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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. |
Gwen Cooper | Torchwood
[ If anyone happens to be near the atrium, they might notice a panicked young woman dodging through trees and past bushes to get to the rest of the ship.
It happens to be Gwen Cooper, and she is currently outrunning an alien who looks an awful lot like her hairdresser. Which she only knew because she had a trim scheduled for today, which is why her fringe keeps spilling into her eyes as she runs. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she is thinking about the irony of wishing she'd been able to get a trim before running from an alien who had somehow absorbed the very person who was meant to deliver said trim. Behind that thought is another one saying, sullenly, this is your life, Gwen Cooper, what exactly did you expect?
She has her gun in hand, which is doing her little good at the moment since she is distracted by running and unwilling to start blindly shooting. The good news is, for as strange as it is for Gwen to be lost out in space and adjusting to an entirely new kind of life, one thing she is very well versed in is the part that has to do with running from aliens. Granted, for the most part, she is usually running towards the aliens, seeking them out to take care of them in whatever Torchwood fashion is necessary; but in this case, she doesn't have the slightest idea as to what this thing even is, much less the fastest way to make sure it is properly disposed of.
Right now, she is just shouting at people she passes: ]
Move along! Nevermind the man-eating alien, unless you know what the hell its doin' here!
[ Gwen finally skids to a stop and stoops behind a bench, peering over the top. The atrium seems oddly quiet, too quiet, which means whatever it is had decided stalking was a better option than outright pursuit. Gwen shutters, her gun tight her hands. She's not looking forward to having to take out whatever is left of her stylist. ]
Now would be a great time for someone to show up and tell me what the hell is goin' on.
[ UN: HEDDLU // VIDEO ]
[ It's Gwen Cooper on the network, her wide eyes staring without humor at whatever audience she might have. Her dark hair is in disarray around her head, some blood is smeared on her cheek and it looks like there is some kind of green-brown sludge all over her. ]
Can anyone suggest a decent hairdresser? Unfortunately, mine was eaten by an alien.
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Oliver looks around for whatever's going on, and upon seeing nothing out of the ordinary (at least not for this place) turns to squint at Gwen.]
I was just thinking the same thing.
[He seems a little nervous of her despite the apparent attempt at humor. She is armed, after all.]
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There's an alien on the loose. 'Bout seven feet tall, creepy looking, looks a lot like a local hair stylist.
[ She paused, huffing a sigh to blow her fringe from her face. ]
I'm not sure where it came from but I'm fairly certain it's going to try to kill as many people as it can.
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And now... well, Gwen's the most dangerous looking person here. He looks around carefully, trying to see if he can make out whoever's been chasing her. There's no one there that even remotely matches that description.]
Are you sure...?
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Hell, Gwen wasn't sure she could handle it. ]
Sure it's alien? [ She took her eyes off of their surrounding long enough to give Oliver a dirty look. ] Does what I described sound like the sort of thing that wanders around here regularly? Yes, I'm sure. It tried to bite me. Last time that happened, I ended up with an alien egg gestating inside of me. Not exactly somethin' I'm looking forward to reliving.
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I'm sorry. I'm still getting used to the whole alien thing. I thought at least here there wouldn't be any dangerous ones.
[The area looks safe enough still, but there's a sound from behind a cluster of trees ahead of them, and now he's been alerted to possible danger... he seems a lot more aware of his surroundings. He looks away from Gwen, startled, to see if it's the missing alien.]
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[ The sound startles her, too, and she follows his gaze, her eyes narrowing. She stays quiet for a long moment, holding her breath to see if they here another sound. ]
Come on. [ She keeps her voice low, patting his shoulder and gesturing a few meters away to a wall. That would at least give them some comfort, but Gwen didn't want to leave until she was sure that thing wasn't around anymore. She bolted across the floor as quickly as possible, sinking down behind the wall and leaving room to her side for Oliver to slide in. From here, they had a bit more room to hide while watching the group of trees in question. ]
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Do you think it saw us?
Sorry for the long delay! Still up for this if you are.
[ At least, she hopes as much. They could also get eaten right away but at least she was going to try before giving up. Gwen was never exactly the kind to run. ]
It'll be okay... What was your name?
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It's Oliver.
( video )
[ Sorry, he's unfamiliar with the word where he's from. And the sight of blood on the woman's cheek is worrying. ]
If you're hurt, my friend is a healer. [ She practically nursed him back to life. ] A talented one.
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[ That. Probably does not make it better. ]
Uh, an alien... It's something from another planet than your own. Could be any sort of thing, really, could look human or completely different.
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[ Or should Lucas be at the ready with his sword? ]
That description fits my friend.
[ He may need to have a conversation with said friend later. ]
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[ She offers him a smile. No point in worrying him, after all, especially since it's over and done with. ]
I think a lot of people are aliens here. It's a bit more common than people expect. [ She pauses, tilting her head. ] Can I ask where you come from that you don't know what aliens are?
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[ He offers her a smile in return. ]
I'm from Oz. [ Maybe she's from where Dorothy's from... ] Where is home for you?
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You could say that. Back where I'm from, I had a fair amount of experience when it came to aliens.
Earth, 21st century. My name's Gwen.
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I was named Lucas. [ Not by his parents, though. He doesn't even know if his parents are alive. And he wouldn't be able to recognise them if they were standing in front of him. ]
Sorry this took so long, if you are still interested!
[ He can probably tell by the look on her face; she really does love working for Torchwood, even if it means she almost dies once or twice a week. ]
It's a pleasure, Lucas.