TEST DRIVE MEME

[eluviomods]

// TEST DRIVE_ Welcome to Eluvio's first 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. Test drive threads can be used as game canon if both parties agree and the thread fits with what's going on currently in the game. 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, it might not be eligible for becoming game canon but it would still count as a sample. The most important thing is to have fun! ➣ SCENARIO 001. It's a normal day aboard the Eluvio. Maybe you're on your way to work. Maybe you're hanging out with friends. You can even be up to nefarious misdeeds. Whatever the case, you're having a relatively uneventful day. And then you see it. From a distance, it looks like a ball of fur. Up close, it looks like a ball of fur. If you touch it, it will chitter at you. It will vibrate and purr. Where this is coming from is anyone's guess because even if you turn it over, there's nothing to see but more fur. It's pretty harmless, though. Leave it there. Take it with you. The choice is yours. As you continue about your day, you'll begin to notice more of these little furballs. On the ground. Sitting on tables. Here and there at random intervals. By the end of the day, they're fucking everywhere. Good luck! If you get overwhelmed, maybe go talk to that bald starship captain who showed up last week. He might know something about the furry invaders. ➣ 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, NPC Captain Picard, there's no limit to what you can do on the TDM.

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Comments

[gaveherwings]

"Oh... is it that obvious?" His fishmouthed wonder closes up, soon as it's pointed out, and Daedalus gets a little flustered, taking a step back from the glass. His laugh is a bit stilted, but resigned. "How embarassing..."

His tries to take slightly more respectable posture and loose that awestruck look in his eyes, shoulders settling. At least the man interrupting his train of thought sounds understanding, if not a bit more outer-worldly wise.

"Well, guilty as charged- I am new on board." He admits, turning to face the blond man who has him pegged.

"Wait," and now there's a faint squint of recognition. Sure, there are hundreds, perhaps thousands of people living on Eluvio, but he's seen that head of hair before, in passing, while he was trying to take everything else in. "Weren't we- Did I see you, in Orientation?"

Not long ago, but everyone seemed far too distracted to make introductions there in the classroom. Daedalus certainly had been in no frame of mind then, to say hi to equally bewildered strangers. Now, he's the slightest bit more settled. Stable, in mind. Which is a very relative term.

"Dr. Daedalus Yumeno." He offers with a humbled smile, extending a hand. "I've been assigned to med bay clinic, for now, though I hope to transfer over to biomedical research."

[discretion]

"That's right. I sat a few rows over." Though Franz is usually gregarious and charming, the situation had everyone a bit overwhelmed that day. He kept touching his stomach where the blade went through moments before, in spite of knowing it had been healed. But it helps a little, he thinks, to have someone to show things to. Someone to tease a little bit. Hopefully this young ma-- wait, he's a doctor?

Franz raises an eyebrow, and meets the hand offered. His handshake is firm. "Well, if we're going for full titles - Baron Franz d'Epinay, at your service, doctor. I'm currently assigned to communications."

[gaveherwings]

Oh, good, so he hadn't mistaken a seasoned crewmember for a new interdimensional anomaly like himself. Would that have been a massive social faux pas? It's hard to say. Aside from their intitial decontamination and screening, new arrivals were hardly subjected to the same rigorous integration process as foreigners from outside of Romdeau.

That he was standing here gazing on the outside beyond the starship, with plenty of liesure time at his disposal between shifts, pleasant-enough accomodations, seemed proof that fresh recruits were already trusted with a great deal, considering they'd been popped blindly out of time and space.

It was pleasant to run into someone making a similar transition. A marvel to consider that humanity still existed in so many pockets of the universe, beyond his failing dome-city. Hopeful, even... which Daedalus had been short on, for so long.

He looked the baron up and down appraisingly, struck first by coming face-to-face with startlingly recessive genetics- there weren't many fair-haired citizens, in Romdeau's population? Studying his features a little more closely was probably rude- best to ask after his work, instead.

"Does that entail making contact off ship, or relaying information onboard?" He questioned in polite interest, keeping hold of Franz's hand. Then, lowering his voice: "(Do you get to edit the Orientation videos?)"

That was a weak joke, a grasp at common ground, still leaning on that moment where their paths had previously aligned.

"That briefing process could scarcely be called an overview, though, didn't it seem absurd?" Daedalus laughs too blithely, a sound that settles into confidential unease as he furtively glances this way and that, burying the hand with the communicator watch attached to it past his wrist into his deep labcoat pocket. "To tell the truth, I'm still having a difficult time believing this isn't a strange dream."

[discretion]

Franz chuckles at the joke. It's a weak one, but there's a shortage of them around right now. He laughs almost more because he's surprised to hear it made than the fact it's funny. He thinks perhaps the doctor is staring at him a little. He's used to people paying him a certain amount of attention, though it's usually women, and not often people his own age, at that. Sometimes there might be a comment thrown in about his brown eyes, if people know both of his parents have blue eyes, but that's almost more of a passive aggressive attack on his parentage than anything else. Unlikely anyone would attempt such tactics here, after all, no one knows who he is at all. And a baron is not a job like a doctor, in retrospect, he should not have brought it up at all.

"Communications off-ship will be my area," Franz says almost apologetically. "I was studying to become an interplanetary diplomat before I -" (died horribly) "wound up here. And since I know a little more about opera than I do terrible orientation videos, I'm afraid my input on the subject would only make things worse. Unless you wanted all those cheesy re-enactments to also involve a ten minute aria after someone has died on a foreign planet. Actually, that might be pretty entertaining."

[gaveherwings]

"Oh? So for you, this is almost nothing out of the ordinary..." Daedalus pines, almost sounding envious of having that kind of basic familiarity with his surroundings. So much of the technology aboard the Eluvio is all so new, nevermind the very concept of space travel! Things that an interplanetary diplomat might take for granted.

"It would seem you've been much better prepared for this than I am?" He admits sheepishly, letting go of Baron D'Epinay's hand to tug at his own collar. "I'm from one of the last remaining dome cities, on Earth. I was Director of Health and Welfare there, and chief of a research team or two... but I'd never been outside of the dome before, let alone off-planet."

He assumes that much make him rather provencial, by Franz's standards, professional rank aside.

"I'm afraid that didn't leave me with very much time to attend cultural events, either..." He admits, shrugging up his shoulders. There was that one time he'd been permitted to escort Re-l to a play, but Romdeau really didn't put too much stock in live theatre. "No operas for me, just... hah, plenty of tragedy in the Medical Pavillion?"