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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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“I know, that’s why I don’t want to do that with the lions. I’d feel far too guilty if I had to rile them up that way.” Concern flashed over his face as Duo scalded himself, but he knew it wasn’t the worst thing the other pilot had been through.

“Quatre’s doing well, he’s working hard on learning what he needs to so he can take over the company. You did miss out on drinking with him, though. After we destroyed the gundams, he actually had a glass of wine in remembrance.”

Xander's brows furrowed, lips thinning. "No, only the angels," he replied. "Not that those were that thick on the ground, even before I got stuffed into this weird-ass train."

Those things were all true, after all. "I thought--well. Never mind what I thought. It didn't matter much before, and it sure as hell doesn't matter now."

Xander could see and feel how Aaron was struggling with sorrow and hiding tears that threatened to fall. He did his part by not mentioning any of it. Not that it would help if he did, likely. He just furled his wings closer to his back, trying not to scowl.

The response actually threw Aaron, his eyebrows raising as a look of genuine surprise crossed his face. He had never been identified as an angel first - between his bleached appearance, the sharpened teeth, pointed ears, lack of aging... Many thought him a day-walking vampire or a vampire enthusiast long before they considered angel. He knew that he shouldn't be so surprised since this person was somehow angelic, but it was so far out of the realm of what was normal for Aaron that it still threw him.

"Uh, I mean, it's a strong possibility that I at least know of the name, but, again, I don't know who you are, so I don't know if I know your, uh, dad. Unless you mean God? Then, I mean, nobody really knows God, they just know of God..."

This was such a fucking weird interaction. Aaron did back up a little bit to give him some space - enough to stand if he wanted - as a spark of jealousy finally surfaced in Aaron as the wings furled in. Whatever this person was, they had wings, and he didn't.

"So, what, are you nephilim, then?" A true angel didn't ask about parents, even if they didn't know. Being an angel was enough and, really, it was all a giant family of sorts.

"Alexander Camael Woods. But I go by Xander. Since there's two of us." He didn't say 'me', quite on purpose. Really, there was a lot to unpack there, even in the briefest amount of words.

"No...not God. I try not to think about God." Mostly because of something the cheap copy of his father had said, while attempting to kill him. Xander still wasn't sure there wasn't a hint of truth to what the archangel had said--that the entire host of Heaven would see him scourged from the earth. If that were true, what did this mean?

He stayed seated. No need to make anyone angry--he wasn't like the giants of the Bible, but if nothing else Xander was tall for his age. But then, he laughed.

"Yeah, nephilim, or close enough to split hairs, I guess." Xander didn't particularly consider himself such, but the word was accurate enough.

Aaron's face grew darker at the name Camael: he was familiar. Camael often spent time with Gabriel and Michael. While Camael had personally never done wrong by Aaron, the association with Michael was less than appealing. His response was stiff, a coldness to his voice.

"I know of Camael, yes, and I recognize him. I was not part of his regiment so he never particularly interacted with me."

His face softened a little, but his bitter anger flared up behind his calm mask at the response that Xander was actually nephilim. Or "close enough" - whatever that meant. The fact that this child had wings that Aaron should have had was salt in his wounds, and even with a calm face he set his jaw at the response. He wasn't angry at Xander - Xander did not choose this - but rather angry at the situation, and at the heavenly host above. It was just so fucking unfair that this half child had the wings Aaron should have never lost.

"I go by Aaron LeBlanc here, I don't really think my actual name matters much on this train." Aaron rocked back to come to a seat, mimicking Xander. "Especially since whoever wanted to roll this cosmic joke thought Aaron was good enough." There was a bitterness to the statement, but that softened in the next sentence. "What do you mean close enough to split hairs? You have the wings, you have the aura..." Aaron waved his hand vaguely at Xander as he said aura. "You're real enough to fool these blind eyes."

Very much not the worst thing he'd ever been through. Still sucked though. He blew on his finger as he listened to Trowa and then gave a disappointed sigh. "Damn, so you're telling me I missed out on Quat getting wasted? Tell me he's a fun drunk!" He really needed to know if Quatre was the kind of guy to jump on tables and dance and just let loose. That would make his day!

The part where Camael hung with Gabriel and Michael...surprised Xander a little, but he knew his father had also held himself aloof from the angels who had populated Spectrum City. Maybe if they weren't in the same regiments, they just stayed apart?

Not that Xander had ever understood Heaven from what his father had told him--which was not a lot at all...

He let his face fall into an impassive mask. He could tell that Aaron was angry, but also, he could tell it wasn't particularly directed at him. It didn't feel too great, but it wasn't the searing anger that the emotion at him would be, either.

"There's something to be said for having an alias, too, though," Xander admitted. "I mean...my brother and I use the same name, which is also great for obfuscation purposes..." He let that trail off for a moment, then snorted and shook his head.

He extended his right hand, the one with the bar code tattoo emblazoned on his wrist. "See that? Not an affectation. I'm a clone, my 'brother' is the one I was cloned from. Just a copy." Though Alex and his foster father had never made Xander himself feel that way, the technocrats who had created him? Well. They had and those feelings were hard to shed.

Noct looked between his two friends and then gently touched Gladio's arm. "If you don't want to come with us right now, is it okay if we hang out later?" He asked.

Gladio smiled and patted the hand touching his arm. "Relax, Princess. I'm not going anywhere. We'll hangout later." he promised.

Maybe he was being dumb, it was likely. But he thought Noct and Prompto could have benefited from some silly fun together. Later he'd meet up with them. "You go have fun. Kick blondies ass for me."

Noct grinned. "Got it. We'll see you later, Big Guy!" He turned to Prompto. "Ready to lose?"

Prompto watched the exchange patiently. He'd missed Noct and would've loved to spend every waking moment with him but he knew he had to share with Gladio and Iggy too. If he were to guess, Gladio declining to join them now was his way of sharing the king which Prompto appreciated. He loved spending time with the Big Guy, but Noct just got here.

So he tried to hide the knowing smile at Gladio as Noct's back was to him. It was knowing, but there was a considerable amount of admiration too. Was there a heart bigger than Gladio's? He didn't think so.

The request that Noct kick his ass though had him pretending to look totally scandalized. "And here I was planning on going easy on you!" He grabbed Noct's hand and gave Gladio a wave. "Come on! You're going down!"

Noct laughed, waving at Gladio as he let Prompto lead the way. "No way, you're gonna lose. I'm ready to clean the floor with you!"

"In your dreams!"

It felt like old times as they walked along the carriages back toward the game room. It wasn't exactly close to the kitchen, but they weren't in any real hurry. There were some nervousness around Noct that hadn't been there before, but Prompto was sure it'd go away soon. They were in such a weird new place. That had to be where it was coming from, right?

"So.. how are you handling all this, Buddy? It's kinda cool not having to worry about the Empire or anything here, isn't it?"

Trowa had picked up his mug and nearly taken a sip of coffee when Duo made the comment about Quatre being a fun drunk. Thankfully he hadn't, because he was fairly certain the hot liquid would have gone down wrong. "Depends on your definition of 'fun', I suppose. He's certainly less diplomatic when he's drunk, though he waffles between languages when he does. It's quite entertaining to hear him rant about inane things like his sisters' habits with the occasional swear word in whatever language pops into his head."

It sounded a little silly that they used the same name - in truth the divine could always find a way to find one from the other, or find someone, regardless their name. The chains that Aaron bore often kept his shoulders down from the weight of their expectation, reminding him he could never hide, that he was never free. Alas, the alias Aaron kept was only to keep from turning heads, as Zadkiel was such an unusual name for where he stayed. But things may be different for nephilim, not truly connected to one world or the other in any meaningful way. It was perhaps a little sad, to not belong anywhere. The thought almost settled in Aaron's mind but he quickly pushed it away. Painful truths were not allowed here.

...The odd naming made sense as Xander explained the bar code on his wrist: something that Aaron almost rolled his eyes out because of the humans that got bar codes to be ironic or pass some commentary about The Man or the uniqueness of each being in society. Seemed to be a popular sentiment among the troubled youth. This was a bit different: an actual bar code and not just some image off of google.

Aaron realized a couple of things at the same time. This was a person who absolutely didn't belong and shouldn't even exist: some sort of bizarre happenstance that even Aaron wouldn't have put God up to doing. Xander was a person who very likely always felt out shined by his brother, judging by considering himself 'just a copy'. Being angelic was not a matter of being special, it was a matter of, for lack of a better term, biology. He did not give himself the time to even consider these because of the reality of the last thought and quickly opened his mouth to say something, anything, to get him away from it.

"Do you and he have the same powers? The same skills and talents, the same personalities?"

That...was not a question that Xander had expected to be asked. He opened his mouth for a moment, staring in shock up at Aaron.

But he quickly shook his head. "Actually...no, we don't. I mean, he has wings too, and some powers over the earth--but his healing comes more from his magic than mine does, and he's a Master, not just a mage. I'll never be as strong in magic as he is--but I can do things he can't."

Not that Xander could explain the whys of that; Jade, Alex's mother, had simply said that even though their genes were basically the same, that both he and his progenitor were as unique as stars in the sky. Xander had definitely not believed it at the time. He wasn't sure he believed it now.

And if he'd had telepathy instead of empathy? Xander would have been shocked to know how closely Aaron's musing trailed the way he usually thought of himself...

"But no. Alex and I don't have the same personalities either. He's a lot colder, I guess. He holds people at arm's length all the time, if he can help it, and I--I can't."

Aaron almost smiled at the way Xander was thrown, the way he opened us mouth in shock. It reminded Aaron faintly of a fish. It was cute. Really, he was cute even without the surprise on his face.

Aaron listened to him try to explain. He got a little lost in the explanation of master and mage, the apparent magic systems being different. Aaron knew nothing of other magic systems aside from some very basic understanding of pagan magic. Xander finished what he was saying and Aaron blinked at him, considering it with a small frown.

“So in what way are you just a— uh,” he raised both of his hands to do air quotes, “‘just a copy?’” What Xander told him did give Aaron a few pieces of information, too. He sounded as if he had a softer heart than his brother, or one more inclined towards warmth, anyway. At least, Xander thought that. Who knows if it were true.

Duo burst out laughing, doubling up as best he could while still sitting down. His coffee was placed safely away as he wrapped his arms around his middle and entertained images of Quatre ranting like that and swearing! Oh gods, but that was the best! He'd only heard the little blonde swear a handful of times and they'd either been comedic gold or in the heat of battle. And you couldn't really laugh at the latter.

"Oh man, that's amazing! I'm sad I missed out on it!" He said once his laughter had calmed. There were tears in the braided pilots eyes and laughter still in his voice, his grin was wide and happy. "I needed that."

"Oh, you would would have been in pain from laughing. I, of course, was in no way egging him on by mentioning some of Cathy's more annoying habits to see how many of his sisters shared them." Trowa did his best to look as absolutely pure and innocent as Quatre normally did. It was a struggle to keep his lips from twitching at the corners.

"Yeah right!" Duo reached over and poked Trowa's knee. He knew well enough that Trowa would have been in the thick of it, whispering little encouragements and sitting back to watch the fireworks. He was an evil mastermind! And Duo had always loved that he played along with him.

The innocent look wasn't fooling him in the slightest.

"Yeah, shame I missed that. But I'm glad you guys had a blast! Maybe they're be a next time?" Though Duo was doubting it. He suspected they were on the Voidtrecker for the long haul.

"When we get back home from this, we'll convince him to drink with us. Maybe see if we can get some of the rice wine Wufei says is supposed to be so good." Maybe if they were really lucky, they'd find Yuy and pour some into him as well. "I'll put you in charge of finding Heero, though. You seem to have the best knack for that."

Duo had, he thought, been doing a damn fine job of not thinking about Heero. Quatre was a safe topic. Drinking was safe. Heero just made him feel... He shook his head and plastered a smile across his lips, grinning that idiots grin at Trowa. "We'll knock back enough booze to take out one of your lions! Still don't think it'd be enough for the likes of him. Guys got a metabolism like no ones business. The alcohol won't have time to get into his blood stream!" He was guessing. Duo had never seen Heero drunk. Or any of them really. Except for Trowa. They'd shared a few together when holed up in safe houses, but never enough to be actually drunk. It was too much of a risk when at any moment they could have been called on to fight.

"I fully intend to." It was just the sort of pet project Dorian craved. He'd maintained the Inquisition's libraries. Why not this one as well? Besides, the idea of collecting works from various worlds was too great to ignore. It needed a proper curator.

"In everything, I've forgotten my manners." He bows slightly at the shoulders, a proper greeting. "Dorian of House Pavus, a pleasure."

There are a few smaller varieties of monkeys in my homeland. [He smiles, and it's a slightly wistful thing. He hasn't been home in a long time, and possibly ever again.]

The bane of all shopkeepers, they are.

It was becoming a habit of his now. Madoka had assured him many a time that his flowers would take time to grow, yet he couldn't help himself. At least once a day he would stop by the greenhouse. Not to rest and relax, he still did that of course. No, he would visit so that he could check on the flowers he had planted with the help of the pink haired teen.

He stepped in and did a quick scan to check if anyone else was about and he wouldn't be bothering anyone... Though really it was to check Madoka wasn't around to tell him off again. Gladio grinned to himself. It was the nicest telling off, but it was definitely a scolding about patience.

Not seeing the teen, he went off to the little patch of soil where they had planted his namesakes and crouched down. He sighed. No growth. He knew there wouldn't be, they'd only been planted five days ago, it would take much longer than that.

"Maybe water would help?" He said, half to himself, half to the bulbs buried in the loose soil. Gladio pushed himself back to his feet and stopped half way to straightening up as he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. And then he realised he could hear sounds. He straightened all the way and took a step in the direction of the sounds. "Someone there?"

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Greenhouse