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voidtreckerooc2020-03-15 09:06 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in voidtreckerooc2020-03-15 09:06 am
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Test Drive Meme 010
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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He can feel himself cower a bit, swallowing nervously as he stumbles back. All of this ability. If it weren't for fear, he might be able to better pay attention to what Fandaniel is saying. Especially since some of it sounds similar to the first time he met Timber. The rumble has him shaking, and he can't make a sound, gaping wordlessly.
If he has this much power, then maybe...
It takes him a very long moment to find his words again, and his voice trembles when he does.
"Are... A-are you one, too? A Trace?"
He tries his best to sound strong as he says it, but... God, this person is terrifying. He didn't know Trace powers like that existed.
Trace = Echo. Clearly.
Thaaat's not a human. He's just human shaped, up to and including the glasses! Which he actually needs; swiping random bodies has serious downsides.
But it's awfully human the way Fandaniel sets his hands on his hips, expression dark, like an irritated schoolteacher and not some strange malevolent Other. "I am not so young and uncontrolled as to fall prey to a mere enticing perfume, so cease your ridiculousness this instant. You would have better luck attempting to lure me with a nice cheesy baked popoto."
Which incidentally, if Shikeo actually HAD, they'd be having very different conversations right now.
Homg, that's perfect! I approve of this headcanon, lol.
There's a lot to unpack here for Shikeo, and he almost misses something while trying to process it.
"Wait, a what? You mean a potato, right?"
What on Earth is a popoto?
A pause, then quietly:
"Are you immune to my scent?" The hushed tone is almost hopeful. It would be nice not to have to worry about, y'know, being assaulted every time he walks by a person.
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It's a potato. It could have grown in any field in Idaho.
"They are excellent baked, especially this variety. I spent a very long time developing them." Some Ascians ended worlds, other Ascians had side projects to go with that goal. And Fandaniel has had a long time with which to mess around with local horticulture.
The follow-up question draws a delicately arched eyebrow. "No, this form certainly wishes to react. I simply have learned a modicum of self control over time; these bodies are hideously primitive but simple enough to keep in reins. If you do not like the effects your scent has, why don't you change it?"
It seems simple enough to him. This isn't one of those tattered shards of a soul, although young and rather fragile it seems perfectly intact, and thus should be capable of simple modifications like that!
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Maybe this guy's a foreigner? Terms like Ascian and Popoto would make sense, then. Ascian must be another term for Trace, just like popoto is a potato.
Shikeo agitatedly huffs, looking a little disappointed, when Fandaniel offers the point of changing his scent or the effects of it. Shikeo holds out his arms, indicating the layers upon layers of clothing he's buried himself in.
"This is it. This is me trying to change it. I can't control it. And I certainly don't plan on taking up smoking. So do I have to worry about you or not?" He's clearly unsatisfied with Fandaniel's answer to the smell-resistance question.
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Different words for the same thing, it seems, but Fandaniel's going to keep calling it a popoto, because that's what it's called! The idea of anything else was simply absurd.
The clothing is for a moment squinted at, as if the Ascian is trying to discern if the fabric is anything particularly unusual, but it seems utterly mundane to him. This is considered in dead silence, the sleeves stared at, and then Shikeo's face, then back to the sleeves. "...You must be humoring me."
He has lived a long time and nothing has quite prepared him for this. He takes off his glasses for a moment, rubbing his eyes with the other hand, looking immeasurably weary. (What happened to the popoto..?) "You have to worry about me, I might strangle you instead of molest you." The shadows are still long, but the ominous rumble hasn't repeated itself. He draws in a slow breath, lets it out equally slowly between clenched teeth, and points. "Begin going through those seed packets. Look for ones named 'lavender', 'lemon balm', 'mint' of any kind, or 'gardenia'. You're .. what, two, three hundred? Why hasn't anyone taught you anything?"
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He begrudgingly begins sorting through the seed packets.
"Because I only found out a few months ago, after my mom died."
A heavy pause and a breath.
"Timber taught me what I was. And he protects... protected me. From everything that tried to get me. From Troubles to people."
Any packets of the aforementioned herbs get gently tossed into a smile pile to his left as he continues to sort.
"Now I guess I'm here on my own. I only learned to avoid people and layer my clothes. I never needed to do anything else. Though I did grow up surrounded by lots of flowers. Probably because of my scent."
He eyes Fandaniel carefully for a moment, wondering if he should ask.
...Yea, it's going to bother him too much if he doesn't.
"What do you mean by 'two or three hundred'?"
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"Your age." Simple, straightforward. "You still look rather young."
Fandaniel has a very skewed idea of how long unsundered souls should be able to live. "I will ... assist by way of education in this matter of your smell, and provide a point you can proceed from." And that's being extremely generous as far as the Ascian's concerned. "Your companion clearly means well, but you will need a proper teacher sooner or later. I am not volunteering."
He's just not good with the very young and very foolish. "An important step is going to be not wearing so many layers. While it might help at first eventually all you're doing is wearing cloth soaked in your own sweat, and sweat is how the hyur body produces its smells." None of this might be true at all by way of Shikeo's particular problem, but Fandaniel forges ahead as if it's a complete certainty.
He selects one of the packets set aside and heads for an unoccupied bed of dirt, frowning. "This is a more direct method than simply existing around flowers."
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"I'm eighteen!" He didn't exactly mean to, but he can't help but shout it. How else was he supposed to react? "Who lives to be two or three hundred years old? Just what kind of Trace are you?"
Wait, do Traces live that long? Now he has more questions.
Admittedly, what Fandaniel says about scents and clothes is true. His clothes definitely smell like him, and that can lead to more unwanted advances. So he's more than happy to keep sorting through the seed packets.
He follows along with Fandaniel, grabbing a seed packet after it's all sorted, and coming over beside him. Standing at least arm's-length away, of course. Fandaniel did say he had to watch for him.
For strangling, but just in case for the other thing, too.no subject
Fandaniel would, if he paid more attention, realize that literally everyone not from his little corner of reality had intact, unsundered souls, and lifespan varied by species. He has not been paying attention. Life span does not usually come up. "And I am an Ascian.. You may call me Fandaniel. I will.. make allowances for your considerably young age. Your mother clearly left your life far, far too early. I am sorry for your loss." The child is practically an infant. It explained a lot.
And then he's back to planting. Very gradually, the stark long shadows are easing, and the lights finally seeming able to do their job. "Vinegar is an easy way to mask unwanted scents. It is an easy go-to that one may keep in a bottle and has an added benefit of being a bit repellent to most. Otherwise, I suggest herbs such as these. Crush them and keep them on your person. Rotate what you're using once a day to prevent anyone from going nose-blind to it and your troubles should significantly ease. I will encourage the first plants, you will have to tend the rest yourself."
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And when Fandaniel brings up his mother dying much earlier than she should, well... His face falls a little.
"Yea, it's okay... I wasn't lonely anymore when I found Timber and Dambi. So it was okay."
But his lips can't help but press into a thin line.
"Shikeo. I'm Shikeo." Since Fandaniel was kind enough to offer his name.
He makes mental note of the vinegar and using herbs. It all sounds like great advice. Timber just always used cigarettes, which he asked him time and again to stop smoking around Dambi. Herbs and vinegar sounds like a much safer, much more sane, option. He nods as he listens. And afterwards, he shifts his weight uncomfortably for a moment, looking for words.
"Look..." A pause, as he still tries to sort what he's trying to say. "I got off on the wrong foot. I'm so used to... things not being good when people smell me. I can cook. So how about I make you some potatoes... Popodoes? Afterwards."
Is that how he pronounces it? He's forgotten it already, but he's trying.
"Not like that!" Instantly shooting down that he's looking for a connection. "You know, just like... as a sorry. And a thank you."
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"Popotos." He'll keep saying it right until Shikeo gets it! ".. Apologies aren't necessary." Even though he was still a bit cross about having seeds thrown at him! Those poor plants! "But I wouldn't mind seeing what you can do with a popoto. They're very versatile." Baked, fried, mashed, stuffed into things, things stuffed into them, especially cheese..!
He sets a hand over one of the new little mounds of dirt, brow furrowing.
A plant quite suddenly and without any preamble at all, sprouts with remarkable swiftness and surges to full size within seconds. Which isn't really all that tall, but there is an immediate noticeable but faint smell of mint. "One day, Shikeo, you will be able to look back on all of this and laugh at its absurdity."
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Shikeo's mouth drops open wide as he watches the plant burst to life in all its glory. He's never seen anything so remarkable. It was...
"Incredible!" He gets close to it, reaching out to test if it was really there, and not some odd illusion. Shikeo's face lights up with a smile. "Absurdity? This is amazing! It's wonderful!"
What an amazing ability. He wonders just how many different kinds there are out there.
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Probably in large batches. He'll have to grow more popotos.
The mint is definitely there, feels perfectly real, and leaves a minty scent if touched. "Ahh, one day you might see things differently." But there's something of a smile going on, and it's lacking earlier's wry bitterness. "We all have our specialties, but there's no reason to not try new things. Once you have your inherent fragments of power under control, reach out and see what else interests you. It might take time, but we all have plenty of that. I'm a bad example to follow, I've mostly stuck with plants."
He says it as if somehow Shikeo's power wasn't what it was, a fixed and specific thing. "Let's see what else there is besides mint. I'll encourage three or four, which should last a while, but you can care for the rest as they grow."