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

[genice]

"Yes, yes," he says, nodding as he agrees that Marco's recalled his proper name, "and you're Marco." He listens with half an ear, catching most of what Marco means, dismissing what he doesn't. Hurling is fairly easy to figure out in context, considering anyone being literally thrown around here seems counter intuitive. Victor doesn't even blink at the Marco the Magnificent. Whatever he wants to call himself is fine by him. He's been doing magnificent(ly dangerous) work the last few days as it is.

The least Victor can do is be affable about helping when and where he can.

"You're welcome. As you say, everyone misses a landing now and again, especially when it's new." He figures the sentiment is understandable enough even if Marco has zero familiarity with ice skating as a whole. Casting a look around their immediate area, he guides them both to the left, heading for a tumble of rock away from the edge of this particular clearing. Victor nudges the rocks with his toe before he moves to take better hold of Marco's arms and cue him for sitting down. "There's a few rocks right here, mostly flat on this side. Here —" as long as Marco doesn't fight his assistance, he'll have him seated with minimal flourish.

Not that he refrains from sitting down at his side with a small grunt of effort (for effect), casually on watch in case the watercolor painting in the rain that Marco's wading through leaves him tipping right off to the side. "'Hurling' may help where... morphing, right? Where morphing hasn't. How much of that last fruit did you swallow?"

[brightline]

Okay, so maybe he's compensating for his lack of being able to see properly and the fact he's too dizzy to stand on his own by talking way too much, but this is how he's always coped with feeling vulnerable. Loud talking, loud jokes, to distract himself and everyone else around him.

"Misses a landing?"

It's genuinely curious. If Victor is going to give him a hand somewhere (relatively) safe, the least he can do is show some interest in what the older man is saying. Trust is not exactly Marco's strong suit, but after sharing a camp with a person for a few days straight in hostile circumstances, you cut a guy a bit of slack. So when Victor guides him over to a rock and helps him get settled down on it, he trusts him not to be sitting him in something dangerous.

Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees and closes his eyes, which at least minimizes the colour in the weird swirly haze that is his vision, but it's still drawing dizzying swirls in black and grey on the insides of his eyelids. Ducking his head, he breathes evenly for a few moments, fighting with his vertigo and trying not to throw up.

"Mmm...I'd say two mouthfuls? The first one didn't seem to do anything, but the second. Wow. That was a trip. And yeah, it's morphing. Usually it gets rid of toxins and diseases and stuff, but...not this time."

[genice]

"Ah — like in figure skating." He laughs, a light, unconcerned sound. "Even the best can flub a jump's landing." Not to mention how often it happens in competition, especially earlier in the season as people settle into their routines. It's easiest for him to refer back to, but he has to acknowledge that it's not really something he talks about.

Mostly for a lack of reason to discuss his professional career when surviving the world's worst camping trip on planet Wants You Dead.

"I admit, morphing doesn't make much sense to me, but I'm thankful for the ways you've helped us in using it." Is he saying that right? It's a skill, one way or another, and more immediately practical than knowing how to start off and land a quadruple lutz.

He frowns, keeping his attention on Marco as he leans forward. Glancing around to check on the rest of their group (and just in case anything's about to charge into their particular clearing), he settles his attention back on the suffering teenager. He won't pretend that morphing makes any inherent sense to him. Even the word has only gained context because of what Marco's been doing. "Think vomiting might help?"

No way for Victor to say if Marco's digested too much of whatever it was, but still, the body has defense mechanisms that are sometimes better to cave in to than staunchly hold off. Younger years and drinking too much taught him that on a few unwise nights.