// 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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Qrow Branwen | RWBY

[drunkle_qrow]

002
From the moment the discovery of the planet had been announced as "good news", Qrow had been dubious. Since when was there ever any good news? All the same, he'd put his name on the volunteer list to head down and explore it citing "past experience" as a qualification for exploring dangerous environments. Whatever that meant.

So when everything had gone predictably sideways he hadn't been particularly surprised. Not one for fiddling with technology he'd soon decided he was going to get the lay of the land and... well, disappeared. Because he's a team player.

That had been a few hours ago. Suddenly the sound of flapping wings can be heard and he's quite suddenly there again when his companion happens to look up, grunting toward the treeline.

"Good news is I've been stuck in worse places. Bad news is I've been stuck in a lot better ones too." Hands in his pockets, he sauntered back into the makeshift camp and took a look at the communication equipment. "Any luck?"

003
Qrow wasn't the guy to call when things started breaking down. He was no mechanic or engineer although he was a fair hand with weapons, and that wasn't the job he'd been brought on here to do so he hadn't exactly stepped up to figure out the malfunctioning systems.

When a monster came crashing through the wall though? That was when Qrow stepped up.

Emerging onto the scene, he meanders directly into the beast's path, planting himself between it and any other unfortunate crewmember it may have had its sight on, he took a quick stock of the monster before huffing a short laugh.

"Better clear the deck." He grumbled and reached to the sword on his back. Gears whirred and clicked into place and the weapon unfolded out into a large, single-edged blade that he held out in front of him. "Cause this sure as hell ain't gonna be pretty."

004
No matter where you happened to found yourself, from the biggest cities to the smallest villages there was always a dive bar to be found. The kind of place with dim lighting, creaking ceiling fans and all sorts of unsavory characters. Just his kind of place.

He'd been hanging out at this one for a long while now, up at the bar and putting away glass after glass of some powerful-smelling amber colored liquor, and not really stopping to take part in any kind of chit chat. But who knows? Maybe the right person just hadn't come along yet.

[OOC: Open to any other wildcard options you might want to come up with. I'll match brackets or prose to your preference.]

4

[codeofhero]

The stop for supplies was being mercifully long for some, though with Dinobot it impeded what he was really after: something to fulfill his duty. There was so many cycles of waiting even the patient warrior could stand before he set out into the city. At least the natives had seen stranger things then a robotic velociraptor walking around, scanning the streets.

Where was he...

But it's no sooner that he tracks down the nearest bar, usually in the worse parts of anywhere, that he finds his man. The aroma of alcoholic scents hits his sensors the moment the raptor steps in. Conversations stop, eyes fall on him, but he's only got eyes for one person sitting in this slump.

"Qrow."

[drunkle_qrow]

To be certain, nobody's ever made a dramatic entrance into a saloon quite as effectively as the day a talking dinosaur did it.

Qrow's back is to the door when it happens, slouched over the bar lazily and apparently unguarded. Although a good eye would notice the mirror behind the shelves of bottles behind the bar, and the angle the old drunk had set himself at to give him a clear view of everyone coming and leaving the joint. As such, he's the first one to see Dinobot's arrival.

He responds to this by lifting his glass and studying the ice cubes in it for a long moment, letting his name hang in the air. All before he takes a long drink and swivels around on the bar stool, leaning back casually and locking eyes with the Transformer.

"Needlemouth."

[codeofhero]

Not many could act so brazenly in front of a dinosaur, least of all if they knew the secrets that lied beneath that techno-organic hide. Qrow wasn't many, he was simply one man. The man that was unfortunate enough to become something of a partner to the Maximal.

"Finding you here was simple work." The beast remarked, flicking an offhand look at the other drinkers, watching in fascination or something else.

"It's time that we return to the ship."