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.

Comments

[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.

[afterburner]

"Yeah, flip a coin though, whatever'd make you feel better, right?" Renee's hoping they get a mission soon, mostly so she can really cut loose. Where she won't have to worry terribly about actually hurting anyone else on the train. If she hurts herself? That's no big, she's had worse.

'Woman' might be a tiny bit generous, as Renee generally sports the lip-curl of teenage disdain. Not so much at the moment, because this is interesting, but still.

"You don't fall even close to the weirdest guy I've ever seen, so shoot. Mostly what I know is that we showed up on a platform, got basically shunted on to this train--some of the others here have done a mission, and in theory we ought to get another soon, but beyond that, your guesses are as good as mine. It's even stumped Iron Man, and he's a big brain too, so..." She shrugged at that. "I can try and give you more specific info, but I don't have a whole lot, myself." Still, she'd try.

[hulkbusted]

"I think that'd be an incredibly bad idea," he says with dry self-awareness. "Destruction is too much fun." Take that from his internal five-year-old who used to be his part-time external five-year-old.

He puts his back to the train wall and leans, studying her as he asks, "How often does the train stop? And how long have you been stuck here?"

[afterburner]

"I suppose it'd be bad on the train, I'll give you that." Especially since that's tacit agreement in her tone that destruction is too much fun--and she's in touch with her inner five-year-old so that when it becomes external, it's not obvious.

Unless she's trolling Tony, but that's something the big man can find out about on his own. At least she's being straight with him.

"I can't answer the first one, because I don't really know. I've only been here about a week, really. I've been told the third time it stopped was when it picked you and the others up." Since he was just one among a number of new faces.

"Last I remember I was at the Institute getting ready to go swimming, then it's like I literally blinked and all my stuff was gone, and I was on the platform in clothes that weren't mine, with a rucksack and absolutely no clue how I'd gotten there or anything!" And needless to say, she was kind of frustrated about it.

[hulkbusted]

“I already tried being bad on the train, sounds like you have, too.” He’s going to wonder about anyone stuck here who hasn’t tried busting out a window or blowing out a wall.

“The no idea how you got here thing sounds familiar.” It’s frustrating to feel so helpless when he’d worked so hard to take back the power he’d forfeited on the run.

“Last question, since the whys and hows are a mystery for now: how many people are on this train?”

[afterburner]

"Yeah, I did, that's how I got this." She lifts her casted wrist. "Punched the wall to where the conductor's supposed to be. It could've been worse though--sometimes it's good to be a freak." That delivery was dry, too. Though she'd explain that, if he asked.

"Um. I didn't count recently, but Tony probably knows. Last time I took a headcount, we had about twenty including me, but not all of them were human. Two elves, something called an Au Ra, and a Roegadyn." Renee paused there, looking thoughtful. "Really, Dread's about as big as you, I think."

[hulkbusted]

“I’m all for letting your freak flag fly,” says the walking freak flag. Unfortunately he takes her description as self-deprecatory rather than (unkindly) factual. “But maybe not so much on the breaking bones to do it side of things.”

He eyes her wrist and cast thoughtfully. “Are we talking the invading London kind of elves or a different kind?” Never heard of an Au Ra or a Roegadyn, but he’s seen all kinds of weird thanks to two years on Sakaar.

“And what kind of guy is Dread?” He puts a question on “guy” as well. It sounds like the kind of name a guy would pick, but it’s not exactly a gender-specific name.

[afterburner]

"I didn't mean to, but my fields sort of were weak at that particular point, and I don't have fast healing like some people." If that sounds like jealousy, well, spot on. "At least I only broke the wrist on my non-dominant hand." But she'd been smart enough to punch with it, so...

"I'm not sure which elves invaded London...so I can't really tell you. They don't seem the type to bully people, though. Not to me, anyway." Renee made a face at that. It just fed into what Tony had said, that they were from different worlds. Oh well. It wasn't like Professor Xavier and some of the other teachers back at the Institute hadn't told her about that sort of thing. Multiverses.

"He's married to Sarai--that's the Au Ra--so guy, yeah. Big. He says he's a monk but he doesn't seem religious--more a fighting type of monk. But he's almost as big as you are, but he can be creepy quiet and he does his best to be super calm and restrained. Sarai is tiny comparatively--she comes up to about Dread's waist. She has like three pairs of horns and claws, but she's pretty nice. She calls herself a bard, and she sings with one of the elves a lot, so I suppose that must be something." Renee shrugged at that. Hopefully that answered his questions, but if he had more, she'd do her best to answer them.

[hulkbusted]

There are always more questions. Always.

Right now his question boils down to, "What do you mean your fields were weak?"

The rest of the infodump is very useful in some respects, even if it leaves him confused in others. Most that is probably going to have to wait to be clarified when he meets Sarai and Dread.

He's nowhere near concluding that this is anything multiverse related, but that's only because he's working on limited information; creating alternate universes has been a concern for him lately.

[afterburner]

Renee took in a deep breath. Well. It wasn't as if she hadn't already told Pete and flat out shown Tony and Ash that she was a mutant, so it didn't much matter if she told yet another person.

"I can manipulate kinetic fields, among other things. I'm pretty strong besides that, but I put a kinetic field around my fist so I could hit the wall harder. But when I did, the impact made me ricochet across the car, and I put another one up so I didn't break my back when I hit the other end. But they didn't play nice together--no big surprise, since I was still working on that sort of control at the Institute. So I broke my wrist." She shrugged, because it wasn't a huge deal to her. Being hurt sucked, but it wasn't the first time that had happened to her in her life. Renee was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last time, either.

[hulkbusted]

Bruce might not be a born mutant, but he's indisputably a mutant at this point, and he gets both the need to hide and how that can eat at a person.

"Okay." He was snatched out of a battlefield that included mutants, aliens, sorcerors, and probably a lot more stuff he was too busy to notice. One more enhanced or mutant person is worth noting and remembering, but not worth shock or dismay. "Sounds like you make a crappy pinball. Who treated your wrist?"

[afterburner]

He was right--she did make a crappy pinball, and that did make her laugh, just a little bit.

"So I guess if you call me Pinball Wizard that's gonna be sarcasm?" Renee asked. Decent humor should be met with more...well, she always thought her humor was more questionable, but she was at least trying.

"Tony did it. He wasn't sure Lightning could heal it, and I didn't want her to waste it on me if someone else needed it more than I did. It kinda hurts sometimes, but not more than other broken bones I've had, so I figure it's doing fine. Besides, it hasn't been that long since I did it." She shrugged. "You can look at it if you want, I don't mind. And yeah, don't call me Pinball Wizard. I'm only joking." In case it wasn't obvious.

[hulkbusted]

Bruce chuckles and shakes his head for her question. “I leave the nicknames to Tony; he’s got a million of them.”

Don’t think about home, focus on the here and now, try to make this crap work. Who knew that Tony could occasionally give good advice?

He nods and goes to one knee to be more on her level. “Let me have a look. I was a doctor in another life. We’ll see what kind of grade I need to give Tony.”

[afterburner]

Renee snorted at that. "You're telling me. I'm surprised I haven't earned any from him yet, all things considered. In the first couple days I was here, he and I had sort of a troll war. I'm still not sure who won, but damn I wanted to punch him a bit." But she'd made sure that interaction was on video, just so she could be sure she didn't...

Even clocks are right twice a day, as the saying goes...

Wiggling her way out of the makeshift sling, she held up her arm so he could see it, manipulate it, and generally get a better look, while also giving a snort of disdain. "If you were a medico once, I don't see any reason why you still aren't. I'd let you treat me. Wouldn't be the first time I got treated by a big guy with a cool-colored skin tone. You've got a lot less fur though--that's not a jab. And I think you're bigger than Hank." Not that Renee had a ton of interaction with the X-Men, but her powers had been enough to pique McCoy's curiosity more than once.

[hulkbusted]

"I can do anything that doesn't require fine manual dexterity." If this big furry Hank guy can do it, more power to him. "If it does, I can give instructions to someone with smaller hands."

Mostly he's looking for any sign of misaligned bones, unusual swelling, or signs that the blood flow to her fingers is impeded. Those he can all do without touching directly and potentially causing her unnecessary pain.

[afterburner]

"I think you'd have to try harder to hurt me too--I mean I'm not saying you couldn't, I'm not invulnerable, but..." Renee. Calm down. This is a really weird place to geek out, anyway. Besides, you don't need to make the guy uncomfortable.

"Don't mind me, I think I've moved over to babbling. But it doesn't hurt." Even the manipulation. Tony did a pretty good job, though maybe she hadn't actually gotten the bones misaligned in the first place. She could've gotten that lucky. Everything looks good.