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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.

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[He looks at the...yeah, you know, sure. He looks at the absolutely insane man. He can go with that description. His gaze shifts down, to the fruit in question. It shifts behind him, to where the bunnyish had fucked off to. And then it shifts back to the, again, absolutely insane man. And then he crosses his arms, deliberately.]

No. [His mortality status might be one huge It's Complicated but...no, still. But no, he can't leave it at that, and so, over the top politely, he adds:] You first, friend.

[Newt has been told no several time before. A normal person might take that as a sign of something wrong, but it's only made him persistent. He pauses, looking between the man and the fruit, before he tries again.]

She ate it without suffering any symptoms. I think it's safe to say it won't hurt you. [You, as in he's definitely not going to.] One of us has to stave off creatures if the other's incapacitated, and I'm better at that.

["Better" being not immediately killing them. And suffering the consequences with less complaining.]

[If Robin (or, as he probably has been known as around Eluvio, various forms of Archer, Green, huntsman, and essentially anything that wasn’t an actual identity) was a different person, he’d calmly and carefully explain why he felt this was a bad idea and he and the other guy could have a good discussion about fruit safety and wildlife preservation, perhaps segueing to a vibrant discussion about the magical creatures of the British isles and how the non-magic people could be right dicks when dealing with pixies and the like.

Alternatively, if he was a more avoidant person he’d dramatically point behind the stranger and shout, “Look! A wild barghest!” And then while the other person was looking for said aforementioned dog - or was merely wondering what a barghest was - he could walk away from this situation.

But he is not either of those. (He also has no idea that Stranger McOtherdude is a wizard - once that came out it would explain a great deal.) So instead, he’s walking over. And he’s almost fondly taking the other guy’s hand and is closing it around the fruit…or at least is trying to.

Because if you’re gonna be an ass you might as well go all in.]

Oh really? Great! You know what that thing [the bunnyish] was? ‘cause I sure don’t. And just because something can eat something else still doesn’t mean you’d want to put your lips around it…you gotta be careful about that sort of thing, you know?

[Stranger McOtherdude is all about his space being invaded by potentially murderous animals, but hand touching? He shifts uncomfortably, resisting the urge to pull the fruit back with pursed lips. Robin might be an ass, but he'll deal with it.]

I-I don't know what it is, but that doesn't mean we can't find out. [His gaze shifts to the plants around them, almost as if he'd wished there was a wild barghest incoming.] That's the point of being here. Documenting things and their behaviors. Even if it weren't, I'm not all that fond of starving.

So either your lips are going around it, or mine are. But I know how to handle a... a rabbit. Thing.

[…oh god, don’t do that squirming trying to resist the urge to pull back but with pursed lips thing, he’s trying to be an ass but that reaction just makes this weird. He was expecting an, “What the fuck are you doing.” Or otherwise being called out. Rising to the bait? Not that. Stranger McOtherdude, you just made this weird. There’s regrets for the both of them. He kind of regrets this! You know what’s great?

Personal space.

He’s putting a little back in there. Letting go of the hand. Okay.]

Oh really? Are you telling me you handled something like that…

[…]

…rabbit…

[…]

…thing. Rabbit thing- jackalope? [No. That's-] -whatever. Rabbit thing before? [Actually, to be fair, that thing really did nearly eat their faces off.] …really? Were you drunk at the time? ‘cause let me tell you, you don’t really look like the type who’d go for that sort of thing. Like if someone let you out into a forest alone a dragon’ll end up sitting on you [And here he’s miming a dragon (a fist) squishing down upon Newt, played by his other hand.] and you’ll die in a squish and a sulfur fart.

[aka pics or it didn't happen]

[Strange McOtherdude was going to remain relieved if GreenArcherHuntsmanOrWhatever had just stepped out of his personal space and dropped it. But no, this dude had the audacity. The AUDACITY to suggest he can't handle a rabbit--

--and dragons. He takes a deep breath, his gaze meeting Robin's again. Except this time it's pretty intense.]

Firstly, dragons don't fart sulfur, the flames aren't blue. [You know, priorities,] I would know because I've restrained a number of them to deliver to reservations. And they prefer to step on you and crush you between their claws, because sitting on a wizard means they could deliver a spell to their backside. Right between the scales if you really jam your wand in there.

Secondly-- [Another breath, you really have him going here, Robin] --it wasn't a jackalope. It didn't have any horns, and it'd probably impale you on them instead of trying to rip anything off by its teeth. I've had a number of creatures in my case, and that thing would be one of the least dangerous. It was territorial because it's pregnant. They aren't supposed to be that fat.

[He'll take a triumphant bite of that fruit, now. He blinks once he's realized this, but he might as well swallow lest he replace it with his pride.]

[He would’ve sarcastically clapped, but, you know, once Stranger McOtherdude took a bite of the fruit and swallowed it? You know. That gets actual applause because that was really a great fucking show. There’s even an admiring shake of his head. (He might also be filing away the knowledge that…note to self: if you want to get a rise out of this guy talk about animals. Good to know.)]

If I had popcorn I’d be knocking some back right now, you know. [Or alcohol, but eh. They’re stranded on a planet.]

And did you say a wand? […actually, that’s not important, and as Magi are all crazy he doesn’t want to know.] How’re you fee- first, how's it taste? [That’s what’s important.]

I... I don't... [Newt blinks, not really seeming to register his question. His gaze goes from intense to unfocused, his head turning down to stare at the fruit as he dropped it.]

It's... tangy. [He manages, taking a step forward before promptly leaning into Robin for support.] Like an... orange, your hair is... really orange, you know? Did you know that? Very...

[If he thought it was weird before, Robin was in for a whole 'nother ride when Newt starts touching the hair in question.]

[Yeah, wow, he'd take a step back at this point but it's kind of- what is this feeling he's, well, feeling?]

Hey...uh, pal, warn me if you feel like you're gonna puke?

[...oh, right.

It's the faint twinges of what might end up being concern...but right now it's kind of 50/50 as this could just be A Magi Thing as they're all weird. Or maybe it's better to say he's concerned but he's not sure if it should be for himself or the other guy. Schrodinger's Concern.

...and then he's awkwardly giving Newt a pat on the back as he attempts to hoist the other guy a bit better, hoping against hope some random medic will randomly roll in. There, there. Got your back, random dude...unless this is A Magi Thing after all in which case bye.]

I probably... should puke, but I think it's already... um... [He should know these Facts, but he's having trouble focusing on anything besides how incredibly orange Green Arrow Guy's hair is. He makes a poor attempt at running his hand through the bangs, which is less hair touching and more face-grabbing.

Good news: he focuses on something over Robin's shoulder. Bad news: there's absolutlely nothing there when he whispers,] A wild barghest.

[It's amazing how quickly he's shoving past Robin to stumble into the wilderness, yelling at a beast that is not there to come back.]

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