// 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.

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[axi]

[Luckily, the lounge area currently inhabited is large enough to have plenty of floor space free despite the congregation of fuzz balls.

Unluckily, none of that is around the armchair Kaname currently sits in-- or well, is perched on. Once the wave of creatures descended, she had to choice but to draw her feet up off the floor to avoid stepping on them. Her eyes move to the man (?) serving as host.]

I see that...

[achaser]

It's my fault. I shouldn't have been feeding them. [You know, as if that weren't abundantly clear in the first place.] Now, George-- You've had enough, get going.

["George" is currently being pried from the host's shoulder and set down on the arm of Kaname's chair. Except three more decide to join their brother, who flops into her lap. Newt should probably apologize, but the trouble is... he hasn't really considered people not wanting them.]

[axi]

But how do th-- [Learning how on earth in space the seemingly faceless things even eat takes a backseat to the sudden intrusion of her personal space. Kaname jumps in surprise as George rolls from her knee to settle on top of her crossed ankles.]

Oh, um, hi. Do you mind moving? [She trails off, wondering if it can even understand her.] I was going to get up.

[achaser]

[Newt is preoccupied with removing the rest of the little fluffballs from himself. Unfortunately, it's like shoveling snow in a blizzard, as they keep climbing up his legs to replace the others. But he's slowly depositing them into another chair instead of on her, so that's something.]

They respond more to stimulus. [He announces, about a third of the way to getting them on furniture.] They like being pet-- and cookies.

[George doesn't do much else besides roll over. How can anyone even tell, since they're the same on all sides? Who knows.]

[axi]

[Even without knowing it's something, she'll take it!]

Cookies of all things? [If she wasn't in the middle of carefully picking up the creature in her lap to set on the floor with the rest, she would have put more effort into sounding incredulous.] Were vegetables already rejected?

[Once it's on the floor, two of his siblings roll from the chair's arm to her lap. Kaname sighs, a little resigned.] Well, I know that one was George, but what about you?

[Yes, that is aimed at Newt.]

[achaser]

Well, I hadn't... I hadn't planned on eating any vegetables. [He blinks, looking back her with yet another sheepish smile. It only grows when he sees the siblings following George's lead.]

That one is Tom, and Bernadette-- Oh. [He realizes after a moment, carefully depositing one of his own on his growing pile.] My name is Newt Scamander. And what can I call you...?

[axi]

Maybe they prefer those to cookies. [It's an offhand comment, more a light jest than anything else. She shifts in her seat, trying to sit straighter despite the new additions.]

If you named them all, I don't need the lengthy introduction right now. [Or ever. How does he even tell them apart...?] Kaname Buccaneer. It's nice to meet you, ah... Newt.

[achaser]

[Newt doesn't think he or any of these fluffballs would prefer veggies to cookies, but it's a fair enough point that he'll hold his tongue. He'll also hold his tongue on the fact he has named at least twenty of them, and he was still going...]

It's nice to meet you, despite the circumstances. [He's free enough that he can maneuver his way to face her, at least. He's still wearing a coat of them, but progress.] Your... Your name is foreign to me, might I ask where you're from?

[axi]

[It's not about what they prefer, but what's better for them! For shame.]

Huh? [Even now, Kaname hadn't considered anything like that, so him bringing it up catches her by surprise. She looks at him as she tries to figure out how to answer.]

Well, um, back where I live, space travel like this is commonplace, so I don't think directly answering that question will make much of a difference. I was born on one planet, moved to another, lived on a ship, settled on another planet, and my work has me traveling a lot.

[achaser]

Oh. [She was right: it was better she didn't answer directly, because he wouldn't know what to say. He still doesn't know what to say. Does she want more tribbles? He's going to fill in the gap by delicately placing another on the arm of her chair.]

You... aren't from Earth, then. It's strange, I hadn't thought... [He trails off, shaking his head. It's probably not best to say he assumed any aliens wouldn't look like humans.] Your work has you travel?

[axi]

[In response, she removes the remaining original ~thing~ from the arm to the back of the chair above her shoulder, chuckling at its vibrations.]

I'm not, no. A colleague was. Or her parents were at least. I know a friend's grandfather was. [Kaname offers him a sympathetic smile. Really, it's fine. But she'll focus on his change of topic to ease his self inflicted awkwardness.]

It does. I'm a singer, part of a group. We're often called to perform on other planets or [in the middle of a battle in space] ships, often times on short notice.

[She says it very matter of factly, not sure how else to address it, since it'll likely be odd to him regardless.] What about you?

[achaser]

You must sing well, if you're in demand to travel back and forth across... across everything. [Across space. He hasn't quite wrapped his head around intergalactic travel, so it's clear across his face he thinks this is a great feat rather than something... well, probably daily life for her.

He'd rather not think too hard about the functions of spacecrafts, though. Especially when the subject of his animals caused much less headaches... for him, at least.] I travel across the world-- Earth, I mean, just one world-- taking in magical creatures that would otherwise be abused and killed. I... rescue them from non-magical and, unfortunately, magical humans.

[At least he can find some humor in it, as he adds his arms currently full of alien creatures,] That may not be as surprising.

[axi]

We do. [Not bragging, just agreeing with him. ] It's more than simply singing well, but that's another story.

[His addendum gets a giggle from her.] You seem to like them a lot if nothing else. And vice-versa of course. I hope you haven't run out of cookies.

But I have to ask, did you say magical? [Her interest before was sincere, yet polite. Now, it's more noticeable as she looks at him.]

[achaser]

I'm sure they'll find more if I have. [They are vacuuming up the crumbs, probably, but who can tell? Maybe it means they'll move on. He's smiling at whatever shenanigans they're getting into, both because they're cute, and their fur is probably tickling his neck.]

I only take care of creatures that possess abilities beyond muggle-- nomag-- normal comprehension, yes. [And that smile only stays at the subject of his creatures.] There are regular animals, lions, tigers, bears. Then there are erumpent, occamys and murtlaps. All likely to bite if you get too close, but the latter have worse side effects.

[This totally makes sense, he swears.]