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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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Alright, fine, but I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it so I can survive and put a couple light years between you and me.
[Which is very charming of him, but hey, she just threatened him and insulted him, so he earned this!! He stands up, looking around before picking up a pack that's... probably his? Maybe?
...Holy shit, he doesn't know how to find food.] Sooo, uh... how can you tell if something is poisonous?
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I feed to you and see if drop dead, [as a flat reply, then she sighs and leans close to some low-hanging fruit to give it a good sniff.] Many poison thing be bright and tempting, but also be smelling of bitter at times. Animal tolerate poison more than people, so looking of signs of feeding not always be good idea.
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You're actually giving me tips? [haha wow] Maybe you're not so bad, after all. Or maybe my standards are just super low?
[He makes it half a step before he sort of full-body cringes, remembering he's not supposed to be a total dick out loud.] I mean, um, you know... thanks.
[........anyway look at these berries. Are they berries? He'll smell them, but his heart isn't in the fruit-sniffing at all.]
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[He's still a pain, but at least he's whining a little less. She watches him from the corner of her eye and scoffs.]
I be thinking other races not have strong senses. [She thinks these might be fine, though... No obvious signs, and it wasn't smelling overly sweet either, like some other kind of trap. She picks a few to study them more closely, then pops one in her mouth.
And that's kinda it from her. No apparent reaction?]
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You mean I can't smell danger? I've been camping before.
[That's relevant... But since she's fine with this berry, he'll pop one in his mouth in turn.
And immediately spit it out. Is he picky or is this berry toxic to people who only went camping like once in the fourth grade??]
What the hell! These are an offense to everything edible!
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On the bright side, she doesn't snap at him for returning to bitching. Maybe it's because her voice sounds a little thick when she finally, carefully responds.]
...Yes. I pick bad berry.
[Petrichor grimaces down at her hands, which have gone a little more limp around the wrists, then she experimentally rolls her shoulder.]
Ngh. Not be eating that again. Hands be starting to feel as electricity. Ah, numb? [She thinks that might be the right word.] Berry affecting fast for being so small.
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Whoa whoa whoa, wait, what? These are some kind of sedative berry? [What does he do with this information, she's the one with the survival knowledge!!] Throw it up!
[Just do it, just punch yourself in the stomach, Petri.]
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Finding it difficult to be putting fingers down throat when I not feel them.
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Well I'm not doing it! [obviously.] And why the hell are you so calm about this?! You just ate poison.
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If you try, I bite them off, no-horn.
[Gross, fingers of some alien dude in her mouth. No thanks.]
Hardly first time I being close to death, and many things quick to enter system also quick to leave. Death not being likely with only one.
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It's alien poison. [so it's worse, that's how it works in movies] And stop calling me that! My name is Junpei.
Come on, let's at least look for water.
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And I be Petrichor. Is really time for that complaint, Junpei?
[Petrichor don't be acting high and mighty when you're being just as argumentative. Water isn't a bad idea... She rolls her shoulder again, but seems satisfied by whatever feedback she gets from her nerves down her arm, and so goes to take a step. Aaaand stumbles. Great.]
This be less than ideal, [she grumbles in a flat tone, then throws Junpei a scornful look.] Unfortunate, but I be needing your shoulder to go some distance for time being.
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What? —Oh. [Oh, hmm... She's taller than him, and he can't deny he's wondering if he's going to get speared in the head with one of her horns if she stoops at all close to his level, but ngh. Alright.]
Okay, uh- I'll walk slow.
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Not slower than be necessary.
[Or this would take forever... She shuffles over and props herself up on him, moving experimentally. As long as she could use him for balance, it should be...fine. The feeling would surely pass soon. Petrichor glances over, and tips her head so her horn is even less of a danger. Even though that might be funny.]
You said you go camping before?
[since they have to lumber around for a while]