// 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. Welcome to Oros! It's no vacation destination and you're in for an interesting ride. While the planet is big, there's not much to explore beyond the vast, stretching reaches of a boiling hot, red desert. Which means it's fun for the whole family! There are hostile aliens on the planet who aren't taking kindly to you, an alien on their planet. They're stronger than you and you're out numbered. Likely out gunned, too. But, really, good luck! You'll be coming back alive. For more information on the planet and things that may be found there, please go here and give it a read! There you can also find the missions completed in game should you need any additional prompt. Whatever you can imagine that fits with the setting itself works! [ PLEASE NOTE: Threads taking place on Oros cannot be used as game canon, as they required prior signups to participate, but the setting is provided so that you can get an idea of just one of the kinds of events that will be in game! ] ➣ 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, there's no limit to what you can do on the TDM.

Comments

[doxing]

Cut it out.

(she's not telling him to stop with the questions, she actually means it quite literally. cutting out or off the infection — if one of them can catch her. and with her speed, stealth, and acrobatics? not a chance.

her hair bobs as she walks with a slink in her step, locating the elevators before casting a look to the stairwell. options.)

It'll get rid of the infection, or manage to slow it down at least... Then I can look for a cure later, for the rest of it. I've got too much time on my hands as it is, here. (a smirk over her shoulder at him, eyes dropping to the weapon, the outfit, and raising to his eyes.) Nice staff.

[nakama]

You mean off, don't you? If it were an appendage... [ He offers absently. It might be a problem if she got bitten on the torso.

Also, he ignores the compliment about the staff, by the way. Is this an attempt at making idle conversation? He makes a face somewhat, muted confusion creasing his brow. ]

[doxing]

If it were an appendage, sure. Cut it out or cut it off. (eyebrow quirking with the corner of her mouth.) Better than dying, right?

(examining him and that face he pulls, before her lips purse in a pfft. then she aims for the stairwell door, unconvinced by the elevators — that'd be a good place to get cornered and it's not happening. enjoy the view climbing up at least three floors to twelfth.)

What happened to your face?

[eyeforaneye]

[ He's tempted to go without a response, eyes facing forward and registering Suigetsu's compliance by sound alone. It's a level of elemental manipulation that's far beyond any of his own and he'd admit to it; Suigetsu's ability to mimic other materials to such a level of detail is still the source of occasional amazement.

Very, very muted amazement. As muted as he is over lunch when he's treated to one of the least satisfying bowls of soup in his life -- is it entirely broth? At least his teammate appears to be enjoying himself, but Sasuke uses the completion of his own bowl to excuse himself back to his room. He has a few pilfered snacks waiting there to supplement what he's just been subjected to, after all, and it's an equally good opportunity for him to get in some quiet exercise... alone.

He doesn't expect to be bothered by Suigetsu for some time, after all. There's an entire ship for him to explore; Sasuke's one-armed push-ups are far less entertaining. ]

[nakama]

[ He's not going to look at her ass, okay!! He... doesn't care about ass.

Look at Rin. ]

What does it look like happened? [ He's amused and it makes his otherwise gruff voice unravel. No one's ... ever asked him that before. Then again, he's spent most of his life wearing a mask. ]

[liquidate]

(it's hours before he finds sasuke, not out of lack of direction or getting lost in another pipe; he goes by foot this time. suigetsu can only guess where he'll be, but the couple of places he's checked have narrowed down his options. if only surprising him were possible, but with his chakra flaring, leaving damp footprints in his wake as he strides with purpose down the hallway, sasuke can more or less "see" him coming.

the door is forgotten, bypassed, liquid gushing between seams of metal without so much as a knock.

to think he'd be left in the dark like this, overshadowed by the problems of everyone else around him so oppressively that no one could spare him an inkling of thought when it came to the edo tensei. sasuke of all people could understand and chose not to, their common ground a goal centred around brothers who wanted to be there for them and went about it the wrong way — death, betrayal, or both (and that's what he thought for so many years, how could he die without him?).

the anger is uncharacteristic, having made everyone accustomed to a smile, a sneer, a goofy comic relief of an attitude through whatever feeling came his way. through being imprisoned, being abandoned, being imprisoned again, being abandoned again, it all stacks up and forming fingers tighten into fists.)

Heeey, sorry Sasuke, (low, forcing a crack of a smirk,) did I interrupt your workout?

1/4

[eyeforaneye]

[ The offer's unexpected and if he hadn't endured experimentation at Orochimaru's hands in order to increase his body's resistances to viruses and poisons, he might refuse outright.

As it is, he slowly reaches into the bag to procure a single pretzel for himself, taking even longer to bite into it. ]

2/4

[eyeforaneye]

[ Porous, yet dense. Dry. Crunchy. Salty. ]

3/4

[eyeforaneye]

[ . . . ]

4/4

[eyeforaneye]

Very well. I understand now.

I'll learn.

[doxing]

Yeah, they're pretty okay... (she's playing this off for both of them.) I wouldn't buy 'em like... Every day, but once in a while is acceptable...

(the translator has a surprisingly easy time conveying tone, impressive and expected from future tech. she's motioning to the vending machine with a broad wave of her hand, now, still sporting a hard buzz, eyebrow quirking as she rises from the seat.)

C'mon, if you apply your new talent at opening water bottles on this thing, you'll be a natural.

[doxing]

(so he's into lil girls....................i'm jk

stopping suddenly on the stairs, wheeling to face him. one step up, she finally stands very close to level with the top of his head. sorry, obito, she's leaning well within your personal space bubble to study your face through the visor of the helmet.)

Lemme see... (humming,) Tire treads?

[leaderboards]

"You know the anomalies they told you about in orientation? They're not really consistent when it comes to where or when they find people to trap here."

Even, or maybe especially when that means finding people who were supposed to be dead. But if it's only been a few days since he saw the others for North, it isn't like Maine's situation. North's just... behind. Carolina considers her words for a moment, then goes with, "We were a few years ahead of you."

[stabilises]

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me. I've seen people talking on the communicator thing." He tapped it with a finger before shaking his head.

"A few years. You'll have to catch me up, preferably somewhere not in a hallway." Depending on how the conversation goes anyway.

"...So, you been here long?"

1/2

[nakama]

[ He actually complies and looks up to give her a proper look, but he does lean back somewhat, eyes shifting away. He's a little embarrassed.

And he doesn't know what she means by that, so that earns a bit of silence. ]

[nakama]

I'm not sure what you mean by that.

[ Finally looks her in the eye. ]

[hellshot]

...[He turns his head, looking at the half-broken machine. Reaching in to pluck out a box of salted pretzels.]

...In a way, you've made it more accessible to people. [Lol free shit. He's no saint, he's not going to scold Sasuke for it.]

If you make a habit of breaking shit in here, I wonder if they'd throw you in quarantine. [He's not answering that question, also. He doesn't feel the need to.]

[doxing]

(good lord, what year is this guy from... looks her age, though, at most. eyes sullen, creased with — what? stress?)

A rubber wheel, guapo. (a slick smile, hand raising with no intent but to tap a pink nail on the glass.) You look like you got your skin all twisted by a big, nasty wheel.

(she's seen worse. look at reaper.)

[nakama]

[ His eyes follow the finger and he instinctively cranes his neck to pull his face away. But.

The nail taps the glass instead. He doesn't look impressed by the gesture or the fact that she just called him handsome. Is she flirting? Obito honestly can't discern whether she is, since he's never had this sort of interaction with a woman before. He wasn't popular at the academy and he avoided being personable with anyone as an adult. ]

It wasn't a wheel. [ Why is she so interested? She's nosy. ]

[doxing]

(when he leans away, she laughs and continues her ascent. and continues to chuckle until she's on the first landing up.)

Alright, so how many guesses do I get? (mr. "not a wheel", which will become his name in her head until he introduces himself to her — and she's silent all the way to the twelfth floor, giving it some real thought.

opening her mouth to chirp another guess, though, sombra gets cut off by a deafening bang as the stairwell door careens off of its hinges and narrowly misses her. it's the dodge that vaults her out of the way, heels planted firmly to the railing, balancing precariously in a low, equilibrium-defying crouch.

too bad they have company interrupting their chat, now, the seething, pustule-covered thing digging long, gnarled claws into the doorframe.)

God, these things are fuck ugly.

[thornvine]

[ a completely unsurprising response and the facial expression just continues to convey his general aura of 'why' and 'i just wanted to be left alone', which, surely, is washing off suigetsu like water off a duck's back. ]

Shinsoo is...

[ ...good question, actually... now that he thinks about it... ]

...It's like a form of energy. I guess.

sure you are

[thornvine]

[ if you started lecturing, sachi would've just given you one look and then have gone on like you said nothing at all. or even better, he wouldn't have stopped to listen at all. i know, real friendly man, here...

he's utterly aware that the other is following him now, and it's not as if he was going to do anything against it, but... well, to be the most frank, he doesn't really have an opinion either way because zaveid isn't that important him.

there's a bit of a pause before sachi even opens his mouth to answer, vision set straight forward and focused on the scenery before him, rather than sparing a glance. ]

You can do whatever you want. I'd rather look for a way to get a connection with the fleet so we can get off.

[ all work and no play... ]

[thornvine]

[ 'is that an okay translation' -- is anything about you okay, obito.

sachi's expression, still on the side of harsher and severe, only gets a little bit worse as he watches obito consider, then look away, then mutter like everything was a mistake. given, that was better than if obito had actually suddenly ghosted his way in and almost gave sachi a heart attack on purpose for about the same amount of reason (zero, absolutely zero).

still, he understands what you were trying to say perfectly on account of his little language cheat, which makes everything all only that much better, honestly. and his face kinda says it in the way it kind of falters from aggressively defensive, to... this kind of look like wh... what

you're just going to leave?!. ]

-- Why did you come in here in the first place!

[ he's going to bark that sharply at your back, but do not be mistaken, he doesn't want to keep you here either. life's a struggle. ]

[gutsiest]

[ Pity the fool who thinks of them as easy targets due to their missing limbs, they'll be in for a nasty surprise. They're both still a force to be reckoned with, alone and even more so together. (If only because together, arms can be borrowed to make seals with.) ]

No. [ C'mon Sasuke, what do you take him for? ] But I'm bored and I figured I could help you look for it. Are you trying to gather more information about this place?

[ That's ... literally the only reason he can fathom going to the bookstore here for. ]

[ex_copy236]

[ It's the kind of reaction he would have expected from a much younger Obito and in the fleeting moment in which he thinks 'typical', painful nostalgia grips his heart and squeezes. If only they could go back to that, to something so much simpler. But they can't.

They're very different people from how they used to be, making it impossible to fall back into the same dynamic that they once had. This exchange is reminiscent of that though, and it's familiar ground that he can roll with. At least it's a start in finding some sort of new equilibrium between them.

He watches Obito go, resisting the urge to point out that cooking can, in fact, be quite difficult when there are those who dedicate their entire lives to mastering the art of it. The theatrics are a little harder to pass up on however, his faint amusement bleeding through in his tone of voice. ]

You hardly need the Sharingan for that.

[ Neither catching the fish nor learning how to prepare it require the use of a doujutsu; it's overkill.

But he'll leave Obito to it while he goes to set things up. Rather than settling for anything as crude as spearing the fish on a stick and calling it a day, he has come prepared with a pan and some utensils that he swiped from the ship which he retrieves from his backpack. Being Hokage means being stuck in an office for majority of the time, buried underneath piles of paperwork, so it's nice to be able to enjoy mundane things like fishing and cooking outdoors again. It's one of the few good things about being accidentally kidnapped into space. ]