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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.  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. |
Emil | NieR
Oh... oh, wow! Oh, wow!
[This world is so lush! It's so green! He can't help bobbing up and down in excitement, forgetting for the moment that he has work to do. As a hard-to-kill skeleton kid he gets picked a lot for initial explorations, but keeping him on task isn't always easy.]
It's so pretty here! Look at all of these trees, and those rocks in the air, it's so nice!
Don't you think it's nice, uhh...?
[He didn't catch his companion's name before, and now he's a bit embarrassed to ask.]
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It's nice, [she agrees, then levels her gaze back on Emil. Should she volunteer this information... She had no reason not to other than to see how long it would take him to ask, and he was a neat skeleton. Neat in a way that wasn't cute at all.]
...Rachel. [She adjusts her handbag.] I wonder how the rocks can be floating. If it was this planet's gravity, I would be floating like you. Maybe it's magnetic?
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Maybe. Or magic. I wonder what would happen if we moved one? Would it fall, or go back to where it was?
[So much for gathering food.]
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this is a lie but still.]...We could try. We'd need a lot of momentum to get it moving by ourselves, unless you're stronger than you look.
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[His powers sure are, but he's not. He searches the ground, picks yp a small rock, and throws it as hard as he can at one of the floating stones.
It arcs up and away without coming very close.]
Oh well. Do you think you can hit it?
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Definitely doesn't matter. Her toss falls short.]
Ah.
[Hmmn. She turns to face Emil.]
I wonder if there's a way for me to get up... You can just fly there, but I don't know if splitting up is a good idea when we don't know anything about where we are. If we find some vines, I could make a rope ladder. Then we could test it and get a good lay of the land.
[It looks nice up there.]
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[But she might not want to trust magic from a creepy weirdo. Self-conscious, he glances away and shuffles his feet a bit.]
Er, that is... if you want.
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You can...? But you can't even throw a rock.
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Hell of a lot better than anything we've got back home.
[The plains were fine and all, but not as lush as this. Nothing was.]
Just don't go flying off too far on your own, all right? We don't need a repeat of last time.
[Giant alien dogs really like anti-gravity bones.]
holy shit a kainé hello
Oh, no, I'll be careful this time! That wasn't fun at all.
[He does fly a little higher, though, prodding at some shiny yellowish fruits on a nearby tree. Everything here looks so juicy and ripe, nothing like the sallow fruits and tough meat from the world they left.]
me when I saw an emil
[She turns from him to make it look like she's not making note of where he is at all times, running a hand along a different tree. The fruit are a similar shape, but they're a dark red instead.]
They should've sent along a bigger pack.
[Soooo much fruit. At least there were multiple teams out collecting.]
Hey, Emil. Since we'll be here for a while, what do you think about camping instead of holing up on the ship? For old time's sake.
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Really? Do you think they'd be okay with that? It'd be so fun! We can tell stories, and sing songs, oh, I wish I'd remembered to bring marshmallows! We could have toasted some on the fire!
[He hovers close to the ground and lets all the fruit spill out everywhere. ]
Hold on, I'm going to call and make sure it's okay. Don't want to get stuck here forever...
[He'd like to think he's gotten pretty good at using the ship's communicators, but today there seems to be a problem.]
Hello, um... ship? This is Emil and Kainé! We have a request! ...Hello?
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[He's so cute... If he tells the others she sings with him, he's getting a noogie. Maybe she could substitute one of these strange fruits for the marshmallows... Roasted fruit was probably fine.]
Those bastards pulling some ass joke? [Come on, pranking a sweet kid like Emil... Kainé tries to prod her own communicator into life to give them a piece of her mind, but... Huh.] Shit... All right, come on. We'll take this shit back and see what the hell's going on.
[She's already striding fast back the way they came, bag of fruit slung over a shoulder.] Place might not be as peaceful as we hoped.
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[He floats after her, still trying to reach someone with his communicator. It'd be disappointing if they can't sleep under the stars again, even if the sky's different here. He's missed it.]
Do you think something happened?
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[She just hopes it really is their choice and not a necessity.]
Ha. If they got their asses handed to 'em this fast, that's some new kind of terrible they got in their training. They're probably fine. Just being idiots or sleeping. Or maybe some space boar crashed into something important, I don't fuckin' know.
[No space boars in sight as she approaches, though. That's good! Mostly.]