting back to who he was before Freelancer fucked him up, and he still isn't there yet. But he's closer than he was. Time spent with the Reds and Blues helped. Learning Carolina survived helped.
So it isn't difficult to keep teasing. Just a little. That he's relieved to see another familiar face probably has something to do with that, too. ]
You sure? [ He points toward a pile of the furballs in the corner that he hadn't seen when he walked in. Have they multipled since then or had he simply not noticed? It's hard to tell. ] They seem to like forming clusters. You could drop them off there. If you want to get rid of them.
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[ turning back to the table that holds not only the tribble that's been keeping her company today but two of its... siblings? whatever - carolina is as matter-of-fact as anything as she scoops them all up into one arm, cradling them against her chest to carry them over to the corner. wash must be onto something, so they'll like being together.
except... yeah, they're still kind of nice to hold, purring against her chest like this. there's a soft, sudden moment of pure awwww on carolina's face as she stops above the pile in the corner, hesitating to drop her armful. before wash can comment on it (and if he does, there's every chance he'll get hit for it) she crouches to drop them from a much lesser height, being downright gentle about it.
even if they would probably bounce no problem, now that she thinks of it. ]
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He can feel a smirk starting and wrestles it back off his face by the time she's done setting the... things... free. It lingers, itching at the corners of his mouth. Nonchalantly, he rubs at his face like he's tired, just the picture of innocence, before he gives up. ]
I have one. [ By some herculean force of willpower, he manages to keep it casual instead of gleefully smug. He doesn't want to get hit. ] It's kind of greyish. Woke up one morning and found it in my quarters. [ He shrugs one shoulder. ] It's all right.
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Really? [ she crosses her arms loosely over her chest, as if this is the most perfectly way to have a casual reunion with your teammate. under circumstances like this, it might as well be. ] Why keep it?
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And maybe he's feeling a little on the spot right now, trying to explain something that's silly to someone he really doesn't want to look stupid in front of. It's been years since he was a rookie Freelancer, but Carolina can still make him feel like a bumbling idiot when she tries. ]
I don't know. Figured it wasn't hurting anything and I didn't know what else to do with it. [ He probably could have dropped it off at work, but for the time being, he's content to not bring up that he's the director of cativities, of all dumb things, to his sometimes boss. A shade of doubt crosses his face as he glances toward the pile of things. Are there more already? It looks like it. ] There's only the one though. I don't know where all of these are coming from.
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[ there's nothing to indicate that the rest of these things have multiplied because others have forgotten to spay/neuter/whatever their trilling puffs. looking at them, carolina would have no way to start guessing how they got around, let alone reproduced. but wash caught her being soft and the payment for that is carolina putting him on the spot and finding something to give him shit about. ]
Your little guy's lucky to have you, I'm sure.
[ carolina pushing her project freelancer teammates for motivation is just as old as doing it to give them a bit of affectionate hell sometimes; she just gets to do it a lot less. ]