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

[swansongs]

"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.

[luckybucky]

"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.

[swansongs]

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."

[luckybucky]

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.

[swansongs]

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.

[luckybucky]

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?"

[swansongs]

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.

[luckybucky]

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."

[swansongs]

"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?"