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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[One:]
[Kay-Two does not care that there is a small rounded critter seated perfectly on his head. Nor does he care that there is one pressed a bit too close to a sensor at his neck, making it so if he moved his head up too high he would squish it, so instead his head jutted forward (but stayed level not to knock the one off).]

[He didn't mind the two he had in his hands, (or was it three?) that he held carefully so not to crush them.]

[He did however mind that there were over 200 other small organic life forms scattered around the hall way and at his feet, making it impossible to walk here with out harming one. Lifting a foot he bunted one a half a foot forward, and swept his foot to the outside to try and clear himself a path.]

I can not work in these conditions. [There is an access hatch open with wires that he needed to check, but fuzz balls fell out. This is terrible.]

[Two]
[It was logical to send the droid down with the crew to locate food. One, he could carry a lot. Two... he wouldn't take up resources. Three, he could pilot them down fairly well, as needed. If there were problems, he could assess them. If there was an attack, he could help handle it.]

[Logical. helpful. A good idea.]

[except when the Ion Storm came through and something just wasn't right. He didn't get shut down, not like their electronics and communications and such, but he did get... hit. He was effected by it in strange ways. Like losing just his left arm functions, leaving it hanging at this side. Or how his speech was off and the voice speaker was just a tweak out of place it seems.]

[it was like a droid in a very, very slow reboot. honestly, he needed a diagnostic run and maybe a good moment to charge properly. his voice was slower when he spoke, deeper.]

Woooon.... mooomennnttt.... p-p-pleazz-kkt! [his head twitched, like a strange tick as he tried to lift his left arm, to reach for who ever was passing him.] Iiiiii.... juushhhtd ... neeeeed... twooo chaargeee. [please don't leave him there alone. He doesn't want to be left behind.]

[Four]
[Wild card. Run into him on a ship or anywhere of your choosing!]

Edited 2016-12-29 23:46 (UTC)

[ A whole lot of crazy things have been happening to Hera lately. It's disorienting enough, finding herself in a strange place without any of her crew. There are a lot of strange peopl ehere, many of whom don't even know what a Twi'lek is, let alone the Empire or the Rebel Alliance.

But what definitely, definitely takes the cake, is nearly walking headlong into an Imperial droid while rounding a corner. Almost on instinct, Hera ducks her head, slumps her shoulders a little (did it see her face? Will it have her picture in its databanks? The Empire knows what she looks like, after all), and affects a thick accent. ]

Oh, I am so sorry! I did not see you, my eternal apologies...

[ Hopefully it won't see the blaster at her hip, either. Hey, she's improvising! ]

[Look.... he's minding his own business. He got assigned some job that doesn't at ALL use his full capabilities, not that he cares. he doesn't want to be stuck here as it were. This was not where he was meant to be.]

[But yes, minding his own business, looking for Cassian, actually, only to be walked INTO? Honestly, he's not SMALL. Not like some MSE-6 droid squeaking around under her feet. How did she miss the sight of him?]

[And then to react like that? His head drew back a bit and he took a single step back, as if to give her room. Twi'lek. A familiar one, actually. Pilot of the Ghost or Phantom or Menace or something as much. He didn't have to catalog the ships and their crew, and as far as HE knew Cassian hasn't been forced (forced might be the wrong words but he didn't see it as such) to work with her.]

Clearly I blend in with the abnormally bright halls here. It's not your fault at all. I should have predicted your path and side stepped. [...that wasn't exactly what he MEANT to say but here we are.]

[ She's expecting - well, the usual Imperial claptrap. If she can't charm her way out of a situation, Hera is very skilled at simply fighting her way out of one, but she had been hoping not to have to do that, here. Not yet, at any rate.

But the droid is... wait, is that sarcasm?

In an instant, the act drops, her shoulders straighten, and she takes a closer look at the hunk of metal in front of her. If it's Imperial, it's doing a darn good job of not acting like it. ]

I'd blame whoever built so many blind corners onto this thing.

[ The accent's gone, too. She's still a little wary - old habits die hard - but this wouldn't be the first repurposed Imperial droid she's heard of. ]

Mirrors would do wonders. [He said flatly, one hand raising to wave off at a spot above, as if to point out that a large rounded mirror would actually solve the problem. He also doesn't mean it... even if it would solve the problem.]

[His arm lowered and head lifted a bit. His photoreceptor units tilted down to look at her, as if studying the woman.]

You dropped your accent. [Thank you Captain Obvious.]

Edited 2016-12-30 04:27 (UTC)

[ Hera has to smile a little at that. ]

And you dropped your Imperial, it would seem. Or are you planning to arrest me?

K-2SO | Star Wars: Rogue One

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two; I apologize

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/screams :: número dos

Captain!

o7! I'M SO EXCITE

So am i. You have no idea. <3!!!!

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Sorry about any typos - phone tagging!

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