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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. |
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sam anders ( battlestar galactica )
[ Since his arrival, it's customary for Sam to spend time in the atrium. It's not the same as being on a planet and feeling the wind against his skin or smelling the freshness of the air, but it's as close as he can get in space. It's enough. And he's alive. Again. That's a miracle for which he's extraordinarily grateful, however much he'd been at peace with the decision to take the Galactica and the rest of the ships into the sun.
With the return of his memories comes the return to old habits, and it isn't long before he's spending a few hours of his leisure time playing the guitar. Today, he's sitting in the ground, back against the trunk of a tree and bare toes curled into the grass. He lets his fingers move as they will across the strings, aimlessly plucking out notes.
Gradually, he becomes aware of his audience. First one little ball of fur. Then another. And another. Soon there's at least twenty or thirty clustered around him, vibrating gently and making sounds along with the guitar. The notes of music become a tune effortlessly, one Sam well knows, and after playing a few bars, he softly begins to sing the ancient words. ]
There must be some kind of way outta here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
Can't get no relief...
( TWO )
[ It takes a few days and a considerable amount of effort, but eventually Sam gets the Raptor working. Most of it's sheer willpower instead of skill, and a willingness to plug himself into the craft and take over for the computer. What's important is that he gets it working. And he gets it through the turbulence of the atmosphere and down to the planet's surface.
There's a gun strapped to his hip. He doesn't want to use it, but he's spent too long fighting—the Cylons, humans—to naively leave it behind. Anything could be happening down here. He just has to hope that the mission team is safe.
Stepping out onto the surface once he's landed the Raptor at the camp, Sam scans the area, looking for the Eluvio's stranded crew. ]
Hello? Anyone here?
( WILD )
[ Want to do something else? I'm game! Hit me up with whatever you want and I'll roll with it. ]
one
Today has him swinging through the atrium. It's nice here and reminds him of Cloud 9 a bit. Sun's better here, though. As he's rounding a bend, he trips over something and stumbles in his steps, nearly taking a header into the ground. He hears someone laugh and he glances over with an embarrassed sort of half-smile half-grimace on his face. Looking down he sees a short row of furry balls that he knows weren't there before. They seem to be vibrating along toward... something. Lee isn't too sure, but hears the music softly playing so he follows.
Maybe he should be surprised to see Sam sitting there with an audience of chittering hairballs. But, he's kind of not. For a few moments he stands there watching and listening, but then interrupts because.
Well. Because. ]
Made some friends?
no subject
They aren't so bad. [ And he doubts they would care if they knew he was a Cylon. He glances across his audience, noting that it seems to have grown since he started playing. ] But there are a lot of them.
[ His brow furrows slightly as half a dozen possible problems cross his mind. Sam looks back to Lee. ]
Do you have any idea where they came from?
[ If there's a furball farm somewhere on the ship, their owner needs to know their animals have escaped. ]
no subject
Nudging one with the side of his shoe, Lee glances down at the little things. Almost kind of look like something pulled out of shower drains. He leans down and scoops one up to hold between his hands. It vibrates and he doesn't know if that's good or bad but it's not biting him or peeing on him so... he's going to assume it's good? ]
Ah— [ he abruptly stops trying to form any kind of coherent thought, squints at it then kind of turns it around and upside down; ] None whatsoever.
[ He sniffs, clears his throat. ]
Don't seem to have a face or [ ?????? ] anything.
2
Hey. Heeeeeeeyyyyy.
[Oh never mind he's not dead, he's just really, really stoned. Yay?]
[Lying on his back with his neck bent at an uncomfortable angle to stare at Sam upside down, Jamie grins sort of vacantly and fumbles on the ground next to him, eventually producing a fruit that's only had a couple of bites taken out of it. He holds it up for the visitor's perusal.]
Have you - have you tried these? These are great. They're so great. Sooooooooo great. Did you know that you're - you're walking on the ceiling? And that the ceiling looks like the ground?
no subject
Well, that's good news, anyway.
His hand drops away from his sidearm as he comes closer, though whatever relief he might be feeling at finding the guy alive melts right into confusion. Is he... intoxicated? ]
You're lying on the ground. [ Logic never wins in the face of intoxication, or whatever sort of poisoning this is, but he gives it a try anyway. ] Can you tell me if you're injured?
no subject
[Jamie rolls over onto his stomach, quietly exclaiming over the shower of leaves that scatters as he does so, and props his chin up on one hand, staring benignly up at Sam. His pupils are hugely dilated.]
Nnnnnah, I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay. I fell down -
[He pauses, eyes unfocusing for a handful of seconds as his train of thought derails, careens off somewhere else for a bit and then somehow reaches its original destination, against all logic.]
- I fell down a ravine running from a cow. It was an - an angry cow. But I'm oooooookaaaaaaaaaay.
[Jamie enunciates very slowly, as though Sam is the one who's out of his mind on crazyfruit, and then seemingly remembers that he's still holding one of said fruits in his other hand, extending it to Sam.]
Have you tried these? They're - they're so good. Sooooooo goooooooooood.