voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 002

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.

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Curufin slides into the seat beside Will. "This sort of place is enough to make anybody think. But I suspect you are the contemplative sort by nature; you look as though you are. My name is Curufin Fëanorion. I'm of the Elvish race, and I have just arrived here."

"I suppose I am, a bit," Will says contemplatively. "A place like this, seems like there's a lot to think about. And very little to read."

He nods politely at Curufin. "Pleasure to meet you. I am Will Stanton."

"Pleased to meet you, Will! Yes, it needs a library. I wonder if there would be any way to assemble one? If we're making stops in any world that has books, I'd think that would be possible." He chuckles. "Although I don't suppose most trains have library cars. What were you contemplating when I walked in?"

The boy nods at the window.

"That. The void. It is very different from the way it is at home." He smiles distantly. "I think it was just reminding me how very far away I am."

"What is the Void like in your home world?" Curufin asks, glancing out of the window. He's got a Void in his own universe, but he wants to hear what Will has to say.

Will shakes his head. "There is none, not like this. There is the universe, which is watched over by the High Magic." Here he slips into a singsong tone, as if it were a story he had heard and told many times. "For the High Magic holds all the universe together. It keeps the stars burning in their place and the planets and comets on their courses, and sits in judgement over all other forms of magic. And at the center of all things there is the Light and the Dark, the cold white flame that burns at the center of the universe and the great dark pit as deep as the universe."

Curufin listens, rather fascinated. The universes were clearly not all the same. And yet, they had similar elements.

"The Flame Imperishable, I am familiar with that. What about this Dark? Is it at the center of the universe, like the Light?"

"It was," Will says quietly. "For thousands of years we were nearly equal in strength. But a few weeks ago they were defeated and cast out beyond time."

"A very great victory. And did you have a part in that, Will?" Because this child has an air of being so much more than a child.

"I was there," he says simply. He didn't think that any further explanation was needed. He'd been there, at the tree, with the six. And there, the Dark had finally been defeated. The Light had left the world in the care of humans.

Those humans who'd learned anything of magic had chosen to forget.

And he remained.

If that were all the explanation Will was going to give, then that was the explanation Curufin would accept. With reservations. Maybe someday Will would chose to tell the entire tale.

A sad world, where humans had forgotten magic! And a lonely one, if Will alone remembered.

"And what is the world like, now that the Dark has been defeated?"

He considers the question. "Quiet," he says at last. "A great change has happened in the world. The Dark is gone and the Light as well, and all that is magic has been forgotten. The world belongs to humans now, and what happens now is up to them."

"A dicey situation, in my view," replies Curufin. "Not that constant battles between the Dark and the Light are good for humans of any sort. But without magic, where is the understanding of creation and the reverence for it? But what do you think about all of that, Will?"

Up until now it would have been easy to mistake Will for an old man in the shape of his child. His mannerisms and thoughts and way of speaking, none of it really belonged to a boy of thirteen.

But here, at last, he shows some uncertainty, and it gave him the look of his age for the first time.

"I-" He hesitates. "I don't think what I feel really matters, in the grand scheme of things."

Curufin had been struck by that, too. Will seemed what both Elves and mortals would call an old soul.

"Doesn't it?" he asks. "Maybe not in the grand scheme of things, but doesn't it matter in the here and now, the immediate present? You are allowed to feel what you feel. Whatever that is."

This was a matter that Will always felt quite conflicted about. He was allowed to have his own feelings and thoughts, of course. If he hadn't come here, he suspected that he would have gone back home to his human family and lived a quite human life, until he was needed again. He could have been happy for a time, he thought. Even if it seemed like it might be lonely to be the only person left who remembered the magic in the world.

But... there was always a part of himself that knew that ultimately nothing he thought or felt mattered against his duty. If the Light demanded something of him, he would answer. Because the purpose of an Old One was to serve.

"I don't think it can matter," he says at last. "There are some things more important than feelings."

"So, what matters more?" Curufin asks. He's still curious about Will's life.

"Duty, I guess you could say. Responsibilties." Will knew that it wasn't really what one expect from a kid his age. But then again, he hadn't truly been a child since he'd turned eleven, when he'd been told that he'd been born with a gift, and the duty to serve that gift.

"You and the Elves have something in common, then," said Curufin, with a small laugh.

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