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// 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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"That's different - I'm talking to my grandfather." They both knew damn well that it wasn't any different, and that she'd had more than one 'unfitting' fit of temper according to Donov Mayer and the Collective. In her young life, Re-L had never once questioned why she had been much more prone to snaps of temper than her other fellow citizens - but as she'd grown older.. well. Let's just say there was a snap realization, once, when she'd been in the throws of one of those fits of temper, that she'd noticed the reserved, horrified looks of the other people around and had realized, finally, that she may be what others referred to as 'odd' to others. She'd always stuck out, the young granddaughter of the fading Regent Donov Mayer - maybe the one meant to follow him and fall in his place.

At least until her temperament had come to the fore, her flare for the dramatic and her tendency to just.. stick out. The choice of all black clothing, the bight blue eye shadow, her fitful tempers..

Needless to say she didn't really fit in among the shades of grey that had become the upper echelons of Romdeau society. It hadn't slowed her down any, not by a long stretch, but the realization had given her a moment's pause.

"Like what? To knit blankets out of while they eat everything we have on this ship? I'm sure that will help me to sustain myself." There's an obvious eye roll as Daedalus mentions that he finds nothing offensive about the animals - of course he wouldn't, they were something new to study - and she's practically sucking on the inside of her cheeks already in irritation that he'd place curiosity over necessity. Once again, hypocritical.

"Since when are you worried about being invasive?" She quirks one of those sharp brows, hand on her hip and leaned in such a way that her judgement looked casual.

"Would it satisfy you," he ventured, cocking his head toward her. There were times when Daedalus seemed so genuinely, gently concilliatory that it was impossible to call him out for being cheeky, or sarcastic, or even condescending. As if he only existed, ultimately, to ensure Re-l's well-being... but her happiness was also one of his chief desires. "If I confessed to an irrepressible need to play devil's advocate?"

He wasn't entirely sure what the creatures might be useful for, besides perhaps organic insulation? In all honestly, a culling was probably necessary, but Daedalus was glad he wasn't likely to be called upon to take much of a role in the roundup. Still, it was a shame they couldn't spare a few for further study.

On a more serious note-

"Well, it's something I've been thinking about quite often these days, actually." Dr. Yumeno sighed, standing relaxed with his hands in his pockets, "How we'll be recieved, by... whatever's already living on whichever chunk of rock is deemed suitable for human life. There will probably be some fighting involved in staking our claim. That is a concern of mine. How that could play out."

"It would satisfy me if you would at least stop playing it with me. Otherwise, have at it." Re-L's hand moves in a careless wave of dismissal at the end of her sentence, though she knew that there was no way Daedalus would let up on her in his quest to always bring up opposite angles. He'd always liked to challenge her, it all depended on her mood to see just how much it irritated her when he did. Some days she was more welcoming to these little head games than others, but as the bits of fur around her began to split in to three and four... well, she wasn't in the mood for Devil's Advocate concerning them, at the very least. A rousing conversation debating the merits of some philosopher or another? That was a different story.

At the rate at which they reproduced, even the ones kept from a culling for research would need another culling, eventually, by what Re-L could tell. Either way, provided she wasn't called to either gather them up or to do the research, then she'd be even slightly more happy about the current situation.

"You think possibly too much about something that hasn't yet occurred.." But she sees his point, all at once. Though, considering all she had experienced outside of Romdeau.. would it be all that different than the people who'd shot at her or wanted her to die from the commune? or the proxies who had all attempted to attack her when she'd been on the outside? Not really. It mitigated her fear, if only a little. "However.. I don't see how it could be much different than anything I've already experienced outside of Romdeau.. and should they be an intelligent race, with philosophers we've never heard of, well - "

A small, smirk of a smile. "Consider me intrigued."

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