Test Drive Meme 006

[voidtreckermods]

Welcome to our Test Drive Meme! Here is the place to see how your character might fit the setting, grab some samples and start having fun!

1. Post with your character. I’ve written out some prompts but feel free to make up your own, you have a whole train to play with!

2. Assume they have been around long enough for threads to jump right into the action!

3. Have much fun!

Happy testing!

Void Trecking

The thing about being on a train hurtling through void space is there’s not much to see. Outside the window lies an endless void of kaleidoscope colours shifting and swirling. It’s probably best not to stare at it too long. Do so and you might start to imagine order in it. Shapes, places, even figures. But your eyes shift... Back to chaos. Probably best you do something else other than stare out the window. Or convince your fellow passengers that void watching leads to headaches!

Relaxing

The newest carriage to be added to the Voidtrecker Express is a rock garden. In a glass domed carriage, flickering with the light of the void the rock garden is a peaceful and medative space, full of mosaics, a pond, fountains and small stony bridges.

It's also the closest to an outside space you have and so is likely to be used for less than peacful activities. Splash in the rivers, race around the paths. Or try and relax on a bench and read amongst the chaos.

Goblin Town

Goblins riding wolves, everyone's favourite foe. The wolves fly, obviously and the goblins fight with short spears, almost like knights on horseback if the knights were terrifying and demonic looking. They are causing trouble by harassing a small village.

Team One

Fight the goblins. A handful of weapons have been provided but mostly you need to try and outsmart the goblins. They can come from any direction, including up. Try and keep the village safe from their attacks.

Team Two

Protect the villagers, help them barricade their houses. Deal with any goblins that get through team one's defences. Some of the villagers want to help and that's alright, some of the villagers want to help and are still in single digits, that's probably less alright. Keep everyone safe!

Team Three

The thing with sieges is, some things still need to happen. People still need to eat. Babies need fed and looked after. Animals need tended. Try and help with the logistics of everything in the heart of the village, as far away from the fighting as possible.

Pick a team, go wild!

Comments

Wei Wuxian/Wei Ying | The Untamed/MDZS

[yilingdaddy]

Rock Garden/Relaxing:
Having learned very quickly not to look out the windows, Wei Ying does his best to keep his head down while careening along the favored carriage. Up one bridge, down another, the Chinese youth laughs as a foot slips into water to make a splash, then he's right back to racing along. Just for the fun of it.

But even he can get tired enough to find a quieter spot to stretch out, one arm flung over his eyes to keep the temptation to look out to a minimum.


Goblins! Team Two:
He hasn't sensed any dead he could control, so he's been relegated to helping put barricades together and sealing various doors with subtly placed wards. Why he has to hide what he can still do is just plain frustrating and grates at him. Wei Ying spies some of the villagers still out and about, some of which really shouldn't be alone, so with a great sigh, he slips from the most recent house he's been working on and runs out to grab the idiot and drag them inside.

"I know you want to help," he tells them earnestly, "but the best way to do so is to get to safety right now."


Wildcard! Wei Wuxian can be found setting off mild pranks around the train (nothing that would do any real harm!), running around to expend energy, or sleeping somewhere.

[inquiryguqin]

Lan Zhan woke up in one of the cabins. At first, he has to admit he was anxious upon waking up alone despite his stern expression. He remembered he was in his house, the jingshi last night, and then woke up here with nobody from home. He is on a train...? He get that much explanation. Now to figure out a way back home....which he cannot do so at the time, so he'll be trapped here for at least a while.

After some time, he finds his way to the garden and sees Wei Ying.

"Wei Ying? You're here too...?"

He has to admit, he's relieved to find him. At least, on the train, Wei Ying won't be alone on this journey. So naturally, he comes closer to him to make sure he's all right.

Lan Wangji / Lan Zhan | The Untamed (MDZS)

[inquiryguqin]

I. Void Trecking / Garden
Lan Wangji is fairly used to headaches. He doesn't have his set of acupuncture needles, so he resorts to sitting it out in the garden, drinking tea and nibbling on snacks while sitting the headache out. He usually doesn't stray far from a certain man with a red-ribbon tied pony-tail, accompanying him wherever he goes.

II. Goblin Town
There are goblins riding on flying wolves? He never seen the likes of it before. This is new. Still, the village needs to be protected, that's part of the mission. Whatever team he is on:

Team one: He's either fighting the goblins and knock off their spears with his sword bichen that glows with a blue light or knocking them off the wolves. Known for his arm strength from doing hand-stands daily, he knocks them out, making the goblin seeing stars with one punch, as punching and kicking do just as well.

Team Two: When not fighting, he helps the villagers barricading the houses to keep them safe while fending off the goblins.

Team Three: Helping the villagers find lost children, corralling lost animals back to their pens, and then some. It may not look like it, but Lan Wangji likes to keep himself busy being in a position of help

III. Wildcard
[Feel free to make up a starter on your own basing on scenario above! hmu via pm journal, pp my plurk or Pandorabox#6173 on discord!]

I

[against_descent]

For her part, Cassandra is seated cross-legged upon one of the rocks, eyes closed, hands resting on her knees, a picture of tranquility. The Void is odd and unsettling--she can still sense life and other things moving through it as the Technocracy claimed...

That was the part that made her brow furrow, not the fact that she could tell that the young man with his companion nearby had a headache. It's not using magick, just--she, too, is familiar with headaches, though Cass' tend to be more aggressive and lay her out in the end for a few days, unless she does manage to use her own magick to banish them.

With a quiet sigh--it's not his fault, after all--she gets to her feet and sidles over. "Beg pardon," she says, voice a bit rough. "Do you prefer not to use things like...oh, willowbark tea, for your headache?" She points at the spot between her brows that sported a furrow not long ago. "I get them too," Cass says, then, offering a sympathetic smile. "And sometimes your conventional painkillers--or perhaps mine--simply don't work the way we'd like them to, eh?"

Overlord Zetta | Makai Kingdom (CRAU)

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Relaxing"

Those who enter the new carriage may find a sight verging on the alarming: half a dozen people and a book with a face on it all clustered around some math drawn in the dirt and puzzling over the figures.

"I actually don't think--" the book was saying, but the arrival of another person had him snap his jaw shut, then glare balefully that direction for a moment.

"Hey. How much would you pay to use this car?"

Team Three

Zetta and his army of minions were surprisingly effective combatants. What was more surprising, however, was him setting up a stall to give away food and supplies plundered from the goblin combatants. That's right': give away, completely not in keeping with the demon's normal behavior!

"That's right!" Zetta bellowed cheerfully at the couple who was taking a loaf of bread. "Courtesy of Angra Mainyu! Praise be to the name of the god, etc.!"

Okay, yeah, he definitely had an angle.

"relaxing"

[against_descent]

Cassandra watched this exchange briefly before the book gave her a glare. She gave said book her best impassive stare back, arms folding over her chest. Flat and unimpressed, she was, grey eyes more like stones, free of warmth.

She at least seemed to give it sincere thought, glancing to the book's posse--she assumed that's what the group was, since they were clustered around it--before looking back at the tome itself, furrowing her brows.

"I won't set you on fire, how does that sound?"

47 | HITMAN

[rieper]

The Void

It was rather disappointing to find that traveling through space was extremely boring. There were countless television series and movies that made it into a glamorous trek through the unknown but all of them failed to mention the obscene amount of down-time where nothing happened at all. And the ones that did? Well, no one remembered those, now did they?

Fortunately for 47 he had no illusions of grandeur when it came to such ideals. 47's life was as exciting as they came: always on the move, lots of cash flow, and a new murder to commit every other Tuesday. That was life for a big-time hitman. What the video games and movies on such "ideal lives" failed to account for was all the day-to-day routine. Even assassins had their dull moments in life. Personal hygiene, routine exercise, and loads of research into every target took up a majority of his time. 'Never a dull moment'? There were plenty of dull moments. 47 just never thought anything in particular about them. They were just another obstacle to hurdle to get to the next job.

Day-to-day life on a train was no different. The only major difference was this: his Handler never did, and likely never would, contact him to give him a new target to eliminate. He was cut off from Diana and the ICA. That was a bigger issue to him than ending up on this wild ride through the middle of literal nowhere. He had no purpose without a contract to fulfill. He had tried living that sort of life once before... it hadn't ended well.

He was most certainly not thinking about this as he stared out into the shifting chaos of the Void outside the train windows. He didn't see the last few victims of his murderous crimes in the lights and shadow as he stared unblinkingly into that storm of nonsense outside. That would have been ridiculous. There was nothing out there but chaos and nothingness.

The same thing that swirled inside 47 without a tether.

He scoffed. "Philosophy is overrated," he intoned quietly to no one in particular. He turned away from the window. It was a dangerous sight. Much like himself.

Relaxation

Someone had tried to make a proper garden out of a small stretch near one of the running streams. The rocks weren't hospitable for growing things except maybe weeds so the make-shift plant garden was composed of greenery found in pots. Currently there was very little green and mostly just dirt in the half a dozen pots arranged neatly in the rocks. A watering container sat near the stream. A rake lay in the rocks not too far away, swirling patterns etched into the pebbles nearby that were clearly made by the rake. And not too far off sat a bald man on one of the benches, staring at a book in hand.

He didn't particularly look like a gardener. He had piercing blue eyes and a countenance that would make a shark think twice about preying on him. Look close enough, however, and his near immaculate look could be ruined by the bit of dirt under his fingernails and a splash of water still drying on his pants' leg. How peculiar.

Goblin Town, Team One

This was familiar. Well, mostly. The foes were hardly conventional and 47 was missing his signature weapons but at least he knew the motions in this particular dance. With his experience and knowledge he could have helped with any of the 'teams' that had formed naturally when the goblins had attacked. But this was where he shown the best. He was a natural born killer--well, maybe that was actually a bit inaccurate. Perhaps it was better to say that he was perfectly engineered to hunt and kill, painstakingly trained and modified for it, genetically created for it even. That was the truth of the matter.

In the end, he knew no better way to live than by the hunt. Everything else had been stripped from him. He could pretend to be other things but that's all it was: an act. The point of the matter was that he was good at it and that's where he chose to use his skills. On the battlefield.

At some point in time the hitman had procured one of the spears that the goblins were using to attack. He wielded it with surprising ease and grace for a man that looked better suited to a modern gunfight than a medieval hack-and-slash.

"Fall back." His voice was quiet but somehow it cut through the den of battle with ease. He proceeded do exactly as he ordered, grabbing an oblivious villager by the scruff of the neck and dragging the man along with him as he did so.

As 47 escaped into the narrow alleyway a pair of wolf-riders followed. Their mistake. Pained whines erupted from the wolves as they were taken out by 47's wire sprung trap, and the goblins fared little better. It was a clever little bit of misdirection, one of 47's many tricks of the trade. The only thing left to worry about was the one wolf-rider that escaped the trap because it came by air rather than the ground. The wolf growled menacingly as it landed on a rooftop followed by the angry war-cry of the goblin sat atop it.

47 readied his spear.

Team1!

[cepicorpus]

Honestly, Dio's perfectly happy to stay on his roof and kill things that got within range; he was told to defend, and he is doing it, damn it. Nobody said he had to be enthusiastic about it. But there's some fighting going on nearby and it's caught his interest simply because the goblins and their flying wolves have figured out divebombing his particular roof is a very stupid idea and have stopped doing it.

Except for the ones harassing 47 it seems.

As the trap goes off and one escapes to the air to try to avoid that particular menace on the ground, unfortunately for the goblin, its choice of roof is the one the vampire's chosen to defend. One short vicious kick knocks the wolf right off the roof (look out below), the far more unfortunate goblin yanked off its mount by its head, kicking and screaming.

"Mind if I keep this?" That's too polite sounding for someone who just kicked a wolf down at a guy with just a spear to defend himself. Hopefully the bald man is better at fighting than he looks.

Dio Brando | JJBA: Stardust Crusaders (Player-made AU)

[cepicorpus]

Void.

Sure, staring out the window does lead to headaches.

But it's also utterly fascinating. Which is probably why the newest resident vampire hasn't budged in the past hour or so, unblinkingly staring out the window of the car he'd found himself in. He hasn't so much as twitched, if it wasn't for the fact that the ventilation's air currents tugged at his hair a bit now and again, he might make for a pretty colorful statue.

Who needs cloud watching?! There's a distorted warped reality to make shapes out of! Probably the sight isn't as 100% enthralling as it seems, and Dio's working through some stuff in his head, but it certainly gives him something to do while he processes things. Oh look, an exceptionally fun looking swirl!

Probably someone should suggest he move. Who knows what happens if you stare into the void too long. It might stare back, or maybe someone will just go blind, or something.

Team 2

This is pretty unfair for the goblins, in all honesty. Little monsters with spears and flying wolves just really doesn't compare with vampiric power and a Stand, but Dio hasn't been assigned the front lines (assigned, like some sort of worker!), he'd been assigned 'protect the food'. Villagers. Whichever. Which he's been doing very dutifully since about sunset or so.

Perched on the roof of one of the smaller homes to allow himself the best range in dealing with his unworthy opponents, Dio simply waits for the next idiot creature to make a move, arms crossed over his chest, expression dark. There are dead goblins and wolves scattered about, some of their weapons looted by the enterprising villagers remaining who have figured out that nothing actually could get past the vampire, and that they themselves are currently safe. He's not bothering to protect OTHER homes than this one, that would be beyond The World's comfortable range, but people were beginning to figure out that this is the good place to rally and fight back. After all if anything got too close it tended to suddenly and violently ...die.

"How long are they going to keep up this foolishness?" He sounds ... bored. Whether he means the goblins or the people is seriously up for debate.

Okay so it's foolish to attack HIS position, but everyone ELSE might not be faring so well and he COULD just go lend a hand but no, Dio's staked out his spot and he's not going anywhere without a lot more motivation to help. He knows what'll happen when he does. The goblins will swear loyalty to him or something and the entire attack will somehow be his fault. Well. Not this time.

Wildcard!

(Want to do something else? Hit me up! Don't take Dio too seriously, I don't, I'm just bad at starters. Will match format!)

team 2

[shutupnail]

"That's a good question. One I was wondering myself."

The reply came from a green man hovering a few feet from the rooftop Dio had taken up residence upon. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked about as bored as Dio sounded. He floated in the air nonchalantly as if it were an every day occurrence. Well, for him it was at least.

Piccolo's eyes darted down to the vampire briefly, eyes narrowing thoughtfully for a moment, and then flitted back out towards the horizon. Keeping an eye out for the next attack.

"Maybe they're just not used to this kind of defensive from the locals. Our presence could be throwing them off." It was as good a guess as any, perhaps. "Still, doesn't explain their stupidity. Maybe that's just hereditary."

Piccolo | DBZ

[shutupnail]

Relaxing

It was the most likely place to find the green-skinned humanoid once he had settled into the whole 'living on a train' business. It wasn't his first, second, or third choice he would have made in regular life but when there was no other option it came down to the only thing available--and this was it. A rock garden was better than no nature at all. It was peaceful enough here, too, at least on a good day. He could get used to it. Maybe.

Piccolo sat crossed legged near one of the streams, eyes closed. He was meditating. In front of him floated a few of the pebbles found in the carriage, turning slowly in the air. It was a mental exercise, and considering the train didn't particularly care for his more robust training styles (although at least it didn't take damage from his high energy beams and blasts, it was also kind of frustrating that it didn't too) this was his training style of choice these days. It meant he wouldn't hurt anyone that got too close at least.

Goblin Town, Team Two

These goblins and wolves were starting to get on Piccolo's nerves. They weren't particularly strong or even hard to take down for someone like the Namekian, but they seemed to be never ending. Or very determined to take this town as every time it seemed like they'd taken out the last of them, another half a dozen would come storming in. Piccolo couldn't tell anymore if it was the same thirty goblins regrouping and attacking over and over again or if their numbers were just actually high enough to send out more and more of them. Either way, they were getting annoying.

Piccolo stopped going on the attack at some point and began helping with the defenses. He didn't know how long this would last or if it would always been never-ending--even after the train left--so the least they could do was to help fortify the place while here. He was strong enough to lift tons of metal and wooden pieces to make said fortifications, too, so it was easy work for him.

Whenever a wolf or goblin rider managed to make it through the outer warriors, Piccolo sent them packing with a punch or two, or a quick blast of energy that singed their rough fur.

Relaxing

[knifewithnoname]

Unknown to Piccolo he had a watcher. She liked this carriage, the rocks and the water were peaceful even if she didn't like being completely surrounded by void. As if there was nothing between her and the swirling colours.

Piccolo was an interesting person to watch. Not just because he looked like a monster. He had magic, that was obvious. She was watching him now from behind a fountain as he meditated, watching the rocks turn in the air.

She's still and quiet but not completely hidden. She doesn't think she has to be. She can run fast if he gets annoyed.

Caster (Cú Chulainn) | Fate/Grand Order

[futhark]

Void Trecking

So, Caster might have been warned about nausea and migraines that accompanied staring out the window for far too long— but that hardly means he is going to just believe what he is told. Things like him don't need sleep, and migraines are for the weak. Give him a bet, a competition and he will play along.

He takes the view like a champ, but eventually he just— turns around like and slides down the wall. Hello, so that's how nausea feels like, he almost forgot—

"Man, you weren't kidding..." he laughs, reaching the floor level. If it fits he sits. And in simple fun ("fun") like this he can be a good sport about losing "Okay, you win. But first, let me know if I got close to beating the record."

Relaxing

Rock garden is a peaceful and meditative space— they said. Well not any longer. Sit too close to the water, and something that looks like a ghostly hand splashes the water. Sometimes, the rock seems to be moving— oh wait, they are actually moving. One time, a whole set-up falls into rubble while a whispered "...shit" is heard in the area. The rocks might be even seen as they rearrange themselves.

It's all very mysterious because it can't be that a culprit is an invisible man, right? (Spoiler alert: that's exactly the culprit here)

Goblin Town/Team Two

Now that's a job Caster can take. It would be made easier if he could freely do caster'y thing, but every spell is a blip on that metaphorical mana bar, which also happens to function as HP bar (best system ever)... but he's not seeking 'easier'. He's looking for 'more fun'. A makeshift spear can't compare to a Gáe Bolg, but it's still a spear.

"Hey, you!" Yes, you. He's staring straight at the nearest fellow train passenger, pupils slit like a cat's, wide grin splitting his face. "We got maybe three minutes before the goblins are here, wanna make it a competition?"

That being, the possible goblin carnage. Or dying epicly in the last stand in some unnamed village.

Wildcard

｢ ooc: aka obligatory, hit me with whatever you want!💪 ｣

relaxing. two can play at this game~

[shutupnail]

Piccolo's ears twitched at the sound of the water splashing behind him but he didn't bother to open his eyes and investigate. He kept meditating without a hitch.

A little later he heard the sound of rocks tumbling down and a softly whispered word (that to his hearing wasn't all that soft actually) of regret. A rock formation suddenly appearing in front of him might have been more perplexing if it wasn't for the misfired attempt. Again, Piccolo ignored it though.

But when a third attempt to spook him or get his attention or whatever this character was trying to do, the Namekian finally slit one eye open to catch him in the act. Only to see nothing. Well. That was vaguely surprising.

He closed his eye again and let the rogue finish his rock sculpting.

Just as Caster might have thought his work was done and could wait to see the result an interesting action took place. One of the rocks that Caster had so painstakingly placed decided to hover in the air. It was only for a second--and then it suddenly darted towards the invisible man, smacking him somewhere harmlessly if he wasn't paying attention.

The green-skinned man didn't move. Didn't open his eyes. But...was that a small smirk on his lips?

Zelda | The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time

[wisdominshadows]

Void Trecking

The warnings have come quickly and in great number, but Zelda can't quite resist the temptation to look out the window at the void beyond. She's careful, looking away every time the pressure behind her eyes seems to build, but the shifting colors and images are still too entrancing to keep her eyes turned away for long.

"...and the goddesses descended upon the chaos that was Hyrule," she murmurs to herself, repeating the tale she had heard a thousand times in childhood. "Was it anything like this, I wonder?"

There's no way to know, of course. Still, the flight of fancy is, at least, entertaining.

Team Two

The defense of one's home often brings out the best in people- or, at least, the most enthusiastic in them. And when the 'people' in question are, say, barely adolescent, the enthusiasm definitely tends to overpower any common sense they might possess.

That's probably the explanation for the child Zelda hovers over now, clutching a broken leg as she works to put things aright. "It's all right," the princess hums, "just let me see it," and when the boy stops clinging to his leg she gets to work.

There's a long moment, a snatch of song, a flash of light- and at the end Zelda grants the boy a small smile over his newly healed leg.

"Now, hide," she scolds, "you can still break that, or worse." The child nods, and scampers off in a direction that looks vaguely safe.

"Children," she shakes her head, then turns to look for any other wounded.

Two

[stealsyourheart]

"Now that is a useful skill." Says the cheerful teeanger whose hair looks like it eats hairbrushes.

He also has what looks like a a bite wound in his arm.

"Don't suppose I could ask for a fix? Some of those guys are nasty."

Behind the wide, practiced smile his eyes are tight with pain.

[utulien_aure]

Rock Garden

It's a pretty place, this new carriage- still too small for Fingon's taste, and not quite believable, but he'll try to give credit where it's due. So he'll try to amuse himself by tracing the paths, over and over again- or, at least he will until he grows bored.

A bit awkward, really- boredom means thinking over uncomfortable things, and this train had brought more of them than he's happy with. There's got to be something else to do....

How many times can he get a rock to skip over the pond? Perhaps its time to find out.

Goblin Town: Team One

Perhaps it's terrible to admit it, but this is far more Fingon's speed than sitting on the train is. It's a tad tricky at first, without his own bow or blade, but the first time he manages to bring one down he scoops up the spear left on the ground.

"It's a start," he considers, giving the weapon an experimental twirl. Not his sort of weapon, but it will do.

"Who's next?"

Rock Garden

[marriedanidiot]

A gasp from behind him, a soft familiar voice from long ago.

"Findekano? Is that you?"

Charlie McGee - Firestarter - OTA

[thefirething]

[Rock Garden]

Charlie enjoyed peace and quiet. The constant noise and motion of the other passengers on the train made her nervous and twitchy. She didn't like crowds. She tried her best, sure. She tried to get along during chores and whatever. But she sat by herself at meal times and read one of the books from the small library. And when she really couldn't handle the overload, she went to the rock garden to just sit and relax and enjoy the peace. It did wonders for her stretched nerves, it gave her time to rest.

She didn't do much in the way of sleeping, anyone on the train would know that by now, but this was the best way for her to recharge.

[ Goblin Fight ]

It wasn't like Charlie wanted to out her abilities to the train at large? But there were a lot of very mean goblins on some very mean wolves, and a lot of people in danger. And Charlie didn't like that there were people in danger. Especially when there were children involved.

So she and some villagers had set up a trap. It consisted of flammable tar, a pit hidden by branches, and Charlie telekinetically winging rocks at the damn Goblins and generally making a nuisance of herself. They took the bait, charged at Charlie, and when the fake ground caved in and the goblins found themselves trapped in a sticky mess?

Charlie looked less than apologetic for what happened next. It was just a glance, a subtle Push from her, a feeling of heat rising around her before it rushes off and towards the tar trap and then that lights up, bursting into flames and eating up everything in the fire.

Other Goblin Riders stop short, looking at the fire with some fear and Charlie glares at them.

"There's more where that came from!" she shouts, the small teenager the very picture of come at me bro in the defiant tilt of her head and the scowl on her face. Will they come at her? Probably. Is she going to get help?

She sure hopes so.

[taggers choice: wild-card! find her anywhere on the train. ]

Re: Charlie McGee - Firestarter - OTA

[creepyoldguy]

(Goblin Fight)

Beetlejuice wasn't much help.

No, wait. That wasn't entirely true.

Beetlejuice was of no help whatsoever. At least for the moment. The demon had no reason to really offer any support or to do anything other than be a spectator. And it wasn't entirely obvious whose side he was supporting, despite the uniform he had on.

He idly popped a kernel of popcorn in to his mouth and applauded with genuine enthusiasm at the fire.

"Nice one, blondie."

Leanne | Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance

[song_princess]

[Void]

This... This was so different than what she was seeing before. Never ending hellish nightmares to nothing. It was hard enough that she couldn't really stretch out her wings but then also.... She was surrounded by humans. Humans who murdered her family and clan. The source of her nightmares.

Why? Why was she forcefully awakened and brought here? Please... Please let her go back home and away from all these humans.

[Team Three]

So many animals and nestlings! She sings to help herd the animals to a safer place, using her Galdrars to create a vine barrier to protect both the animals and children. Around the children, they will see a six foot pure white Heron with a golden crest. Anyone who comes near the nestlings/children with anything that could seem like ill intent will have to deal with a birb mom's talons and pecking.

void

[flatteries]

Alas, if only Inigo knew that it was human specifically she was scared of, he would be a little bit more careful about approaching her.

But he has no idea. And, granted, is kind of an idiot. But at least he's a well-intentioned one, since he can't really see her sitting there by herself without wanting to make sure she's alright. She doesn't exactly look alright.

"Milady, forgive me for the intrusion, but.. is there a problem?" Other than being stuck on a train hurdling through the void, anyway! That's clearly totally normal.

Ai Haibara | Detective Conan

[nevershould_have]

{ Void Trekking }

If anyone asks, her name is Ai Haibara. She doesn't know who this Shiho Miyano person on the door to her room is, but it's not her. One of the newest arrivals seems a bit shy and cold for an eight year old. No one's seen much of her aside from maybe her cabin mates in the mornings.

It's one of those rare times Ai can be found in the dinning car, a cup of steaming coffee cupped in her hands. It's also very late at night. But don't worry about that at all.

{ Relaxing. }

She's in the garden car, the air feels fresher here and it almost feels like there's a light breeze. She's got a magazine in hand and is just casually reading with her legs crossed.

{ Team 3 }

Ai isn't much of a fighter and she never has been. She's more the type to run or to just bide her time. It's no surprise that she's decided to take on the role of cooking for the villagers. She's a decent cook, for a supposed eight year old, and she's happy to spoon out soup to the others, hoping it'll be a nice healthy meal for them all.

eee!

[stealsyourheart]

Void Trekking

Is that... oh my. Well. Uh. How to approach? Kaito stops, blinking in the door. Normally it's the OTHER shrunked kid who meets him here. Well.

When in doubt, be causual.

"Good evening, little miss. Wasn't expecting anyone else to be here. Mind if I share your coffee time?"

The Doctor ( 11 ) | Doctor Who

[usernamesarecool]

{ Trekking across that void. }

This is exciting. The Doctor has absolutely no idea what's going on but that's part of the excitement, isn't it Not knowing? Figuring things out? He moves through the cars gleefully.

"D'you know, I love a dodgy train out in the void space?" He tells the nearest person, throwing his arm around their shoulder like they're old friend. "Dodgy train, inaccessible engine car, no idea who the driver is or what they really want? Oh! This is Christmas!"

{ Re-relaxing? }

The Doctor doesn't usually do relaxing, but for whatever the reason he's in the garden car, scanning over things-the trees are of particular interest to him. "Okay tree... let's see where you came from, hmm?"

Assumed CR okay?

[thefirething]

The second he has his arm around her shoulder, Charlie tenses up. It's someone she barely knows. Okay, fine. So she's talked to the doctor a time or two? He was fascinating and smart, and she liked people she could learn from.

But she didn't like physical contact. It pinged all her danger senses, even if she knew the Doctor wasn't a danger.

She keeps herself still, trying to relax some because she was fine and safe and this was okay, and she listens to what he says, shrugging one shoulder some.

"I was thinking a vacation. Haven't really done Christmas in...years."

Steve Rogers | MCU

[ex_capcicled257]

Void Trek: Relaxing

[ Steve isn't accustomed to the lack of wide, open space to roam. Or, at least, he isn't anymore. In New York, as crowded as it is, there is always another street to walk down, or park trail to jog, and even bridges and ferries to get from one borough to another. There is a smaller open space available for peace of mind, though, and he tries to take advantage of it as much as possible.

Like today, when he's settled on a bench, legs tucked out of the way. There's a sketchbook balanced on one thigh and one of the pages is being rapidly filled with a few facial renderings, mostly of people from Steve's past. ]


Goblins: Team One

[ Steve has never been the kind of person to stand back and wait for a fight to come to him. Especially when innocent people are involved. Doubly so when said innocents are civilians. He's a soldier, this is kind of what he does.

So expect to find the guy on the front lines, punching and flipping and using whatever items he can scrounge up as a weapon, regardless of whether it happens to be an actual weapon - like a knife - or someone's heavy frying pan. ]


Wildcard

[ Got a different encounter idea? Toss it here. ]

Team 1

[hashtagparkerluck]

[ He might be a bit young but Peter has proven himself in fights time and time again. Sure he's a bit of a mess but that's not gonna slow him down. He flips onto the scene and lands in his usual Spider-like crouch. ]

Hey Captain Rogers, sir! Anything I can do to help?

[ His sense spikes and he quickly kicks a Goblin away. ] I'm a lot stronger than I look-but I mean, of course you knew that. Haha-oh come on!

[ He catches an arrow and shoots a web at the offended before yanking him down to the ground. ] Super rude, dude. I'm trying to talk to Captain America. I don't have time for your nonsense.

Will Stanton | The Dark is Rising

[lightbranded]

1. Void Trecking

Will winces as he happens to glance out the window. The sight of the void disturbed him in a way he could not put in words. And if he wished to avoid a terrible headache it was probably best to step away now. Rubbing at his forehead and shielding his eyes, he moves into the center of the car.

One would think, Will thinks to himself, that something such as this would not bother him. In his own world he knew the way to the hidden paths behind the stars and he had ridden on a comet's tail.

But something in the void... There was a wrongness in it, although he could not say whether the wrongness was in himself or in the void.

2. Team One
Will was presented with a rather difficult problem.

His purpose now was to be the Watchman. He was to watch. Watch, and not interfere. For the world belonged to men now, and it had never been the Light's purpose to influence their decisions.

But this wasn't his world. And the village was being attacked by creatures who, while not of the Dark, were clearly of a dark.

What was his purpose here? Why had the Light sent him here?

And in the end, the decision is taken away from him, as a goblin leaps out at him in an obvious attack. Will frowns vaguely at it and mutters a word of the Old Speech under his breath, calling up a bright clear flame to his hand in defense.

Re: Will Stanton | The Dark is Rising

[najaran]

A girl had seen the attack, but for all her effort hadn't made it in time. She skidded to a stop seeing the flame. "Oh, you have a spell card. Okay, good," she said, resting her hands on her knees, panting. "Then you don't need my shield."

Christine Palmer l MCU

[cpalmer]

[Canon through Doctor Strange, compliant with Endgame (among the Snapped/Blipped due to no info.)]

[Void Trecking]

Once a doctor always a doctor.

This as Christine is giving what is basically the clinic a once over. Cue the start of a shopping list.

"Gauze, inhalers, painkillers, anxiety meds, surgical kits. Do need to look over records if the exist too.'

The look on her face says it all. But given the fact she was dead for 5 years this is needed.

Its normal.
----
Team Three

Christine joins the town doctors and is finally in her element. Feel free to bother her.
----
Audio

Massive longshot but do the names Stephen Strange or Wong mean anything to people?
---
Wildcard

Have Christine will travel!

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter just so happens to be in the clinic at the same time she is and just offers a shrug when she lists off her shopping list.

"There should be an emergency inhaler somewhere-Mr Stark might have it in his lab though. I don't know why though, it's not like I still have asthma. Anything I can help you with?" He offers, ever the friendly neighborhood spider-man.

Bucky Barnes | MCU

[luckybucky]

Relaxing

There wasn't a lot that he could remember, just bits and pieces that he still wasn't really sure were real. So he sat in the rock garden, staring into the stream like it would somehow help, provide him with some information he didn't already have.

All he really knew was that he was Not a Fan of this train business, and he would like to get off at the next stop, please. Even if he couldn't quite put his finger on why, exactly, the train unsettled him so profoundly.

Team One

Fighting was what Bucky was best at. It's what he'd been designed for, trained for, tortured to perfection for. The only reason the goblins stood a chance was sheer number, but anyone that got within grabbing range was not met with an abundance of mercy.

He also might accidentally take a swing at not-goblins if they get too close. Oops. Sorry about that. Maybe.

Wildcard

(Dealer's choice! Or, I guess, in this case players? IDK. IF YOU HAVE IDEAS BRING 'EM.)

[hashtagparkerluck]

"Hey Mr Barnes!" Peter greets him with his usual cheer, though he doesn't get too close.

"The Garden car's great, isn't it? It's almost like being outside. I mean, not really but close enough, I guess. So how are you handling being on the train? It's not really all that bad once you get used to it-and we do stop places to do things sometimes. There's a game car somewhere. I can teach you how to play Space Racer or Crisis on. I played it with Wade the other day when I wasn't supposed to and got grounded-but I'm not still grounded. So it's cool."

Me | Doctor Who Spoilers | Wake CRAU (Sorry for the lack of icons)

[memories_of_me]

Team One -

She was not helping because she was a good person. She was helping because she was irritated and the Goblins made satisfying sounds when they died. Besides, she had spent the last few years working on her archery again, and there was little use for that skill on a train. She absolutely was NOT doing this because of a certain irritating boy that was probably going to be out there as well. Absolutely not. Even if he was the only one here that she knew at all.

Still her shots were perfect. Hundreds of thousands of hours of practice, she was - in her own words - the best there's ever been. She didn't look like a master archer. She didn't look like she was millions of years old. And she didn't look like someone who fought in the hundred years war. And yet all of that was true.

She had managed to change her clothes soon after arrival, and as often as was needed. She was dressed in a black silk blouse with gold and silver buttons etched in dark swirling lines in circular patterns. She wore a black skirt with silver and gold pleats, and black leggings with a pattern of silver dots like stars that faded out slowly, in a specific order. She wore gold scruch socks with black sneakers that had gold laces and silver rubbers. Her hair was in a tight perfect french braid with a silver scrunchie. She did not look like someone who should be shooting off five to six arrows a moment with perfect accuracy, but there she was. She had enough ego these days to want to make herself look good. For her own gratification, anyway.

After a while there was a break in the fighting, a lull as the goblins pulled back, considering their losses. A chair appeared behind her, growing out of the ground she stood on. It was high backed, but without arms. She sat, crossing her legs at the knees, seeming unconcerned about the goblins. She rested her bow across her lap which might be a good moment to notice.. she had no quiver. She did suddenly have a bottle of water and she sipped from it, seeming amused as she watched the Goblins muttering and huddled.

I apologize for both of my disasters

[creepyoldguy]

"You know, you are supposed to wear your team colors. But, I respect the flagrant disregard for authority."

The demon was floating, munching popcorn, not too far beside her. He seemed entertained.

"Also, they're getting ready to attack from behind. I mention this because you dress like my bff."

Najaran - Culdcept - Spoilers for up to issue 4

[najaran]

Trekking -

Najaran was doing what she usually did on the train. She was hunting for food. The cars were all in a line and yet she always seemed to misplace the kitchen car. She was also at a loss, still not used to her empty hand, to the quiet that came from being alone in a way she hadn't since she'd been a small child. Unusually melancholy she drew out her deck of cards. Not as many as she usually had. "At least some of you are still with me," she whispered to the cards, unaware anyone else was there.


Team One -

She didn't seem like the sort of person who should be on the frontlines. She looked to be about fourteen or so, wearing an elaborate purple and gold dress, seeming to be armed only with a deck of odd looking cards. She was heading right for the frontlines, seemingly alone and unarmed, chin held high.

Peggy Carter | MCU | After Captain America: The First Avenger but before Agent Carter

[queenvictoria]

Trekking

Peggy had been warned about the swirling shapes in the Void, but she'd stupidly found herself staring out the windows all the same. The swirling shapes and colors had instantly triggered a nightmare of a headache that only seems to get worse the more she tries to treat it. Aspirin doesn't touch it, and the cup of strong tea next to her elbow is going cold.

She leans back against a seat in the dining car, a damp cloth over both eyes. Oh, if only they could see her now: the cool, unflappable Agent Carter, brought low by a sore head.

Relaxing

The rock garden is a pleasant surprise, as far as prison amenities go. Peggy still doesn't trust this place, but she finds herself wandering the paths all the same, enjoying the tranquility of it all. The train is so crowded; it can be hard to find solitude in the midst of all those people (especially the children).

She finds a bench and sits, opening her book. It's a tawdry and rather bizarre romance novel, but it had only been a few points at the train shop. Beggars can't be choosers.

Fifteen minutes in, she's regretting her purchase. She's finally made it to the first love scene and--good lord, that isn't how anatomy is supposed to work.

"Oh, for god's sake..."

Choose your own adventure!

Trekking

[luckybucky]

Bucky slides into the seat opposite her, setting his own mug down and letting out a quiet sigh. "You tried looking out the window, too?" he asks, keeping his voice low so as not to irritate her obvious headache. "Can I get you something?" Other than peace and quiet.

Loki | MCU AU

[bestbrotherever]

Void Trecking

[It's not wise. He's already gotten headaches from it before. And still Loki chooses to stand in front of the largest window and stare into the void, hands clenching into fists until he's finally forced to look away.]

Relaxing

[By Asgardian standards the rock garden is incredibly poor. Yet Loki does vaguely appreciate the attempt at peace, something that's rarely a feature of the types of gardens and recreation areas he grew up with. He's sitting on a bench, seemingly absorbed in a book. But of course he's surreptitiously keeping an eye on the area surrounding him, watching for anyone who might approach him. Or just anyone who might be watching him.]

Goblins Team One

[By all appearances, Loki isn't taking part in the battle. In fact he's nowhere to be seen at the battlefield. But appearances are deceiving, in more ways than one. Goblin commanders appear and rally groups to attack defenders- always the defenders who are best equipped to deal with them. Contradictory orders are shouted from nowhere, confusing the goblins within hearing distance. Every so often an apparent case of friendly fire leads to the goblins fighting amongst themselves.

[And the only evidence for who is behind all this chaos is momentary glimpses of green shimmering magic, strange knives in goblin bodies, and a low chuckle.]

Void Trecking

[thefiftypercent]

Thanos chuckles.

"Even a god cannot comprehend infinite, it seems," Thanos says bitingly.

He, of course, did not truly believe Loki was a god. Not in any real sense. Thanos did not truly believe in gods, as he was stronger than any so claimed deities, and he was just a man. A man born to a purpose, but a man nonetheless.

Thanos of Titan | MCU

[thefiftypercent]

Relaxing

Thanos found the garden car to be his favorite. A meditative place allowed him to exist in the only place he ever truly found solace: his thoughts.

So he thought, anyway. In truth, Thanos' head was a minefield of regret and guilt. Of a purpose created and unfulfilled. He would find no solace in this place, no matter how hard he tried.

Instead he set his powerful brain towards a task: designing a more perfect rock garden. He decided there was a mathematically perfect rock garden and that he would be the one to solve it. He set himself to picking up rocks and adjusting their positions - some of these rocks were enormous, but posed little hassle to Thanos's immense strength.


Goblin Town

Thanos has no interest in saving the villagers. The goblins pose no threat to Thanos - the first flying goblin is grabbed by the head, his skull crushed, the remains left upon the floor. No second goblin approaches, especially since he makes no move to defend their prey.

Instead, he takes a seat on a rock to watch the events unfold. He wonders who will triumph.

Re: Thanos of Titan | MCU

[memories_of_me]

Me had wandered in, looking for a place to be alone. But this car, like every other, seemed populated. Ugh. She considered just leaving, but the car she had just passed through... no. She was in no hurry to return there again. Besides, whoever or whatever this was he seemed focused and busy. If she was quiet perhaps he would remain unaware of her and she could have fifteen minutes of peace and solitude without someone being sure that she was in desperate need of their friendship. So she moved just enough to not be in the doorway, or easily visible to anyone entering and focused. Bending was perhaps a little harder here than it had been in Nautilus, but she had spent much of her time there practicing, and what she was creating now was familiar. A large backed chair with arms. She settled herself into it and drew a book from her bag. Hopefully she could finish reading what she had done at the battle of Agincourt. It had been some time since she revisited the memories of the hundred year war. It was high time to review what she knew.

Me, was not currently wearing the clothes that she had been given upon arrival, or rather that she had arrived in. That was a neat trick she was still trying to figure out. At the moment she was presuming that the train was rather like Nautilus, alive and possessing what it thought was a sense of humor.

Instead of thew simple garb she was dressed in a very deliberate style, one that was uniquely hers, though the 80s on Earth did have a voice in some of her choices. She blamed that what-if storm for her coming to like the aesthetic. Today's shoes were high tops in black with gold rubber and silver laces. She had one gold sock and one silver sock scunched down over the tops of the shoes. She wore leggings that seemed somehow darker than black, more like an absence or a void, and the black was speckled with small silver lights. Very slowly, one at a time, they would wink out, would die. In a very specific order known only to her. No one else had seen the stars these leggings represented die as she had. When all faded there would be a lingering moment of nothingness, before they would all fade back into being together and then resume vanishing once more.

Over the leggings was a black skirt with silver and gold pleats and two gold buttons keeping it closed over one hip. She wore a black silk blouse that seemed to be made of a shimmery sort of thread that lent a subtle iridescence to it. The buttons on the blouse were a swirl of gold and silver etched in black circles and swirls that were actually a somewhat dead language. The whole look was finished with a gold chain that vanished under her shirt, black swirls around her neck, and a tight neat french braid that ended in a scrunchie.

Cal Kestis - Star Wars: Fallen Order - OTA (Still icon hunting sorry!)

[notapprovedtrash]

[ Rock Garden ]

Finding a place to meditate for a bit wasn't too difficult. The rock garden offered a decent amount of serenity and Cal made due with what the train had to offer. It wasn't the best, but he was in no position to complain.

So, there's a red-haired Jedi, roughly nineteen years old, kneeling in a spot semi-central to the rock garden with his eyes closed. Blocking out as many distractions as he can and just focusing his mind. His lightsaber sat nearby, within grabbing distance, but he doesn't expect he'll need it.

He's very hopeful he won't. He just wants a few moments to relax and breathe/

If anyone does approach, the tiny Droid standing sentry nearby will alert him either with a series of beeps and trills or just flat out poking Cal in the ribs with his foot.

[Goblin Fight - Aftermath - Helping People Recover ]

The goblin fight wasn't done. But they all had an opportunity to tend to wounds, regroup. Rest and eat if they needed to. Cal wasn't good at sitting still when others needed help, so the Jedi will be moving from one injured person to the next. Cleaning and redressing injuries, making sure they're fed and taking their medication.

"Listen," he says to one particularly stubborn person. "I know the potion the villagers made tastes disgusting but just trust them when they say they'll help speed healing. Can you do that much?"

He's not going to push if they can't. He tried the potion, too, and almost threw up. It was terrible. But his injuries were almost faded. He wasn't going to have any scarring from it, and it was nice to be able to move without twinges.

"I'm living proof it works. I promise."

Give the guy a break, yeah?

Goblin Aftermath

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter just makes a face, shoving the potion away again. Not only does it taste bad but it smells bad it's not gonna do him any good if he just gags it all back up. Which he might. That stuff is seriously disgusting.

"I'm fine, dude. I have a healing factor-that potion probs doesn't work on me anyway and there's no way I can get that to stay down. Might as well not even bother." He says flatly, wincing a little as his bruised ribs protest his movements.

"I'm good."

Natasha Romanoff | MCU

[natashaalianovna]

Goblins

Natasha was looking forward to a fight. She always enjoyed getting physical but this had the added bonus of being able to protect the town people, the innocents. That was what she aimed for. Protection of innocents to wipe out the red in her ledger. As she parried with one of the Goblins she smiled. Yes, she might be stuck on a train but this was the sort of thing she lived for.

Void Trekking

Natasha was sitting in one of the quiet carriages, a book in her hand though she wasn't reading it. Instead, she found herself staring outside at the void as it raced pass them. She missed her team but the people on the train weren't too bad she supposed. She didn't plan on getting to close to them though, she didn't trust easily but she would be peaceful.

Wildcard

????

Void Trekking

[luckybucky]

He doesn't recognize Natasha, but he's learning to be a bit more outgoing on the train, cooped up with a small group of people. "You're going to get a headache," he warns as he approaches and stands next to her, looking out into the void. "It doesn't have any answers, anyway."

Amery Vallet | The Vostovic Cycle

[amery]

a - relaxing

The rock garden was a delightful edition to the train. It gave Amery the perfect place to settle in next to one of the fountains and read a good book. Or, as he sometimes enjoyed in secret, a trashy romance novel. Just so long as no one was looking, mind you.

While the rock garden wasn't quite as quiet as his room back in the Airmen, but it was without the impending interruption of a fight breaking out or the raid siren going off. He hoped. While he missed his home, there were some things he could live quite happily without.

b - team two

While he was a soldier, there were plenty of individuals around who could fight better than he could, so instead he made the decision to help the villagers. It was equally important, and he was able to ensure for himself that at least some of the innocents here were protected.

"Please, ma'am. Stay inside, lock your door," he said to a villager, hurrying by with some supplies to barricade another villager's windows.

c - wildcard

Come at me!

A is for AMERY

[luckybucky]

The first time Bucky had seen Amery, he'd done a double take. Then he'd hidden himself, watching Amery from afar and trying to figure out what exactly was going on. In the end, he'd figured exactly zero things out, so it was time for a more direct approach.

So, Bucky came to the garden car after Amery was settled into a bench and approaches him with only a small amount of trepidation. He clears his throat when he nears his face twin and waits for Amery to look up before he speaks. "Who the fuck are you?"

He is, as the kids say, Extremely Smooth.