// 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.

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[That confirms it - Marco doesn't like feeling pity any more than he likes being the object of it. It's definitely what he's feeling for Tobias, and it twists in his gut like some kind of illness, like he's on whatever berries Tobias got second-hand and they're making his stomach queasy.

Pushing the thought aside, he sets his jaw and tries to figure out how to respond without letting Tobias know how much this whole thing is bothering him. The last thing he wants is for Tobias to feel pitied, and Marco's jaw tenses as he tries to push it down until the pity is gone.]

Sure thing, man.

[It isn't pity that makes him humor Tobias, but something else. Empathy, maybe, though he wouldn't want to admit it. Some understanding of what Tobias has gone through. How often had he been going to school, walking down the street, and thought he'd seen his mother, after her 'death'? How many times had he wanted it so badly to be true?

So he moves, heading in the direction that Tobias indicates. Because dangerous planet be damned, hallucinations be damned, Animorphs can take care of themselves. And each other. They'll be okay.]

This way?

[bird_boy]

[ When Marco asks if he's going in the right direction still, Tobias is gripped with uncertainty. ]

< I don't know...>

[ He doesn't know. He'd seen her in the trees... but every direction looks the same to him. He can't seem to remember which way he'd come to get here, or distinguish between the separate patches of forest. He's still coherent enough to know that he ought to be able to tell. Navigating would be easier from high in the air, but Tobias can feel the weakness in his wings. It's taking all his concentration to grip Marco's shoulder and balance and not fall off ]

<Why aren't you complaining?>

[ Something is off. Marco is never this ready to just go along with things. And Marco is definitely never this quiet, even after he's been convinced of a plan. Even when he's messed up - too messed up for his terrible jokes - Marco still usually finds something to talk about.

Tobias turns his head from side to side. The plants are from an ecosystem he doesn't know. It's like an uncanny valley effect, but with nature. On the ship, at least, everything was obviously unfamiliar. But this place is just close enough to his own habitat back home to be creepy. ]

<Where are we, again?>