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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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Standing and holding a conversation with the brat who had gone his own way. He didn't want to feel nostalgia. He wanted to get the mission done so he could turn his back on the brat and forget everything in his head again.]
Then maybe you should try not making it so easy, cabron. [He turns his head, looking at the cowboy-wannabe from under the dark holes in his mask.] Easy targets are the ones you take aim for first, even you know that.
[There's a low rumble of echoing laughter from him, a whisp of black fog swirling out from under his hood.]
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Realizing what he's done, what he's implied, Jesse tsks at himself and looks away. Reaper might deserve that kind of bite, Gabriel Reyes did not. That fight was a long time coming and he knows it. It speaks volumes for how little he's actually grown in his time since Blackwatch when that's the barb he chose to stick. Reaper's right in that at least, life taught him to punish weakness. Blackwatch simply hammered it home.]
... alright, maybe we oughta take a step back here and start over at the beginnin'. [Apologies are awkward for him, always have been. When you've spent a lifetime protecting yourself with a poker face, willingly exposing yourself isn't just difficult, it's damn near impossible.] I don't think either of us signed up to salt each other for an entire week, and I sure as hell don't wanna be fightin' with the only other gun I trust on this rig.
["Trust."] If I start relaxin' a lil less, maybe you can start doin' it a lil more?
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The kid was damn lucky that he backpedals when he does. His hand had already moved under his coat, fingers easily finding the handles to his too-large shotguns. He would have been moments from having the other staring down the barrel of the damn things if not for the single word used in his half-assed apology.
Trust. Jesse had to be kidding him.
Smoke, thick like fog was curling around his body, like an overworked machine spewing smoke after a small internal fire, and he fixes the other with a nearly glowing stare from under his stylized mask. He could shoot the other up now and be done with it. He'd feel better about it, wouldn't he.
His fingers squeeze against the handle of his shotgun again, before dropping it to the side. Hissing out a low growl of irritation. Jesse knew exactly what he'd done. He'd leave it as a warning, making no subtle movements that would hide the fact that he very well had just considered shooting the ingrate where he stood.]
...Didn't sign up for it, but I've never been one to bend at the knee to fate. [Needlessly edgy wordplay, check.] Wouldn't want to be you fighting me either. Good save, cowboy. [Needlessly cocky half-threat, check.] Start keeping your nose clean. ["Or next time, I won't stay my gun."]
I could pull enough weight for everyone on this trip. But I'm not a babysitter, and you know that. [A rough growl.] Look alive, and maybe I will start doing a little more.
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Not from Gabriel. Not from the man who had sat him down and talked to him seriously when he'd been looking at life in prison. Someone who hadn't sugarcoated what he'd done or tried to impress on him the gravity of the situation. Gabriel had laid it out for him, clean and simple. Sign up and work off the debt or die in prison. Maybe he'd hated the choice- but at least Gabriel had given it to him like an adult.
He huffs a sigh and buries his nose under the collar of his serape to hide his irritation. Reaper, not Gabriel.
Should've just gone for the draw. He thinks a little ruefully.]
Look, we ain't been on this planet long enough to know what's all in store for us. An' bein' a professional, [He can't entirely keep the sarcasm out of his tone.] I'm sure I don't gotta remind you 'bout the importance of savin' your energy, 'specially since this lot ain't exactly up to keeping a night watch. [He jerks a thumb at their incapacitated team, one of which is babbling to the air about beautiful butterflies. Charming.]
All I'm sayin' is doin' nothing's got its merits. [He adjusts his belt as he says this, settling for keeping his arms at his side.] But if you're so darn keen on the idea of keepin' busy, how 'bout I go and do a perimeter check?