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// TEST DRIVE MEME_
// 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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If she had more time to think, she might find it odd that anyone so young would be wielding one - too young to have been in the Clone Wars, so who taught him? But the information is going to have to get tucked away for when she's not fighting a bloated space monster.
She dances around the thing, giving it two targets now, and a decision to make as to which to go after - and which to turn its back on. ]
It doesn't seem very bright -
[ It's kind of flailing around now, injured enough that it's making sounds of pain. She fires again, trying to keep it from focusing in too much on either one of them. ]
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Lucky for us.
[ He blows out a breath in a rueful and slightly relieved sigh, chiding himself. Yoda would say there was no such thing as luck. So would Ben, if he were here. After a long moment where he pauses and listens for anything else, he can't seem to hear anything coming - and the force isn't setting off alarm bells in his head. He closes the lightsaber down and turns to the twi'lek with a nod. ]
You're pretty handy with a blaster. Thanks.
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She heaves a breath, and steps around the corpse, glancing around to make certain there aren't any others - at least for the moment. ]
And you're pretty handy with a lightsaber. Jedi are rare enough back home - I never expected to meet one here.
[ At least he's not Imperial. ]
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[ Luke sounds a bit sheepish. She's not attacking him, though, so odds are she's not a bounty hunter. In his defense, he'd told Yoda that he'd come back. It just looks like it's going to take a lot longer than he thought it would. Oops. He steps forward and gives the body a nudge with his foot. Ew. ]
Sure hope that's the last of them. It.
[ He flashes a grin in Hera's direction. ]
I'm Luke Skywalker. What's your name?
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[ She pauses, gives him a very faint smile. The surname, perhaps, rings a bell, vaguely in her mind, but she pushes it away for the moment. ]
Hera Syndulla. Mostly I'm just impressed you found someone to teach you. I haven't heard of any Jedi Masters since I was a little girl.
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[ Luke shrugs. He's not name-dropping yet. Mostly he wants to make sure there aren't any more of the... thing around. He steps over the corpse and part kes his head into the back store room. There's a horrible stench, but he can't see anything else. ]
Really hope this thing isn't contagious.
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She follows in Luke's footsteps, scanning the room for any sign of the mechanic, and eventually has to come to a grim conclusion. ]
This is him, isn't it? What's left of him, anyway...
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[ Luke sounds a little mournful about that. He glances down at the body with a grimace. ]
Sorry, buddy. [ He cautiously moves forward again, to eyeball the hole the thing made in the bulkhead. ]
You know, if it didn't start with him, that probably means there's at least one more of these things out there.
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We'll have to find the source, whatever it is. Figure out how it got here.