voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 006

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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!

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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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Excuse you, did you just call him human? How dare you sir? The Doctor stops what he's doing, suddenly looking very offended, mostly because he is.

"Who said I was human? I'm not human, I'm a Timelord. Very different. How would you like if I called you human? I'm not even close to human." He mutters to himself like he'll never get over this slight. He pushes that aside for a moment and focuses on the question rather than the insult.

"Dunno yet, I'll know it when I see it."

Despite the continuing headache Loki has to chuckle at the man's indignant reaction to being called a human. That was something he could relate to, quite well. "My mistake. I have never heard of your kind, and you do quite resemble humans. Out of curiosity, how can you tell that I am not human? I am not, of course, but the signs are not particularly visible."

He shakes his head. "That is a very inefficient way to go about investigating."

"No, humans look Timelord. We were here first." He says indignantly as he rolls his eyes. The audacity of some people never ceases to amaze him. "Because, well, put simply-I listen. You said you thought humans understood common courtesy-most humans don't refer to other humans like that. They're fun but they can be a bit vain."

He glances around the room again, pulling out his sonic and running it over the windows. "Says you, I've been doing things this way for over a thousand years now."

Loki laughs. "That is a good line. I might have to use it the next time a mortal says we look human."

He decides not to comment on how the man realized he wasn't human. The answer was one he should have expected and was both a relief and disappointing. Whatever a Time Lord was, it seems they couldn't sense gods or innate magic.

"You have lived over a thousand years?" Loki raises a curious eyebrow. "How much longer do you expect to live? Are you a god yourself?"

"You ask a lot of personal questions." He states before straightening his-oh right. He doesn't have his bowtie. Too bad. "But yeah, I've lived longer than a thousand years-almost two thousand now-I think". Time travel-hard to keep it straight." He shrugs it off.

"And I don't know that-do you know how much longer you're going to live? I sure don't plan on dying. Not anytime soon, anyway. Too much to see still."

"I only wish to know as much as I can about my current traveling companions and allies," he replies smoothly. And it's true. Because today's ally could be tomorrow's enemy. "But if you find that rude, perhaps I could share some personal information about myself in exchange?"

He pauses before continuing, eyes narrowing slightly. "I know how long my kind usually live, with or without taking into account glorious charges into certain death. But the way you talk- does your kind not have a limited lifespan?"

"Not a bad plan, I'll give you that." The Doctor admits, secretly planning to do much the same. However, he isn't planning to ask everyone how old they are.

"Ah, now that is a complicated question." He claps his hands together, standing up a little straighter. "The short answer is no, not really. Timelords can do this unique thing called regenerating and basically-if I'm close to death, I can change every cell in my body. It's a lottery though-you never know what you're gonna look like next."

Loki raises his brows. "That is a form of shape-shifting I have never heard of. But you cannot choose your appearance, and it only happens near death- it sounds rather inconvenient. However, if it grants you immortality, perhaps the lack of choice is worth it."

He gives a little smile and spreads his hands. "I suppose I should introduce myself properly. I am Loki of Asgard."

"It is a bit inconvenient-I'll give you that." He nods, thinking about how regeneration can knock him flat for almost a full day. "Still, nothing a good cuppa won't fix."

He reaches out to shake hands with him, a small smile on his face as The Doctor is genuinely happy to meet anyone new. "Nice to meet you-disregarding the circumstances. I'm The Doctor."

"I should like to see it some day," he says with a friendly smile. "Though I hope without having to resort to murder."

Loki looks at the offered hand for a second, then grabs it in a warrior clasp. "Hardly the worst circumstances. The Doctor... a title or a name?"

"I don't! I only get so many cycles and then I'm done. Used to be, you could get more if you plead your case to the high council but well.. my home planet-Gallifrey sort of... burnt. So, I'm the last." He says nonchalantly

"My name, actually. D'you you're the first person I've met that asked if it was a name. Most people usually ask me 'of what' or the one that seems to be everyone's favorite- 'Doctor Who."

That immediately sobered Loki's mood. He had, after all, almost destroyed his own realm and people of birth, a decision he still had a lot of contradictory feelings on. It certainly wasn't something he could say as nonchalantly as this Doctor had. He suppressed the urge to shiver or draw away and put on a mask of neutrality.

"That is... unfortunate. But even though they are all gone, you still limit yourself by their decrees?"

"It's not as simple as all that but yes, I suppose you could say that. The Timelords were once a mighty race and that's how I choose to remember them." War did terrible things to people-especially the endless Time War.

"I had a friend once that stole a regeneration cycle-well actually, I think he might have done it a couple of times. He burnt through his-I think he was at eighteen last I saw him."

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