// 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]

[Hoo boy. Whatever is she going to do with this next generation...]

Water being light, but you could not be lifting an ocean. Many little problems becoming one giant, heavy problem.

[But she'll pluck the tribble up between her thumb and index to squint more thoroughly at it. She's judging you, tribble.]

Maybe soon they be getting hungry, too. [If they eat??? where's the mouth]

[rockthemonkey]

[Hey, he's old enough to be her great-great-great grandfather. Sort of. Don't be rude.]

Well, yeah, but it's not like there's an ocean of them yet.

[Yet. Have they multiplied since Goku sat down? Possibly. Goku squints at the tribble too, trying to figure out what Petrichor is looking for.]

You think they're hungry? [... Goku's stomach growls in sympathy.] Aw, man, now I am too!

[stonecore]

[Mmn, asking Petri not to be rude...]

Yet, [she agrees flatly, and drops the tribble back onto Goku's head. If you want to be buried, go ahead and be buried. No skin off her back.]

I think they being vermin. Vermin find food where they like. Maybe they like thinking you being their food if you not feed them first.

[rockthemonkey]

[Goku wrinkles his nose as the tribble buries itself in his hair. Well, at least it didn't fall again.]

That's not fair. Everyone gets hungry. [He can't hold a grudge if they get so hungry they try to eat him!] Uh, but what do you think they'd like? I haven't seen 'em eating anything so far.

[stonecore]

[CHILD...........]

...We could try to give them cereal.

[she sounds so defeated.]

[rockthemonkey]

[Defeat is inevitable in the face of Son Goku. No one can resist.]

Hmm... Cereal might work! [And he wants some too. Goku shifts awkwardly like he's trying to stand up before the tribbles chitter in protest.] Um, I can't really move anymore though...

[stonecore]

[snort]

Ah, yes. Not being ocean of them, hmn?

[YOU FUCKED UP, GOKU. With a great deal of reluctance, Petrichor offers her hand out. She doesn't feel like fetching the food for them, and she's strong. She can lift him from this furry ocean.]

[rockthemonkey]

[HE FUCKED UP but not because of that!!]

They're not too heavy! [Pouts!! But takes her hand anyway because she was nice enough to offer and ignoring it would be rude.] I just don't wanna step on them or anything.

[But using Petrichor's hand to pull himself up lowers the risk of that and he manages to stand. Only a few furballs go flying off him with a dramatic trill.]

[stonecore]

If they smart, they move.

[And if not, then obviously they deserved to be squished underfoot. She slides one away from her yet again with a sigh, then stalks off with a wave for Goku to follow.]

I not eat cereal. Will have to buy, if you not having any either. [but he's a kid, so]

[rockthemonkey]

[Goku would argue in defence of the fluffballs but he's quickly distracted by the mention of food. He runs to catch up with Petrichor easily.]

I don't have any! We'll have to go get some- then we can try it too! [They clearly will have no choice but to have late breakfast.] We could get some fruit to go with it too! And toast and eggs and bacon and pancakes and-

[stonecore]

Child, you be emptying my pockets before you knowing my name.

[Rude little monkey.]

[rockthemonkey]

I can help pay too...

[Maybe. He probably has money by now, it's fine.]

And I'm not a child! My name's Goku!

[stonecore]

[It's still a lot of things to get!!! Petrichor grunts noncommittally.]

You be child enough, Goku. [If it looks like a kid and acts like a kid, to her it's a dang kid.] I be Petrichor. Not in habit of buying meals for useless furry lumps, but is nice to meet you all same.

[rockthemonkey]

[But they can eat the things and it will improve their spiritual well-being and be the basis for a wonderful new friendship and so it will be money well spent.]

Nice to meet you too, Petrichor! [Stumbles a little over the pronunciation of her name, but gets there.] And I'm not a kid! Really! [He is super mature.] Hey, why do ya talk weird?

[stonecore]

[False. To every part of that tag.]

Language not native tongue. My people speak Blue. Is more difficult when not under spell of translation ring, or similar function of communicator.

[Basically, you talk to her in person and this is what you get, buddy.]

[rockthemonkey]

[You can't fight the power of friendship, Petrichor.]

Huh... [He understands the first part of that, but the translation stuff is weird. So he ignores it.] What does Blue sound like? Say somethin'!

[stonecore]

[She'll fight the whole world if she has to, man. Can't stop her.]

...Vi estas iranta akiri en problemo iutage, knabo. Satisfy you?

[rockthemonkey]

[So will Goku. That sounds like a great way to make friends.]

Vi est... It sounds weird! [Not bad though.] Hey, how do ya say "I'm hungry"?

[stonecore]

[...I mean, it is.

Petrichor pauses for a beat.] Mi estas infano.

[rockthemonkey]

[Who is the real child here though.... Goku doesn't know any better.]

Mi... estas... infano... [Trying very hard to pronounce it right. Look at him being earnest. Look at his cute face.] Hey, Petrichor! Mi estas infano!

[Feed him pancakes to make up for this.]

[stonecore]

[Hey, if he's going to be using her language like an exotic toy, she may as well make it a proper game. She can't help the smirk that curls.]

Very good.

[Best student she's ever had, tbh.]

Many old wives on Wreath be wanting to feed you if you telling them that. [What grandmother wouldn't want to spoil a precocious child, after all?] When last you ate?

[rockthemonkey]

[Wow he's just trying to learn?? But he loves it when people feed him so he will have to remember this phrase.]

Ages ago! [Maybe two hours ago.] I'm starvin'!

[stonecore]

[Learn to not call her native language "weird" and ask her to do it like a dog trick, maybe!!]

Yes, clearly you suffering. [That's definitely a "not that long ago" kind of complaint.] If you wanting many foods listed before, I not be feeding fuzzies as well. That be your responsibility.

[rockthemonkey]

[HE'S CHINESE of course it sounds weird to him.]

Eh? Really? [Visibly torn! He's hungry... But his new friends... But he's hungry....] But we said we'd both get the food, right? It's for all of us!

[stonecore]

I buy food for people, not pests.

[She ain't budging, with that laundry list of foods. And there's a look in her eye as she watches him out of the side that says she won't really tolerate sharing of table scraps, either. Use your own money for the tribbles, Goku.]