// 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.

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[nakama]

[ Obito remains as he is, craning his neck as the sharingan flashes behind the glinting visor of his helmet. He's studying the floors above, searching for any sign of familiar chakra signatures.

And yeah, there's no reason for him to be sitting, but the floor is a complete mess and he has to make do with what's around. Don't hassle an old man for deciding to park his ass... ]

Were you sent here for clean-up? I suppose you're expecting an apology, then. [ He shifts his attention to the woman toying her foot around the blood. ]

[doxing]

(cute trick with the eyes, sombra cocks her head and folds her arms with an idle tap of her machine pistol against the flaring curve of a hip.)

Could have doesn't mean should have, stranger. You think I care about tidying this place up? (please, this ship can implode with her on it for all she cares at the moment, a subtle eccentricity to her step when she continues to walk forward into more of the mess.) There are people for that. But I guess "clean-up" has another definition...

(her native spanish comes from his translator, easily caught with the stresses she places on virtually every word, the computer generated japanese not quite doing her voice justice.)

[nakama]

[ He stays where he's ... seated, eyes following her as she trudges through the pool of blood covering the tiled floor. He studies her with the sharingan, reading her next intended action before he lets himself relax. Despite the uniform, you could never be too certain of who your enemies were. ]

There are more where this one came from, I imagine. So your trip isn't totally wasted.

[doxing]

If you're looking for more to play with, there's plenty on the twelfth floor. Seems they're infectious. (clicks her teeth together when she smirks, flipping a hand when she turns — this newcomer's on their team, so there's no animosity here on her end, just a funny little way of conversing with people.) Just one bite and you've got a real problem on your hands.

(glancing over.)

What do you say? Wanna go check it out?

[nakama]

It would be troublesome if an outbreak happened to occur.

[ His drawl takes on a lighter pitch, suggesting a note of amusement... Because he's fucked up. He shares her glance, briefly, before he's bowing his head and moving to get up to his feet. Standing... on the beast. It shifts under his weight displacing and a squealch can be heard as innards are squeezed between the body and the floor. ]

So the fewer who venture up there, the better. [ A pointed look... He can't be sure if she'll only get in the way. He also doesn't want to have to kill her if she gets bitten.

Ladies, this guy's totally single. ]

[doxing]

(what, you don't wanna kill her because she's hot, is that it? virgin

sombra watches him squish around in the creature's corpse with a jim halpert stare before turning away when he looks over at her. ugh. whether this weirdo comes with her or not, she's meandering towards the exit, fully ready to shut the door behind her. gotta contain the infection...)

Then you'd better stay here. (a wry retort, gun on her shoulder as she offers him an unbothered shrug.)

[nakama]

[ Wow. That's some confidence. He's a little eager to see what she might be hiding under her sleeve and is actually planning on letting her do most of the work so he can mentally store her abilities. ]

Heh. [ He follows her over to the exit, leaving bloody footprints in his wake. ]

What will you do if you get bitten?

[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?

[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. ]

[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?

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. ]

[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.

[nakama]

As many as it takes. [ But it's unlikely she'll guess right.

It is too bad indeed that their little game is cut short. With the rumble of the impending attack, Obito takes position, but it's more subtle than the sudden - but impressive - acrobatic show Sombra displays. But then again, she did have the hurtling door to dodge.

Interested in what kind of skills she has to offer, he fully intends to hang back during the fight. While he has had a change of heart, he's still...

an asshole. ]

[doxing]

(whoops, looks like she had the same idea. because right when the creature sets its eyes on them, her image seems to shudder and sombra disappears altogether. just thermoptic camo, something easily seen through with obito's eyes, but that doesn't mean their playdate knows what the hell is going on.

and, enraged as sombra grabs the upper stairwell's railing and leaps over it with a nimble, invisible bound, the infected man charges obito instead.

she's still an asshole too.)