// 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

[taggingwomprats]

What, really? I just found it on my way across the hangar to my X-Wing. [ He jerks a thumb at his craft, sitting a dozen or so meters away. ]

Little fuzzballs don't usually pop up out of thin air, do they? It must have gotten here somehow. It doesn't look like it can move that fast...

[ He holds the little creature up to give a curious look. How does it even eat? Or do anything but purr? Luke contiues, sounding distracted. ]

Just haven't seen a U-wing in a while. That's all.

[ouzel]

[ Cassian turns his head to glance at the X-Wing. Well. That changes things a little, doesn't it?

He can be a little less paranoid anyway. ]

No. [ He starts climbing down from the cockpit, because the kid has a point. Also, he's curious: ]

How long is a while?

Forgive me I'm making shit up

[taggingwomprats]

Not since...

[ Luke wrinkles his nose, still petting the little fur ball. It's a little relaxing, honestly. ]

Yavin, I think. A year or two, maybe - wait, there was one on Ord Mantell.

[ Sorry, he's being vague. Not on purpose, though. ]

shhh it's awesome!

[ouzel]

I... [ That moment when one is unsure whether or not to mention oneself in the past tense. ] ...stationed on Yavin, so it might be this same ship you saw.

[ He shrugs, but he comes over to the other pilot and tilts his head at the small furball, then glances at the crates. ]

...I thought you said there was just the one?

Re: shhh it's awesome!

[taggingwomprats]

Maybe. I was only there for a week or two, tops. [ Luke agrees cheerfully. The Rebellion hasn't been on Yavin in ages, as fas as he's concerned, so the past-tense isn't much of an issue for him. He juggles the tribble, getting ready to I troduce himself, but gets brought up short by Cassian's question. He follows Cassian's gaze with his own, sounding a touch confused. ]

I only saw one. Why?

[ouzel]

[ Cassian waves his hand in the direction of the crates. ]

There's at least a half dozen different fuzzballs over there.

[ Not that he doubts what this kid is saying but that's a point of concern. ]

That's probably not good.

[taggingwomprats]

What, really-?

[ Luke glances over, brow furrowed. He could've sworn that there was only the one. Where did the other ones come from? He looks down at the fuzzball in his arms. ]

Are they multiplying? Nothing breeds that fast...

[ouzel]

I guess.

[ Cassian heads over and starts gathering the small fuzzy creatures into a crate. ]

We gotta get them out of here and contained somewhere that they won't start clogging up the ships.

[taggingwomprats]

Good point.

[ Luke starts helping as best he can. Sorry, little guys - into the crate with you. He snatches up another armful and dumps them in. That looks like all of the little fuzzballs in the immediate vicinity, at least. ]

Where can we put them, though? Is there somewhere they're not going to be in the way?

[ouzel]

I'm thinking a supply closet for now, until we can figure out something better.

[ The crate feels a little heavier than when he started, so he suspects they're born pregnant. Which is worrisome. How do they stop them? ]

Where are you from, anyway? Obviously you're with the Rebellion with that X-Wing.

[taggingwomprats]

As long as it doesn't have a vent...

[ Luke spots a closet on the other side of the hangar and inclines his head toward it. ]

Over there-

[ Good question. He shoots Cassian a friendly smile as he walks. ]

Well, I'm from Tatooine. And yeah, I'm with the Rebellion. Name's Luke Skywalker. You too?

[ He's got galactic celebrity. Which is still weird, but when you pop the Death Star, you get famous (or infamous, if the person happens to be an Imperial). ]

[ouzel]

Ah. That should work.

[ Cassian hefts the crate and off they go. He has no reaction to Luke's name at all, but then again, one of them is after the other's time, a bit. ]

Yeah. Captain Cassian Andor, for all the good it means here. Fortunately it just seems like a bunch of Rebels have come through thus far. No Imperials yet, thankfully.

[taggingwomprats]

Yeah, I think we could all do with less Imperials and bounty hunters running around. Only problem is that means there are less of us back home...

[ No reaction. That's not totally unexpected, but Luke isn't really vain enough to focus on his own 'celebrity'. As he cross the hangar, he glances over his shoulder. ]

You said you were on Yavin, right? Where were you before that?

[ouzel]

[ Cassian shakes his head at the question. ]

My most recent mission was on Scarif. [ Which he suspects will answer this guy's question a little better. ]

Everything before that is probably best left to history.

[taggingwomprats]

Scarif...?

[ Confusion runs over his features for a moment as he keys the closet door open. Scarif. He heard the name in the aftermath of Yavin. A strike group had hit the place and delivered the plans to Leia, but he'd never heard or even met anyone associated with the mission - aside from other survivors of the Death Star run. Apparently most of Red and Gold squadrons had been there, but most of them had died trying to take down the Death Star, so he'd never heard that much about it. ]

That's the one that got the plans out to Leia, right?

[ Most recent. That's weird... ]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian nods his thanks and slides into the space between Luke and the open doorway, turning into the closet and looking around before he sets the crate down on the floor. There's no access panels, that he can see anyway, so it'll have to do. ]

Organa's contact person. [ Was his daughter? There's a risk, but Cassian can't really speak to it. Instead he nods again. ]

[taggingwomprats]

[ Hopefully they won't come back and find it jammed full of small, fuzzy things.

Although that's probably exactly what's going to happen, so whoever opens that door next should probably be careful. Luke steps back to make room for Cassian and folds his arms over his chest. ]

Leia's contact? [ His brow furrows. He never met Bail Organa nor does he know many details about the events leading up to Leia getting her hands on the plans. She's the only Organa he knows. ]

[ouzel]

No, I meant Bail Organa. Her father? [ Cassian sets the crate down. ] I only know that he was working on a contact. We were responsible for getting the plans out, and we did that.

[taggingwomprats]

Oh.

[ Luke goes a bit quiet at that, looking a bit troubled. ]

I never met him. Just heard about him from the Princess.

[ Because he kind of went 'blooie' with his home planet. ]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian can read between lines and this particular story doesn't sit well with him, so he takes in Luke's facial expression with an internal sigh.

It's still a war. It's still messy, and bloody, and apparently Bail Organa dies. ]

He was a good man.

[taggingwomprats]

That's what she told me.

[ Luke's quiet. Reflective. But he brightens a little and glances at Cassian as he steps out of the closet doorway. ]

Still, your mission on Scarif worked, didn't it?

[ He's still assuming Cassian knows what happened afterward. ]

[ouzel]

As far as we know. We got the transmission through.

[ Cassian tilts his head. ]

But we didn't make it off the planet's surface before the Death Star was fired upon us.

[taggingwomprats]

[ Oh. Luke's eyes widen as he keys the closet door shut. Tribble problem (hopefully) solved in the short term. That's - wow. Wait, does that mean Cassian is saying that he's dead? ]

No way.

[ He blinks. That might explain why he's never really heard the name before. ]

So you're-? Wait, how are you talking to me right now?

[ Are they all dead and in the afterlife? Should he be looking for Ben Kenobi? ]

[ouzel]

According to these people I arrived just before, in those last seconds.

[ Granted Cassian only believes that half the time, so. ]

I'm living and breathing at the moment, at least.

[taggingwomprats]

Well... that's... good. That you're breathing now, I mean.

[ Luke blows out a breath, brow furrowed. That's a tough one to follow up on. ]

Uh, well, if it's any consolation, it worked. We destroyed the Death Star - I mean, I fired the shots that did it, but a lot of good people were up there with me.