voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 009

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!

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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."

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.

"Oh." Dyme plunked the lid down on the pot, leaning against the counter next to the stove. "Thanks. I've never cooked rice before. Or uh, anything, actually," he admitted. Not with enough regularity that he knew what he was doing, at least. He'd cooked the odd meal here and there, but he had the help of an online recipe the entire way.

"Do you want to learn? For more than just what you need to do for chores, I mean," he replies, stirring his pan a little, glancing over at Dyme. "Lots of people don't really know what they're doing in the kitchen, but there's recipes in the screen thing if you ever need them," he gestures towards the ICP. "But if you want to learn some of the basics, I can help with that," he'd had to help his mom with cooking, and spent two years on his own with limited funds. He was no chef, but he knew his way around a kitchen.

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Dyme nodded. "I wouldn't mind learning some things." Even if it was just the basics. Especially if it was just the basics. That would already be more than he knew. He couldn't promise to pick things up fast, since the only thing he seemed to learn well was anything music related, but he'd do his best. "So long as it's not a hassle."

Bucky nods. "It's going to be difficult to fit you into my incredibly dense schedule," he agrees, smiling lopsidedly. "First things first, safety..." Dyme just signed himself up for a thirty minute lecture, with demonstrations, of how to Not Hurt Yourself in the Kitchen. Mostly it's common sense stuff, like don't aim steam at yourself, and hold knives as if they're sharp.

There's one interesting demonstration, though, where Bucky starts burning a tiny pat of butter in a pan, puts it in the sink, and reaches over it with his metal arm. He turns on the cold water, and the grease practically explodes up onto his arm. "So don't ever do that..." as he wipes his metal arm down with a towel.

He laughed. That was a joke, right? Bucky wouldn't have made the offer if he was busy, right?

Okay, some of that he already knew. Some of it was boring. But the part with the butter and the water, that was cool, which it probably shouldn't be, and Dyme was immediately distracted by Bucky's arm. Not that he hadn't noticed it before, because he had, but he'd been trying not to stare before.

"Dude, that's super cool. Your arm, I mean." Not the explosion of butter grease. That had been vaguely terrifying.

Bucky blinks, looking at his arm, and manages a smile. "Everyone else seems to think so," he agrees, setting the pan aside to be cleaned up later, and wiping down the grease that had splattered.

He nods towards the pan he'd been working with when they first started. "Would you mind giving that a quick stir while I finish cleaning up?"

He really, really wanted to ask how Bucky had gotten that arm, but he had a feeling that would be prying, and Bucky didn't seem to agree that his arm was cool, so... Dyme didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure," he said, turning to the pan and giving the contents a good stir around, making sure nothing was sticking or burning.

When he was done, Bucky went back to his pan, watching Dyme give it a stir. "The arm came with a lot of bad experiences," he explains quietly. "It's still weird to me, that people don't hate it."

"Oh..." Dyme ducked his head, glancing over at Bucky. "I know how that goes. Sorry." He couldn't begin to imagine the kind of bad experiences that went with losing an entire arm and getting a metal one in return, though. He was sure Bucky would rather have his own flesh and blood back. "Why would other people hate it, though?"

Evie's been cooking since she could walk, her mother making sure Evie understood how cooking worked, just to 'land the perfect prince with a big castle!' And Evie hadn't landed a prince, but that was fine. She was happiest without worrying about what her mother or a guy thought.

She was also happy with cooking. She found peace and joy in it, and she found the same in helping people. So when Dyme expresses concern that the rice looks wrong? Evie leans in to peek at it.

"Add about a cup more of the chicken broth, stir it, turn the heat down to low and put a lid on. Otherwise, you did pretty good."

Dyme perked up, even as he got the broth to very carefully measure out the right amount to add to the rice. "Really? I was worrying I'd managed to ruin it or something." He was pretty proud of himself for doing it pretty good, though. After giving the rice a stir, he fished out a lid to set on top of the pot, before turning down the heat. "I've never made rice before." Or much of anything that actually involved cooking.

"I can teach you. I've been cooking since I was a toddler. It makes sense that I've picked up a trick or two, right?" Evie replies with a grin.

"So now, all you have to do is let that cook for a bit. Try to not stir it too much, or it turns into mushy rice."

"Thanks." He'd never had anyone to teach him, was the main problem. His father had never been around, and his brother hadn't been able to cook very well, either. His mother probably would've taught him a thing or two, if he'd known her.

"Oh, so it's like the opposite of pasta?" All he knew about cooking pasta was you were supposed to stir it a lot so it didn't stick. Or something like that. "Gotcha. Usually the only thing I make are sandwiches and frozen pizzas."

Test Drive Meme 009

Dyme Graydon | Original

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