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voidtreckerooc2019-12-16 05:29 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in voidtreckerooc2019-12-16 05:29 am
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Test Drive Meme 007
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!
Padmé Amidala | Star Wars
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
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."
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Whether she is surprised by the other's appearance, it is hard to tell. She can't recall ever coming across a being such as her, but the universe is expansive, and Padmé has barely even seen one little corner. She is petite in return, barely over five feet tall, although her presence has always loomed larger.
"More organic in a setting where you don't expect it." She comments, shifting ever so to give more focus to the other. It's that polite interest on her face, wondering as she always does. Are all her people like that? "I'm Padmé Amidala."
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She doesn't really have a 'people' in the way that Padme understands it - nothing resembling an organized society. But there are other earth elementals and none of them look very much like February at all - she is something of an oddity.
She returns Padme's look with a polite smile of her own.
"Every other car on this train has a purpose. For training, or reading, or eating or sleeping. It is nice to have someplace that exists to just... Be."
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"Have you been here long?" Assuming that she isn't actually a part of this train in some manner. Padmé hasn't really ascertained whether there are those who actually work on the train and live on it as their home. She would find that hard to believe, although if they are content with that, who is she to say anything about it?
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She was part of the newest group of arrivals, much like Padme. February couldn't have been on the train for more than a day at this point.
It may be nothing like the futuristic cities or the halls of the senate that Padme is used to, but February was kind of unprepared for the amount of people in this train. It feels almost claustrophobic - and being as big as she is, it's hard for her to feel as though she isn't in someone's way.
So it shouldn't come as a surprise that she's found her way to the garden car. It's the most open and peaceful of all the carriages of the Void Trecker.
"Am I right in assuming that you are new as well?"
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"You are right in that assumption." There is a wry hint to her voice. The hustle and bustle are familiar to her, as the Senate is a very large place, but it is the scenery that has changed here. Drastically, in some cases, but a large population remains on Coruscant, coming and going. "I probably arrived at the same time as you. The last stop?"
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They must have just missed each other. Understandable, given the fact that they had just both been displaced and made to board a strange train that drifts from world to world. It's a lot to take in.
"Tell me, what do you think of this vessel? Do you believe we were really brought here because we are heroes?"
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"I honestly do not know. There- there are others I would call a hero, but I don't know if I would use that title for myself." A good person? Padmé would like to think that she was, that she could make the world a better place in her life.
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February definitely doesn't consider herself a hero. Not in the traditional sense of the word.
Not that she's opposed to heroics, but she hasn't really done a lot to position herself as a dimension-traveling hero. She could certainly think of others who would be much more fitting of that title.
"Perhaps we were sought for our skill sets? Whoever brought us to this place has a specific task in mind for us, that we are suited to?"
That... Doesn't really make her feel better about this situation, but it seems plausible to her.
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Void Trecking
(normally she was so good at this), but it was escaping her at the moment.She moves closer to get a better look, trying to be subtle, but knows she was spotted when the other woman spoke.
"It is. Somehow it's so similar, yet so different from the travel I'm used to."
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There are a wide variety of different species here and it doesn't necessarily mean that she comes from the same galaxy that Padmé knows. She had been surprised to discover just how many individuals were here, and that not all are aware of anything involving where she is from.
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Telli turned to face the other woman fully and leaned against the side of the carriage, shifting her weight off her 'bad' leg at the same time. She kept her cane in hand, toying with it idly as she continued.
"Before that though I'd been stationary for a few years."
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"On your homeworld, or were you stationed somewhere?" A polite interest was all it was, as Padmé wouldn't press if she wasn't willing to share the information.
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“Neither, I’m not military for obvious reasons and I’ve no home world I wish to claim. The first group I was with had a,” she paused slightly as she worked out how to refer to Qi’ra’s coupe before she continued. “A change in management. I left with a friend and we settled on Naboo for a while before we met our current employer. Mercy was recruited as a pilot and I stay as far away from the cockpit as I can.”
As she spoke of Mercy her tone grew fond and she continued with a hint of laughter coloring her voice, “Apparently I can’t be trusted to navigate through empty space.”
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She did perk at the mention of Naboo. They didn't have a large populace of travelers. It wasn't like they were super close to Coruscant. Close enough, but the planet didn't exactly have the same draw as the jewel of the Republic. It was pretty, so Padmé would say, moderate in temperature, and very lush and green, with plenty of water over the planet. "It sounds like you have seen a fair bit of space. Naboo and Coruscant tend to be my destinations, although there are times when I visit others."
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"You spend time on Naboo? I've found it's rare for people to have visited, which is a shame. It's a beautiful planet." Travel into Naboo was highly regulated due to it being the Emperor's homeworld and most weren't able to pass the background checks required to visit the planet. She and Mercy had only managed to get on planet due to a very good smuggler and Telli's liberal use of the Force.
Garden | Excuse me while I slide in here and flail
Today was different; today it felt almost like the Force was poking him toward it, silently whispering and encouraging that this was where he needed to be with all the insistence of a child in a candy shop. He shook his head as he made his way through, trying to understand just what was so important, but the Force, as always, just could not make things obvious. He was struggling against his frustration with it, half tempted to just shout at the open air for the Force to just spit out what it wanted already...
...when he saw her.
Luke stopped dead, all his frustration draining out of him, along with most of the color from his face. He had seen her so many times, in old holos that he managed to scrape up that weren't heavily redacted or deemed unsafe for the public. He thought of his favorite, a treasured copy of her speech against the budget bill that would supply more clones for the war effort; it was the one that moved him the most, that kept him going in the middle of the Empire, despite how all the odds seemed to continuously stack against him.
She turned toward him and spoke, and Luke felt his words clog up in his throat. The holo made her timeless, but seeing her there, in the flesh, shook him so hard that he could feel his heart aching. There was so much he wanted to say, the emotions clear as day on his face, but he couldn't get anything out.
hello son who is not even a twinkle in my eye...
Yet the manner in which he had drawn up to stare at her was seemingly different. It had been a casual statement, not one that should have caused a great stir by any means. She allowed a polite moment, although her eyebrows started to furrow down. He almost... reminded her of someone, not that Padmé could put her finger on it right at that moment.
It was almost recognition, if Padmé were to give it a name, although she couldn't say that he was someone that she recalled meeting. Maybe she just reminded him of someone? It was hard to tell as she leaned forward a little, eyes expressive, inquisitive, searching. "Sorry. Am I disturbing you?"
hello mom. Sorry, having a crisis.
"No, not at all," he replied. "Forgive me, ma'am, you just... reminded me of someone."
He needed to tell her; it was the least he could do. Hell, he wanted to jump to the roof of the train and shout that his mother was here and alive, but that all seemed so impossible at the moment.
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She didn't mind sharing the space. There were many aspects to Padmé, personas that she had built up for various purposes. The queen had been the more formal, sticking to the traditions of Naboo. It hadn't worked too well for her when she had first entered in to the Senate, and she had needed to soften those harder edges to let people in to see who she was and what she stood for. But, she had always been for helping or aiding, even if it meant just offering a place to sit. "I'm Padmé Amidala. I just arrived not too long ago."
Oh, hi future friend!!
He hears what Padme says and smiles a bit, still taken aback at the idea that this lady was a senator when he was still a new Padawan on Bracca.
"Some of the trees look like ones from Kashyyyk. Thankfully, I don't think they'll get that big, but it's nice to see something familiar. I heard someone say they wanted to start a garden to add to our own food stores. That should be fun to see." He pauses for a moment, listening to the beeps and trills from BD-1.
"We're not going to be late. We have half an hour, BD. It's fine."
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Her 'artistic skills' had always been in words. Her mother may have wanted something musical, but it simply wasn't to be. She does glance down at the droid, a small smile coming to her lips.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. And you as well. I promise not to allow you to be late." Directed to the droid, as Padmé does have a liking for them.
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BD-1 beeps and whoops out his thanks, settling carefully on Cal's shoulder.
"Neither do I, but I think with the help of a few others, I can probably create an irrigation and drainage system. No one wants me touching the plants, though."
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Green and lush, although she had heard that it is trees and not pastures that cover the planet.
"No? Not a gardener?" But the warmth remains in her voice. "I can certainly help pick items, and have harvested back home, but I fear I would either over-water, or under-water..."