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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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.

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."

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.

Loki has been having fun with distraction duty. Misdirection and chaos, they are not only what he is best at, but what he enjoys most. He's been making note of other agents when he comes across them, usually a disparaging note as they fail to live up to his standards.

Like the "building is on fire" distraction that had a woefully inadequate lack of actual flames or even convincing illusion of such. He grins, pauses to approximate where the voice is coming from, then casts his own illusion over the chosen building. It immediately appears to go up in flames, with convincing heat, noises, and even smells.

If there's a party, Evie's helped out with anything people let her get her hands on. Decorations? They're on point and probably the most amazing any of these people have ever seen.

Food? Hades, yeah, she's got this. She's even helped people with hair, clothes. Whatever.
The point is, Evie has been busy up until this point and now? Now she's kind of hanging out by the exits, too. Just to keep an eye on things.

"Think we'll be okay for a bit?"

Charlie rolls her eyes just slightly at Bran, raising an eyebrow as if to ask if he's kidding. Is he kidding? That's what he thinks will work? She's seated nearby, watching the guard look for the source of the so-called fire and looks at Bran with a faint, mischievous smile.

"So, should I start a real fire somewhere? Nothing big or dangerous. Just something to keep him away from things."

Old lady. You? Can respond to this. Well, that was good to know. Both his Gift and the ventriloquism he'd taught himself over the years came in handy in a situation like this, but he was glad he clearly had backup.

"Yeah it's me. Trying to get that guy away from...you know," Bran said, muttering that under his breath. There was always a chance that said guard would end up too bright, and he didn't really feel much like arguing. Or worse, fighting. Sure, he could play dumb tourist if he had to in a bird-with-broken-wing ploy. But it was more fun to trick people. At least, if he decided to be honest with himself.

Besides, crushing the joy out of people's holiday spirit? Yeah they deserved a little bit of soul-crushing, themselves. If he could, he'd be making sure those guards would be eating little bits of Chaos all night, following a trail of ridiculousness they couldn't stop.

"Thanks for the backup, buddy. You want to keep the party going?" He wasn't sure the kenku could still hear him, but if Paper could, he was going to reconnoiter and give the humanoid a chance to help him plan.

"Well, yeah, especially if you can do more smoke'n'mirrors stuff than burning down Granny's house, ya know." It was pretty clear Bran's plan hadn't precisely been a solid one, but it was also pretty clear that he was happy to have help in the unexpected presence of Bobby.

At the moment, as if she weren't already, she really was his favorite spicy blonde kid.

"You do that and I'll make sure you get more of what kind of treats you love at the party they promised us. Might even see about baking cookies when we're back on the train." He didn't do that often, but he definitely remembered how from when he was but a boy at his momma's knee.

Bran had been planning. A little. Either on backup (which the God of Mischief so generously provided!) or throwing one of his own Gifts to make the suggestion of flames a reality. Though if he'd asked Helios for help and someone's house actually went up in smoke and worse? He'd feel bad. In this situation, it was the guard he was attempting to distract who really earned the pending chaos that Bran was trying to perpetrate.

He didn't know for sure, but he had an inkling. Hell, maybe Loki had a soft spot for ravens. Loki's old man had a pair that followed him around after all...but naaaah.

Under his breath, he murmured. "So what do I do to placate you or thank you? Burn a goat? I do appreciate the back-up, just so you know." Just to make that perfectly clear.

"I like the roasted veggies they have," Bobby states, standing and walking quietly on the rooftop, following where the guard was headed. He wasn't quite moving away from the party set up and Charlie needed him to move further on.

Eyeing the guards surroundings, Bobby realizes her choices are a trash pile, someone's laundry hanging out to dry, and a pile of abandoned sticks.

Not wanting to stink the place up, and not wanting someone to be out clothing, Charlie focuses on turning the small stick pile into a smoky, slow-burning mess. It does the trick. It sends smoke into the air that the guard is investigating.

Turning and heading back to Bran, she drops to sit on the edge of the building to watch the man try to put out the fire she's still focusing on.

"I especially liked their roasted carrots."

She's not really a junk food kid unless she's tired and needs the sugar.

"Maybe. If I had a guitar I could always provide a bit of festive music..." For the moment, Bran dragged over a chair. Even if Evie was stable, she seemed a bit like she might want a sit-down. Girl had been zipping to and fro all over with barely a moment to take a breath.

"You want a drink or something?" He'd be willing to go fetch whatever she liked. He'd already helped himself to some of the appetizers, and he had something sparkling and non-alcoholic in hand. Now he was just keeping an eye on the festivities and an ear on the staircases down here, quietly thanking Gaia for nice, sharp senses, even in a throng of people.

"Maybe if we get you enough points, we can order one for you?" Or Evie'd find a way to order one for him. She loves music. Her world is full of it and truthfully? She misses how constant it was in her life.

While Evie isn't the type to show when she's feeling tired, she's grateful for the chair and she sits happily, nodding her thanks and smiling in appreciation.

"I think just a water would be fantastic. Thank you."

Yeah it's me. Trying to get that guy away from...you know. There was a pause, then seeming the end of the message. Thanks for the backup, buddy. You want to keep the party going? Yes, that was Bran. A quick thinker as always - maybe being on watch duty wouldn't be so bad after all. The two of them together could cause quite a lot of mischief. Paper cast another quick sending spell to Bran, the illusion murmuring as Paper turned to watch the guard head towards the fire illusion.

"Yes, let's. What have in mind? Fire not complete, it'll only work for so long. Can't make it feel real for all guards." If Bran looked down he could see the illusion of paper casting another spell - at the cost of dropping his clairvoyance - and Paper decided to phantasmal force the guy. The illusion, for that one guard, was complete - it'd feel warm, it'd sound and smell like fire, and if he tried to enter the fire he would take damage... But the feeling and damage of it only worked for one guard - the rest of them would just think his companion was wigging out.

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.

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.

{ 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?

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!

The Doctor's in the middle of a very important conversation about something the guard clearly doesn't understand if the vacant expression on their face is anything to go by. He just nods and smiles, looking like he might think the Doctor is absolutely crazy.

"Good I was there, eh?" He asks nudging the guard with his elbow and laughing slightly at joke the guard doesn't get. He shoots a glance back Clara's way and gives a sharp nod of his head before turning back. "Well, anyways. It seems you've got quite a lot of... guarding to do so I'll... leave you to it." He offers a small salute and then ducks away to catch up to Clara.

"Well, he'll have something to think about for the next century. How's the decoration committee doing?" He throws an arm over her shoulder.

Even though she can't see the guard's face from back here, Clara can imagine. She does work in a school where children often have the same look on their faces when she walked by classrooms. So time to rescue the poor guard from all of that Doctor-talk.

It takes another minute for the Doctor to finish up whatever conversation he has going to distract the guard, which Clara watches with amusement. A grin forms on her face when the Doctor even salutes the guard before making his way over to her.

His arm comes over her shoulder so easily and she can't help but miss this. "Only the next century? Just about finished. They have a few more things to do and everything will be ready to go." Brown eyes wander about the cityscape around them. "Bit sad, don't you think? That these people can't celebrate out in the open."

The Doctor nods as he walks along side of her. "Yeah, if we had more time I might even try and talk to whoever's in charge just to find out what the story behind that is. Obviously they've have winter celebrations before or else they wouldn't know to celebrate it now." He says easily, glancing around the city.

"There's a story there-and I'd love to hear it if there's time, but sadly I don't think there will be and since I seem to have lost the TARDIS, best to stay with the group I should think. At least for now. Besides, who doesn't love a good party?"

They've been forward into the future, back into the past, and visited planets beyond her solar system - even her own galaxy. Yet she's never been to an alternate version of her world. One so clearly different from her own. "Do you really need to talk to whoever's in charge to find that out? Couldn't we just ask one of the people we're helping?" Her voice is quiet so as not to get them caught by the authorities.

Clara glances over to him, a frown on her face. "So we're just going to leave these people without truly helping them? We've done more in less time."

Throwing a celebration for a group of rebels is all well and good but they could try to bring the winter celebrations back for everyone.

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?"

Truthfully, the Doctor is just itching to get out and explore the new planet-to ask the locals questions and of course find out the reason for no celebrations-specifically winter celebrations. That's oddly specific.

"Oh c'mon Clara. When I have I ever just done as I was asked? No, no. We'll get the party ready, maybe do a bit of dancing and then sneak off to see what's really going on. Time to steal Christmas back from the Grinch."

That's what she's talking about! Clara knew the Doctor couldn't have just left things like they were and now he says it, there's an excited bounce in her step. Secret celebrations and a mystery to solve. Now that is a Christmas worth getting wrapped up in.

"Just have to get some dancing in, don't you?" She can't help but laugh happily. In the next moment, Clara is pulling out something and holding it up to him. A black, square, familiar item that actually belongs to him in the first place. Which does bring up the question of why she has his psychic paper in the first place? "You might need this to properly sneak in."

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.

Edited 2019-12-17 07:52 (UTC)

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Test Drive Meme 007

Bran Corbie | Corax OC (Werewolf: The Apocalypse)

Team 1

Will Stanton | The Dark is Rising

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Party:

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February | Original Character

Naminé 💙 Kingdom Hearts

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Happy Holidays (I do what I want, Kinz)

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Team Three

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Aoko Nakamori | Magic Kaito