Test Drive Meme 009

[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!

Dining Car

Situated above the kitchen the dining car has a large wooden table stretching the length of the carriage. Two long wooden benches run either side of it. At meal times it is inevitably crowded, chaotic and noisy without a doubt.

Try not to jostle your fellow diners as you navigate inter-universe table manners. Or is waiting better? Eating before or after everyone else so that you can eat in relative peace an entire table length from the next nearest person.

Or are you the rebel who starts a food fight?

Chores

Chores are part of life on board the Voidtrecker Express. Each team is assigned a task each month: Cleaning kitchen and bathrooms, cleaning bedrooms and passenger areas, laundry and cooking.

Obviously the only thing enforcing these chores in a passengers own conscience and their fellow travellers.

Are you diligent or do you shirk? Do you try swapping your tasks with someone else? Or just outright bribing someone to do your work for you? Work together to get the task done or try and persuade a lazy team member to pull their weight.

Snow Way!

In a small village a copy-cat of the supervillain Professor Chill has struck! She has no weather machine but holds the same ability to control snow- and seems to be using natural winter to attack the village.

Team One

The village is being attacked by snowmen and ice golems. Magically animated ice creatures that attack with sticks and claws. Protect the village by fighting off the snow creatures!

Team Two

Many of the village have tried to escape through a mountain pass. Go and help them evacuate. Fend off monsters, carry children or luggage. Help the villagers through the snowdrifts.

Team Three

Our villain seems as fond of puns as her predecessor and finding her is made either easier or harder by the trail of clues left by her. Clues consist of puns, ice riddles and snow facts. Solve the clues and track her down to bring her to justice.

Snowball fight!

Of course once the monsters and villain have been defeated there is some time to have fun in the snow. If anyone can stand the sight of it any more. Snowballs, snow angels and snowmen (the non animated kind) are yours for the making.

Have fun!

Comments

The Doctor | Doctor Who

[timeslastsoldier]

Dining Car

He doesn't eat before or after. In fact he seems content just to sit in the back of the car, fiddling with some sort of circuit board or another, a screwdriver behind his ear and wearing a visor with a headtorch to give him a little extra light. Feel free to come bother him if there aren't a lot of seats left. He generally doesn't mind the company.

Chores

He is diligently mopping the floor of the kitchen, humming a little song to himself as he goes. When he sees himself being watched, he smiles.

"Bit unusual, this. I'm not used to it. No better time to start, I say."


Village: Team two

The Doctor is carrying a kid on his back and one in his arms as he helps the villagers get to wherever it is they're going.

"When we're done here we should head back. I don't know how long they can survive out here. And whether they can or not doesn't matter. No one should be forced to leave their home."

Dining car

[fistsofchange]

Lin gave the Doctor a little nod as she sat down in an empty seat next to him with her food and started eating. After a moment, she glanced over at him again.

"Not hungry?"

Samata Mahto | Original

[tomatowizard]

[Samata Mahto is a grad student who had her arm cut off by an aristocrat (by accident), and when no one would punish him for it, she built herself a prosthetic arm, invented a new kind of magic and became her world's very first wizard, and accidentally started a violent revolution against the sorcerer ruling elite. Headstrong, clever, passionate, short tempered. Dresses like an extra from the cast of Les Miserables.]

[Chores]

Samata's team had dishes duty, and she had TRIED to sneak out of doing it, but it hadn't worked. So here she was, sulking and doing the dishes. Specifically drying them and putting them away. She seemed to be avoiding the actual washing part.

"I just don't want my arm to get rusty or get scraps of food caught in it. See, I have an excuse this time."

Sure enough, her left arm was made of metal plates and wire. It was slightly janky in how it moved, but it seemed to be moving under her control.

[Snow way, team one]

The fight against the snow golems was going...alright. There's a lot of dangerous people here, after all. Samata had been more or less hanging back and providing intel with her scrying mirror. Then a few of the golems had slipped around one flank, and she had panicked, and, well.

A huge explosion of fire lit up the battlefield. Streamers of flame shot out in every which way. It sure dealt with the golems, but it also came dangerously close to splashing on other passengers as well.

Samata looked distraught as she babbled to anyone in earshot. "I'm sorry! I thought I could get it to work right this time but I saw some golems and I panicked and at least it melted them right? Are you okay!?"

chores

[blue_ice]

As much as Kaiba doesn't believe that there is ever an excuse, there's a practical consideration to be made. He scoffs and shakes his head, tired of the habit.

"Sounds like that can be fixed. Fine. You can stick to the towel this month, but by the time we're on this task again I'll have built a flex-glove and you can scrub with the rest of us."

Waver Velvet | Fate/Zero [servantswap AU]

[littlefury]

[a; dining car;]

[The mealtime rush was too much to deal with. Waver was small enough as it was, he didn't want to deal with the claustrophobia of being towered over by half the train's population. So he was rarely seen until most of the initial chaos had died down, and only once he could claim a table alone--usually with just a cup of coffee, or something light if he ate much of anything at all. It looked like he'd rather keep himself busy scribbling in a notebook or fiddling with his SCA restlessly.]

[b; snow team three]

[Waver frowned at the latest 'clue' left by their nefarious adversary, reading it out loud:]

'Why do reindeer have fur coats...?' What kind of dumb question is that? I don't know how this is supposed to point us in any direction.

[He paused, reading the rest of the clue.]

'Because th...Because they look silly in snow suits?!'

[He made the universal noise of aggravation at a horrendously bad joke, about as close to spontaneously combusting from rage as a single person could be.]

[c; wildcard]

[go nuts]

two angery boys versus riddles

[clanimosity]

[Kurapika has to work a bit to stifle a laugh. It's not a good joke by any stretch of the imagination, but it seems like the kind of sideways logic Gon would appreciate.]

I agree that it doesn't seem very helpful, but it is true, for better or worse.

[He takes a moment to think, attempting to get his mind outside his usual method of thinking before frowning.]

This might be easier if we were familiar with the area, perhaps it ties to where reindeer gather? Or something involving a store that sells winter clothes?

[It's...a reach, but he's trying.]

seto kaiba | ygo dm

[blue_ice]

dining car

This human embodiment of grumpy cat is definitely one to avoid the rush by eating early. In fact, he's there so early that he opts to assist this month's cooking team, breezing through the kitchen for the fastest available options: coffee, toast, jam, egg, rice.

In lieu of a newspaper he's reviewing recipes on the ICP, toast in hand.

"...there are some things that should be illegal to do with jello molds."

rock garden

A pattern soon develops in Kaiba's travel on the train. He gravitates toward quiet places and solitary chores---going from near-total social isolation to close quarters with a large crew is mentally exhausting.

After sweeping the path of debris with a broom (yay chores) he kneels and begins to neatly arrange the rocks, a sure sign that he's going mad. Eventually, he sorts them by color, forming a simple outline of a dragon with the darker rocks. It pleases him, but the only visible sign of that is a slight relaxing in his posture.

snow team two

In a crisis, Kaiba is even more on edge than usual. He's peeking out from his snow gear with a scowl at a villager who seems reluctant to cross.

"We beat back the monsters. Stop dawdling or they'll come back!"

The person protests more, and Kaiba steps closer to his unfortunate teammate, dropping his voice to a conspiring whisper.

"...what are the potential consequences if we knock them out and drag them on a sled?"

two

[timeslastsoldier]

"How would you like if your home was being destroyed and someone concussed you and dragged out onto a sled." His eyes were flint. "You want to help? Go to the front of the line and help the stragglers. There's been enough violence today."

And he trudges back through the snow to help. Never mind that there are monsters gaining and the situation looks dire. He slips and nearly falls into a ravine but manages to haul himself up and take the villager by the hand, heft them up onto his back. But that won't save him from the monsters that are making short work of the path.

Bai Lin | Original

[fistsofchange]

[Bai Lin is a warrior monk from 22nd century China, post world ending nuclear war. The whole setting is a sort of mashup of Fist of the North Star and Mad Max. Exiled from her temple by a corrupt abbot, Lin travels the wastelands battling gangs and warlords, armed with deep moral principles, an unsinkable optimism in humanity, and deadly martial arts that border on supernatural. A wuxia fighter with the personality of a golden retriever.]

[Dining car]

Whoever did the cooking tonight hadn't done a great job. The whole cabin was complaining about the flavorless stew that had been served up. Except for the travel worn woman sitting at one table, chowing down like she might not ever get to eat again.

She blinked and looked up when she noticed someone was staring at her, suddenly a bit self-conscious. She stopped to swallow her mouthful properly and looked around.

"What? I've had worse."

[Snow way, Team two]

Lin trudged through the snow, shivering. She'd be having a much better time of it if she didn't have a child on her back who had been straggling behind because he couldn't keep the pace up. She stopped when some of the snow goons came out of a thicket of trees and sighed.

"I'm going to put you down now, okay? Don't worry, I'll be right back once I deal with these."

Lin put him down, spent a few more seconds assuring him that everything would be okay, and then turned as the snow monsters started getting close. What happened next was hard to follow. It could only be described as an explosion of violence as she blurred between targets. Her strikes were lightning fast and caused explosions of ice and snow wherever they landed, and the way she moved made it almost look like she didn't weigh anything at all. She CLEARLY knew what she was doing, and against non-living opponents like these, she didn't have to worry about pulling her punches to not kill anyone.

Honestly, it didn't take very long at all for her to deal with the first wave by herself. There were more, though.

[Snowball fight]

You were holding your own when suddenly a big ol' lump of snow fell down on you from above. Looking up, you saw Lin way up in the tree you were standing next to, looking smug and balancing on a branch that didn't have any snow on it anymore.

"Gotcha!"

Team two.

[demonbloodblade]

"There's a bunch of them." Meliantha pauses.

"Do you want the ones on the right or the ones on the left?"

It's just casually said.

Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul | Animorphs | Spoilers |trying hard to keep the 1st person spirit in 3rd.

[al_fangor]

Team One

He was tired of war. Tired of fighting. But at least defending was different than engaging entrenched invaders. And at least this battle had less shades of grey, less knowing that innocents would die no matter what he did. He had learned that there was no such thing as a clean war. But these creatures attacking weren't alive. And even if they were, his job wasn't to kill them, it was to defend the people. So he only had to fight anything that was actively attacking.

And there were few things as fast as an Adalite's tail. It flew through the snow creations, knocking them apart. The flat of the blade knocked aside claws and sticks and projectiles. He kept his hooves closed though, he did not want to absorb whatever they melted into. Just in case.


Chores

Thanks to his time on Earth he knew what most of these chores were at least. But now he wasn't quite sure which form was best for doing the chores. So someone might have tied a cloth to his bladed tail and was using it to remove dust from the taller places.... It was an odd sight, to be sure. After all he was unlike anything most humans had ever seen. He was a blue and tan centaur with a body that was more deer than equine. He had the sharp tail of a manticore or scorpion, only deadlier, thin weak looking arms, seven fingers on each hand, and a face that had no louth, but did have extra eyes on stalks that looked around independently of his main eyes. And he was wearing an apron and using his tail to dust. Mostly because he suspected the mental image of that would have amused Loren.

how do you feel about arachnids?

[themasterthief]

Well, that was certainly a new one. Garrett knew better than to assume this was a monster that was from Ryslig though. He didn't recall Foggy making any centaur creatures anyway. Minotaurs, yes; other half-human, half-animal types, also yes; part human, part scorpion, part deer and whatever else this guy was? Not so much.

He was intrigued though. Enough that he was watching the creature--man?--do some cleaning chores. The thief wondered how hard it would be to sneak up on the guy. Those extra eyes would make it almost impossible. But if anyone could do it it would be Garrett. They didn't call him the master thief back home for nothing.

But he would have done it while in the shadows had they been in The City. This train didn't provide enough cover or shadows to bother trying.

Still, he did wonder how long it would take the deer-man to notice Garrett was hanging out on the ceiling. That was the one advantage he had as an arachne. Especially useful in the tighter spaces and hallways of the train where he could escape the people passing each other awkwardly below.

Thor Odinson - MCU - Post-First Thor movie - OTA

[thepowerofthor]

Dining Car

Eating was a favorite thing of Thor's. he had a newfound delight in it, after his adventures on Midgard and being brought here had given him that back. He smiled as he ate hearty foods and drank down coffee, wondering what gods above and below he had made happy to have him sent here.

Here, he spoke with others, and always had a friendly word for those around him.

***

Chores

Thor did not mind working hard. He knew that sooner or later they could have time off the train, and possibly get to hit things, He lived for that, but he also liked this time down and the ability to just... rest and work.

He could be found not bothering to ask for help and just working hard at trying to finish tasks.

***

Snow Way! - Team Two

Thor moved with the villagers, two children riding his back and shoulders mas he trudged through the snow, his powers pushing against the wind and making for a small break in the nasty weather for those around him. he worked at the front, breaking the snow with falls of his hammer and making sure the ice was not bad as they moved to get these innocents out of the way.

When things attacked, his hammer led the way, hurled into oncoming fangs and claws, with his battle cry soon after. "For Asgard!"

***

Wilcard!

[ ooc: Pick a scene and throw it at me! ]

At last! Peter's dreams have come true!

[hashtagparkerluck]

Somehow, it slipped Peter's attention that one of his favorite Avengers managed to turn up on the train. Maybe he'd gotten sick and missed new arrivals or maybe he was just distracted there's really no telling.

Either way, he's just biting into some toast and jam as he makes his way into the dining car and nearly chokes-does choke-he definitely inhaled some jam. He coughs loudly but still tries to speak.

"Oh my god. Oh. My. God." He coughs out, at least polite not to cough on the god of thunder himself. "You're Thor. Oh my god. I can's believe-Oh my god." He is definitely way more handsome in person.

Mumei/Hozumi | Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress

[noname_mosquito]

Dining Car

The young girl scowls petulantly.

"But if there's nothing I can eat then why do I have to cook?"

Snow Way - Team One

She eyes the monsters and sniffs.

"They're slow and stupid. Much easier than Kabane. I'll clear a path. Let's see... One minute."

She reaches for the ribbon at her neck.

"Keep up!”

As the ribbon unties her eyes seem to glow, yellow red like hot coals. And then she bursts into motion, inhumanly fast as she leaps and takes the first one out feet first.

[babysage]

"Alright!" Slow and stupid is no match for him! Snow monsters are going to get smushed!

He jumps after her, also faster than any human, but not as fast as she is. He's still young after all and he's not used to fighting.

But big brother isn't here so it's up to him to protect all these people from these monsters. He barrels into a snowman and falls with it, disappearing into the snow before.

"Owww cold!" Comes a muffled voice from deep in the drift. He's probably fine.

Primrose Azelhart - Octopath Traveler

[bewilderinggrace]

Dinning Car

Primrose waits for the dining car to calm before taking a seat at the long wooden table. She eats silently and delicately, enough to fill her stomach and that was in. She had grown up with extravagance but time had dwindled her experiences and her approach to food. It was eaten to survive and didn't require the pom and circumstance that used to accompany family dinners within the Azelhart household.

"Excuse me." Her voice was delicate and polite. "Could you pass me a bit of bread?"

She didn't look like she belonged on the train. Her dancers attire covered very little of her skin while bits and pieces of jewelry adorned her neck, wrists and ankles. She was a dancer and her time traveling hasn't touched her appearance the way it might others.

Snow' Team Two

"Stand behind me." Primrose spoke in a delicate confident voice as the chilling wind whipped the fabric of her skirts around her slender pale legs. She was accustomed to fighting though no one looking at her would have guessed from the layers of silky (not at all warm) fabric that decorated her frame.

Once the children had moved behind her she extended her hand, her voice lowering an octave as she spoke. "Night Ode." Black wisps of power curl around her fingers as dark energy pools in the sky and then falls unto the creatures threatening to pair behind her. There was a sudden screaming crack the the hostile monsters crumble into piles of snow.

"You are safe now." Primrose turned towards the children and smiled kindly. "We should continue moving." She could handle a few at a time but it would be easy for them to get out numbered and out flanked. "The cave is close. Stay near me." Her voice trembled slightly as the cold began to penetrate her core. She should have taken one of those offered jackets after all.

Wild Card

[ooc: Come at me! Oh please someone start a snowball fight with Primrose. She hasn't had the chance to be a child in a looooong time.]

I really need to play this game. It looks so good.

[shutupnail]

It was the magic show that caught the Namekian's attention. He swooped in from the sky but the barrage of dark energy had already taken out the icy foes before he got within striking distance. Piccolo had learned years back to be wary around magic users. He couldn't sense their energy in the same way he could sense ki strength. All he could do was tell there was magic but not how strong the user was with it. It was a bit frightening though he would never admit or show that.

He set down on the ground a moment later and watched as the woman ushered the kids back the way from which he had come. He had just returned from escorting a family to the emergency shelter up the mountain pass. People were wary of him because of his appearance but his no-nonsense attitude brokered no arguments and his promises to protect people as they confronted snow monsters tended to lay to rest any further doubts.

Piccolo, therefore, was along their path to safety. He was fairly certain the lady was from the train but he wasn't sure why she was dressed so poorly for the cold. In his experience humans were entirely too susceptible to the cold unlike himself. Was she using magic to keep herself warm then? He'd seen ki users such as Goku and Tien use similar techniques to help get warm but it didn't always work out so well with the dunce-er of the two.

He glanced at the kids. They had managed to grab jackets on the way out of their homes but would the light things they brought be enough for the kind of horrible weather being brought down on them out of season? Piccolo wasn't certain.

"It's colder the further up the mountain you make it," he told them. His gaze swept over the kids and back up to the woman. "Are you three going to make it fine? I can speed things up or at least help with the cold."

Lan WangJi || Mo Dao Zu Shi

[achickenformylove]

Dining Car

Crowds and WangJi did not mix, especially when it came to meals. He preferred it far quieter than the noisy atmosphere of the dining car allowed and his family rules wouldn't allow talking during meals.

So rather than dealing with the crowds, he settled on going to eat at the later end of meals. It gave him the peace to sit and enjoy his food, such that it was, without others trying to get him to carry on a conversation.

Chores

Chores? Not usually something that he had to do, being the Second Master of Gusu Lan and a senior disciple in the sect. Such chores were usually left to others so that he could assist juniors on night hunts and go out as well. Especially now when he was spending most of that time outside the Cloud Recesses.

But since it was a requirement, he wouldn't shy away from it. He was used to following rules, over four thousand of them to be precise. Luckily he had gotten assigned laundry and cooking, two things not so difficult to do.

Though, apologies must be made. WangJi had no idea how to use spice when cooking. Everything would be bland unless someone helped.

Snow Way! Team One

Of course, when there was danger afoot, WangJi was more than willing to put himself at the forefront of it. He had his sword and his guqin to try and destroy these creatures. From a distance, he was using his guqin to send waves of energy at the creatures, ready to switch to his sword if they should get too close.

Chores- cooking~

[yilingdaddy]

At this point, Wei Wuxian keeps cooking some meals just because certain people complain about how his food is too spicy! Although there are a couple who only encourage him to make it even spicier!

He can't be expected to disappoint them, right?

And that's what he's planning on doing today, nose buried in a new book full of recipes and paying very little attention to whoever or whatever might be in his path. He's not in his usual robes though, deciding to stick to the blue uniform he's become used to wearing when on 'missions'.

The sound of someone else already moving around finally sinks in and he glances up. Only to freeze, book dropping from suddenly limp fingers.

Then he laughs and darts forward to fling himself at Wangji.

"Lan Zhan! I knew you'd be back."

Meliantha | Original

[demonbloodblade]

[Meliantha is a tiefling - demon-descended - woman from the Forgotten Realms D&D world. She's a fighter with a couple of levels in monk because being able to punch people a lot is helpful. She's very religious, worshipping the god of protectors, and will probably spend time getting in between people who look like they need protecting and what they need protecting from. She's also an emotional block, convinced she's unlovable, and probably has at least a small desire to die in battle.]

Dining Car

Being raised in a temple, Meliantha is used to this kind of a situation. She keeps her elbows to herself, eats what she can (at least one thing on the table she finds completely repugnant) and doesn't grab for new things until it's clear. As a result, it takes her twice as long and it seems like half the place is done and gone before she really gets a chance to eat.

"Well," she comments to the air (and anyone nearby), "at least most of it is edible."

Chores

Laundry. Well.

It brings up bad memories of her childhood. But she's also gotten distance from it. So she can do the laundry, and she's strong enough that even the heaviest stacks are easy for her - she'll sometimes help someone who seems to be overburdened carry things.

Anyone who watches enough can tell she avoids anything related to bleach, though.

Snow Way! Team Two

Meliantha is one of the finest swordswomen of her world. With a blade in hand, she can do a lot. But the transport here didn't bring Chainbreaker with her, so she has no sword.

That doesn't matter. Her travels also taught her how to fight with her hands and feet, and while she's not quite as dangerous, well, she can lift half a ton, and combining that force with her skills means that a lot of these monsters are not going to be returning. And with her non-human heritage, the cold isn't bothering her too much, either.

"Run," she yells at some of the villagers, as she puts herself between that group and some of the snowbeings. One of them, a snowman that towers half again her height, gets both her hands through its chest, and then she spreads her arms, tearing a trench that breaks whatever is animating it and makes it collapse. With a savage grin (made more savage by the sharp teeth it reveals, she looks at the oncoming horde and snarls a challenge:

"Come and have a go if you think you're tough enough!"

chores

[babysage]

Kotaro on the other hand is having a lot of fun with laundry, but probably not in the way that will result in anyone getting clean clothes back. He's not sure how to use the machines, his brother is more the type to beat up human technology than figure out how to use it and so Kotaro knows how to clean clothes the old fashioned way but not how to put powder into a machine.

So he is making it up, humming as he pours different things into different parts of the machine and puts different clothes in each. Someone had definitely mentioned separating it all so all the socks in this one, all the hoodies in this one.

He sees the woman who is definitely not human, with a huge pile of clothes and runs up to her. "I can take those!"

Allen Walker | D.Gray-Man

[mynameisallen]

Dining Car
There was an awful lot of people, but this was something Allen had grown used to back at the Order, huge crowds of people eating together as friends would.

So even though in front of Allen was an unusual amount of food, Allen was planning on sitting with others crowded or not, even if he didn't actually know anyone. But he seemed to be enjoying whatever it was he was eating at the moment. At least until something hit him in the back of the head, causing him to twitch slightly and look over to whoever was the culprit.

Snow Way! - Team One
Now this was something the boy was used to. Fighting and helping people. Sticking to his claw form, he swiped at one of the ice golems, sending it back for the moment while he looked over at what everyone else was up to.

"Hey, are things going well over there?"

Dining Car

[noname_mosquito]

The person responsible is a young girl, maybe fifteen or so, who had tossed a pea at him.

"Hi! You look healthy. I'm hungry, and I can't eat any of this. Would you help me out?"

Edward Elric | Fullmetal Alchemist (Manga/Brotherhood)

[heartofmetal]

(ooc: Despite what my journal says, I'd be taking Ed from episode 37/chapter 71.)


Dining Car

Even in this place, something haunted him. Something that he seemed to be unable to escape, as it was unfortunately universal.

Milk.

Ed looked uncomfortable sitting there when someone nearby was drinking milk. Even if it wasn't offered to him and he didn't need to drink it, it was a reminder of all the times he was told to drink it to grow taller.

He'd be especially uncomfortable if someone enjoyed drinking milk.

Don't mind him sweating as he's trying to eat his food.


Team One

Ed is glad his automail was changed so it's fitting for the cold icy weather. After being stuck inside the train for a while and doing mostly boring chores, he's looking forward to fighting. Thus he slaps his hands together and transforms his metallic arm into a blade before running off to fight with a nearby ice golem. Yes, he's notably shorter than the golem is, but what is a little bit of challenge.

dining car

[littlefury]

"Are...you okay?"

He really didn't want to poke the hornet's nest, such as it was; it seemed like whatever was bothering Edward was really bothering him. Notably, Waver himself barely broke five feet tall and was drinking black coffee. Maybe there was something to the milk problem after all.

"Is it a little crowded by your standards, too?"

homura akemi ( puella magi madoka magica )

[negated]

i. dining car

( She's only just arrived, and as far as she's aware, she's not run into anyone from her world. Which was fine-- honestly, even preferable. God forbid Madoka ever become trapped in this interdimensional hammerspace with her, and vulnerable to whatever dangers it presents.

But-- much to her dismay, the dining car is rather crowded. Nary an empty space in sight. So, resignedly, she finds herself drawn to the nearest end of the table that was relatively less cluttered, tray in hand: )

Would you care if I joined?

ii. chores

( Chores? She hardly minded them. And-- if anything, gave her something to pass the time with. No matter the task, she's a prompt and diligent little devil. From sweeping and mopping the floors, to washing and folding the laundry. She might even take the liberty of doing your tasks, if you so let her (or even if you didn't.) Perhaps you'd like to come up and thank her for her hard work? Or join her in her efforts. She's hardly one to complain. )

iii. wildcard

( Have something else in mind? Hmu! I'm pretty flexible. )

i.

[littlefury]

Oh, uh...

[He hated the overcrowding of the dining car, that much was obvious from how far Waver had tried to sit from literally anyone else. But the need for coffee outweighed the desire not to deal with people, sometimes.]

Sure, go ahead.

[At least it looked like she was similarly hesitant about it.]

Persephone | Lore Olympus

[springforth]

Dining Car

The chaos is almost familiar. Of course her mother never let things get quite this loud and out of hand, but being surrounded by people, never quite alone, is something she misses sometimes. The camaraderie of being one of many just trying to get something to eat.

That said, finding a place to sit is a little more difficult. She finally taps someone on the shoulder and gestures to the space next to them with her free hand.

"Can I have a seat? I won't bite."


Chores

Does baking count as a cooking chore? Persephone isn't entirely sure but who doesn't want something sweet from time to time. It's community service as far as she's concerned. The process of making phyllo dough and cooking down dates has her spending most of her day in the kitchen, but the end result is delicious. Flaky date pastries for everyone!

And about two hours late for dinner. Well. There's a few stragglers.

"Take one! Dessert is better late than never right?"

Team Two

Magical mystical goddess powers are good for one thing at least, and that's getting her out of ridiculous situations like this. When there's no one particularly close to the golems, she throws out a hand. Vines twist and curl from the frozen ground, wrapping around their legs and arms, not hurting but certainly keeping them from attacking.

"I'm not sure how long those will hold!" Who thought she'd be fighting anything? Not her.

Dining Car

[noname_mosquito]

The young girl looks up from where she had been morosely playing with her plate - it doesn't look like she's even taken a bite.

"You bite? Are you a kabane?" She says warily.

Dyme Graydon | Original

[swansongs]

A. Chores

Dyme didn't really know the first thing about cooking. If it wasn't a frozen meal or a sandwich, he was pretty damn clueless. Cooking rice? Probably simple for a lot of other people, but Dyme peered into the pot like it was the most foreign thing, like maybe he expected it to jump out at him.

"What the fuuuuuck," he muttered under his breath, "Is it supposed to look like that? I don't know if I'm doing this right."

B. Snowball Fight

If there was one thing Dyme was used to, it was snow. Winters in Ceol had always involved a lot of snow, and Dyme didn't mind the cold so much. He hadn't had an actual snowball fight since he was a kid and his brother had been alive. It felt a little like stepping back in time, as he packed another snowball and flung it at his target. He didn't have the best aim, so it might miss. Or it might nail them. Either way, he was laughing.

C. Snow Angels

Flopped in the impression of a snow angel, Dyme lied there and stared up at the sky. There was snow on his clothes, some in his hair despite the hood on his jacket being up, but he didn't mind. Despite all the fighting they'd gone through earlier with the snow abominations, he felt free and relaxed. For just a minute, or however long he stayed here, he didn't have any responsibilities, no worries. The day was won, and he'd helped--kind of. He wasn't a trained fighter, but he'd done his best.

"Highly recommend a snow angel," he said to anyone passing by, "Very youthful."

Chores

[luckybucky]

Bucky leans over Dyme's shoulder, peering into the pot with him. "Looks okay, but you wanna leave the lid on. The steam is part of what cooks it," he replies, turning his attention back to the massive pan he was fussing with. There was meat and some kind of liquid and vegetables all simmering away.

Misaki Okusawa, aka Michelle the Bear | Bandori | OTA

[djmichelle]

Dining Car

Thank god there's coffee on this train. Misaki is here with a cup in the early morning, taking advantage of the quiet to give herself space to think. A small notebook is in front of her on the table, which contains a few written down melodies into bars. Oddly enough, she's finding it's a little harder to work with the peace and quiet, without the company of those three idiots and Kanon. Maybe she should be looking for someone to pester her after all.

Snow Way! Team 2

Among those walking through the mountain pass, there's one particularly odd figure... beary odd indeed. The bear seems to have gotten the attention of several of the kids trekking to evacuate, and right now, the pink bear is trying to keep them from climbing on her.

"Hey, hey, I can't carry all of you at once...be good little boys and girls and stay with your parents!" A girl's voice comes from the bear suit, in a vain attempt to maintain order. Jeez, are these kids forgetting this is a dangerous situation?

Snowball Fight!

One good thing about having to wear the Michelle suit on missions like this is that it feels warm, so Misaki hasn't been feeling the cold too badly. Though she's not really sure she can participate in any snowball fights right now, so instead...she flops down on her back in the snow, letting her body relax after the struggles of the mission. Man, she could take a nap in here.

It's then she realizes that she won't be able to stand back up without taking the suit off. Given that it's her best protection against the cold, that sounds like a bad idea, however. Send help, please.

snow way

[happyends]

Oh geez. It's not surprising that the children would try to climb such a mascot-looking creature, but it's still very obvious to Madoka even from a distance that it looks like the bear is about to topple over under all that weight if the children would actually manage to get up there, especially with how much the children move.

And so of course she immediately moves over to try and help with the situation. Madoka is already gently grabbing one of the children by the shoulders to try and pry them off the bear, but it's like said child has decided to cling to it with an iron grip.

"A.. Ah, please don't bother the bear too much.."

Sorry for calling you a bear, Misaki, it's just that Madoka has no idea who or what is in it - or honestly, with the way this place looks, it could just.. actually be a bear.. - and she doesn't want to be rude!

Song Lan • Mo Dao Zu Shi

[mysophobe]

DININGCAR.

Song Lan is no stranger to crowded mealtimes. The Baixue Pavilion was filled with eager disciples who worked hard and worked up an appetite. The only differences being the lack of familiar faces and the general lack of knowledge others have of him. The disciples of Baixue Pavilion knew of Song Lan’s aversion to touch and get him a wide berth. Even without it, he’s adept at moving through crowds in such a way as to avoid contact. Such crowds were often on roads much wider than this small dining carriage. So, after a few days of observing, he learns when most of the passengers have gone and arrives later to avoid the crowd. Maybe you noticed him watching. He’s never completely alone when he takes his meals, but he makes no efforts to chat, presuming others simply wish to be left in peace to eat. Feel free to prove him wrong.

DAILYCHORES.

The ultimate catch-22: being mysophobic and having to clean up after others. It’s one thing to clean up after oneself, but others? The thought makes Song Lan shudder. However, he isn’t going to shirk the responsibility. He’ll make his way through the passenger areas in his dark robes, gloves, and a handkerchief covering the lower half of his face. He makes his way through each room, diligently dusting, sweeping, and making up the beds… until he encounters a room that’s still occupied. He bows politely as he backs out of the room.

“Please excuse me. I will come back.”

SNOWWAY.

Song Lan joins team one in defending the village against the wintry monsters. He’s more than skilled in this sort of battle, using both sword and whisk to inflict maximum damage. He brushes sticks away with the whisk, slashing at claws with his blade. Zichen’s used to fighting as part of a pair; he hasn’t yet fully adjusted to the change which leaves him somewhat vulnerable in the heated pitch of battle. Maybe you noticed and want to help him out?

SNOWBALL.

Dark robes against the backdrop of white snow make for a clear target. Unfortunately, Song Lan doesn’t know there’s a snowball fight going on… until he’s his square in the chest with a hard lump of snow. Dark eyes blink and his hand reaches immediately for the sword at his back lest another attack comes.

WILDCARD.

Choose your own adventure.

Chores

[marriedanidiot]

Nerdanel looks up and she smiles welcomingly at him.

"Oh, no, please come in. Your pardon, I fear I was distracted - are you here to help with the linens? Here, let me."

Olivia "Liv" Moore | iZombie

[amwhatieat]

[DINING CAR]
[She feels more than a little strange sitting in the dining car, especially given her dietary restrictions. It's not like Liv tends to go out wining and dining on the regular, as what is the point? Tensions have been troublesome enough anyway, and she just makes her spicy foods at home, or in the morgue, which once may have made her wrinkle her nose in disgust, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

The question is, now what? It's not like they had said, Hello! We are kidnapping you for experiments! or anything like that. Not that she wants to be kidnapped for experiments anyway. Ravi she trusts, and she knows him, so he can poke and prod, well maybe not prod, but the sentiment remains. It's not like he had to help her once he had learned, but he did, and he's been a great help since.

But now?

She is pale on pale on pale. Pale skin. Pale hair. Her disguise had been gone when she had found herself on the platform, but it's not like anyone had run around screaming zombie and tried to blow her head off. She'd pass on that experience. But she does find that this place makes little sense, and the answers that she has gotten aren't exactly the clearest. She didn't buy a ticket and she didn't win a trip, but here she is, a hero- She glances up, a deer in headlights look as she catches someone's gaze, and smiles after a moment.]

Oh. Don't mind me. Not that hungry. A lot of my mind, you know.

[Her table is completely void of both food and water.]

[Exploring]
[Liv doesn't really know what to make of it all. The train is like a normal train in some regards, and yet really not in others. Looking outside the windows can tell you that. There is a part of her that wonders if it is just some illusion and what would happen if she tried to open one, but she's not there yet.

She has been in the library longer than intended, snooping around as if looking for clues.]

The Butler, in the library, with the candlestick!

[Muttering to herself as she continued to nose around. Nothing had really turned up though, other than the fact that all the books did seem to be of a wide variety, and the quality of some left something to be desired... No history or real explanation. No computer to start up on a search engine and ask google where am I or what is the voidtrecker express?


Later she is roaming the hallways, a tube in one hand, as someone aboard seemed to know her secret... Not that she's ever needed to survive of them, as working in the morgue had given her access to the brain supply that she needed, but the last thing that she wanted to happen here was for her to go legit zombie and start snacking on living people...


She does poke around the medical car. Once, of course, she had wanted to actually deal with living people, but after everything that had happened a the boat party, Liv had needed to change the whole entire trajectory of her life. Not that others had understood what had caused it, as it wasn't something that Liv could explain without fear. Things had changed a little though, and she wondered over the materials as she poked about cupboards and looked at the various areas that consisted of the medical area.]

Not out of the dark ages, anyway.

[Snow Way! - Team One]
[A mission. It seems a little strange, but then again, she is a zombie. How much stranger is it when compared to that? The cold doesn't really bother her, although she is bundled up regardless, as she most certainly doesn't want to accidentally do anything that's going to make another person have the same condition that she has.

It seems like something out of a movie, but she doesn't feel like a certain mouse's princess. Magically animated ice creatures - not that she actually quite believes that, maybe. Like her own state of being, it could well be something that science just doesn't understand, right?

It is why Liv may be more than a little skeptical, even as they creatures start to advance. People in a costume? They do look fairly authentic, if so, and she does find herself watching them advance with a keen mind, wondering about- until a stick is aimed at her.]

Hey! How about we don't?

[Okay, so they are serious and she's going to have to pay a little more attention, even though her mind does go to Ravi, thinking that he would likely find all of this fascinating. But her hand reached out, tugging the stick away, and then what? She gives a kick, watching it tumble to the side, but she's distracted by the appearance of another creature, raising her stick to parry the blow, although she'd have been much better had she eaten a brain of someone who at least had some sword skills.]

No. Stop it. You're starting to make me angry...

[Because that smarted, being whacked with a stick, and maybe this is a bit more serious than a winter wonderland. It's not like any of it makes sense, but if these things are trying to harm the village, well, Liv's not going to let that happen.]

Watch it!

[As she whacks the head of a snowman advancing on the person near her with her stolen stick.]

Daia | Daia Game

[diamondsfortears]

[ 1. Dining Car ]

This... this is how they're supposed to eat around here.

"It's so........ crowded."

He's sitting in the corner, looking more than a little distressed. But hunger is definitely urging him forward. He edges up to the table, wondering if he should. Well... Mysterious circumstances pulled him here, maybe those same mysterious circumstances will also provide for him?

He doesn't think to really doubt it. After all, it's not like he can just go outside to hunt. In a mix of desperation and curiosity, he nudges his way around the table, bumping quite a few people with muttered sorrys, as he tries to rustle around on the table to look for something.

The problem is... he's not finding anything resembling what he was looking for.

Well, what did he expect anyway?

He lets out a saddened sigh as tears well up in his eyes.

"What am I going to do about food now...?"

If only Kuro was here; he'd save him.


[ 2. Chores ]

If there's one thing Daia is good at, it's definitely chores. Cleaning especially. Uhm, cooking though, not so much. So, when it's his turn to cook, well...

There's a mess. Spatters of food all over the cookbook, the counter covered in an unknown grime. And the silver-haired child is covered in his own share of the mess, as he's sending out spatters while trying to frivolously mix what's in the mixing bowl. He smudges the mixture - what is this supposed to be, anyway? - over one of his eyes and keeps it closed accordingly as he tries to look at the recipe again, trying to wipe away the smears on it.

"Two.... two? No, twenty ounces of lemon juice!" He sounds thrilled with himself for being able to read it. He didn't read it correctly at all, though... It was definitely only two..

He pours the lemon juice into a measuring cup, spilling excess everywhere, then adds the sour stuff to the mix, stirring it in.

"Wow! This just got a lot easier!" he beams brightly.

Uhm.... someone might want to stop him, before he accidentally poisons the crew.


[ 3. Snow Way - Team One ]

Daia is... trying his best. Though it's certainly taking all he's got. The cold air isn't bothering him too terribly much, but these monsters kind of are. He's never even seen ice monsters before, and it's a little terrifying.

But still, he tries his best to fight them back, slashing at them one at a time. The problem is... he really doesn't know how to fight. How he got stuck on this mission is beyond him, as he remembers all the fights he lost against Kuro. He's weak and he knows it. He whines when he tries to attack a snow golem, clutching his hand as he falters back, and barely dodges out of the way of the creature's swing.

Yikes, that was close!!! Maybe.... maybe he should try the snowmen instead. They look softer.

He launches himself at one, grabbing onto with all he's got, and plants his teeth hoping to get some blood and implant his toxins into it.

Except these don't have blood. And all he gets is a brain freeze.

He tenses up, the sensation aching throughout his head, and he falls to the ground clutching his head as he lets out a pained yell.

Poor kid has never had brain freeze before, and his first time couldn't have happened at a worse time. The snowman looms over him, ready to strike.


[ 4. Snowball Fight ]

Now this is much better. Daia definitely prefers his snow un-alive, thank you very much. And he's looking around as others play in it. It reminds him of how he used to watch children play with it, though he never got involved before... not with the Hunters watching him so closely. But maybe... Maybe now is his chance. He hasn't seen Kuro or another hunter since he arrived here.

...It would definitely be nice to have some fun, for a change. With humans, even.

He scoops up some snow, forming it into a ball, feeling his hands ache from the cold a little. And then he adds more snow, and more snow, until he has a soccer ball-sized pile in his hands.

And then....

He pelts it as hard as he can at the nearest person.

The problem is, unless you're particularly close, that snowball is probably going to fall short. All that weight plus being a general weakling means poor throwing skills.

If it does hit you, he'll laugh at you, "Haha! I win!!"

If it falls short, he'll just stare dumbfounded, wide-eyed and confused. Why didn't it work???

I - Dining Car (Forgive the icons just now; not sure what his robo-body would look like.)

[iamnotgod]

If Daia thought he was out of place, the somewhat-small (read: barely taller than the boy is) robot gazing about in bafflement only felt moreso.

Still, feeling out of place was no excuse to Webmind not to be helpful.

"Maybe if you tell me what you're used to eating, I could describe what the equivalent food looks like here?" he offered, raising a tinny-looking hand to go with his tinny voice.

Not being able to sound like Marc Vietor here was something of a minus, given it made him sound less calming and relaxed, but he may as well work with what he had.

Hephaistion (Assassin) | Fate Grand Order AU

[hetooisalexander]

a. Dining
[Hephaestion is first to come and last to leave the dining area during meals. Not for the food. Food is fine. Different than he's used to but fine. Food is food. It's just a perfect place to indulge in his favourite activity: people watching.

Now with the added dimension of the sheer diversity of persons. Some of them not even people at all. So he'd nibble his own meal a little at a time, as slow as he can and observes. He comes with who. Who comes alone. Are there any groups? Families? Who eats together. He doesn't.

He can do this all day.

Should anyone approach him he welcomes them with a smile. And a question.]

Do you know who is on a cooking duty today?

b. Team One. The siege.

[Hephaestion is everywhere. When he's not throwing improvised spears at the incoming hordes, he runs around checking the defenders' positions. Constantly reassessing their situation. In any siege they greatest enemy of those inside the keep is time. Nothing else. In time people grow tired, in time people lose faith. But a cunning man is never short of resources.]

Bring more hot water here! We need to keep this passage blocked!

[He yells in the direction of the nearest person he can find.]

Siege

[undertheweight]

[Wrathion...can't help but look a bit confused. Water? Oh, he supposed they could take the time to actually melt water and then carry it here, but there were other more important things to be doing. Were there not? Besides, there was an easier solution.]

Why bring water? Wouldn't using fire be simpler?

[It's not obvious, perhaps, but that was something he certainly could manage...]

Spinel | Steven Universe

[gardenstatue]

Dining Car

Being alone is something the gem avoids, so naturally gatherings in the dining car draw her in despite not being in need of sustenance to continue existing. The crowd makes no real difference in her ability to move through the space when Spinel is an expert in flexing and stretching every which way to slip passed obstacles, so she makes a point of using the gathering as a chance to visit with other passengers. The buzzing atmosphere is energizing for her, and brings out a wide smile in her expression.

On her way around the table, she spots a meal and a face that draws her attention, and flattens herself to the wall only to sink and flow her way under the table to come up to sit on the open spot on the bench next to them as she pops back into a fully three-dimensional shape.

Spinel leans sideways to peer curiously at the meal in front of them and inquires, “Whatcha got today? Is it good?”

Chores

There is nothing inherently fun about performing maintenance tasks such as cleaning, but she is not going to avoid it when it benefits the others aboard the train. Even being a willing participant, she has to entertain herself (and anyone else present) somehow. For today, that consists of singing her rendition of a song she picked up during the last train stop while moping the kitchen floor.

Her singing stops suddenly when she realizes she has mopped herself into a literal corner. She learned the hard way last time not to step on the wet surface until it dries, so now out of dry floor to retreat to, she balances on the tips of her curled shoes while holding the mop.

“Uhhh.....hm. Didn’t see this coming.”

Team Two

Versatile as she happens to be and with fighting the incoming monsters more than handled, Spinel is focused on keeping the rear of the throng of people moving in her group caught up with the others. Walking through the snow with her legs stretched like stilts, she has a perfect view of anything that might give chase or potential obstacles that could close in from the sides. Or, in this case, when a small one is falling behind at the back. Lengthening her arm, she grabs that same arm with her hand to make a loop and twirls it overhead like a lasso before casting it to catch the loop around the boy. Her arm tightens in a hug at the waist, and she plucks him up out of the snow to reel in and tuck against her side to hold on a hip. She intended to put him back down with whoever showed recognition of him, but her thoughts to that stop when she realizes the child is shaking.

“H-Hey! This one’s shaking real bad. What’s that mean again?”

Cold is a factor for organic beings, not her.

Team Two

[diamondsfortears]

Daia is trying hard to keep others close together and helping to guide them along. But when he hears a voice behind calling out about a shaking person, Daia tells everyone he'll be right back and rushes back to Spinel and the child. He reaches to touch the child's skin and feels the cold on him.

He frowns worriedly.

"He's cold... Hang on."

Daia pulls his coat off and holds it out to Spinel.

"Here, this will help him keep warm."

Will Daia get cold? Yes. But this child needs it more than he does. He's seen humans die from cold before... And it's always so sad.

Sae Kurosawa | Fatal Frame 2

[shinkunochou]

[Dining Car]

[Well, she’s here, very much...alive. Which is weird. She's not entirely sure how she feels about that? She's been dead a pretty long time, after all, though the passage of time gets strange when your (un)life is regulated to repeating the same handful of nights forever.

While her clarity of mind seems to have mostly returned, which she's thankful for, so has a number of needs she's been fine doing without. Like hunger.

She's not at all sure how this provided food thing is supposed to work. They definitely didn't have this in rural ancient Japanese villages, okay? So, her white funeral kimono still covered in blood, bare feet freezing against the floor (that's another annoying thing, realizing temperature changes now), Sae just sort of. stands in the middle of everything, trying to study how people are getting food and how all this is supposed to work.

But she hesitates still, her stomach beginning to growl fiercely to the point she's wincing in pain over how hungry she is. Does she just sit? There’s so many people...]

What do I...do...?

[Snow; Team 1]

[Sae is not a fighter. She’s never had to do anything like it in her life, but she knows how to protect herself. She doesn’t care about the other people, really, they’re just sort of...collateral.

Her laughter starts up as the air around her beings to crackle with a purely evil energy, a darkness that seems almost physical that flowed around her like a shroud, darting out to blanket over the monsters—and any dead villagers left behind.

At first nothing seems to happen, but then the monsters begin to drop and convulse. The dead villagers begin to twitch and rise and Sae’s laughter grows hysterical and manic. The darkness doesn’t seem to be stopping and there’s a wild look in her eyes as it seems to begin to infect her too, the spirits of the dead villagers groaning and seeming to be waiting on a command. She throws her hand out in a ‘go!’ Gesture. The corpses begin to attack the monsters, so at least they’re focused on the right task?

For now.

Though eventually Sae begins to sway, her laughter seeming to swing between that and sobbing noises, but it’s... fine.

That’s a lie it’s not fine.]

[Snowball Fight]

[Now that the danger has passed, Sae doesn’t know what to do with herself. She’s still barefoot, still dressed in the thin funeral kimono, still splattered with blood in a pattern like a butterfly’s wing.

And freezing,

She hugs herself and shivers violently, tears filling her eyes.]

I want to go home.

snowball fight

[littlefury]

[Waver was exhausted after all that. It looked like things had generally settled and the crisis averted for the most part. Except for...all that blood. And the girl in the kimono. And the blood. Did he mention the blood?]

[Okay. Deep breath. She was obviously not in much of a state to be left alone even if that blood wasn't hers. (And Waver dearly hoped it wasn't.) He couldn't just keep walking and pretend he didn't see her, but how was he supposed to handle this? What would Lancer have done right now?]

H-hey... [Nailed it. Voice definitely not shaking like a leaf.] It's...it's okay. Are you hurt?

The Doctor (10) | Doctor Who

[likesimpossible]

Dining Car

With an entire train to explore, where does the Doctor end up but in the dining car? Oh, he's not there to eat, not really, although the food does smell delightful. No, instead, he's at one of the walls with his ear pressed up against it.

A curious sight, isn't it? Care to ask him what he's doing? He might appear very interested in listening to the walls, but he certainly won't mind the interruption.

...Or will he?

Snow Way: Team Three

The Doctor's always loved a good puzzle: finding clues, solving riddles, solving the whole thing at the end, or not... He enjoys the whole thing. So naturally, when it comes out that there's a puzzle to be solved, he's rather like the kid in the candy store, grinning ear to ear.

"Oi, what sort of question is that?" The Doctor's just found another clue, although it's not really much of a clue at all. He reads the question and then the answer aloud: "What is an ig? A snow house without a loo!"

Having done so, he immediately makes a face. "That's not funny at all, and that's saying something. And I don't see how that's going to lead us anywhere at all, do you?" He directs that last bit at the nearest person passing by.

Snowball Fight

The Doctor might be old, but he loves to have a good time, and what better way to do that than to start a snowball fight? He can be found busily forming snowballs and stacking them up in a neat little pile.

Care to team up with him? Or perhaps being his opposition is more appealing. Regardless, the Doctor is all about having fun.

Dining Car

[gardenstatue]

The gem is wandering around the dining car herself when she spots someone that looks like a man with his ear pressed to the wall. It’s rather unusual, even around here. Spinel will stand where she is to watch him for a moment, then sidles her way over to the particular section of wall where he is standing to come up in front of him where he can see her.

Rather than ask him however, the gem decides to listen for herself. Pressing the side of her head against the wall, she oddly also turns her neck enough to put her chest flat to the wall as well to see if she can hear something different from the usual ambiance of the train moving in the void.

Steve Rogers | MCU

[pastpermission]

Dining Car

Steve's tastes are simple: a ham sandwich and a bowl of chicken noodle soup is good enough for him. Honestly, it feels good to do something as mundane as sit down and eat a filling dinner. Or lunch. Whatever it is. The only thing that would make this better is if he had some company, but beggars can't be choosers.

Chores

Here's a guy who's no stranger to hard work. The way Steve sees it, it passes the time and it cleans up the place. It's definitely a win/win in his book, so he's gotten himself a broom and dustpan and he's sweeping around the dining car. He's so engrossed in his work that at first, he doesn't even notice when someone walks in.

When he does, he's quick to sweep up the dust pile and look up at the newcomer with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, I'm just about done, so help yourself." He doesn't want to be the one to stop someone from grabbing a bite to eat.

Snow Way: Team One

Steve's not quite sure how he got swept up in this, but when push comes to shove, there's nothing for him to do but try and fight off the monsters with the others. It feels beyond strange to go after ice creatures with a gun and his fists, but that's all he's got going for him right now.

He's about to go in for another hit when he spots someone who looks like they're getting in the worst part of harm's way. "Hey, watch out behind you!"

Dining Car

[hashtagparkerluck]

Company comes in the form of a particularly tired looking Spider-Kid. His hair is sticking out in places and he looks a lot like he might have just rolled out of bed. Please ignore that it's probably after mid-day. He's fine. He doesn't need anyone else getting on his case about bad sleeping habits.

He lets out a powerful yawn and slips into a seat before just staring blankly at the table as he does every morning. He's got a can of Monster in one hand and takes a long drink. Give him a few seconds, he'll wake up more soon.