// 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

hoot hoot motherfucker

[hellshot]

[Were his face unobstructed by the strangely stylized mask he's wearing, it'd be painfully obvious that he's fixing the one-eyed idiot with an expression that suggests that Sachi is exactly that. An idiot. His head tips to the side instead, and that expressionless mask just faces the other for a few more seconds than necessary before he lets out an irritated sound--nearly like a hiss.]

Burning them doesn't suggest that they need to be burnt here and immediately, dumbass. [He points at the growing piles that litter around their feet. Obviously he meant they should be BROUGHT somewhere for the job. Throw them into an incinerator. Something.

But that aside...]

Of course I have access to the airlocks. I have access to the entire goddamn ship, so long as there's even an inch to sneak in through. [This tone is cocky, now, instead. Some parts of the ship were way tighter than others, but... getting into a place like the airlocks would be simple work for a man who could literally turn into a cloud.]

[thornvine]

[he doesn't need direct line of sight to reaper's face to know -- he affixes him back with what seems to be a one-eyed stare, if it weren't for a odd, somewhat piercing sensation that he was being looked at deeper than just his surface, from somewhere underneath that mess of bangs that covers half of his face. he shrugs, however, unfazed... or more accurately, just uncaring.]

You were the one that suggested it first. [simple as that.]

[and once more, body poised in a seemingly relaxed yet still-alert way, he looks aside for a second down the hallway before back to the masked man, his look feeling as usual once again.]

I actually meant permission to access the airlocks, but I guess neither of us care much about that. Fine, then.

Start gathering them up.

[hellshot]

Take the time to get a free pass, and we'll be overrun before it's approved. [Old habits from Blackwatch certainly did die hard. It was easy to bend and break the rules if it got a job done faster. Maybe that was part of the reason why he was passed over for the position of Strike Commander in the first place.

He sneers at Sachi from under his mask. This little(not so little, you titan) bastard really needed to be taken down a peg, so far as he was concerned. But that could be saved for later. He didn't much like taking orders from others, but if there's one thing he wants done, it's getting these things gone.

Sachi doesn't have to ask twice before he's moving to sweep the damn things together, using his feet to rather unceremoniously gather them up into piles.

We're going to need a big box for this.]

drink more milk and you'll make my height maybe

[thornvine]

[cutting corners...

well, it wasn't like sachi didn't approve or anything. he was fine with ignoring rules or whatever for a better outcome -- a lawless man, who less broke the rules rather than he just didn't care they existed.

while reaper starts kicking the furballs together into a pile, the other continues standing there with his hands shoved in his pockets for a moment. absolutely useless, you'd think, as he closes his eye and remains quiet for a few seconds -- and then he'll finally start to contribute, anyway.

from somewhere uncertain, he retrieves a funny-looking thing that in his world, would be called a wand if it weren't for the fact that its appearance and how he holds it kind of looks more like a mace. his conductor for manipulating shinsoo -- and it glows faintly, bright gold vines sprouting from the ground and spreading to gather all the furballs into a cooped pile.

you needed a big box, you said? how's this for show?]

Guess we'll have to split the process into a few rounds. [and screw whatever poor planet these furballs land on, if they survive out in space, too...]

im going to have to drink a whole cow to get to your height

[hellshot]

[Alright, give him a minute. Back where he's from, Reaper himself is the closest goddamn thing you get to a creature that can be described as supernatural. And the fact that his existence is more born of science than magic--when Sachi starts his little light show with vines that seem to crawl out of no-where gets the mercenary to stop.

And to stare.

His arms are full of the brown, churping fuzzballs and, in that moment, he's grateful for his mask and the expression of shock on his face that Sachi won't see. Instead, he'll conduct himself cooly and without a hint that he was taken aback by Sachi's little light show, and...]

What with a fancy little parlour trick like that, why not carry them all at once.

[His dry tone hits the mark, he figures. Good god, what are you.]

you'll need a whole farm

[thornvine]

[he'll look over, his body not moving an inch -- his conductor held in one fist with its end glowing an orange-gold, his usually red eye lightening a tad to endear itself to a similar colour. he's got that brow quirked, faintly, almost skeptically so, but unsurprised -- he's a unique one, even back where he's from.

the vines intertwine, practically making a basket of sorts to keep the furballs contained, every twist of golden shinsoo an extension of his will.

it is worth noting that somewhere deep down in that cold, cynical heart, he is a little amused that he's got these furballs in the bag (or in the vines, rather --) while reaper is stuck standing there, holding them by the armful.]

You thought I was going to do anything different? Why not carry them all to the airlock. Saves us the travel time of going back and forth.

[yeah, if you thought you were being snarky -- he was being real.]