// TEST DRIVE MEME_

[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. 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.

Comments

[ouzel]

[ Cassian can read between lines and this particular story doesn't sit well with him, so he takes in Luke's facial expression with an internal sigh.

It's still a war. It's still messy, and bloody, and apparently Bail Organa dies. ]

He was a good man.

[taggingwomprats]

That's what she told me.

[ Luke's quiet. Reflective. But he brightens a little and glances at Cassian as he steps out of the closet doorway. ]

Still, your mission on Scarif worked, didn't it?

[ He's still assuming Cassian knows what happened afterward. ]

[ouzel]

As far as we know. We got the transmission through.

[ Cassian tilts his head. ]

But we didn't make it off the planet's surface before the Death Star was fired upon us.

[taggingwomprats]

[ Oh. Luke's eyes widen as he keys the closet door shut. Tribble problem (hopefully) solved in the short term. That's - wow. Wait, does that mean Cassian is saying that he's dead? ]

No way.

[ He blinks. That might explain why he's never really heard the name before. ]

So you're-? Wait, how are you talking to me right now?

[ Are they all dead and in the afterlife? Should he be looking for Ben Kenobi? ]

[ouzel]

According to these people I arrived just before, in those last seconds.

[ Granted Cassian only believes that half the time, so. ]

I'm living and breathing at the moment, at least.

[taggingwomprats]

Well... that's... good. That you're breathing now, I mean.

[ Luke blows out a breath, brow furrowed. That's a tough one to follow up on. ]

Uh, well, if it's any consolation, it worked. We destroyed the Death Star - I mean, I fired the shots that did it, but a lot of good people were up there with me.

[ouzel]

It's good to know. Thank you.

[ Cassian nods and claps Luke on the shoulder. ]

I wouldn't worry about the rest if I were you.

[taggingwomprats]

I'll do my best not to.

[ He shoots Cassian a smile that's actually heartfelt. Luke's something of an optimist, after all. He bounces back pretty quickly. ]

How long have you been here, anyway?

[ouzel]

About fourteen days? Not very long, really.

[ That smile goes a long way, actually. Cassian has a good feeling about Luke. ]

It's weird, I'll give you that.

[taggingwomprats]

[ A lot of people have good feelings about Luke. It comes from being a super optimistic farmboy. Or something. ]

It definitely seems weird. A ship with technology that's close not close enough and we're in a whole different galaxy. It just doesn't make any sense, but if this were an IMperial operation, you'd think they would've scooped us up by now...

[ouzel]

[ It's probably the Force, but then again Cassian doesn't know much about that in general. Force sensitive he is not. ]

I don't know what Imperials would want with me or my friends, considering. [ Considering they were seconds from death when they arrived here. ] Or why they'd stick us in a place like this. I think this might even be beyond them.

[taggingwomprats]

Yeah, that's the feeling I'm getting myself.

[ He tends to be a bit suspicious, but not paranoid. ]

Maybe they're telling the truth. Not that I like getting pulled into another galaxy by... whatever it was that brought us here, but I can't really change it. Yet.

[ouzel]

Maybe. I suspect they're not telling the entire truth, to be honest.

[ Cassian nods. ]

Yet. Key part.

[taggingwomprats]

Yeah. I'm not about to start shooting up the place, but... it feels strange. Like - I don't know. I can't put my finger on it.

[ouzel]

Like we're not being told the whole story? [ Cassian nods. ] It reeks, honestly, of selective storytelling.

[taggingwomprats]

That's one way to put it.

[ Luke rubs his his forehead with a pair of fingers. He feels like he's on the verge of a headache. ]

I guess asking them directly is out of the question, huh?

[ouzel]

It doesn't seem to get anyone anywhere.

[ A bit of a shrug. It's not surprising or unexpected, honestly. ]