// 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

shaw ..... /hearteyes

[sextings]

[ the sparkly drink was 100% for him so good choice in taking the shot if only because it looked Interesting, and while normally connor would like to play it safe with his space drinks, on drink number question mark he's going for the adventurous one. it does, in fact, taste like antifreeze, and connor pulls a second's worth of a face that will tell her so. ]

Same...

[ he stares at the glass, still about half full before glancing over at her now empty shot. ]

I'm pretty sure this is slowly melting my insides...

<33

[indigo5a]

[ She in turn, glances at his half-empty one and snorts. That all you got, hot shot? The point of these things is the same as on Earth: you slam it back and let the burn work you over. If you sip it, you're missing the point. This isn't high tea. ]

That's how you know it's working.

[ She gestures to the barkeep, fill 'er up. He provides a fresh glass with another shot and tops off the half-full one for good measure. Shaw raises her glass. ]

You backing out?

[sextings]

Yeah right.

[ hell no he's not, even though he's pretty sure there is an actual hole burning in the pit of his stomach. he looks at the topped off glass. listen. he knows how to take a shot. but alien shots are totally different okay.

they're from space.

connor takes his own up and looks her in the eye. ]

To being stuck in space. And to drinks that taste like what licking car batteries must be like.

[ that's a great thing to drink to, right? i mean, he's drinking to it anyway so. ]

[indigo5a]

That's more like it.

[ She can feel the hole in her stomach too, and the scorching sensation coating her throat. As she said to Root the first time they met: she kinda likes this sort of thing. She doesn't much believe in toasts, so she just arches her brow a little at his attempt at one before knocking back the contents of the antifreeze.

The burn isn't as bad the second go, possibly because the nerve endings have fried a bit from the first shot. The shot glass lands somewhere on the counter before she grips the edge of the bar to brace herself. ]

How's that hole in your gut?

[sextings]

[ connor regrets throwing it back for a total of four seconds before the liquid slides down his throat into the pit of his stomach, burning hot like his last drink. it's a good burn, but a burn none the less and as he taps the shotglass down against the damp counter, he lets out a hiss. ]

You know. Still there. Probably going to be there for the rest of my life. No big deal.

[ he looks over at her, eye trailing for a second over her empty shot glass.

there's a smile picking up at the corners of his mouth. ]

You're probably not far behind getting one of your own.

[indigo5a]

[ It hits you a little belatedly, like a little lava pool bubbling up in your stomach. Shaw grunts and lets the sensation burn for a bit until she gets used to it. What's a little pain with your alcoholic pleasure? ]

I've had a lot of holes in me.

[ Bullet holes, that is. Those hurt a little more. ]