voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 007

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Test Drive Meme 007

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!

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Even for a girl who loved the adventure, the danger and mystery of her travels with the Doctor, a bit of peace and quiet could be quite the rare find. It's why she came here every-once-in-a-while before she was dragged into another crazy situation.

While alien creatures and even technologically advanced robots or droids or androids aren't a new experience for Clara, she does curiously look at the thing on the male's shoulder.

When the other takes a minute to respond, she merely smiles softly. "Good book?" From where she's sitting, there's no way she can read the title. "I'm attempting to get up to ten minutes before I start feeling that way."

Her eyebrows go up in surprise when the male tenses up with just a small shoulder tap. Someday Clara might ask about that but standing in the middle of a crowd of strangers was not the right time. For now, she merely watches Bucky set the ladder up where it needs to go.

"Don't worry, I've had plenty of experience climbing ladders. A side-effect of being vertically challenged." Her voice is light and playful even as she climbs the ladder with ease. Seems she's telling the truth about being used to it.

That food has to be handed off to someone and seeing as how they both know the Doctor, plus are current residents of the train Clara has been helping him smuggle food passed the guards and to the celebration.

When she happened upon him this time, she greeted him with a grin. "Playing Santa Claus, are you?"

Jack smiled. He liked Clara. Not only did they share an experience that few did, but her sassy spirit reminded him of a certain Welshman he had yet to forget. "It's not right to take without asking from people who don't have that much anyway," he said, "at least this way it's trade and not stealing."

BD1 hops off of Cal's shoulder and takes a couple steps towards her, before stopping and turning to look at Cal, tilting his head some as he beeps questioningly.

"It's fine, BD. Go say hi." Another glance from BD towards Clara first and then towards Cal before BD scurries over to Clara and stops at her feet, looking up at her and trilling happily.

Cal looks at his book and nods, holding it up to show her the cover. "This doesn't exist in my universe. The cover looked interesting, so I picked it up and haven't really put it down since."

But for now, he will, so he puts a nearby bookmark in the book and sets it in his rucksack for now.

"I'm Cal. Cal Kestis."

Clara enjoyed getting to meet the people in the Doctor's life - past, present, and future. Even if she managed to see the Doctor over the course of his entire existence, she doesn't always remember all of it. Probably best that way considering every version of her died. Jack was fun to hang out with too.

"Shame we can't give them more and be proper Santas to them. Though with the way things are around here, gifts magically appearing might get them into trouble."

How cute. Definitely an improvement from Cybermen who wanted to upgrade the human race.

She can't help but grin when the droid scampers over to her feet. Clara leans over and holds out a hand so BD can climb on itself. "Hello BD, pleasure to meet you."

When the male holds up his book to show off the Harry Potter book, she's not nearly as surprised as she could be. It's not her first experience with an alternate universe. "It's a really good series. The third book is my favorite."

A nod of her head in greeting. "I'm Clara Oswald. Where are you from, Cal?"

BD one looks down at the offered hand, his head tilting some in curiosity. Crouching slightly, the small bipedal droid wiggles some like he's going to pounce and then!

He very tentatively reaches up to tap her hand with his foot, watching for signs that this might be a Bad Thing. He steps into her hand lightly and looks up at her, beeping and whistling again.

"He says he appreciates you being friendly. Some of the people here are a little too curious about him."

The elves. The elves want to take him apart and figure out what makes him tick. He's not cool with it.

"A planet called Bracca. Not many people here have it in their universe, so I'm not going to be upset if you don't know where it is."

"It's a risk I'm willing to take," Jack replied with a shake of his head. He hated seeing innocent people suffer because those in power decided they deserved it. "It's the holidays and fun is for all not a select few." As if to say screw you to those in charge, Jack pulls another hand made toy out of his pocket and drops it into the compartment. He can take any punishment dished out anyway if he gets caught and he'd do so happily just to see someone smile.

While the droid does its adorable little wiggle (kind of like a cat), Clara can't help but smile at the act. Sadly, it doesn't jump but she keeps smiling when he tests the waters first - so to speak.

When BD is finally in hand, she lifts it up to the seat so it can either sit next to her or her leg is right there. Clara doesn't intend to hold onto him. It's clear to her that the droid has some sentience.

"Don't worry, you're safe with me. So if those people ever give you trouble, you can always call me for help."

So she may not be BD's first choice of rescuer but Clara would come help the little droid anytime.

"I can't say that there isn't a planet called Bracca somewhere in my universe. Only that I haven't heard or visited it. I'm from a planet called Earth."

He's glad she doesn't ask, and instead offers her a smile as she works. "You seem familiar," he says, watching for any hint of trouble. "Have we met before? Before the train, I mean."

When he says that - asks that - Clara stops moving completely. Only for a second but very noticeable considering how closely he's watching for trouble.

She frowns and looks down at him, staring at his face for an extremely long time as if trying to place it in her memory. A bit odd for a seemingly normal human woman.

"I don't know. It's possible." She takes a deep breath. "Something happened. I've been to a lot of places and times, though remembering it is always a bit tricky."

He lifts a brow, offers her a real smile this time, give her a better chance at recognizing him. "I doubt it'd be hard to remember a date where you went to see a flying car," he replies lightly. "You probably just look like her. They say everyone has a doppelganger."

It's a nice smile. One Clara wishes she could remember if she's seen it or not. Though her gaze now lingers on him for a different reason. So Bucky went on a date with someone who looked like her?

Sure, Clara could absolutely see an echo of herself going out with a handsome guy like him. "Taking a girl to see a flying car on a date? Sounds exciting." Her tone of voice is genuine about liking that. "In my case, it's not just one doppleganger - more like thousands."

"Well, is that not true of every game?" She laughs softly. "Might I make an attempt against you?"

"Maybe, but if they've got a guitar somewhere, I might be putting on an entirely different show. I'm better at music." Even if Bran could be a cut-up, when he tried.

Luckily he wasn't a fighter, and although said ladder might be a great improvised weapon, it did not need to be one. Unless, of course, the disrespectful opposition showed up. Which Bran hoped was not going to happen.

He wasn't a handyman, but hey, Bran did a lot of moonlighting--he'd definitely carried a ladder in his time. He unfolded the ladder where directed, and positioned himself in a good bracing position, before gesturing up at the empty spot.

"Have at. Should be good to go!"

She waited for the chair to move into place before saying "stop here" as politely as she could. She used a small measure of tape, attaching just enough to the walls to keep the ribbon in place.

"Yes. I couldn't do much to help out but I could do this much and I thought it was nice." She glanced down and smiled at the dark feathered bird below her. "I was told that decorations were important during celebrations like this." Most of what she knew about the holidays had been learn in the last half hour of talking to those getting things ready.

This was Naminés first Christmas.

"Can we go over there next?" She pointed again before holding onto the things in her lap. The last thing she wanted was to drop something on someone's head.

Her gaze drifted down again to look at her new friend. "Do you celebrate things like this?"

"It is nice to meet you February." She picked at the food on the plate, taking a tiny piece or meat between her thumb and forefinger before looking back at the woman standing with her.

"You aren't a bother." She smiled. "This is really good!" Naminé didn't have a whole lot of experience with food and she liked trying little tastes of everything.

"Do you like the party?"

"Right!" Naminé hopped up to her feet and took a few quick steps forward so that she was standing at Terra's side. "This is my first time at a party like this. I'm not sure what we're supposed to do but-" Her fingers brushed thoughtfully against her lower lip. "It's fun. I am glad I am here."

It was strange but she was enjoying herself.

"I haven't tried any of the food yet."

"Thousands?" he asks, his smile a little less enthusiastic. "Were you cloned or something?" God, what if they'd cloned him? That's a thought he'll have to gnaw on for a while later.

But surely they didn't have the ability to do that back during the war or they would've cloned Steve. Right?

A nod of her head at the first question. "Not cloned. I purposely splintered myself across time and space in order to save someone who's lived a very long life. So I've had thousands of lives and remembering them all is a bit difficult." All those memories trying to exist in the mind of an otherwise normal human being.

It could be possible that one of those lives meant an echo was in America in 1943 on a date with Bucky while the war was on.

"Just so!" he bows his head, "I would be honored."

And he will go easy on her. Sizhui doesn't mind being beaten as long as everyone has a good time.

That, Bucky can understand. The memory part, anyway. "It's like someone dumped half a jigsaw puzzle into your head. Some bits make sense, but there are plenty that don't connect with anything at all," he smiles sadly. "I hope most of them were good," or at least better than his had been.

"Let us see then." She smiles. "I always did learn better from example."

[ Luckily Naruto is being thoroughly distracted from going blind with insanity by the very loud fox voice in his head berating him for an array of reasons, perhaps to avoid the imminent psychological break or maybe because he just hates Naruto doing what he wants to - it's unclear. But at least his mind is safe. Edge's more proactive approach is appreciated, though, even if not by Naruto. ]

Aaah, has anyone ever actually even gone insane lookin' out here? Or are ya all just scared of what might happen, huh?

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