Test Drive Meme 007

[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!

Board Games

The game carriage is full of games. Every board game imaginable from silly party games to serious strategy games that last for hours. There are a disproportionate amount of games about trains.

Grab some friends, grab a game and some beanbags and get playing! Dive into a world of deck building or play a silly card game. A great way to alleviate boredom.

Happy Holidays

You have arrived in a place which might remind you of Victoria London if Victoria London had floating palaces and was ruled by wizards.

Their rule is strict and any kind of Winter celebration is banned. You have been called by a group of rebels to help with an underground celebration.

Team One

Distraction. Be out in the city, keep watch. If the guards get anywhere near the secret entrances distract them. Perhaps by being a lost tourist. Perhaps by causing mayhem. Make sure the organisers and party goers can arrive without a hitch.

Team Two

A party is not complete without food. The party is being held underground and there isn't much in the way of kitchens and do help bake in people's houses and smuggle the food across the city. Careful of guards.

Team Three

The venue needs decorating and the presents need wrapped. It might be an underground bunker but everyone is determined to make it the best festival ever, despite the risks. Help make it happen!

Party

Of course after all that hard work there is time to celebrate before you must board the train once more.

Eat drink and be merry!

Comments

Bran Corbie | Corax OC (Werewolf: The Apocalypse)

[justbecawsican]

Happy Holidays: Team One

Distraction?? That was his middle name. (Really, it was Daiki, but who was counting? Not Bran.) After the dissolution of his family, he'd never given holidays much thought, but that didn't mean he wouldn't encourage others.

That's why he was here, after all. He's perched atop a building, watching the people below pass. Most of them were approved individuals, those working on the celebration. They entered in sparse little bursts, doing their best to not draw undue attention. This whole thing was supposed to be secret! And hey, he loved secrets.

But when one of the guards got close and started looking around suspiciously, Bran knew he had to make a move. He cupped hands to his mouth and leaned over the edge of the building, carefully.

"SEYMOUR! The house is on fire!" he cried out in a little-old-lady voice, throwing his voice so that it sounded like it was coming from somewhere down the block. He couldn't do much in the way of olfactory illusions, but with any luck he might be able to pull off the sight of flames if he could make his way down there.

"Help! HEEEELP!" the voice of the old woman cried out again.



Party!

He mingled, he schmoozed--Bran could eat enough for a half a dozen guys, after the stuff he'd been doing, but he really was trying to behave himself. This meant not flirt too hard, not drink too much, and not eat the partygoers who'd worked so hard to achieve all this out of their own party.

Still, he kept towards the doors, too. Not because he really wanted to leave, but because if anyone decided to be an uninvited guest? He'd be there to get in their way.

Team 1

[littlepaperbird]

Paper had found himself on watch duty - he never should have mentioned he was always on alert - and had nestled himself atop a merchant stand, using his cloak of elvenkind to blend in with the stone he leaned against. He had used alter self to change his appearance to appear like a human should he be discovered, but at the moment all that could be spotted were a pair of eyes. Someone would have to be particularly perceptive to see them, but it was rare for people to look up on their day to day business. He had placed a clairvoyance sensor in a box in one of the alleys leading to the secret entrances so that he could keep an ear out there, but things were fine.

Up until a guard got too close and started to look about. Paper already started to slowly wave a talon to cast dominate person, but froze when he heard the sound of the little old lady voice. He glanced about and saw someone atop a building that looked as if he might be Bran. A smile formed on the illusion's face as Paper realized that Bran was likely throwing his voice to throw off the guards. Well, Paper could help with that.

He dropped down to the ground closer to the alley and let the cloak fall away so he was no longer hidden and walked down the street. He murmured something under his breath and waved one hand behind his back as it was hidden in his cloak and aimed a cast of hallucinatory terrain towards a random building. He carefully moderated the cast so that flames came to life rather than suddenly springing into existence. Hopefully that would be enough to capture the guard's attention. He didn't want to use phantasmal force on the poor guy, but it might be necessary if the terrain wasn't enough.

Paper turned away from the guard and hastily cast sending to Bran, a simple message: "Old lady. You? Can respond to this."

Will Stanton | The Dark is Rising

[signseeker]

Board Games:
Will can't help but laugh as he sees the rather wide collection of board games. The situation might have been alarming, and he still might be a little dizzy and disoriented from his brief glimpse out the window, but there was familiarity here.

And in familiarity there was often comfort.

He grins cheerfully as he starts sorting through the games. Perhaps among all the train games there was a jigsaw puzzle, or even a draughts set.

Team Three:
Will hums old carols softly as he carefully cuts out paper decorations to hang. He'd always liked this part of Christmas the best.

Party
Will wasn't really one for parties these days. But he did like knowing that everyone was enjoying themselves.

So he finds a quiet corner and he sits and watches everything going on, enjoying the atmosphere of merriment. And who knows, if there was music later on he might join in.

Team Three

[ekho]

After having been a nanny and now a schoolteacher, is it any wonder when Clara locates one easily in the group on decorating duty. She may or may not (spoilers: she was) have been bossing people around and telling them where to put some of the decorations or that the garland was hanging unevenly.

Eventually, she spots Will and gravitates towards him with a friendly smile on her face. More than that, Clara has a paper crown in hand and holds it out to him - it's green in color.

"Mind if I help?"

February | Original Character

[lostface]

Party

There's an 8 foot tall woman by the exit, made of solid stone. She wasn't really much of a participant in getting this shindig together, and so it feels like the least she can do is stand by one of the exits and put her size to good use. If the authorities show up, she should at least be able to provide some sort of obstacle for them.

She doesn't seem very confident or comfortable in this setting, however. February shifts awkwardly, holding a cup full of something bubbly that she's entirely incapable of consuming, before she actually works up the nerve to speak to one of her fellow passengers.

"...was it really wise to help with this? Surely these folk will face some sort of repercussions for this later."

She looks up at the partygoers. Sure, it seems like they're having a good time now. But if they're caught for this later, then all the Train had done for these people is cause them grief.


Void

February is staring out one of the windows. The myriad of lights and colors shine back at her broken face and refract through the amethyst crystals growing from her head.

Unfortunately, she doesn't actually have eyes. And the magic that allows her to perceive her surroundings doesn't let her discern light or color - so she can't actually see a damn thing.

"I wonder what it looks like," she mutters, mostly to herself.

Void

[littlepaperbird]

Paper's head turned at the muttering, noticing the stone woman. He blinked and seemed to considering something for a second - if she could cast magic maybe he could walk her through casting the scry spell. He realized that wouldn't work as it required some sort of medium such as a mirror or crystal ball in order to see, and, well, that was the issue to begin with.

Instead, he sat on the seat across from her and spoke, his voice a patchwork of many voices. "I can try to describe it to you, if you would like." After a moment's hesitation, he added: "If it is also alright with you, may I speak telepathically? It is easier, I have more words that way."

Naminé 💙 Kingdom Hearts

[really_sketchy]

Happy Holidays | Team 3

Naminé had pulled a blue hoodie over her usual white dress to combat the chilly wintry air. It wasn't so bad on the train but she felt the nip against her skin in this world. The hoodie was a little too big but it was soft and warm.

She wasn't great at acting as a distraction or trying to be stealthy but she was an artist and she could turn any canvas into something beautiful. This venue was her canvas and she was going to do everything she could do decorate it.

Naminé alternated between drawing on pieces of paper that can be used as wrapping and stringing pretty ribbons across the ceiling. She usually found herself balancing precariously on a chair or at the edge of a table as she fastened the ribbon to the wall. It would only take one slip for her to go tumbling to the ground.

Party

The air of the party was warm and inviting, bringing a little smile to Naminés lips as she inspected the familiar decorations, the room now packed with people hoping to enjoy the holidays. She didn't know what the holiday was but she welcomed any reason to celebrate and have fun.

Once things settled down she took a snack, found a corner seat and watched the laughter and joy that filled the area.

It was amazing. She loved seeing people smile and she helped bring those smiles.

Team 3

[littlepaperbird]

Paper had come in after a rather elaborate plot to chase the guards away from the entrance of this place, a little tuckered out. He dropped the illusion that changed his appearance to a person and it was not long before he came across the girl precariously balancing on the chair. He went and carefully gripped the chair so it was a little more stable, carefully making sure not to look up at her since she was wearing a dress. After she stepped down he took a step back and looked up to her.

"I can use magic to move chair. If you sit, you won't have to..." He didn't have the word balance, and he made a small chirp of frustration. "To..." He kind of stood on one leg and did the reaching motion she had done, mimicking it. He stopped and looked back up to her. "More safe."

[usernamesarecool]

{ Board Games: }

One of the Brightest minds in the multiverse-possibly the smartest person in his universe-he could be playing a strategy game like chess or risk but what is he playing? Hungry, Hungry hippos. He mashes the button viciously as his blue hippo tries to eat all the marbles.

"Ah! I have it now!" He declares triumphantly, clearly getting more entertainment out of this game than he really should.


{ Team 1. }

Of course The Doctor is going to be on distraction duty. He's very good at it. He'll wander over to some guards and just start talking to them like they're old friends of his. They get easily wrapped up in whatever he's saying. Or else he'll distract them with an exploding lamp post or sudden window shattering by way of his screwdriver which he keeps hidden discretely under his arm.


{ Party. }

Who invited him? He's out on the dance floor with all the kids teaching them the giraffe and all sorts of other awkward dance moves. At least they all seem to be having a blast.

"Come on kids! Now twirl!" He takes one by the hand does a very awkward washrag with them but the kids are laughing hard as they spin and twirl with the Doctor.

"That's it! You've got it!" He says happily, letting the kid go to twirl with the others. Anyone else want to dance?

Happy Holidays (I do what I want, Kinz)

[ekho]

The great thing about not actually being on the same team as the Doctor is that Clara knows him fairly well. So she trusts him to keep the guards distracted while she was bringing in the party supplies. As much as Clara liked to believe that she was a great cook past endeavors tell otherwise - such as her souffle making or turkey cooking.

Decorating for Christmas, however, now that's something she can do. Once again, she finds herself in Victorian times. Sort of. The floating palaces and wizards are a new aspect but still, a girl can fit a lot of decorations under those long Victorian dresses.

Things have properly been set up and are ready to go. So from behind the guards back, Clara motions for the Doctor to come on or he'll miss out!

Aoko Nakamori | Magic Kaito

[hateskid]

Board games!

Aoko's seated at a table with a board with a bunch of snakes and ladders drawn all over the board. She's frowning at the number she's spun and moves her piece only glower at the board more as her piece slides back three whole rows. Who convinced her to play this game? It sucks!


Decorating!

Aoko is a pro when it comes to decorating for parties! She might be a little short but that isn't gonna stop her from hanging banners and tinsel and you name it. She's stretching out as far as she can to tack in another garland in. Just a little more....

She bites down on her tongue, teetering a little precariously as she stays focused on her decorating.

Party!

Aoko loves parties. Especially winter themed parties! She's being a good little hostess and clearing away empty plates and glasses to keep the space tidy. Every now and again, she'll steal way to the snack table and find something munch on and then goes right back to tidying until someone comes up to either tell her to stop or just to talk.

decorating did you expect any other type of tag

[stealsyourheart]

Such a precarious position. Such a tempting target.

"Today the color is.... White! So pure!"

Here comes trouble~

Darth Vader | Star Wars

[heavybreathing]

Voidtrecking

The entire scenario is tedious. Every mission requires at least five arguments or petty squabbling from the train's so-called heroes before they fall into line, every platform is a parade of incompetence. The only reason he hasn't caused more damage than he already has is the presence of his son. Or rather, a version of his son, one whose presence in the Force blends too easily with his - but it's enough to... leash him. Removes the honed edge of his anger until it only cuts.

He should be making another attempt to rip his way through the guts of the train until it can no longer hold him. He should be taking hostages, killing until the mind behind this ill-advised rescue mission is forced to let him return or suffer unacceptable losses.

Instead, he is meditating, weaving his frustration around himself like a great, heavy cloak in intricate layers of fury and helplessness until the entire carriage is saturated in the Dark Side. It likely feels unpleasant for any of the sensitives on board, but he finds himself caring not at all for them.

Wildcard/Choose Your Own Adventure

[shutupnail]

He wasn't the only one on board the train that liked to meditate. Unfortunately for Piccolo the man--android?--in black had made it decidedly less comfortable on the train with his dark presence that lit up the area he was in like a giant black lightbulb hanging over the carriage of his choice. It was a little frustrating. The train was too small not to feel everyone's presence onboard but this dark energy was overwhelming when the man did this sort of thing.

Piccolo approached with a low growl in his throat. It wasn't a threat or anything, it was simply his frustration manifesting itself a bit like an annoyed cat that wasn't ready to actually strike. Yet.

"Do you really have to do that? Can't you keep it more to yourself than spread all over? It's a bit ridiculous, don't you think?" He wanted to say 'like throwing a tantrum' but he held that comment back for now.

Clara Oswald | Doctor Who

[ekho]

Trecking that Void

The last time Clara Oswald had been on a train hurtling through an endless void, there had been a mummy on board and it was killing people. It was supposed to be her last time going on an adventure with the Doctor but well giving it up was more difficult than she thought. So now here she is. On another train and here's hoping no one dies this time.

She's taking up space in the Quiet Coach, with a hot cup of tea in hand as she looked out the window. So it's not the best view but Clara does look away every now and then to prevent herself from getting a headache or seeing odd shapes in the shifting colors.

"Rather pretty to look at, provided you don't look for too long." Quiet idle commentary to anyone hanging around.

Happy Holidays: Team Three

Clara is staying far away from actually having to cook for the secret, rebel celebration. One day she'll successfully make a soufflé and unfortunately, she doesn't have the TARDIS to help her cook a turkey so decorations it is! At least this is something Clara can do really well. There's no hesitation from this woman to climb up ladders in order to hang things up high.

It has to be perfect. So when she saw some of the garland hanging crooked, Clara reached out to tap the nearest person on the shoulder.

"Hold the ladder for me, will you?" This five-foot-two individual has just enlisted help.

Party!

After all that she's done to help get this celebration going, Clara is absolutely going to be enjoying the party. There will be no hesitation to grab someone to dance with her - male, female, alien species - doesn't matter who.

"Now this is a Winter Celebration!" She's all smiles and laughter.

Team Three

[justbecawsican]

He looked down, blinked, nodded, and gave the much shorter Clara a grin. "Sure thing!" If she wanted to adjust them herself, he'd help, and not just do all the adjusting for her.

He was 6'3, he could, but Bran also knew that was a freaking insult, and he wasn't really inclined to be insulting to anyone unless they earned that big ol' target on their tush. She had not. So he'd be a gentleman.

As much as he could, that was.

"Couple spaces look kind of bare, too. You want someone to point where they are? We could fill them in?" Really, Bran was perfectly willing to be shanghaied into helping. It alleviated the boredom.

Padmé Amidala | Star Wars

[democratically]

[Void Trecking]
Space travel isn't unfamiliar to Padmé, but this manner? This is. She has explored the train a little, up and down the hallways, but has come now to take a seat. There is a focused look on her face, eyes trained out in to the expanse beyond, as if it will tell her something. She may well be staring out the window for some time, the sight both familiar, and yet not, before she does finally break away. She blinks, several moment, forehead furrowed, before leaning back.

Perhaps you are passing by, perhaps you have seated yourself nearby when she was lost in the void, but she offers a polite smile. "It's a bit hypnotizing, isn't it?"

[Garden]
Greenspace. Padmé has always loved greenscape. Coruscant had had a few such places, but it was nothing at all like Naboo. Rich green rolling grasses. Crystal clear blue lakes. A temperate atmosphere, it is an idealic place. The garden here... is different. It is pretty, in it's own way, but not at all like her homeworld. Still, she does find herself sitting there, eyes half closed, listening to the bubbling music of the water.

If another does arrive, and doesn't give off the impression of wanting to be left alone, Padmé gives a nod. "Not exactly the garden I might have expected... But no doubt it would be hard to have large trees, or even acres of sprawling fields or waterfalls."

[Happy Holidays ; Team Two]
Padmé might look a little different than usual, although that is because of the bag of goods that are hidden beneath her cape. She does do a good job at hiding it, and as she rounds a corner, she slides up to the person there. Padmé has always been someone to help others, and even in this completely foreign place, that desire to aid doesn't change. "Have the guards passed yet, or do I need to wait?"

Garden

[lostface]

"No, I imagine not."

The voice that comes in response is soft, but the body it comes from is not. February is an 8 foot tall woman made of stone, with amethyst crystals sprouting out of her broken face.

"I think I like it, though. It is... peaceful, in a way that many places on this vessel are not."

Amilyn Holdo | Star Wars

[lightsped]

{ Garden }

If there's one thing about Amilyn, it's that she doesn't care to be idle. There are perks to being on the train (she's not dead, for one)- but even she only has so much patience. She stared outside the window for longer than was advised, and has now made her way to the garden area in the hopes of finding enough peace to meditate. The simplicity of the rock garden helps- especially with the fountain.

Unless spoken to directly, it's very unlikely that she'll even notice someone else in the carriage.


{ Happy Holidays: Team Three }

Amilyn could have easily been on any of the teams- but in times of uncertainty, putting her creative skills to use were more reliable than her love for near death experiences. She can be found quietly wrapping presents in one of the corners while keeping a watchful eye on the rest of the bunker within eyesight.

"That corner is looking lonely," she advises no one in particular, with a soft, commanding tone. If they want the bunker to look its best, it might be in their best interest to take her advice.

{ Party }

She's in no mood to party- despite her efforts to help the rebels, it only makes her think more of the group back home. If she's alive, she needs to be helping them.... Not partying in some strange galaxy with a group of people that wanted to celebrate their Winter Fete. Christmas.

There were all sorts of acts of rebellion, however, and who was she to say that this was no more important than any other forms? Amilyn watches the party around her, a vague sort of amused look on her face as she sips her drink.

{ Wildcard }

[ have at it, bring your own prompt or whatever you want! ]

Team Three

[faithfulson]

Luke... was an abysmal decorator. Sure, all academy trainees took an etiquette class, but that was a far cry from an interior decorator class. He could manage a dance without stepping on toes, but that was about it. What he could do was take orders and follow through on them, and he was happy to do that with the team at the moment.

He couldn't help but feel a little concerned about one of the older women of their group, though. On the train she seemed... distant, like part of her was still back at home. Here it seemed a little worse, and he hesitated a moment, before carefully approaching her.

"Is... there anything you'd like me to put in that corner, ma'am?" he asked.

Naruto Uzumaki | Naruto: Shippuden

[thinhammer]

01: void trecking
[ The most important thing to learn about Naruto - that most will learn very fast - is that he does not like being told what he can and cannot do. That said, if told he shouldn't stare out the window and given no real cemented reason why not and with honestly not much else to do at this current moment, passersby will find him outright glaring out of that window with a look on his face of childish determination. If aforementioned passersby get close, they might hear him muttering.. though "close" is relative, because nothing about Naruto's voice is ever quiet. ]

Yeah I know, dumb fox, I got it. Just let me do it, y'know. [ A little pause, then he curses some garbled and probably situationally incorrect curse word and slaps a hand on his forehead. ] If ya'd stop distractin' me I'd be able to get it down! You're givin' me a headache!!

[ No-one would blame you for leaving the crazy kid to talk to himself out the window, you're completely within your rights to just walk on by. ]

02: board games, more like bored games.... ha ha HA!
[ Naruto is something of a self-proclaimed expert at go fish. One, because it's the only game he knows how to play and two, because he's played it a lot over the years to stave off the kind of loneliness only orphans hated by their entire village know about. The downside to this is that Naruto has only ever played with clones of himself, who share his knowledge and therefore are ridiculously easy to beat.. in a world where people introduce varying levels of intelligence (all presumably higher than Naruto's) Naruto considers his boat well and truly rocked.

So as far as he's concerned, drastic times call for drastic measures. He makes a show of pausing the game as he needs to take a shit - yes, his words, those words come from his mouth - and when he returns he's in oddly high spirits to say he's facing a devastating loss. Little does his partner know (he's assuming, but let's be real, he's not the sneakiest guy in the world.. for a ninja) he's summoned a clone of himself to circle around the back of his Go Fish Enemy to peer at their cards and mime the cards he should ask for next in order to steal the win back.

For all his experience he should know that this still won't secure him a win because the game Does Not Work Like That, but did I also mention he haaaates losing?

Are you the person he's playing against, or are you someone walking by and witnessing this dirty cheat in action? Idk man you're the roleplayer. ]

03: team three
[ Naruto can be found in an assortment of places this time. For a time he's kneeling next to someone doing their own bit of wrapping, watching with glassy eyes as one might to a literal fucking wizard doing some unbelievable feat of magic, his brain practically spitting smoke from how little he can believe what is happening before his eyes. ]

No no, wait a second, go back a bit, y'know! Go back to the bit where ya folded the sides in, I'm still not gettin' it!

[ Or maybe you find him while he's giving it a go for himself! The first few attempts see him tearing great big rips into the paper as he brings it around to cover the box, and in the attempts after that he manages to stick his fingers together with tape, wrap a present perfectly only with the paper the wrong way round, and also to tie his finger into the bow on the top so tightly he has to wreck his hard work in order to release himself.

Alternatively later on, when he's given up on present wrapping for the sheer waste of time that it is, he can be found walking on the ceiling as nonchalantly as if he were strolling down the street, hanging a paper garland (that someone else made, don't worry) from a few supports. When he sees you looking up, he'll crow at you: ] Hey! Throw me another while I'm up here, will ya?

04: party wildcard????
hit me with your beeest shoooot

1

[onehandsomeslickninja]

Hey, quit staring into the crazy void!

[To chide a ninja, send a ninja, or something. Edge sidles on up to stick a hand out and block his view. He's legitimately concerned the kid is having some sort of hallucination or psychotic break or something like that, even if such concern doesn't have a prayer of coming out in his attitude.]

Misa | Star Wars OC

[sensitiveapple]

Void Trekking

Misa hasn't been on a ship since she was four nd she doesn't like it. She likes living on terra firma. She likes having her feet be solid on the ground. She tries to avoid looking out the window, but the tiny thirteen year old has only found that cramming herself on the ground, between the seats is the way to avoid the immense expanse outside the windows.

If you come upon her, she's small for her age, and dressed in clothes and make up far too old for her. But, she'll talk. Once she stops reaching for her knife.

"Can I help you?" She asks.

Team One

She'd been told that looking as young as she does, no one will hesitate to find her a guard if she starts crying. So, she keeps watch and whenever a guard ventures too close, she bawls her eyes out. Crying on command? A good skill to have.

Team Two

Misa is hopeless in the kitchen, but she knows how to take orders! And she'll happily bustle around with someone who knows what they're doing. She's only a fan of tarts, so baked goods are safe with her!

Team Three

She assumes that this is like Life Day, back home. So, she goes with it, adding sophisticated touches here and there, as well as childish whimsical ones. She's hopeless at wrapping presents, but she'll try!

Party

Misa walks around, as a hostess. She's making sure that everyone is happy, and is well fed and watered. She even helps coordinate the guards. It's almost like she's in her element!

Wild Card

She's from after the fall of the Empire, but before the rise of the Order, so. She knows her Galactic history, but most of y'all are strange to her. CW For her life, though.

Void-Trecking!

[notapprovedtrash]

Cal Kestis was following his nose. Rather, he was following the Force. It was guiding him somewhere, leading him to something important. Or in this case, someone. There, in one of the viewing carriages, a kid. Despite the make-up and clothes, he could recognize a kid anywhere. He spent years as a Padawan on a ship above Bracca and while it's been years since then, he knows a kid when he sees one.

And this one was important to the Force. So, Cal did what he'd expect adults to do for him, what adults have done for him to get him to open up; he went back to the kitchen to get some food.

Evie'd made something out of leftover roast chicken. A salad of sorts that Cal kinda liked, so he'd grabbed some of that and some crackers and sliced cheese. Two bottles of soda were nabbed, too, all while his droid BD-1 watched the girl carefully, making sure to report to Cal should she decide to go anywhere else. Tucking a couple apples in with the mix of food, Cal made his way back to the girl.

And if he could hold up his hands in some manner of 'I'm harmless, I swear' gesture? He would. Instead, he kept his naturally even and calm voice...well...as it was.

"I just wanted to see if you were hungry. Lunch ended about half an hour ago, and I didn't remember seeing you there, so I thought I'd see if you needed anything. Evie's a really good cook. Better than anything I've had before here. But then, I have food stalls on Bracca to compare it to, so I don't know if that's really saying anything."

That's the best the twenty year old Jedi has, kiddo. Please give the guy a break. BD-1 is peeking over his shoulder cautiously, watching the girl with the knife but staying pretty silent for a normally chatty droid.

Happy Hogan | MCU | Post FFH

[misterhappy]

Happy Holidays: Team Three

Happy Hogan, by no means a small man, at least not by his worlds standards, but that didn't seem to bother him as he hunched his shoulders to keep from hitting his head on the bunker ceiling. He was in his element though, dealing with one of Tony's outrageous plans, which this time wasn't so outrageous, in fact, it was a damn good thing and it made Happy... well, Happy...

Just don't go spreading it around.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter’s working with a bunch of kids and teaching them how to make paper snowflakes and banners. Or at least that’s what he was doing. He might have gotten a little side tracked and moved on to playing tag with the kids. He’s on decorating committee but he was specifically tasked with keeping the kids busy which he thinks he’s doing a great job of.

Peter races by Happy, almost colliding with the man as he moves to keep away from the kid that’s “it”

“Whoops! Sorry Happy!” He says as he passes by.

Korg the Kronan | MCU

[perishablerock]

Board Games

"I'm unsure about the structural integrity of a train that runs on clouds," Korg objected. Structural integrit was very important in Kronan culture. It came from the unique engineering challenges of designing infrastructure for man sized creatures that weighed half of a ton. The fact that this was a children's game called 'Cloud Train' was largely lost on him.

"Is this a planet where the clouds are actually rocks? I think I'd like to see that planet."

Team 3

Korg has volunteered for giftwrapping. He is more dexterous than you would expect, the result of which is still so very, very terrible. Each gift he goes through takes twice as long and ends up looking like a gift that was ran through a sandblaster, with haphazard layers of scotch tape heavily and unevenly applied on top.

Korg is quick to point out how shoddy the job is. "I think this one looks like The Grand Master, don't you think? If you squint and maybe had a concussion."

Party

Korg has never been good at parties. No one ever invited him to them, and the one time he made his own party, only his brother in law showed up, and that was only to ask for money. Korg was still sore about that five dollars.

Brrrrrrrrr! He blew on the party favor thing that rolls out when you blow on it. What is that thing called? Some kind of party snake? A twizzler? Worm flute, perhaps. Oh, there's someone, let's try to make conversation!

"The worm flutes are very pleasing," he said, satisfied with his approach.

Party!

[luckybucky]

Bucky did not expect to end up at a party, but he was expecting a giant rock to come talk to him even less than that. He looks up, and up, until he finds Korg's face. "Worm flutes?" he asks, and even cracks a little smile when he realizes what Korg is referring to. "Is that what those are called?" He doesn't think so, but he can't remember the real name, either.

Captain Jack Harkness l Torchwood l

[captainspain]

Team Two

Jack hummed quietly as he moved along. Part of him didn't feel right taking food from people who needed it, but when he couldn't find someone to ask for a donation, he took a bit and left a small gift in it's place, either a wooden toy or a small treat. He was amused at the idea of playing Santa, but as an old friend of his had said. "Bringing hope in the midst of darkness was the best gift of all."

I meant to get this days ago but work drained me and so I could only stare longingly

[usernamesarecool]

The Doctor's main focus is distraction-which he is very good at sense he cause the street lamps to explode every now and again with this sonic screw driver.

He happens across the Captain in the middle of one of the runs, the Doctor having just sent a guard in the opposite direction.

"How's coming?" He asks, leaning against a wall. "Need a hand?" He smirks, there's a bit of a double meaning in those words.

Lan Sizhui | The Untamed

[lansizhui]

Board Games

Sizhui looks innocent enough - how could he possibly be a fierce competitor? Yet opponent after opponent leaves the compartment he occupies with their head hanging rather low. He, meanwhile, is quietly setting up the board, gathering fallen pieces and making sure everything is neat and tidy for his next match.

What better way to pass some time in a void? It's better than worrying excessively, surely.

Happy Holidays: Team One

Underneath his proper bearing mischief lies. Sizhui puts those skills to use, tricking the guards by pretending to be sick or raving on and on about... He isn't even sure what. But it works and when the guards leave him to his insanity - how kind of them, really - he gives a tiny smirk. Father can't say he learned nothing from him, though just thinking about him leaves his heart aching.

Party

He will relax during the festivities, enjoying a drink or two. Sizhui isn't loud - unless there is a reason to be - so expect him to sit on the sidelines, smiling at those around him. Care to share a drink with him? Or you could sit down for a nice chat.

Wildcard

{Open! If you have an idea and want to contact me, I can be reached at tiger_eyes or through DMs.}

Board Games

[marriedanidiot]

"What game are you playing, youngling?"

[luckybucky]

Board Games
Bucky is seated at a table, alone, with cards spread out in front of him, minding his own business and playing a game of solitaire. Thing is, he can't quite remember the rules, so he's making it up as he goes. It's some sort of cross between golf and spider solitaire, and he's not applying the rules uniformly. He could probably use some help.

Team One
It's easy enough to keep guards distracted when you're as good of an aim with a snowball as Bucky is. He packs another ball into his metal hand, making sure it's hard and heavy before lobbing it in a high arc. He hits a guard on the other side of the courtyard, and slinks down behind a horse drawn cart as the guards search around on the wrong side of the courtyard for the source of the festive attack. They don't even realize it could've come from somewhere so far away, and no one seems willing to clue them in.

Team Three
He doesn't remember a lot of Christmases, but he finds the task of stringing popcorn to be oddly nostalgic. He's even allowed someone to put a Santa hat on his head as he works, a candle at his side to give him a little extra light when he needs it for a particularly difficult kernel.

He curses under his breath when he accidentally crushes it, and starts in on the next one.

Party
This is not what Bucky signed up for, but here he is, hiding out behind the food table, pretending like it's his job to dole out the punch or something. He still has the Santa hat on, and a candy cane tucked behind one ear, lest someone accuse him of not being festive enough, just because he doesn't want to dance.

Board Games

[amery]

"That," Amery said, pulling out the chair opposite from Bucky and settling himself in, "Is not how one plays solitaire." He wasn't even going to touch on how similar they looked; perhaps he was waiting for Bucky to say something about it first, to gauge his reaction.

Poe Dameron l Star Wars l Happy Holiday: Team One

[bb8sdaddy]

Poe leaned against a wall keeping an eye on the street. He looks like a roustabout looking for trouble and that's the image he wants to project. The more attention the guards pay to him the less they'll pay to the door he has his back against. It's a risky move but one Poe has pulled more times than he can count, but he wants to help these rebels bring joy to their people. He's been where they are and knows how much hope matters to people who don't have any.

Re: Poe Dameron l Star Wars l Happy Holiday: Team One

[notapprovedtrash]

While Poe does his thing, Cal is on a low wall nearby, his droid seated on his shoulder. BD is also keeping watch. Cal has explained to him the importance of this party and how they needed to keep the guards busy and away from the party, or the people inside would get in trouble. And BD took all that to his droid heart. Protect the people. Got it.

Turning to look at Poe, he asks a simple question.

“This is a terrible thing for me to ask, but how easy do you think it would be to make a couple guards get into a fight with each other? I mean, it’d probably be enough to give people more time. Right?”


It’s only a terrible question because Jedis were supposed to be peacekeepers. But Cal thought it was the best they had for now.

pharaoh atem • yu-gi-oh! dm

[puzzlingly]

( void trecking. )

「 Anyone else could have probably gotten bored of the scenery already, but when you've never, ever seen anything of the sort before, it's hard not to get impressed by the speed and the colors and the brightness! Atem quickly loses his decorum, literally ending up leaning his face on one of the many windows just to look at everything out there (not that there is much to see, really) hopefully he won't get too dizzy after he finally gets bored. 」

( board games. )

Did he die and went to the Duat? He's not sure where to even begin! There are boxes of what he was told were games, he's sure he could recognize a few, but many, he's never seen them in his whole life! But that's not new. While not quite ignoring everything that's there, he seems a little more busy on trying to find a particular game.

"Hey, have you seen a board of senet around?" He asks the first person that he comes across. There must be on, right?

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin is walking down the aisle of the carriage when he halts in surprise as he spots a familiar head of wildly spiky hair, colored black and maroon with copious blonde bangs. This person is leaning his forehead against the glass, so Curufin can't see his face. . . but it must be. . . who else could it be??? ]

Atem! How did you get here?

Jacen Solo • Star Wars EU

[soloflight]

A. void trecking

Well, Jacen's definitely staring out the window, looking as though entranced by the swirling colors — but he's actually lost in thought, thinking back to the family he's left behind in Force knows where. He can still feel his twin sister through their bond, though barely, their connection muddled and muted; his mother even less so. How are they all faring without him, he wonders?

He could almost see Anakin's face in the void, too. What do you want, little brother?

B. board games

HOLY KRIFF THE WOODEN BLOCKS ARE FALLING—

Oops, false alarm. Not yet. The train just seems to have vibrated a little too much and threatened to topple the entire Jenga tower over, but it seems to have straightened itself just fine. Or... does the Jedi have something to do with it? Jacen's especially good at telekinesis, among other things...

C. party

"Wanna hear a joke?"

Look, it's a party, and no party is complete without socializing and chatting up people. Of course, Jacen thinks it's a good idea to start with a joke to break the ice, and he doesn't seem to get the hint that his jokes are so... lame.

D. wildcard

[ bring your own shenanigans or PM me at notanybunny to plot! ♥ ]

B

[blueberryprincess]

Evie almost makes an attempt to keep the blocks upright when they start to fall. It’s not so much a grab. Her hands are kept open and flat, trying to keep the blocks straight. But they seem to handle themselves. Evie is no dummy, though, and she gives Jacen a small smile.

“Good catch. Your turn.”

This wasn’t a game they had in Auradon. She was enjoying it. She needed to visit the game car more often.

Nita Callahan | Young Wizards | The Wake CRAU welcome!

[unfavorableinstigation]

Void Trecking

Despite what it looked like, Nita was actually meditating; trying to get a grasp for the train's intent, how it felt about its journey - or else word from the Powers, or wizards scattered on other worlds.

Whether you're just passing by or are standing staring with her, her intent can be felt...

But maybe she could take a break.

hi have a paper but i don't have icons for him i'm sorry

[littlepaperbird]

Eventually Paper would find Nita and her meditation. Rather than directly disturb her, he sat down next to her and mimicked what she was doing. He wasn't looking for the train's intent like she was and he maybe fidgeted a little, but it was kinda fun to pretend. He would have a smile on his face and look cheery as he sat there moderately still.

Wen Qing | The Untamed

[radishlobbyist]

Board games

In truth, it's frivolous to waste time on play and games when you could be working instead but right now with the train traveling and the medical car scrubbed clean, there isn't much left to do.

Thus, Wen Qing can be found in the games car, poking around at the various boxes with board games about trains, none of which she has seen before - no surprise since she had never seen a train before ending up on this one.

"Excuse me. Do you know where they keep the dice?"


Happy Holidays, Team One

She had wanted to be on the kitchen team, actually, but knowing nothing about the food in Victorian London, she had ended up on the distraction team. Feeling very uncomfortable in her new clothing, she wanders around, feeling too exposed in trying to catch the attention of the guards as a clueless tourist in need of help. Lately, avoiding guards has been very important to her survival, after all.

Peering over the edge of her map, she frowns when she catches sight of a patrol moving to turn into the street that houses the secret entrance. She nudges her partner with a sharp elbow jab, and nods towards the two guardsmen.

Holidays Team One!

[enthunder]

Having also been kicked out onto the distraction team the first time she opened her mouth and asked where the microwave was in a kitchen full of Victorian maids, Lightning has been dividing her time between frowning up at the nearest wizards' spire and watching the other side of the street.

So, naturally, she's not looking in the right direction when Wen Qing elbows her.

"Wh-- Oh," her eyes narrow at the guards. They haven't planned anything to deal with this yet, have they? She thinks fast, but she's not that much of a strategist and perhaps the plan she decides on is a bit... straightforward. "Right. Punch me."

Oh the fun, the holidays, the PURE UNBRIDLED RAGE (voidtrecker prompt) Jak/Dark Jak/ Jak 3

[darklighthero]

The holidays were not fun for one eco-warrior. He'd just arrived inside the train at the worstpossible moment in his life. For a tinsy second, he held his newly found father in his hands, before he got the change to mourn his loss, Veger rubbed the salt in his wound.

To make things worse, he stood in the moving train just shaking angrily. Nothing like death to make this man's day that much worse.

Jak's voice rumbled "VEGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGER!" as he squeezed his fist and eco lightning rippled through his hands. Anyone close would know to run or hope to run espescially if you knew Count Veger or even looked like the guy.

Noah | Pure Blood

[windbeneathmywings]

[ Void Trecking ]

You might notice a very distressed blond having a bit of a scuffle with a bit of the personel on board - in fact, it might actually be very difficult not to notice him. He is definitely panicking. He has no idea how he got here, where he's going, or who's in charge. He can't sense Leon, Ren, Ran, or even Lindsay. And he'll be damned if he's not going to get some answers out of someone.

"You don't understand - I have to get back to my family!"

It... doesn't seem to be going well for him, unfortunately. The staff don't seem to be much for giving any answers, or letting him see the conductor. An aggressive charge towards the conductor's door is met with Noah being knocked back to the floor with a very loud:

"Oof!"

This is ridiculous and just completely unfair! He's used to being an easy target, but he's never been so far from Leon. What's he supposed to do now? What if he loses control of his powers?

His eyes widen in terror.

Oh, no! What if he does lose control of his powers? Leon is the only one who has been able to calm him down in the moments he loses himself. Oh, no. Oh, no, ohno ohno.

If you happen to pass by, he might glance up at you with the most helpless of looks. Please, can't you do anything to help him?


[ Holidays - Team Three ]

So, Noah is definitely not having a good time. Not having a way home is a massive stressor on him right now.

But that doesn't mean he can't help out when called on. Maybe he can get something out of it, be it money, information, or otherwise?

He sits with his legs folded into a pretzel, wrapping gifts in front of him. The pile behind him looks very elegantly wrapped. But his hands tells a different story. Someone is getting paper cuts. He looks very distracted while wrapping, and bandages cover a few cuts on his hands. He's trying.

Another paper cut, he fusses a bit. Something about the frustrations of being stuck in another world, or something. He glances around for another bandage.


[ Party ]

Well, a job well done means a well-earned rest, right? He's definitely helped all he could. Despite his dismay, he knows he can't achieve anything on an empty stomach and no rest. He might as well try to enjoy himself.

And try he does.

It's nice to be able to enjoy some good food and drink. So he finds it a little easier to relax than he was anticipating. He actually manages to glance a smile at other party-goers, raises his glass in a 'cheers' motion with bandaid-covered hands, and even asks how you're enjoying the party.

Maybe you could help him figure out how to play a festive game? He's definitely eyeing a few of them curiously.

Holidays, Team Three

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin is surprised to find himself in yet another world, and knowing everything he needs to know about the mission. Mission? The mission is to evade the authorities in this peculiar Victorian London scenario in which winter celebrations are banned and people have to gather sneakily if they're going to celebrate. The rebels have given him the location of an underground bunker where they are preparing their forbidden celebration and asked him for his help.

He slips through the streets amongst the floating buildings and keeps his mind tuned to possible intruders, since this is a world of wizardry, and wizards in any world are often strong telepaths. He doesn't want to get arrested on his way to the bunker.

He slides between two ornate brick buildings set close together and on the ground, and finds a doorway in one of the walls. He knocks quietly and is let in. He goes down a couple of flights of stairs and comes out into a basement room in which the walls are hung with garlands of holly and ivy, and these are festooned with velvet bows of many colors. On a long table, there are many gifts and much wrapping paper and ribbon, and paper and scissors for making gift tags He sits down beside a blonde man who seems to be competing with others to get the most presents wrapped, but who is fussing quietly over his hands. Several of his fingers are bandaged already, so he must have run out of the bandages.

"Hello?" he greets the man. "I know where the bandaids are. Shall I go and get some more?"