Test Drive Meme 002

[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!

Luggage Handling

The last carriage of the train is full of luggage. It’s all empty but there sure is a lot of it. Suitcases, old fashioned travelling trunks, rucksacks. And they are scattered everywhere, a safety concern to be sure.

Or perhaps the most fun place on the train, if you are thinking about it right. These cases could be anything, a fort, a bunker. How many can you stack up until they are too high to reach or they tumble down on top of you?

Let out your inner child and relieve some of the boredom of being stuck on a train by creating the luggage castle of your dreams, or step in before disaster strikes and attempt to bring some organisation to this chaos.

Scavenger Hunt

You’ve found yourself on a world that seems to be one huge scrap yard. At least all the parts you can see are and you aren’t the only ones there. A small fighter craft has crash landed here and the pilot needs help fixing their craft to get out of here!

Team One The parts needed must be around here somewhere! This place has all sorts and so it’s just a matter of trying to sort through all the junk to find what you are looking for.

Team Two Some parts from the actual ship are salvageable but it’s going to take a team to get this thing sky worthy again. Fix what can be fixed and get the craft ready for the spare parts that will hopefully be found.

Team Three This planet is not without its nuisances. Most prominent are some strange cyborg rats that have a taste for wiring. Fend them off before they get into the craft and render all the hard work undone.

A picnic with a view

Heroes deserve rewards every now and again and after a few days of protecting a settlement from strange shape shifting alien blobs there is a moment to relax before boarding the train once more.

What a place to relax in. High up on a cliff overlooking a vast plain of crystal stalagmites. The light of two suns reflects of them creating a dazzling prism mirror effect of colour, it’s almost like hovering above a sea of rainbows.

A picnic has been provided by some grateful villagers, the food is strange but delicious and a perfect way to unwind after a stressful few days.

Comments

Scavenger Hunt

[castintoflames]

Does he miss his tallest brother? The sickening crunch of a rat being crushed will announce his arrival. He then stands very still, the light seeming to touch him, tentatively, before it flees as if it has been scalded. Maedhros lets out a low breath and blinks a few times. One of his eyes was injured by Morgoth and sometimes it sees shadows of that which isn't there.

"Are you real?"

[seawanderer]

With every aching moment he continues to exist.

The music sings harshly around Maglor and he hears the crunch behind him. He freezes, hardly daring to breath before slowly turning, eyes desperately searching for the one brother he misses most of all. He doesn't even dare to blink, but those wounds...

He remembers them. Further reminders of how badly he'd failed. He sucks in a breath, trying to calm the wild pounding of his heart.

"Are you? Nelyo?"

[castintoflames]

"As far as I know." he uses his pipe to scale the heap Maglor is perched upon, making an awful racket. Well that should scare those beasts off for a little while - if, indeed, they feel anything remotely like fear and self-preservation.

"It's hard to see you in here." and so he has to reach him - to sit beside him - to know he is solid and real.

[seawanderer]

The silly pests don't matter. Not if he can believe the music singing the rhythm of his brother. Maglor lets his pipe drop to the heap at his feet and reaches to help Maedhros up then holds on with a rather desperate grasp.

"We should get your eye cleaned up."

[castintoflames]

The first touch reaches his heart, warming the chill and awakening him briefly from the nightmares. Kano is here with him. Maedhros pulls himself over to Maglor's side and wraps his good arm around his brother.

"It's fine."

Morgoth's wounds are not easily healed - if they heal at all - and he doesn't want Maglor to worry.

[seawanderer]

What can be healed, will be. He doesn't care what he has to do. He will help hold Maedhros up as long as he has to if it means this time he doesn't lose him.

And the arm around him- the very real body heat radiating tells him he's not alone now, despite all the times he'd imagined similar reunions only to remember what happened to each one of his brothers.

"Not if you are having trouble seeing, Nelyo."

[castintoflames]

Pain has become a way of life for them. Once, Maedhros would have sought expert healers for his eye - and the rest of him - but it's too late; he has seen and done too much.

Of course, seeing to Maglor's needs is an entirely different matter. He rests their heads together, unaware that he smells like fire and smoke.

"I have two eyes. The other one works."

[seawanderer]

It's far easier to focus on the needs of someone else than himself. He's not actually intentionally Fading, but that's exactly what's begun.

Maglor presses closer to his brother, breathing in. He doesn't care about the smell, only the proof he's not alone.

"They should both work," he insists.

[castintoflames]

They have been Fading bit by bit for a long time. Maedhros realizes, on some level, that is perhaps the reason why he can't see Maglor very well. But he can hold him and he is generous with his affection, stroking his brother's hair.

"So I can see the rats?"

[seawanderer]

Has he forgotten so much that he doesn't remember how his brother's sight had been affected? Maglor knows he's fallen far since he'd seen Maedhros last, but this...?

He sighs, much of the tension fading at the hand running over his hair. "And everything else." Though maybe it's something of a blessing? It might make seeing how bad off he is harder to see.

[castintoflames]

His other senses are functional and his brother is solid in his arms. Maedhros won't complain except...

When his other hand passes over Maglor's back, he realizes how thin he has become. He will need to see to that immediately.

"You haven't been eating."

[seawanderer]

So much for that. He tucks his head against his brother's shoulder.

"Eating became harder after you died." Everything did, his mind helpfully adds if Maedhros is open to the sharing of minds.

Other hand = only hand.

[castintoflames]

It was folly to think he wouldn't notice. Maedhros curls around him tighter, glaring into the gloom. Only a very foolish rat would approach them now.

"I didn't plan it beforehand. It came upon me suddenly, as I held the Silmaril." he hears his brother's mind and nuzzles his shoulder affectionately, "I should have run to you."

<3

[seawanderer]

He can dream sometimes still!

Maglor huffs and curls just a bit closer to his big brother. "I could have helped you if you had. We could have thrown them both to Ulmo."

[castintoflames]

"It became a personal quest, didn't it? Especially since I am the eldest." he had been with Fëanor the longest and thus, with their father's death, he made himself take on that mantle.

A more vain part of himself also wonders what good he would have been with no useful hands.

[seawanderer]

"We could have asked Elrond and Elros to help," he counters instead. "You didn't have to leave." Certainly not that. He doesn't need to have watched his brother fall to the lava to imagine it.

[castintoflames]

"How could we burden them?" Maedhros cringes at the very idea, "They have their own lives, their own loves. The Silmarils would have ruined them."

Dying by lava had not been easy. He had been alert for far longer than a Man would have been and thus the regrets had piled up long before he entered the Halls.

[seawanderer]

"The Silmarils wouldn't have hurt them. We could have kept them safe." Something he's dreamed of, when he's needed something to hold onto that thing called hope.

"They were angry," another thing he hadn't gotten close enough to see himself. "They tried to find me, later. To tell me we could have gone to them. Elros told me so himself."

[castintoflames]

"Until someone chose to wage war against them." he can think of nothing good coming from those jewels. Hope exists beyond them; Hope doesn't need a vessel to remain on Arda.

Or in their hearts.

"Elros is rash. If both of us had gone to him, his city would have been ruined." his features soften and he sighs, "But you going by yourself would be safe. You should have gone to him."

[seawanderer]

"And we would have fought for Elrond and Elros." But there's a hint of doubt in his voice that even he hears.

"...I did, eventually." He just hadn't stuck around. He'd used the commotion of the king's funeral to slip away so Elrond couldn't drag him along and cause trouble.

[castintoflames]

"Kano. That isn't satisfactory." Maedhros takes hold of his brother's chin so that their gazes meet, "I want you to live with Elrond. There is a place for you there, I am certain of it. Help him with his people and his children. I'm sure he has his hands full."

[seawanderer]

He doesn't fight the hand turning his head, but there's an edge to his gaze as he looks back at his brother. "You're a bit late.

"Elrond has just sailed to Valinor, Nelyo. I didn't go with him. His children have stayed behind, though his daughter recently wed and will eventually die as Elros did."

[castintoflames]

This is...too much. His eyes darken with grief, though that is hard to see with the injured iris. Maedhros's eyes used to be bright blue, but now one is almost silver, the color faded.

"You said...children. Are there sons?"

[seawanderer]

Maglor knows his brothers far too well to miss this look. And he's not angry enough not to answer.

"Twin sons, much like their father and uncle." See? He's gotten close enough to know something about their not!grandbabies.

[castintoflames]

Twins. Maedhros longs to see the pair and he bows his head, letting the ache in his chest subside before he speaks.

"Have you held them?"