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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 and Artoo would no doubt get along well or end up annoying each other so grandly that both Luke and Cassian would hear about it in long, painful angry rants.]

[Perhaps it's a good thing not to test those waters yet.]

[He paused there as the young human came closer, looking into the purring hatch with him. Another long arm reached in and pulled out a few more, tossing them.]

Ideally. Yes. [See? He can agree.] I see you have no comment on sucking small life forms out into space however. Perhaps they are edible.

I suppose you are correct in your original statement. At least they aren't mynocks. What harm can a little fur do? [That was sarcastic, just a bit. There was clearly some fur left here and there in the wires as well. This was going to be a mess. Also, were they multiplying still? Good grief.]

Well-

[ Luke shrugs. He's seen what fur can do, honestly. He's lived with a wookie for a while. It can get in lots of places it's not supposed to, but honestly it's never been that bed.

Then again, there had only been one wookie. ]

-we'll just have to figure it out as we go. I'm pretty sure we have some vacuum cleaners somewhere. Maybe we can just sort of herd them into one storage area...

[Fur just seems terrible. His skin would crawl if he had any, at the idea of it getting caught in his wires inside. Terrible. He plucked out another ball of wiggly fur and chucked it behind him. It didn't seem to hurt them at least.]

A vacuum cleaner for the fur, or for the living fur balls? That might be a good way to collect them, at the very least. I have a feeling these things wont "herd" well.

[You know, collect them, shoot them into another room, leave food and water and hope they don't all die? ~~Food might be a bad idea, Kay~~]

Maybe both.

[ Luke laughs softly at his own joke and then joins K2 in trying to clear tribbles out of the access hatch. Seems like for every one they pull out, another takes its place. Talk about an endless task... ]

Well, whatever they are, we're going to have to do something at this rate.

[ He grimaces and pulls out a small flashlight, which he clenches between his teeth so he can use both hands as he tries to get a better looking inside. He mumbles something around it. ]

[It's a small room and small access hatch too. He was just meant to come in here, help the human, and figure out where the problem is. He was pretty sure the problem was over crowding by space balls.]

Do we have to? [He said as he tossed two more out and looked down. While Luke was looking inside he noticed the population outside had grown as well. Interesting.] Yes, perhaps we have to.

[He then leaned his head in to see what it was the man was doing in here or what he mumbled. His own photoreceptors shining brightly like lights.] You are not put off with working with a droid. You have been around them before?

[ Luke pauses to remove the flashlight from his mouth. ]

Sorry. I said that it looks like part of the problem is that they were just jammed in here. Some loose wires - easy fix, but not if they're just going to get back in there again-

[ Great. Where's his kit? He glances over his shoulder with a frown. Somewhere underneath the furballs is his toolbox. Fantastic. And oh - hey. The droid is commenting on him. He flashes a smile at the droid and shrugs as he tries to wade back through the furballs to where he last saw his kit. ]

Well - yeah. I work pretty closely with a little astromech unit. Name's Artoo.

[ Oh, yeah. ]

I'm Luke, by the way. Who are you?

I can see that. [He said lightly, glancing down again.] I opened the hatch, after all.

[He then looked around for the kit, foot bunting a few more fur balls out of the way. The sea was growing.] It's as if each one produces three or four at a time. Your kit is right there. [He pointed to a space where a lump of creatures sat a bit higher than others.]

Astromech? Are you a pilot or mechanic? [Luke huh?] I am Kay-Tuesso.

Oh - thanks.

[ Luke means it, too, as he wades over and brushes some tribbles off of his kit so he can hoist it up and out of the way. Sheesh. Too many to pick up and carry. Maybe they really were going to need a vacuum. He turns back with a nod. ]

Nice to meet you, K-2. And, uh, I'm a pilot. He helps me with my ship.

[ He's a bit hesitant to say "X-Wing", because K-2 is still an Imperial droid. Or looks like one, anyway. Speaking of which: ]

You're kind of talkative for an Imperial droid, aren't you?

[He watches the other clear the critters off the toolkit and after a moment he moved, offering both hands out, as if to say to hand it to him. He can hold it so that it is safe while they work on this.]

A pilot. I pilot as well. Sometimes. [He tilted his head, as if considering what was said. Then... well, no point in lies, right?]

My behavioral inhibitors were reactivated when I was reprogrammed. Some say being talkative is a good trait. Others find me frustrating. [He said that as if it were a matter of fact, or maybe pride...]

Oh, thanks again-

[ He hands the toolbox to K-2 and then wades over to the access panel again. He pops the kit open and pulls out a spanner so he can go to work. ]

Huh. Really? Who reprogrammed you?

[ He's making idle chit-chat, although he has a suspicion at this point. He leans in to the access panel and carefully starts trying to get the wires back into place. The fuzzy things around his feet are, admittedly, a bit distracting. ]

[He takes the toolkit and holds it, balanced in one arm and hand, tucked in as if it were meant to be there. His other hand free, in case the man needed another tool while in there. Or, in the case of right now, where he used it to pull out one more creature and toss it across the room like it were a bomb.]

Captain Cassian Andor. He is a very good man, and my... friend.

[Distracting is right. Thank the makers he's a droid and he can ignore them, for the most part. The is still one lodged in his upper torso, sleeping behind his neck. Or is it tow now? They are very small.]

Cassian Andor...

[ Luke's brow furrows. He can't say he's heard the name, but it's a big galaxy. ]

Don't think I've heard of him. Big galaxy, though.

[ He grunts as he tightens something into place and then wriggles a hand free. ]

There should be some electrotape in there-

I figured not. You don't look as if you are with the Rebel Alliance. [He said as if organics had a look to them. And they do, but Luke looks like he'd fit. Perhaps if he were older.]

[He held out the electrotape as requested, pressing it to the free hand. he was very good at handing tools to people. He was also surprised he wasn't being made to do this part of it.]

It is a big galaxy though.

Wait-

[ Luke takes the tape, but he pauses so he can turn to stare at K-2. True, he didn't know everyone in the Rebellion, but still. ]

You're with the Rebellion against the Empire? What unit? Did you ever make it to the rendezvous?

[ Come on, he totally looks like he belongs in the Alliance. ]

[He stared back. Well, that was surprising.... and yet not. He supposed the kid here could be a rebel. Cassian was at that age, after all.]

Is it so surprising that an Imperial Droid would be against the Empire? [A BIT. That was snark, flat toned and all. Unit though? They... had a mission. One they weren't meant to go on. One he wasn't sure they would make it back from.]

Rendezvous? For which part?

It's not that surprising. If Imperial people can defect, why not Imperial droids?

[ He seems pretty cheery about that. He leans back in to start taping the wires into place and fixing the frayed bits. It's temporary, but it'll do. ]

Well, after Hoth we had a pre-set rally point...

[ Hoth. Brrr. Not something he wants to remember. ]

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