// 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

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[pathfinder]

[ For a moment, Dolores stands eerily still, static in the doorway of Newt's impromptu creature cove and evidently unsure of how to proceed. The creatures constitute a gap in her knowledge, and the situation, too, marks something largely beyond her routines. Adaptation is required.

Unconsciously, she runs scenarios, quickly recalling horses by the riverside of her sweet, little town. Different creatures, same principle. An animal is animal, after all.

The corners of her mouth curve upward. ]

[ with a southern lilt — ] It’s all right. [ Suddenly confident, she kneels down to scoop up two furballs. ] It’s nice to be reminded of the beauty in this world.

[ Whether she’s referring to the cuddly creatures or his friendliness with them seems unclear. ]

aaaa i just started westworld too!!

[achaser]

[Newt has gotten some looks since he started his little fluff army, but they certainly haven't had any fondness in them. A smile? And she's handling them with care, and--]

Most wouldn't call them beautiful. [Of course he assumes she's talking about them. How couldn't she be?] They might be annoying to the crew, but-- they just want company. That's all.

omg yes!! i'll be extra careful with spoilers!

[pathfinder]

[ She tilts her head, searching the furballs in her arms for some confirmation of his commentary. No features, to be sure, but she feels one of them purr. Oh. ]

Well, that's understandable — wanting company, I mean. [ not being annoying. ] Anybody far from home would want that.

[ Something so warm and soft couldn't come from cold and steel, right? They can't belong on the Eluvio any more than the crew. It's like putting a horse in a pen, only worse. Taking it far from the plains and rivers and sun. ]

thank you!! i've been spoiled a little already but i'm catching up now!

[achaser]

[Her remarks are so simple, but they seem to have Newt captivated none-the-less. She's one of the first to make observations rather than complaints, and he can't help the smile it brings to his face.]

We'll find their home. No worries. [He insists, dragging his feet across the floor to avoid stepping on anyone in his approach.] It's difficult to tell if they're reproducing or-- or being cloned, but they'll all go to their home regardless.

❤!!

[pathfinder]

[ Ah...so many... she tries to scoop up a few more to clear a path. Unfortunately, there are too many to make much of a difference, even as she sets some on the wide brim of her hat.

Although she doesn't understand his use of the word cloned, she gathers his meaning, nodding along. ]

Right. We'll need to find whoever brought the first few on board, then. [ unconsciously, she's already sorting through her memory files, looking for new additions to the ship. ] And we can drop some of these little guys off at the atrium while we look.

[ maybe they'll like the fake outdoors better. ]

[achaser]

The atrium. The atrium... [Newt repeats, furrowing his brows as he tried to remember what that was. Space was much more complicated; there was far too much technology for him to keep up with. His case was so much easier to keep up with...]

... The atrium! [His eyes light up, though, and he stands upright, some unfortunate furballs falling off his shoulders and into the pile of their siblings.] Oh, I'm sorry-- But you're right, they'll prefer it over this. I know I do. But... can you lead the way?

[pathfinder]

[ Without hesitation, she beams. Dimly, she recognizes that Newt's care for the creatures has won her over too easily, and she should know better.

Beauty is a lure, after all. ]

'Course I can. [ said with a plucky sort of confidence. Without a hard reset, she can remember anything in perfect detail. Remember the way she walked to the atrium by walking it again in her head. ] Scoop up as many as you can.

[ gathering all the tribbles and striding purposefully into the main corridor!! better keep up, newt. ]

[achaser]

[Newt takes a moment of simply staring after her, his lips curving up into a smile. He's glad she's in the main corridor by the time he gathers his senses, because he trips over them before remembering he has to gather the rest on the floor.

He's jogging out of the room after her, his small army of tribbles that didn't make the cut rolling after his feet.] You... seem a gentle with them. Have you handled any creatures before...?

[pathfinder]

[ His haphazard approach, tribbles in tow, makes her laugh, light and unmocking. ]

I should be asking you that. [ what with his numerous fluffy followers and all. ] My father is — [ a sharp inhale freezes her smile. Her father's dead. No, he isn't. Is he? Was that man her father? She has a different father now, but she doesn't know which one is real. If either of them are real. She doesn't know. She doesn't know she doesn't know she doesn't know who is he who is he.

Does it matter?

She bypasses her panic, carding through the conflicting memories in her head to locate information known to be constant. It only takes her seconds to recover. ] — I'm a rancher's daughter, so I've always been close to animals.