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spaceports2016-11-30 06:57 pm
eluviomods) wrote in spaceports2016-11-30 06:57 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME
// 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. |
PLEASE USE OUR NEW TDM HERE!
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Directions depend on where you are right now, Crow.
[ but he sends him a ping using the map function. Crow, you know... how to use that, right? ]
1.2
washing my righteous palms,
ceased from riding,
the ivory horse,
from which i carry my sacred crown
[ he made this text post while taking a shit.
and apparently just wrote lyrics about it right now. ]
2.2
if u wanna like treat me to my lunch
i won't say no
consider that a compliment
im laughing so hard right now
And very broke! But you can always treat me if you want the company. I don't mind!
[ stop both of them ]
gOOD
in ur dreamz
and ur not broke.. didn't u just buy urself something 2 eat
or did u just go there becuz
idk u just wanted 2 look a tit
[ he's not going to correct that mistake.. he probably didn't even notice it. ]
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No, no, I didn't eat at the ramen restaurant.
[ he ate at the place down the way that has the katsudon which IS NEVER AS GOOD AS HE WISHES... ]
It was a coincidence that your amazing text came across when I was in the area. Lucky you!
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only those fallen angels who can walk on,
my heavenly footsteps,
are worthy of a meal from me
ok how about this man
wat about a challenge
whoever lozes has 2 buy lunch
i can stoop at least that low 4 u
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about ramen
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but given everything else, it's the kind of ridiculous that has him breathe out in an amused snort in spite of himself. ergo: ]
Okay! Sounds fun. I won't stick around waiting for too long, so fly fast.
[ to find some russian hanging around with a standard poodle who is currently flopped across his feet and watching the passers by. ]
1.3
lol
hope ur ready to kick some A$$!!!!
2.3
get ur a$$ kicked
u kno
w/e
bye
3.3 perma-action
Jabbing a finger in Victor's direction, not even noticing the small trail of toilet paper attached to his foot, he exclaims: ]
OIII, SMARTASS!!! Your day of reckoning has arrived! Is your soul ready for the cruel judgement that this fallen angel can bestow upon you?!
I'll give you a chance to back down and serve a sacrifice of ramen to prevent you public humiliation if you wish!
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For his part, Victor has his index finger resting against his lips as he looks Crow over, tips his own head to the side much like his dog, and doesn't answer any of what the "fallen angel" is talking about. ]
Did you know you were tracking toilet paper around?
[ In saying so, lowering his finger from his mouth and quirking his eyebrows up. Public humiliation, huh? Ah... ]
1.2
2.2
—Yeah, I completely knew! I actually— [ struggling to kick it off ] put it there for awhile! It's to clean up the stardust that my angelic body has left behind...!
N-Not like you'd know anything about that!
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... OH LOOK, A TAIL? Okay the red hair and the red eyes that's all natural enough (???) but he has to admit that tail acting all on its own is another loop to get thrown for. One day, maybe, he'll get used to the sheer variety in life he's learning about in space, but right now he's got his hand right back up by his mouth in his visible surprise. ]
Wow! You have a tail! [ A beat of realising how rude that is (likewise sidestepping having to point out his general lack of belief on that whole explanation for the toilet paper trail) leads into: ] A very nice tail?
[ What does one say, to people with tails? Makkachin wags his own as he gets to his feet, panting in his congenial manner. ]
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Where is the challenge he was promised? Where is his free ramen? He's hungry, dude. ]
Yeah, so what?
A lot of Myuumons have tails.
[ Crow scratches at his head, clearly already growing impatient. ]
It's the awesomest tail ever— because it's attached to me.
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Okay, this isn't any stranger than aliens who look like lions but clearly are not lions because they speak in easily understood ways. He can find a way to roll with this too.
So he just does. Smiling, he lets his hand drop away from his face and laughs a little: ]
Of course, I see. You're the first Myuumon I've met.
[ Unless Myuumons is the singular. He's got no idea. ]
There was going to be serenading over ramen, yeah?
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[ Just how arrogant was this guy? His arms fold, his weight shifting to one hip as he gives Victor a look over. ]
You're the billionth hooman I've met, so it's whatever.
[ Hooman, though. Bless his heart.
He's about to turn around, wondering if he's wasting his time with this guy or if he's really-honestly going to take him up on his challenge.
Then, Victor says something that gets his attention and his lips curve upward in a slight smile. ]
Tch. Yeah, if you're still game for losing. Us, Myuumons— our life revolves around music. Just a fair warning, y'know.
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[ He tries not to let his eyebrows go too high on that. Look. Look. He's pretty sure Crow wasn't even trying with this.
But eh, he doesn't have it in him to care so much about what's not important, like pronunciation for a species. #details ]
Wow, I would have never guessed. Which must mean you're going first to show what a Myuumon's musical talent looks like at it's peak?
[ He's outright presuming that Crow here believes he's performing at peak at all times. Mostly it seems his personality type to believe as much, so... Makkachin likewise waits with a wag of his tail, waiting to see what's going to happen. Perhaps he'll get a treat. Maybe a steamed bun. A dog's life is grand, really. ]
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You seriously think you can ask me to give you a private performance just like that?
Get real. I'm here to sing a cappella with you and that's it.
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Wasn't that what we were talking about?
[ No, but he didn't actually know that Crow would think that a peak performance would mean CALLING IN THE WHOLE SHOW. Victor had figured on an a cappella the whole time. For his part, Makkachin mostly looks between the two of them and then huffs as he flops across Victor's feet. ]