// 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

Luke Skywalker | Star Wars

[taggingwomprats]

001

[ Luke is... sort of used to random fuzzy thing popping up now and again. He's spent the last three years gallivanting around the galaxy with the Rebellion and he's seen his share of strange things. To be fair, some of the fuzzy things weren't that friendly and tended to have teeth and claws and other nastiness. These, though? They look positively harmless. The first one he runs across is on his way across the hangar to check on his X-Wing. He spots the purring little fuzzy ball nestled in a stack of crates and he detours over to give it a look. ]

Hey there, little guy. Where'd you come from?

[ Yes, Luke is talking to it. Don't knock it. He reaches out cautiously and gives the little ball of fuzz and quick pet. Well, it's not trying to eat his hand. Yet. He glances up, looking for someone he can put a question to. ]

Hey, you know where this little thing came from...?

003

[ It's quiet. A little too quiet, if you ask Luke. He's stopped into one of the electronic shops to pick up some power converters, but there's no one manning the desk and the rest of the shop seems curiously deserted. He's waited for about five minutes, but the hair on the back of his neck is starting to stand on end and that little alarm bell in his head - the one he's learned to trust - is nudging at his psyche. He carefully steps around the desk and heads toward the door that leads into the back, one hand at his hip. ]

I have a bad feeling about this...

[ He keys the door open and eases into the storage area. ]

Hey - anyone back here? I've been waiting-

[ He doesn't get further than a few steps when something comes crashing through the bulkhead. It's fast, it's not friendly, and Luke barely has time to scramble out of the way. His lightsaber is in his hand and ignited in the blink of an eye, the blue-white blade shimmering and throwing harsh shadows as he prepares for the next attack. ]

Hey, wait-!

OO4

[ Wilcard! Meet him somewhere. Maybe he's working on his X-Wing, maybe he's meditating. Say hi! ]

001!!

[caressive]

[ At Luke's request, Poe turns from where he stood sorting through tools to jog over, letting out a low whistle when he realizes they have live cargo. Not threatening at all, by the looks of it, but he knows better than to assume as much. ]

Not really. Could've stowed away. [ He cards a hand through his hair. Well. ] Or maybe we've got a smuggler on board.

[taggingwomprats]

Fleet this size? Wouldn't surprise me if we had more than one.

[ Luke laughs ruefully and juggles the little fuzzball into his arms where it starts to purr happily. ]

Seems pretty harmless. At least it's not trying to bite me or anything. [ Huh. ]

You know, I'm not even sure it has a mouth...

1

[bespin]

[ Lando, meanwhile is overrun with the things. They're appearing all over the Falcon and he can't take it anymore! He's carrying them out an armload at a time, trying to gather them in one central pile so maybe they can, I don't know, airlock them or something. ]

I don't know, but don't let them fool you-- they're a menace. Why they-- [ Hang on a second, he knows that voice. ] --Luke?

i apologize for conflicting canon points

[taggingwomprats]

[ Luke turns around at the sound of Lando's voice - and his name. ]

Yeah...?

[ He sounds a touch confused. He's not exactly unknown. Blowing up the Death Star and helping to spearhead the Rebel Alliance gets you on a lot of wanted posters. But usually people who recognize him from those call him "Skywalker". And then the familiar shape of the Falcon settles into his head. ]

Hey, who are you, anyway?

no apologizing, that just makes it more fun!

[bespin]

[ Okay something's not right here. He knows he and Luke aren't exactly close without Han and Leia around, but the guy should at least know him. ]

Luke, it's me. Lando. You hit your head or something?

[taggingwomprats]

[ Luke shifts the tribble in his arms so it's a little more out of the way. His right hand is free now - he's run into more than enough bounty hunters and Imperial agents to know that things can get ugly really fast. ]

Sorry, but I don't know anyone named Lando. And last time I checked, the Millennium Falcon belonged to Han Solo.

another 1

[juniberries]

[She's just arrived from the hangar, having taken a shuttle to Eluvio from the Castle-ship. Either she's headed to work or just boarding to pick up some supplies, but honestly her reasons for being here are stopped short when she happens upon a ball of fur that she nearly steps on.

And Allura, being a lover of things that are cute and furry and friendly, stops dead in her tracks, bending down to pick the creature up.

As she stands up, furball cradled in her arms, a young man looks at her, petting a similar looking ball of fluff, and asks her the very question she's about to ask. She pauses, looking down at the critter, and then shrugging.]

Maybe they live here?

[taggingwomprats]

What? On the ship?

[ Luke's brow furrows in confusion as he turns to regard Allura, his own ball of fluff in his arms. There's something oddly soothing about its purring. ]

Maybe. But I didn't see them when I first showed up. They just sorta started... appearing pretty recently.

[ It's possible, though. He makes a noise at the back of his throat, trying to figure out the mystery. ]

You ever see anything like them before?

[juniberries]

Well, it wouldn't be unlike a spacecraft of such size to have its own animal inhabitants.

[Pests. You mean pests, Allura. Though, it figures that someone who affectionately refers to mice as "friends" would hesitate to call a creature she knows little of "a pest."]

But no, I haven't. They could also be someone's pets who have gotten loose, but... [She looks over, and when there were just one there's now three, and she raises her eyebrow.] they do seem to be coming from nowhere.

[BUT STILL!! She remains petting the one in her arms. Expression going placid and calm.]

They are quite cute. They almost remind me of mice.

[taggingwomprats]

Really? Most of the 'inhabitants' on a spaceship this side are usually pests of some sort. Like mynocks...

[ Ugh, mynocks. Cleaning them off of a ship was usually a huge pain, especially if the infestation turned up mid-flight. He shakes his head at the thought. So far these balls of fluff seemed relatively harmless. Even if he'd just noticed another couple pop up out of seemingly nowhere. ]

Yeah, they sure seem to multiply quickly. Uh-

[ He frowns. ]

What's a mice?

[ Is that like a womp rat? ]

003

[firstrebel]

[ Fortunately (or unfortunately), Hera is just around a corner when she hears the crash. Long instinct has her running towards danger, rather than away from it, blaster already in hand, and she's quick to parse the scene. A Jedi. Okay. And a monster. Sure, why not?

She rolls, shooting at the thing, nimbly sidestepping to give the Jedi room to use his lightsaber - she's fought alongside Kanan and Ezra often enough to know how to let them do their thing, after all. ]

I really hope there's only one of these things!

[taggingwomprats]

[ Well, at least the newcomer had a blaster. Luke tries to give her a bit of room to use it. Fortunately, the combination of lightsaber and blaster fire seems to be giving the creature second thoughts, even if it's still trying to kill him. It lunges forward and he fends it off, forcing it to shy away or get a new hole in its body. ]

That makes two of us!

[ He eases back another step, lightsaber humming, the noise filling the room. ]

Try and get around it-

[firstrebel]

[ She's good with the blaster, too - maybe not quite a crack shot, but she's lithe, and has good aim. And clearly knows how to fight next to someone wielding a lightsaber.

If she had more time to think, she might find it odd that anyone so young would be wielding one - too young to have been in the Clone Wars, so who taught him? But the information is going to have to get tucked away for when she's not fighting a bloated space monster.

She dances around the thing, giving it two targets now, and a decision to make as to which to go after - and which to turn its back on. ]

It doesn't seem very bright -

[ It's kind of flailing around now, injured enough that it's making sounds of pain. She fires again, trying to keep it from focusing in too much on either one of them. ]

[taggingwomprats]

[ Fantastic. Luke's used to fighting, both with a blaster and a lightsaber, so having someone along to help definitely makes things much easier. He steps back to let her take a shot and is it flails in Hera's direction he steps in and whips the blade around in a quick stroke that bisects the thing. It lets out a horrible shriek (and a ghastly stench) as it falls over, twitches, and starts to expire. ]

Lucky for us.

[ He blows out a breath in a rueful and slightly relieved sigh, chiding himself. Yoda would say there was no such thing as luck. So would Ben, if he were here. After a long moment where he pauses and listens for anything else, he can't seem to hear anything coming - and the force isn't setting off alarm bells in his head. He closes the lightsaber down and turns to the twi'lek with a nod. ]

You're pretty handy with a blaster. Thanks.

001

[ouzel]

[ There's a U-Wing not far from Luke's ship, and Cassian is currently elbow deep in diagnostics after that weird planetary anomaly knocked out a good two-thirds of the systems.

So he leans out the cockpit a little, frowning at...whatever it is that this other man is holding. ]

...nope.

I'd say put it back.

Re: 001

[taggingwomprats]

Really? It just kinda showed up out of nowhere. Putting it back means putting it back on the crates...

[ He gives the little fuzzball a pet and it purrs in satisfaction. ]

Maybe they live around here. Wouldn't be the first weird animal I've seen in space. [ As he talks, he eyeballs the U-wing. Not exactly common. ]

Interesting ship.

[ouzel]

[ Cassian fully straightens up the, peering at the fuzzball (and the young man holding it) a little more intently. ]

It wasn't in here when I got here.

[ Which is worrisome, honestly. They're not planetside and who knows where it came from? ]

You think so?

[ Cassian wonders just what's so interesting about it. ]

[taggingwomprats]

What, really? I just found it on my way across the hangar to my X-Wing. [ He jerks a thumb at his craft, sitting a dozen or so meters away. ]

Little fuzzballs don't usually pop up out of thin air, do they? It must have gotten here somehow. It doesn't look like it can move that fast...

[ He holds the little creature up to give a curious look. How does it even eat? Or do anything but purr? Luke contiues, sounding distracted. ]

Just haven't seen a U-wing in a while. That's all.

4 / meditating

[sensive]

[ Before Leia realizes she's going anywhere in particular, having been wandering the ship for some time now, she finds herself in the training center. It's a bustling area, certainly, though she isn't sure why she feels the need to investigate it. Equipment advanced as anything she has seen. Some decent combatants trading blows. Dimly, she recognizes her feet are far ahead of her head

And then, Leia spots Luke, sitting there like he would in the Echo base. Somehow, her heart feels lighter. She doesn't make a bee-line or anything so desperate, but she does make an effort to reach him quickly. The kid (kid, she calls the boy her age — the one who blew up the death star, the last Jedi) is one of few people she has left. And perhaps the person she'd like to see most now, here in unfamiliar territory.

In moments, she's on him, interrupting his meditation to kneel down and sweep him into a haphazard hug. ]

Oh, Luke, I'm so glad I've found you.

[taggingwomprats]

[ Just because he's a galaxy or three away from home doesn't mean that Luke is going to give up on his Jedi training. True, he doesn't have Yoda (or even Ben's ghost) around to help him, but he has the lessons that Yoda tried to drill into his head. He has the concepts, as quick and haphazard as they were, and he's going to try and do his best. Although Yoda would tell him to just do, not try, so in some respects he's already failing. Luke does his best not to think like that, though. Instead he meditates, clearing his mind and falling into a half-waking trance as he stretches out with the force.

Something tugs insistently at his attention as he does and he does his best to ignore it at first. Distractions are a part of being a Jedi and learning how to handle them is something he should do, even if it is on his own. However, that little tug turns into something more - something that demands attention and his frustration starts to rise with it. What is that? What's the force trying to tell him? He's about to open his eyes when he senses a footfall and suddenly there are arms around him and a very familiar voice in his ear. His eyes pop open, expression morphing from relative serenity and concentration to something consumed entirely by joy and enthusiasm as he returns the hug. ]

Leia-!

[ His voice sounds almost giddy as he tries to put his thoughts into words, a thousand different questions coming to mind. ]

You're here! You're OK! Wait - are you OK? Is Han with you? Where's Chewie?

[sensive]

[ She squeezes Luke tighter in return, spurred on by his giddiness, before she pulls back enough to get a better look at him, bracing a hand on his shoulder and looking him over for damage. For her part, her smile remains blinding in its warmth and regard for him, despite the way her heart tightens at his questions. She looks as he last saw her (as she always is, really), dressed in her white mission gear, braids looped away from her face.

When she speaks, her voice remains steady, calm and full of easy assurances. ]

Of course I'm okay. I can take care of myself. [ not the point but!! Still, even as she attempts to mask it, her face falls slightly. Oh, come on, she doesn't need to be disappointed over a missing scoundrel or a wookie, for goodness' sake. ] But I haven't seen them anywhere — haven't seen any known rebels, actually.

3!

[indecisions]

( rey doesn't have a weapon. this is something she's acutely aware of as she creeps through the abandoned area, having already run into one of the nasty things and barely getting away unbitten. this would be a hell of a lot easier with a blaster, that's for sure. still, beggars can't be choosers, and rey is nothing if resourceful. there's an electronic shop near enough here, she can probably cobble together something if she's given enough time.

if she hadn't been so focused on the end goal, she might have noticed the rustling before there was an all-out attack.

it's not so often that rey is lucky... but right now she really, really is. the creature doesn't even notice her quiet and careful creeping, moving straight to the opening door, and all of a sudden there's a familiar blue flash and she freezes. well that's interesting. )

Hey! ( without pausing to think she grabs a - large metal pole ( great, so helpful ) and points with it as she starts running towards the person currently holding the lightsaber. the direction she's pointing in is a wall, largely indistinguishable from any other spot on the level, but moments later another monstrous thing comes bursting out of it. ) Duck!

[taggingwomprats]

[ Luke's head whips over to peer at her and then his attention is on the creature - creatures - gunning for him. He rolls out of the way, lightsaber extinguishing and then igniting again as he pops back to his feet, the weapon humming in his hands. He is incredibly fortunate she showed up, because he wasn't really ready for that second one to come out of nowhere. ]

Thanks-!

[ He darts forward to protect her flank from the first one, forcing the creature back with a quick feint. They don't like shiny energy swords, apparently. ]

Keep an eye on that one, I'll take the other!

[indecisions]

( oh she'll just keep an eye on it with a metal pole, no worries. rey stares at the guy with some combination of shock and confusion for a moment before she realises her attention is rather desperately needed elsewhere. specifically, it's needed on that creature she's supposed to be keeping an eye on, and when she turns there's literally just enough time to get her arms up and give the thing a good whack on the head.

that was far too close.

she backs up, more focused on actually fighting things and not being petulant now, and grips the pole like a staff. it involves getting far closer to the horrible looking mouths on these things, but she manages. )

How do we get out? ( she calls over her shoulder -- because obviously they're a 'we' now, sorry if you weren't planning on becoming a collective unit today, luke. ) There's got to be more on the way!