voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 006

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!

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"Oh ho ho... Well. You know what they say. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day!" More laughter. "But perhaps he did have some insight that the rest of us did not."

Alastor tilts his head, to a sound like a radio dial tuning, as he looks at the watch-like object. He holds up his hand and lets the sleeve of his jacket fall (he had long ago replaced the train's idea of "fashion" with his own clothing), revealing his own watch. "It clashes with all the red, don't you think?"

"The sun, though... now that's a heavenly body I haven't laid my eyes on in some time! What's wrong with the sun, exactly?"

There's a theme here and it's getting under his skin. Maybe it wouldn't quite so much had he actually not been at the bottom of the Atlantic throughout the early 20th century, he'd at least clearly recognize it, but all these little quirks are... not quite familiar.

And they're a bit agitating!!!

"Paint it." WITH BL- no. Don't do that. "Maybe they have other models available." After all, variety is the spice of life!

And he's seen some shit that suggests to him this place can do more than offer some interesting design changes.

Dio glances towards the window as if somehow expected the sun to actually be out there somewhere, but if it had been he'd be a pile of ash right now. Old habits die hard. And since they might still save him in the future..

"I have an allergy." TO THE SUN. "It's rather inconvenient. Hell doesn't have a sun?" And that tone right there, suggests Dio's judging whether or not actual hell is involved pretty damn hard!

Well that's too bad because once Alastor has decided someone is interesting, there's nothing to be done! He's like velcro.

"I'd rather get rid of it," he says, for the first time with something resembling disdain in his voice, though his smile never cracks. "I don't need this newfangled thing!"

".... to the sun? Ha ha!! Fascinating. As for the sun in hell, it's... well. There's a large orb that makes light?" Laughter. "But it doesn't resemble the sun as you know it."

"Let me know if anything interesting happens if you do."

Get rid of it, specifically. Dio has suspicions where those feelings of impending doom had been coming from and he's pretty sure it wasn't the sun shining down alone that encouraged him to get the hell on the train.

Getting rid of it could have spectacularly interesting results.

This person is very full of laughter. Or recorded laughter, or both which is somehow WORSE. "I haven't seen the sun in over a hundred years, it might have changed." He rubs his chin with one delicate sharp nail, frowning thoughtfully. No don't think about it too much! "A bright light in the sky that presumably isn't an artificial source will do. No great spotlights lurking in the firmament and so on. If it isn't the same, maybe it would be more tolerable."

He'd have to make a vampire and toss them out into the light to see what happens.

"Well, you see, it's black in color and casts mostly red light. Sometimes there's a pentagram on it, other times it's an eye! I suppose it depends on what mood the sun is in that day! Hahaha!"

But oh, at the sight of the claws and the mention of 'over a hundred years', Alastor's eyes light up dangerously, and he gets uncomfortably close to Dio, smile covering most of his face.

"A hundred years you say? That's quite a lifespan. And here I thought you were younger than I! Hahaha! I see, I see... my fine gentlemen, could it be you are... a vampire?"

"Interesting." That didn't quite sound like ultraviolet light as he knew it. In fact it sounded more infrared. He'd love to know a little more but somehow Alastor didn't really strike him as the sort to actually sit around studying infernal light sources.

And that's a lot more variety than he remembers the sun having!

Now, Dio does not like his space invaded. He likes his personal bubble to be well beyond three feet unless he's decided to make SOMEONE ELSE uncomfortable, and now someone's doing it to HIM and it's just NOT DONE. There is a brief twitch before he controls what is probably SUPREME annoyance. No. This isn't the time or place, and this ... person ... literally has glowing eyes, that's interesting.

"Yes." His brief smile puts sharp teeth on display - but he only has those long canines, unlike Alastor's dentition, which would make a coffee-stained shark proud. "It is a convenient way to get around ... ah, going to hell, perhaps. My intended destination is elsewhere. Though it leaves I, Dio, wondering what you are. I thought perhaps a Stand of some unknown foe..."

But no, there's something funkier than that going on.

Test Drive Meme 006

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I don't have a fang icon, god damn it