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// TEST DRIVE_
// 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.  Something's wrong with the fleet. A week ago, explosions of unknown origin took out two of the fleet's abandoned ships and the power systems and ever since, daily life has been something of a challenge. Full power still hasn't been restored, so all of the amenities you've come to enjoy have been unavailable. The holorooms, the training areas, the recreational areas, the exotic restaurants and shops: they're all either not working or not working properly. When they're on, the lights are dim and operating on emergency power only. When they're not, they're flickering on and off or they're just plain off. Sometimes doors shut and don't open, trapping people inside lifts and rooms. Sometimes the gravity even goes. And that's just the malfunctions. Rumor has it that bodies of former passengers, or at least parts of them, are being found here and there throughout the ship in often gruesome ways. None of the crew members have answers. The rest of the passengers are clueless at best or forming conspiracy theories at worst. Good luck, unwilling arrivals! You're going to need it just to get through the day. [ NOTES: What this means is that basic systems on the fritz and characters may encounter issues and inconveniences of any level of severity. Types of problems include, but are not limited to: glitches in the communication network that lead to dropped connections or attempts to reach a character connecting with the wrong recipient, unreliable gravity that goes out at various parts of the ship at random times, lights going out completely for an hour or two, or doors jamming and trapping characters in unfortunate and awkward situations. ] ➣ 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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Charm, then. It hasn't been so long that she's forgotten it.
A smile curves across her blue lips, a touch of life brushes across her face. Her tone isn't quite so passionless when she speaks again. ]
This would be a dear favor to me, mon choupinet. Even with nothing to shoot at, it could be a great use to me. [ And with just a slight purse of her lips: ] Don't you want to help me?
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what if she is just trying to manipulate you like women do all the time for her own benefit and if she's doing this for her own benefit she's really not into you in the slightest and she'll just run off with your gun and then you really won't be important anymore but
you do want to help people, you've always wanted to help people.. should it matter what wrong they've done in the past? should it matter who they are? what if you're helping somebody for something that's bad??? but...
what it boils down to, is the off chance that she could be into you worth the chance of you sacrificing your gun and possibly helping a bad person do a bad thing??
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[ and he just tosses it over. ]
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Merci.
[ The visor at her forehead suddenly folds itself into place, all seven glowing red eyes of it. She takes a fraction of a second to consider that free floating grappling line some twenty feet away from her, still attached to the hook, then a perfect 180 degrees opposite of it. No sentient beings in her way in either direction — not that one of them would stop her.
She fires just one shot in that second, calculated direction, and the momentum of it sends her rocketing, unhindered by friction or gravity, toward the trailing end of her line. She catches that, activates the pull which in turn zips her to the wall her hook has attached to. Once she's freed it, one more shot takes her toward the center of the room again. That's where she collects a long, metallic object: a sniper rifle, identifiable when she pulls it from the wreckage of someone's spilled lunch. Her path isn't complete yet, though.
By the time she makes it to the wall nearest to Karamatsu, her rifle is strapped snugly to her back, her grappling line has anchored her just where she wants to be, and his borrowed gun is held lightly in her spare hand. She favors him with the slight upturn of one corner of her mouth. ]
You see? That was very helpful of you. [ She lifts the gun as if to return it across the gap of five feet between them, but instead her visor folds back again as she takes to studying it. ] This is a pretty little thing, isn't it?
[ It matches her. ]
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He closes his mouth, teeth pressing tightly together. One of his hands lifts, twisting into the fringe of his hair, trying to look cool again. ]
Heh. Of course, almost as pretty as you.
[ down boy.. ]
But ah, may I have it back? It's very important to me.
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Such a soft little child, does he really need a gun like this? She thinks not. But also, reluctantly, she must admit that it's better to have an ally in a strange new place than not.
Widowmaker tosses the gun lightly back to its owner. Her aim is, of course, perfect. ]
Perhaps you should see a gunsmith with it. A malfunctioning gun is a sad thing, sometimes a fatal thing, even a little revolver like that.
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His lips purse together as he gives one more thought: ]
Ah.. I was wondering if... since I helped you, maybe you could help me?
[ you know, get down and out of here.. ]