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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Wow that's the most unconvincing reaction she's seen in a very long time. She wipes her hands on her apron and sits down across from him. She doesn't seem offended, more concerned.

"You don't have to force yourself! I know not everyone likes sweets. Or is it the fruit? I bet I could make some ones with nuts? Though I'd have to check."

He can't help but stiffen a little, his mind racing a mile a minute, looking for an excuse and trying to take the more obvious one. The ear-like tufts of hair on his head lower a little as he continues to lie.

"Ah... you're right. It's... sweets. I don't like sweets. Sorry. They did... look really good, though?"

His statement is drenched in uncertainty. It's hard to lie, okay? And so far, there's no signs of Hunters here, and people are willing to approach him. He'd rather try to make friends and keep them, and not be rejected for what he is. He'll keep that secret along as he can.

Oh my gosh, it only gets worse. With an outstretched hand, she gives him a little pat on his arm. Not much, people tend to come over all reticent when it comes to touch, but she can't resist a little comfort.

"Really, you don't have to make an excuse. It's alright if you'd rather pass on it. I make it so that people will enjoy it." Not grimace around it and lie about how it seemed lovely. Oh she really hopes that didn't sound annoyed.

If she does sound annoyed, Daia definitely doesn't pick up on it. The pat on his arm and saying he doesn't have to accept the food makes him feel much more at ease, especially since she doesn't seem to be trying to find out the why behind it. He lets out quite the relieved sigh, in fact, and his ear-like tufts pop back up to normal.

"Right. Sorry." He smiles again, a little more genuinely this time. "It's really nice of you to cook for others, though."

If anything, he wishes he really could have enjoyed it. It certainly would be a lot easier than trying to find blood in this circumstance.

"Do you cook a lot?"

"I enjoy baking more than cooking. It's stress relief."

Having that solved--or at least his awkwardness about her pastries gone--she settles down. Propping her chin on her hands, she leans forward, full attention on him.

"It's a bit of a stressful journey. I'd rather be at home but--we make do. This was nice too. A taste of home."

Daia listens intently, curiously. And the part about home makes him frown a little bit. It must be nice to have some place to call home - to not have to run, or to have someone to come back to. He envies Peresephone a little for that. You'd think more than a century of being alone would mean he'd be over it by now, that he would learn it would never happen.

"Uhm… Would you mind maybe... teaching me? How to bake?"

Yet, some part of him would like to be able to cook for someone. Immortality is a long time.

"Of course. Not today, I think. This took most of the day. And not these--if we had premade maybe but this is complicated."

Lifting up a piece, she peels back the flaky layers.

"Every layer you have to roll by hand if you don't buy it from a store. So something simpler. Cookies? A cake?" She pops the pastry in her mouth, her foot bouncing beneath the table as she considers the possibilities.

"Oh, no, of course not today."

It's... easier to work on a full stomach, and he's pretty sure he's going to bed without supper tonight. So, yea. Not today.

He watches her peel the layers, blinking in surprise as she describes having to roll each layer. That's... definitely a lot more work than he thought possible for such a tiny food. As for the options...

"People like cookies, right? I can try my hand at those." He smiles, happily thinking about the lesson, when it should happen.

"Oh people love cookies."

They talk about it like they aren't people, like the idea of like a cookie is novel, something other people do. Do mortals have cookies? Surely they must if he knows what it is. She wonders, but keeps it to herself.

"Cookies are easy. And they usually taste good, even if you mess them up a little."

Daia practically bounces in excitement.

"Then those! I want to try making those!"

Maybe everyone will be his friend if he can make tasty cookies. Maybe if he can befriend them all before they find out he's a vampire, they won't mind if or when they do find out. One can dream.

"I think I saw some in heart shapes before. Can you make those?"

His excitement is cute and infectious. She finds herself leaning forward, bright with shared enthusiasm, white flowers blooming over and around her ears, curling down behind her head.

"You just have to make the kind that roll out for that. It's a little more complicated but not very complicated." She props her chin in her hands, "And we could frost those. Maybe not in colors, I don't think I saw food coloring, but still. It's the effort that counts!"

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Daia's jaw drops as he watches the flowers bloom, just... amazed.

"Whoa, so pretty. How did you do that?"

For a moment, the cookies are forgotten out of sheer curiosity. He doesn't do much to indicate what he means, unfortunately, just staring at her head agape.

Oh. Right. Cookies. And he smiles again.

"Ah, what's a roll out kind?"

"Do what?"

It's not an entirely conscious act, the flowers, but she realizes soon enough, putting her hand up to touch. Right. She pats at them, a little embarrassed.

"They're just--I'm the goddess of spring, the flowers come with the package. But--right! Cookies, the roll out kind are the ones you--well you roll them out and cut them, not just drop them or roll into a ball."

A Goddess of Spring! That's so neat! He has so many questions he's going to ask later.

"Cutting them?" How do you cut a cookie? It sounds super complicated to him at this point as he imagines holding a knife up to an already-cooked piece of dough to cut it into a heart shape and how exact that has to be. Is he going to be a master chef by the end of his first cookie lesson?

"Wait, why would you drop a cookie? You eat it, right?"

"You know? With a cookie cutter..." And that explanation trails off with the last question. Oh. Okay. Um. There's far more to go over here than the basics how to bake cookies, clearly. The very basics of baking perhaps. But she's patient.

"There's several types of cookies. Ones you roll out flat and cut into shapes with a little cutter. But other ones you take spoonfuls of dough and drop it onto a cookie sheet to bake them. So they don't look as neat usually. Just circles."

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