Test Drive Meme 002

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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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Bruce Banner | MCU

[hulkbusted]

Luggage Handling
When trapped on a train to anywhere, once punching through the walls doesn't work, the next logical step is to find the train's limits and resources. That exploration has led Bruce to the last carriage and the luggageageddon that had buried a nameless passenger until Bruce unearthed them.

Left on his own, he's tetrising the various bags into safer stacks, although in a possibly slightly mean move, those stacks go all the way to the ceiling with luggage firmly wedged in to make removal a challenge.

Look, he's not exactly happy to be here.

Scavenger Hunt - Team Three
Yes, there's a visceral satisfaction to stomping cyborg rats, and Bruce is doing his job with gusto if not glee, but it's not enough to stomp them when they just keep coming in waves, they need a way to repel them before they have to be destroyed.

"Hey," he calls to anyone who'll bother to answer. "Anybody got a high voltage power supply or sparklefingers? Give me some of that wiring and some electricity and I have an idea."

Luggage Handling

[afterburner]

Renee had been about to tell the big, green dude that punching the walls hadn't worked (hey, it was why her wrist is busted!) but interrupting when he looks Rather Unhappy seemed like a Bad Idea.

Like a Super Bad idea. All caps, even. So she'd declined, and decided to sit right there and watch him--it was entertaining, all right? There wasn't a lot she could do to help prepare food with a busted wrist, and there weren't many other things that could hold her attention. No paint drying. That sort of thing. None of that looked like her luggage, anyway--not that she'd come in with much, either. Nothing she'd need luggage for.

"Not trying to give you shit, here, mister, but if you put the lids out, we can at least use it as storage, you know?"

[hulkbusted]

Oh hey, a small person he hadn't noticed. It's occasionally discomfiting how easily someone human-sized can slip under his radar if he isn't paying attention. He swings around to look down at her, his face sliding through a variety of expressions - anger, surprise, speculation, and a little hurt as the red hair reminds him of someone lost - before settling into a faint unapologetic smile.

"Maybe on my next stack. This one is petty catharsis." And once he's catharsed (no, it's not in the dictionary, but sometimes you need to verb a noun) he'll probably at least unwedge the stack enough that it won't take an eight foot giant to get at the bags.

[afterburner]

"Is it really petty if it's catharsis?" Renee looked thoughtful herself, then. She generally felt that if it was something that prevented her from punching someone else in the face, then it was a good idea...even if it really was helping that other person more than it helped her. At least in the physical sense.

"I didn't really mean to interrupt you, but watching you is more fun than some of the other stuff on this train. Plus it takes my mind off the fact that punching things that don't actually break can hurt like a bitch. Pardon my French." Not that she's terribly apologetic about cussing, but she is somewhat so about the interruption. Big guy at least resembles someone she's heard of on her world, and being polite and not pissing him off is also on the Good Idea list.

[hulkbusted]

"I could probably find more constructive ways to find catharsis." He turns back to the stack and grabs a particularly expensive-looking bag to wedge tightly in at the top of the tower. "More destructive ways, too."

He's pissed off enough that destructive is very tempting; there's a reason he'll answer to both Bruce and Hulk, and it's not just the complexion.

He steps back to assess the stability of his stack, gives it a nudge with one bare foot to ensure it won't topple on anyone, then turns to give the woman his full attention, really looking at her now that the shock of her red hair has had a minute to recede.

"The last person I tried to talk to looked so freaked out, I just left him alone. I could really use a little information on what the hell is going on here." Pardon his French or not, this is a circumstance that calls for a little light profanity.

Scavenger Hunt

[noshadesofgrey]

Nearby, a small woman, even by not-Hulk standards is having just about as much gusto, swinging around heavy pieces of junk without much trouble to smash multiple rats at the same time. She also clearly has anger issues, and in a moment of pause, she looks over and takes a moment to decide if she wants to help or not. Like. This is cathartic, but the novelty is gonna wear off real fast, real soon.

Finally, she pipes up to ask a question. "That depends, do you need the voltage regulated? I can generate it, but I don't have any real control over how strong it is."

[hulkbusted]

Bruce doesn't stop in his stompfest, but he does glance over at her to see who's talking; he hasn't been here long enough to recognize people solely by voice.

Huh, tiny, but fierce. He can work with that. He's fought side-by-side with a talking raccoon; size is not disqualifying for being useful, as her rat tactics show.

"I haven't had time--" He grunts as he slams his foot down on a rat that had nearly gotten past him. "--to do any tests, so I'm going with the stronger the better. How long will your juice last?"

[noshadesofgrey]

Black would probably appreciate Bruce's assessment, probably more than is reasonable given the immense size difference between them. (It may, in fact, be a touchy issue with her.) She barks out a sardonic laugh. "That makes two of us, then! Can't say I've done much in the way of stress-testing lately, haven't needed to. So I guess we're both playing this by ear," she says, then chucks the thing she'd been swinging at a larger clump of rats, most of which go crunch, but a few scatter in time.

She hops over onto a mound of scrap, and starts aggressively rifling through it. "So, wires, huh?"

[hulkbusted]

"I'm thinking electric fence if we can hit the sweet spot with the voltage." It isn't elegant, but it could free him up to do some heavy lifting instead of heavy stomping. "You wouldn't have to maintain it continuously, just juice it up for waves."

He points over her head to a pile she might not be able to see from her height. "I spotted a bunch of rebar I'm gon--"

He stops talking and grimaces as he spots another wave incoming. "Hang on. Cover your ears for a second."

Scavenger Hunt

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter comes down on one of his webs, hanging upside down in imitation of an actual spider. He's still so psyched to be able to work with the Bruce Banner/Hulk. Like this is a dream come true.

"Hey! I don't know if it'll help but Mr Stark put a taser web setting on my webshooters-that might do something?" He's only got about twenty percent left of his original web fluid though he's not too sure how long it'll last.

"Not exactly like Thor-level voltage but it did some pretty impressive damage to a sign."

[hulkbusted]

“He did what?”

If he weren’t busy stomping rats, he’d stop and stare at Peter, but he’s busy and really, he knows Tony, how can he be surprised? He’ll just channel his surprise into extra enthusiastic stomps.

“Forget it. How’s your suit powered? Knowing how much energy the Iron Man suit takes, if yours is anything like that, I think we can siphon directly.”

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter just shrugs because Tony Stark is the king of extra and it's a known fact through out the universe. Or now the multiverse. He frowns a little and looks down at his webshooters. How exactly are they powered?

"Uh... I think when I'm on Earth-or our Earth they're powered through wifi or something similar? Mr Stark didn't say but I don't have my suit, just my webshooters-sorry." He lets himself down from his web and then immediately crawls back up it again because yikes-mechanical rats!

"It's kind of a bummer though-cause if I had it, I'd have Karen and she's like-the best-she's the AI lady Mr Stark put in my suit." Also, basically his nanny but he doesn't think of her like that.

[hulkbusted]

"Of course you don't," Bruce grumbles before stomping hard enough to punch his footprint into the dirt and stun several incoming rats enough for him to crush them before they get to anything vital. "That would be too easy."

He waves it off because it's one thing to get cranky with an adult, but Peter's just a kid. A super-powered kid, but still just a kid, and he doesn't deserve to get snapped at just because he didn't get abducted with his spidey suit.

"Tony's got a gift for AI. If he designed her, she'll take good care of you." He says the last wistfully, remembering JARVIS. His ambivalence about Vision is long gone, but he still misses the AI that had preceded his evolution.

Luggage

[runs_on_batteries]

"Just what exactly is the objective here?" Tony asks, strolling into the room sort of like he was walking into his own garage. He'd managed to convince quite a few individuals onboard that he was the 'authority' on the train. In his usual, Tony way, he acted the part. That was when he wasn't jumping from one project to another in the quiet room he'd claimed as a lab and the medical room which was sort of like a second lab. Apparently everywhere belonged to Tony.

"Be careful over there, those barrels are my ale." He pauses and gives the large man a grin. "I share with friends."

[hulkbusted]

"If I pick one up and take it, I think it's my ale."

He doesn't stop in his work or look at Tony. He wouldn't say he's gotten over his utter shock that they're both on this crazy train, but he's ruthlessly compartmentalizing in lieu of losing his shit on everything around him.

"I'm playing Tetris. Want to switch to Jenga?"

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony tsks at him. "I worked hard for that ale." It's a joke, he may have worked but it wasn't hard and he'd already gotten his reward for it several times over. "Sure. Jenga works. Although I have always been a fan of Tetris. Try that purple hat box up by the red duffel bag."

He goes over to one large sturdy suitcase and sits on it. "You've been pretty quiet. You doing okay?"

[hulkbusted]

"Hand picked every barrel from the barrel tree yourself, right?" He grabs the hat box and pulls it free before he stops, still facing away from Tony while he tries to find a way to answer that question that isn't, No I'm not okay! None of us are!

His shoulders rise and drop again before he turns around. "How can I be okay? It's not this." He motions to his scarred half. "It's losing Natasha and not knowing whether she was just lucky to get out before the rush if we lost and Thanos makes good on his promise to retcon the universe."

Scavenger Hunt

[sweetnessandfight]

Sparklefingers. That was...quite a good description for a black mage's Thunder spells, but alas, that was her sister's purview, and Irves was not here.

That part, Sarai was grateful for, but that certainly did not help this very--large fellow. His idea certainly seemed like a sound one; she simply wasn't equipped to be much help. Alas.

"Pity, sir, I don't have access to that type of magic; do you think something concussive might help you keep them at bay?" Because that, she's got in spades, since she's got Failnaught Anemos in hand and has been taking potshots at the rats with her bow, until he called out. So far, she's been adept at simply scaring them, and not slaughtering them--they were simply trying to live, and they were invading the rats' space, so the Au Ra could hardly blame the rodents for that...

By the way: Look down. Way down. Even the train's actual child has inches on Sarai, though the child-sized woman definitely has skill with her chosen weapon, and doesn't let her petite form stop her for a second. She's rather agile, actually, jumping all over the scrap heaps with speed and light-footed grace, flipping around and sending volleys of arrows to make the oppressing rats scamper away.

[hulkbusted]

The vast majority of people Bruce has met either as Hulk or post-Hulk have been just varying degrees of tiny. One of them is a talking raccoon. Bring on the tiny bow wielding jumping bean.

“One way to find out. Might want to cover your ears.” It’s an oldie but a goody, and the only reason it isn’t his primary anti-rat tactic is that he needs his hands free to actually do some heavy lifting.

[sweetnessandfight]

Oh dear. Ears. That might be easier said than done, since she hasn't got those. Instead, one pair of those horns are actually cranial projections. But Sarai's a quick thinker.

"I shall be back!" she says, giving him a bright grin, aiming her bow a few feet from his, and firing--what turns out to be a shot that does no damage, but repels her back over the hill of debris. She'll probably wrap a pair of handkerchiefs over her cranial projections to protect them over there, but this way the big fellow can do his thing without worrying about hurting her. Hopefully by now she's well out of range.

While she's there, she'll just take a couple more pot shots at the rats and chase the ones there off. If anything looks interesting, she'll pocket it, as well. Once he's through, she'll come bounding back over the hill as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

[hulkbusted]

Huh. He hadn't expected her to just blow herself back over a pile, but he gives her a ten count to get settled before he sets himself directly in the path of an oncoming swarm and brings his hands together in a thunderous clap.

The rats are tossed backward like chaff in a strong wind, most tumbling and lying inert when they fetch up against junk hills, while those that do get up again wander in disoriented, looping paths.

"Rats. Couldn't be something my size, nooooo, gotta be cyborg rats."

Scavenger Hunt - Team 3

[blueberryprincess]

Evie's helping as best as she can. Why she got put on team three, she has no idea, but she's doing her best. And her best may involve a dozen or so home-made smoke-bombs (and a few sticky bombs), tucked away in a bag. But the rats don't like it, and they're all self-combusting bombs tucked away in the dried out cores of apples.

There isn't much on the train, and Evie's used to being creative.

A small herd of rats have made their way towards Bruce, but Evie's quick to stop them. A sticky bomb is sent their way and the rats are trapped in something blue-ish, something that sets quick and will deteriorate in a few hours and something that absolutely smells like night-blooming jasmine and orchids.

"If I had Mal's spellbook, I could have easily created a very small stormcloud to help. The best I have is something that had a solar panel on it." She digs into her bag a moment and holds the device out to Bruce. There are several wires on the end. Maybe it could be useful?

"I'm afraid I don't now how good a charge it'll gie, but I'm hoping it'll be worth a shot."

Re: Scavenger Hunt - Team 3

[hulkbusted]

Bruce spares a glance at what Evie's offering and shakes his head. "Good thought, but that's not going to have enough voltage, but those sticky bombs are doing a good job."

Positive reinforcement, right?

"How many do you have?"

Electric fencing's off the maybe list, so he turns his mind to the resources at hand. "I think I can move enough debris to at least make a choke point. Those bombs of yours may be even better if we can constrain their ways in."

He doesn't want to wall them off entirely and encourage the rats to start swarming over if they can channel them into a more tactically useful path.

[blueberryprincess]

Walling them off entirely would be bad. From what Evie could tell, these cyborg rats were incredibly smart. They'd already tried chewing through the sticky bombs and while it was slow going, they managed it after a good, long while.

The positive reinforcement gets a grin from Evie, a faint swelling of pride in her heart for a moment before she opens her bag and looks in, counting quickly.

"Seven sticky bombs. Six smoke bombs. They don't seem to care for the scent of the smoke bombs, so we can probably use those to lead them where we need them?"

Re: Bruce Banner | MCU

[unholyandbroken]

"How about deadly shotgun aim?" calls the woman with a serious Southern accent. Jessie was picking off rats at a pretty scary clip while sneaking a cigarette in the process.