// 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

[stonecore]

[Petrichor wrinkles her nose at his offer, even bringing her hand up as if to shield herself. That it brings her arm further out of Newt's reach is a big bonus...]

Rather be killing it than making self smell like its food. [Really, Newt... Think it through.] Would not be masking enough of your smell, either.

[achaser]

Well, we shouldn't-- we shouldn't kill it. [Does he look a little hurt at the notion? He looks a little hurt at the notion. He withdraws with the fruit, shifting his gaze back to where the preferred company once was.]

... And what do you mean by my smell, exactly?

[stonecore]

[She just snorts at that, like she really can't believe this guy... Why were people so naive and stupid, these days?]

You no-horns be having bad senses. [She shifts her stance a little, looking past Newt to look at where the rabbit-thing had scuttled off to.] No chance of tiny creature not smelling you, when you be smelling so much of man. Foreign man, not from this planet. If you be wanting to capture it, you better off being used as bait for some trap.

[achaser]

You aren't from this planet either. [Newt mutters, but he doesn't seem to want to pick a fight about this. Or any fight. Newt is leaning away from this woman now, refusing to make any sort of eye contact.]

So if my... odor is more noticeable than yours, I could draw them away while you gather things to eat. Or... try to eat. W-We have to eat.

[stonecore]

[Petrichor's not the one wanting to sit around and make nice with the thing, is she?]

Really, hunting would be much faster. [What's with these stupid men around her, lately? Violence was a pretty dang good answer sometimes.] I not stopping you from eating. Make you more effective bait. I simply put more distance between myself and creature.

[achaser]

Somehow I don't trust I'll make it out of being bait alive. [He wrung his hands, looking out the horizon. He wasn't happy about it, but...]

... If we hunt anyone, it isn't something that size. Or anything simply enjoying a waterhole. Or something that has more muscle than meat. Or... [He'll just keep going as he makes his way past.] Let's look.

[stonecore]

[She hums in vague agreement, apparently not bothered by the prospect of Newtfood. Her acceptance wears thinner the longer he goes on...]

You be giving me headache, babbler. [Still, good points. Except the waterhole one.] Creatures that no be gentle be having less good meat. Be keeping in mind.

[Petrichor shifts to take the lead, then, eyes and ears alert. This man was so squishy, chances were that if he ran into trouble, it would end up causing her more harm if he was in front than if she was. Somehow.]

Here -- [Voice lower this time, she lowers herself after a while and quietly peels back a large leaf to reveal her proposed quarry.] Size of large dog.

[Kind of cute like one, too, except it's patterned in deer-like spots and seems to have a beak instead. It snuffles about, pausing curiously a moment and looking their way, but it seems to decide that whatever it heard was imaginary and there was easier prey elsewhere.]

[achaser]

[He'll accept this, seeing as it gives him more room to jump her if she tried killing any of the "innocent" creatures ahead. He also doesn't want her to see him sulking, because it's absolutely what he's doing, head hung low and his feet dragging.

His excitement does return, though, when he hears "dog." Of course it isn't a dog, but that makes it even better. "Better" for him. It's probably not great for Petrichor that he's look at it like it's a puppy.]

It's beautiful. [Wait, what are they there for--] ... We aren't killing it.

[stonecore]

[squints]

You be fucking with me.

[IT'S!! MONSTROUS!!! She's pretty sure she just saw it pick out some many-legged thing from the dirt and eat it!]

How you survive when being so foolish?

[achaser]

[Newt has ever right to be offended, and he does flinch when he sees her face, but he doesn't look a bit angry. He's all but sheepish, looking between them with the corners of his lips twitching upward.]

I get them to trust me. Maybe we can feed it, take it with us-- [He's already scanning the ground for another one of those things, please stop him.]

[stonecore]

[NEWT]

We meant to feed us, not dog-creature!