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Test Drive Meme 010

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!

Greenhouse

The newest carriage is a greenhouse.

The ceiling is a dome shape, a single metal beam runs from one end to another, mounted on this beam are large bright lights.

The aisle of grass runs down the middle, from one door to the next. Stone paths branch off around raised beds of soil. Nothing is growing yet but there are crates in which passengers can find a whole host of seeds and bulbs for various flowers.

Plenty for passengers with green fingers to do! Plant some seeds, tend to those they have planted already. Chase away people who have no idea what they are doing! Remind them they have to take the seeds out of the packet first!

If planting is a new thing then the ICP has some handy gardening tips or they can always ask their fellow Voidtreckers!

Sports Balls

For those who prefer their hobbies much more energetic then the gym's cupboard is full of balls. Balls for every sport they can imagine! The space is long and narrow which means a little bit of adapting but there is plenty of fun to be had. Start a game of football, or basket ball.

Make some new friends and get some friendly rivalry going!

Monkey Madness!

It's a strange mission to be sure but the Voidtreckers have been called to help a huge zoo tackle a problem. Every monkey enclosure has been broken open and the creatures have gotten out and into the city, where they are causing mayhem.

Team One

Though the monkeys don't pose much threat to human life they cause quite a big of damage. Team one is to try and get as many businesses and homes safe as possible. Bring things indoors, reinforce doors and windows. Warn those in the city of the incoming horde!

Team Two

Round up the monkeys! The aim is to do this without harming and luckily they have some capture devices, that can be thrown to spring straps around a creature. Bribing them is also encouraged. The city has prepared vans for the creatures to be lured or taken to. Careful though, these monkeys are cunning and mischievous and clever enough to steal the capture devices and throw them back at the Voidtreckers! Who is catching who?

Team Three

Back in the zoo there is plenty to do. First and foremost the enclosures need fixing and reinforced. Also an investigation is underway to figure out what happened and who is responsible. If DIY or investigating work is not in a passengers skill set then there are still many other animals that need fed and cleaned!

Reward time!

Soon all the monkeys are back in their proper homes and the city put back to rights! As a thank you the zoo is handing out free ice cream and a free pass to enjoy the zoo for the day.

Have fun!

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To Shikeo's surprise, it's not cold, hard ground he hits, but the gentle cradle of arms. With wide eyes, he looks up at Curufin and well...

The last time he was carried... or the times before... he was always unconscious. This is... n e w…

So he can't help but blush a little. Boy, has he never been more thankful to be covered in poop. It would be awkward to have to fight his way out just after being saved.

"Ah. Thank you. Urm…"

An uncomfortable glance to the side.

"...Could you please set me down?"

Not to be rude, but he doesn't like this being held thing one bit.

The catch itself may have been a little bumpy, but the arms that hold Shikeo afterwards are most definitely gentle. Curufin looks into Shikeo's eyes and smiles to see the man blushing.

"Sure, I'll set you down." He sets Shikeo on his feet. "You okay?"

No problem, they're total strangers. Curufin won't fault him for any stray embarrassment.

"Too late! The king decreed it. You're now a sugary baked good with frosting for hair." He snickered and playfully shoved his arm off after Gladio already started letting him out of it. He knew his friend wasn't actually upset about it or he would've been genuinely apologizing. As it was, he knew this was just something they were using to play around with each other over.

When Noct too the banana, Prompto offered the peanut butter too in case the king wanted some. He looked at Gladio surprised. "I didn't see Iggy and I was hungry. Want me to go get you a banana too?" Technically he was supposed to be cooking this month, but he was focusing on doing dishes instead of meal prep. He figured everyone on board should be thankful for that too. He wrinkled his nose. "Did you know there are bags of blood in the refrigerator?" He hadn't wanted to have anything from there after he'd discovered that gross thing yesterday. "Why is this place so weird?"

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"Don't go thinking I won't be reminding you to eat your vegetables later." There was affection in the tone and he found a small stone table not far from them. So he put the food down and sat. It was really nice to get to spend a bit of time with the king by himself and hopefully food plus not talking about anything serious would help the other's mental state.

It wasn't for Gladio and Prompto that he wanted Noct there but he said nothing. His ploy had worked and that's what mattered the most. As he ate and to give Noct time to both eat and stop mentally reeling, Ignis pulled out a little mini map the food vendor had and opened it. His green eyes scanned it and finished the bite of the pretzel he'd been chewing on.

"We can finish here.." His voice trailed off and his finger slid to the aquatic animals. "And there's some fish there, but I have a feeling casting a line will be highly discouraged."

Fandaniel is perfectly familiar with Voidsent. After the fracas on the Thirteenth there wasn't a single Ascian who wasn't.. but frankly most of them don't seem this ... coherent. Stable, perhaps. The descent into madness and instinct was ordinarily guaranteed, though he supposed he might be mistaken and she's in fact, some sort of darkness elemental that just HAPPENS to look vaguely like one of the Spoken races.

Frankly passive observation will do, he has popotos to plant. But he's paying quite a bit of attention, even if it isn't too obvious, puzzling over whether or not she's actually just planting plants (as he was) or doing something more nefariously expected of a Voidsent over there.

When spoken to, he straightens up a bit and turns to look at her directly - and what she'd been doing over there. His senses were excellent, but sometimes a simple visual glance told plenty too.

They looked awfully like ordinary, if unfamiliar plants.

No, she's ... closer akin in allegiances to himself, he supposed. Favored by the darkness, but not consumed by it. But was it Zodiark's blessing..? "Ah," and his voice has none of the eerie reverberation hers does, he sounds and looks perfectly ordinary. "I suppose I might be able to take a break for a little while, thank you for asking."

When he offers a hand in the way hyur tended to by way of greeting, not only does he seem a little unfamiliar with the gesture, the hand is suspiciously clean. "I apologize for not greeting you sooner."

[Merciless is staring curiously at the elephant Bryn's pointing out.]

I am afraid I know not. It is one of the most peculiar creatures I have seen, however. What is that part? It rests where a nose would be, yet it is long and flexible.

It... it might be an elephant perhaps, I recall hearing stories about similar animals called that. I am not certain, however.

Ball games
[Merciless is in paradise. With a grin she's bouncing three kickball balls with her feet, kicking them back into the air before they can land. Then she looks at you and calls out.]

Would you like to play a game?

Monkeys, team two
[After having one too many capture device thrown back at her, Merciless has opted for a far simpler solution.

When you run across her, she's returning while carefully but firmly holding a shrieking monkey. As she walks, the monkey beats at her with its fists and bites her hand, which she ignores. In fact, her monkey-inflicted wounds are slowly healing before your eyes.]

[Samata was scratching a complicated looking pattern into the floor of one of the monkey cages at the zoo when she saw Merciless wander by.

She looked...concerned.]

Does that not hurt?

[Merciless balances on one bare foot and opens a cage with the other foot, since her hands are full of raging monkey.]

The pain is of no great import. I have experienced far worse.

[She begins trying to shove the monkey into the cage without hurting it.]

"I'm fine, thanks to you. I thought I was gonna hit pavement."

Shikeo straightens his shirt out, grimacing as his hand grabs more squished poop he didn't realise was there. ...Oh, well.

"I didn't expect monkeys to be so... Slippery."

It's like a cat, but with hands instead of paws. And flings its own poop for God-knows-what-reason.

He makes his way back over to the tree, looking up at the branches to try and spot the monkey again as he wraps an arm onto the trunk and begins trying to climb again.

Greenhouse
The scent of earth-filled Matt's nose, snapping him out of his daze. He had been trying so hard to keep from thinking that Matt hadn't been paying attention to where he was wandering. The muddy smell drew him back into the present, away from memories of anger, pain, and blood. Dirt was easier, simpler. A well stock bar would have been better, but a greenhouse on a train was strange enough to distract him.

He ran his hand over the bags of potting soil and sifted through the packages of seeds. They were a standard mix of perennials and vegetables. He paused on a package of pumpkin seeds and smiled. "I guess it's not too early for Halloween."

"Instead you hit ELF," says Curufin with a grin.

He watches Shikeo squishing monkey poo out of his shirt. "Slippery and none too concerned about who they throw their poop at, right? I guess they don't understand we're trying to save them from becoming urban dwellers." Snicker.

He follows as Shikeo goes back to the tree. "Want some help?"

((thank you. May I have the scent of her baking override that scent? She won't get too close. ))

Mami looks over her newest customer, concerned. Is he all right?

"I'm very glad to hear it. But are you sick? You look like you might have chills."

In other words...wearing that many hoodies is strange, sir.

Mami smiled back. It really was good that Madoka had people to protect her. She needed good, strong, capable family and friends. People better than she would ever be.

"I'll be sure to talk to him! Everyone is excited when you two start in the kitchens. Maybe I'll come along next time."

It's still strange, this situation, but she'll do her best to adapt and protect. She's doing her best to live a normal life, and it makes Mami happy...but it also reminds her of something she meant to say.

"And what about the dangers? Has it been scary? All this talk about heroes is worrying."

"You were born...pretty far away, I guess," she muttered. That was interesting. She'd never met someone from far away before, unless Kyubey counted.

"Was it like this train, where you were from?"

greenhouse;

Dorian strode down the central path of the hot house car, notebook in hand. He wasn't exactly a green thumb when it came to growing things, but his extensive reading left him with a passing knowledge of hot house growing and cultivation. The potential he saw here was two-fold: they could grow their own food, somehow become slightly less beholden to the people who'd trapped them all here, but they could also grow their own herbs, giving them much better access to healing.

It was also slightly more humid here, and warm. Comfortable. Here, at least, his tootsies weren't freezing all the time. After walking around the elevated growing pads he has a seat along one of the car's walls.

If anyone happens by, he looks up, smiling amicably. He's always in a good mood when learning and research are involved. "Good afternoon. Come to till a bit of soil, have you?"

"library";

It wasn't that Dorian was particularly disappointed in the 'library' he discovered, but he was absolutely and undeniably distraught over their lack of knowledge, and he wasn't shy about voicing his concerns.

"Oh for Maker's sake, is this what passes for knowledge here? Thesis notes and hearsay?" He heaves a sigh and shakes his head before tossing a bundle of bound notes on architecture over his shoulder where it slides across the floor of the train along the center aisle before coming to a stop. "Honestly."

wildcard;

[Dorian can actually be found anywhere on the train. He smells like sandlewood and olive oil, and is a fairly powerful mage for anyone who can sense that sort of thing. Also, if he's not actively engaged in conversation, he's likely found wherever reading.]

"Could say that." Duo flashed Mami a grin. "I was born on a space station in orbit around the Earth. Never actually set foot on real soil until I was about 15. Definitely not like this train!" He laughed then, amused by the notion. If he'd been born somewhere like the train, maybe it wouldn't have been so bad? Where he was actually born had sucked. But that was never a fun story to tell.

"Nah, years ago some old guys decided "Hey, why don't we go and live in space?" and so they made a bunch of these space stations in orbit. Each one kinda different, but all doing the same thing. Lots of people live on them. They sorta work like mini-Earths. Have day and night cycles, artificial gravity so they don't go floating everywhere, some even try and mimic seasons. Though things like rain and snow don't happen."

Duo scoffed. "Clearly they're black with whit stripes!" He declared, and then grinned. "Damn straight ours are better. No knock-off zebra is ever gonna be good enough for this guy!" He said, pointing to himself with his thumb. It was silly and it was amusing, after battling with monkeys it was just what the doctor ordered. It helped that this guy was playing along with him, made it much easier.

"Names Duo, by the way." He decided he should probably greet the guy properly. He couldn't keep thinking of him as 'the guy', after all.

The bundle of architectural notes slide to a stop ... right at the sneaker of Fandaniel. Honestly he hadn't expected to have his general direction assaulted by paperwork today, that sort of thing simply didn't happen regularly for the last few thousand years, and yet..

"I don't think it'll help your concerns," the Ascian says, bemused, "But I believe I saw some genuine fiction in there as well, so be advised it might not actually be ... thesis notes."

The offending paperwork at his shoe is picked up. "It might be meant for entertainment, not education. ... All of it."

What a thought. A library of just things to read for fun, not to gain anything from.

"STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!"

Honestly that should have been an impressive, thundering command, but the shout from the other side of the garden sounds more like a shrill, indignant screech than anything even remotely authoritative.

Fandaniel had not been PAYING ATTENTION up until Shikeo asked for more seeds, and glanced over to see.. very few holes, and very SMALL holes, compared to the number of empty seed packets. He lunges to his feet, expression a mask of horror, and scrambles across beds and grass towards the nightmare scenario that's been caused.

"One seed per hole! Six inches deep minimum! Oh my heavens DID YOU EVEN READ THE--" This sure sounds like it's headed for a complete nerd breakdown any moment here. "Dig those back out this instant!! Now that they're wet we can't repackage them so we need to separate and move them!"

On the dubious bright side it seems the Ascian's going to actually assist in this endeavor instead of just scream directions, as he drops to his knees in the dirt and promptly begins trying to dig out the mess accidentally caused. "One foot between seeds! This should take the entire bed, not a single row!"

One might think Shikeo had personally shot his dog or something, not simply misplanted seeds.

"Elf?"

He pauses and turns back to Curufin, looking him over. Inevitably, those ears are there. One could probably see the gears turning in his head. But...

"Whatever. There are weirder things to take care of."

After all, Dambi has fox ears and a tail. It shouldn't be that weird. Back to the tree. Unfortunately for Curufin, Shikeo either doesn't get the joke, or just doesn't acknowledge it.

"Yea, I'll take your help. Try to stand under it; I'll see if I can get it to fall or something."

And if he doesn't? Well, Curufin's there to catch him again, right?

((That'll work just fine.))

Shikeo's eyebrows raise up nervously.

"Ah, no, I'm not sick. It's just..." Protection. "I get cold very easily. I'm okay, I promise."

That should work. He hopes.

"Do you... cook all the time?"

For a moment, he can't help but think of his mother. The warmth, the flavour. It was nice.

Shikeo freezes at the command, hearing a screech that could almost rival Dambi's. He looks up at Fandaniel as he goes off on his tirade, a little wide-eyed.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." It sounds nervous, but genuine. He didn't mean to mess up.

He begins digging the seeds back up as he's told, holding the wet and soiled seeds in his palm as he digs others out. He tries to keep up with the instructions; one foot between seeds, six inches deep. He can't help that it's a bit sloppy, between anxiety and inexperience, but he's desperate to appease the man. He begins picking the seeds apart from his palm, though he finds it difficult to get just a single, tiny one, instead getting clusters of two or three as he tries to separate them more.

"Urrrm..."

How unfortunate to only have two hands.

a. Greenhouse

Leviathan had never planted a single thing in his life, but it didn't mean he didn't have an appreciation for nature. He was content just being in the greenhouse carriage, enjoying the smell of grass and earth. He'd settled himself next to one of the empty stretches of soil, humming a little tune to himself as he unpackaged bulbs and gently planted them.

His sleeves were rolled up so he wouldn't get them dirty, revealing the burn scars that covered his left hand and arm. Indeed, the scars covered most of the left side of his body, visible above his shirt collar where they stopped just shy of his chin. He considered himself lucky that his head hadn't been burned, as well, because things were already difficult enough as it was.

He wasn't letting his scars bother him for the moment, though, as he carefully covered the flower bulbs, patting the dirt down lightly. It felt good to get his hands dirty in a literal sense. It was normal, therapeutic even.

b. Rewards

He hadn't very much enjoyed chasing down monkeys, but now that everything was in order again, he had a chance to relax. And enjoy some ice cream, which he'd never actually had before. Or, if he had, it'd been so long ago that he'd forgotten, which was also a possibility. He'd never been to a zoo before, either, and it was fascinating to see all the different kinds of animals. But..

"It's sad, isn't it?" he said. "Wild animals caged for the entertainment of others? Humans would put everything in a zoo if they could." Not that demons were that much different, but that didn't mean Leviathan approved of it when they did it, either.

Bucky walked in a few minutes later, his bag slung over his shoulder like it always seemed to be. He wandered over to Levi, crouching down next to him. "Flowers or potatoes?" He'd come in, apparently, after the bulbs had been fully concealed. "And more importantly, are you doing another row?"

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