Test Drive Meme 011

[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!

Crisis On… A Ship!

The train has a game carriage and the VR video games are always popular. A good way to relive boredom as well as teaching some good skills.

Crisis on...This game can be played with two to four players. It is essentially a crisis simulator mixed with an escape room. You can chose the scenario (the bridge of a space ship, a camp in a jungle, a high rise building, a sailing ship etc) and you are thrown into the middle of a crisis of some kind. Teamwork and a cool head are important as is using the surroundings wisely.

Ahoy there! You and your small crew are on board a sailing ship in the middle of an ocean. But you are being chased by an enemy ship and there’s a storm brewing! There are many roles for you to chose from and different puzzles and problems to be solved. Batten down the hatches, flee the enemy ships and if necessary man the canons! Bring yourselves and your crew to harbour safely.

Dressing up

The upcoming mission is one in space and the void treckers have been told to blend in. The dressing room has been opened and what awaits them looks like it walked out of a old science fiction film. Shoulder pads, metalic colours. Everything over the top, ridiculous and not practical at all.

Yet the mission brief said to fit in. So swallow your pride and try and find outfits that aren’t too ridiculous. Or go all out and make the most of it, it’s not every day you can wear elaborate outfits after all.

Space Battle

As perhaps the outfits had suggested this world is an odd one, the outfits given to the voidtreckers make them some of the most subtle dressed people in the space city. Big, bold and loud. But the crisis is clear, an enemy force attacking this city filled with non combatants and children.

Team One

Space fighting time! The space ships are designed for two so voidtreckers will need a partner. There’s not much time to train so it will be mostly learning on the job, but it’s fine. The voidtreckers job is mostly to make up numbers, to split the enemy’s focus whilst those that know how to pilot go in to defeat the enemy.

Team Two

The problem with space battles is, there are a lot of injuries and a lot of damaged space ships. The space city is not one that has a large military so damaged ships need to be fixed as quickly as possible.

Help out the engineers. It might be the voidtreckers know a little about repairing ships themselves but even if they don’t, extra pairs of hands are always useful.

Team Three

This city is loud, bustling and full of life. But with the battle raging outside everyone needs to stay safe. Help people get to shelters. Clear the streets and begin the evacuation, though hopefully a full evacuation won’t be needed.

Space Disco

Enemies vanquished, this city does what it apparantly does best. That is, party. The music is way too loud, different songs out of each building, people dance in the streets, lights flash far too fast. There is strange street food to try, new dances to learn and a victory to celebrate.

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Sven | Original character

[aggressivelygood]

A. Space battle: Team three

[Since the day his patron raised him from the ashes, Sven had used his powers to wound. To kill. It's not like he's unfamiliar with the stakes of battle. But this... Sven spared a glance upward as one of those metal air ships screamed overhead and felt a dread in his stomach. This wasn't natural. You shouldn't kill without seeing the face of your foe. The scale of this war...

Perhaps it's cowardly but he's glad his complete stupor around this place and its technology (powered, apparently, by human ingenuity and a fuel source alone--no magic to be found) has kept him off the front lines. Getting civilians to safety, he can do. He swore a promise to protect, didn't he? Well, he can't slack off on this world, regardless of whether or not he can feel his patron. Sven dances between the crowds, checking for stragglers and encouraging everybody to keep moving.]

This way to the shelters! Come on, this isn't a freaking drill. Wish I had my glider for this...you over there in uniform! Did we get everybody out from the last district?

B. Space battle: Team two

["Can anybody here heal?" they'd asked. They'd heard Sven's yes, but hadn't stuck around long enough for the but. Sven trails between gurneys loaded with wounded comrades and civilians, offering what company, condolences, and excuses he can...]

Hey. How bad are you hurt, on a scale of 1 to "my life is flashing before my eyes and I can feel the darkness beckoning me in"? I can help you, but you probably really don't want me to.

C. Crisis (ON A BOAT)

[So this whole "Vee-Ahr" thing... He's not in some kind of pocket dimension? This isn't some kind of magical artifact from the gods, showing him visions past or future? It's a...a game? Sven is looking down at his hands, twisting them and gripping them into fists. He steps forward to lean on a wooden rail and manages to stumble and clip through part of the scenery.]

What did I do?! What DO I do?! How do I move my legs? REALLY hoping I don't have to swim in this nightmare!

Ultimo | Karakuri Douji Ultimo

[ultimate_angel]

[ 1. Crisis Ship ]

Ultimo, admittedly, has an odd moment when putting on the VR gear. He's mechanical, for a start. And he doesn't understand much of why this is here. He can already pseudo-create things like this, after all. He can travel back in time through memories. Well, within certain limits - working without Yamato puts quite a limiter on that, actually. As long as this isn't a drain on his "battery", though, it should be well enough. And training is always good, right? In the name of Good versus Evil.

He blinks as he sees... the ocean, for miles and miles around. Is this still virtual? The thought is gone in short order - he can feel the wood of this ship beneath his gauntletted hands, the salty spray in the wind on his face. He looks over the rails, into the ocean below, seeing strange sea creatures swimming about. He smiles brightly, amazed by it all.

"Wow, look at them!"

He's not necessarily saying it to anyone in particular. But if you happen to be close by, he might try to pull on you to come see. He seems oblivious to the storm brewing.

What he isn't oblivious to is the sound of a canon ball, as it whirs by and splashes into the water nearby - a narrow miss. He looks up, eyes widened only a little, to the ship approaching.

"Oh, they're attacking us." A smile creeps on his lips, something innocent, yet there's an eagerness to it. Another canon fires and hits the back of the hull. He looks to you. "Are they the bad guys?"

Look, he just wants to make sure before he reacts. Nevermind that this is virtual reality.


[ 2. Space Battle - Team One ]

"We're... supposed to get in those space ships?"

It's not necessarily said with a genuine confusion, just more of an awe. Then a mildly puzzled look, almost into a pout.

"But Uru can turn into a space ship..."

Granted, he can't fire anything. Just go back in time. But he would need a lot of power for that. Power that he's kind of stranded without so long as Yamato isn't here or he isn't bonded to another person. But flying around should be easy enough to do. Besides, he doesn't know how to really fly these things. They would be more of a sitting duck with these that can shoot than if he just flew around himself, carrying passengers to whenever wherever.

Still, maybe it's just unfamiliarity with the situation on his part. Even if he thinks he could easily take care of all the bad guys himself, he needs to have some restraint. Hopefully you have a good heart, because he'll turn to you.

"What should Uru do?" Fight? Fly? Get in the strange ship? He's relying on you for answers.


[ 3.Space Battle - Team Three ]

Evacuations are generally easy. Or... they should be. But despite the warfare going on around them, Ultimo is incredibly calm as he flies around, scooping people up and zooming them to safety, one in each arm, before returning and doing it on repeat. Back, forth, back, forth. All in a day's work for the mechanical boy.

But something crashes as he's in mid-transport with two in his arms to safety. He looks back and sees a building crumbling from an explosion. He sets the two quickly down and zooms quickly to the crumbling building. His gauntlets shift into large, metallic wings, and he uses them to quickly hide the people in the line of being crushed by debris. The building completely collapses all onto him, covering him in the debris. But... the people are safe. At least, for now. Now they have the problem of a limited air supply.

Ultimo tries to shift the debris, but with its weight, he runs the threat of having it crash through to the people inside his protection if he tries to push it all off at once. If you're nearby, you might here a muffled Ultimo yelling out for assistance, unsure of the best way to do this. Losing anyone is not an option.


[ 4A. Space Disco - Help or Customer ]

The mission was a success, and Ultimo is thrilled. But he's not amongst the party goers - instead, he's found himself in a stall, helping with the cooking and serving. He has no idea what the strange dish is that he's making, but he's doing it extremely well. Yes, this mechanical boy knows how to cook.

If you're helping out as well, he'll happily do whatever you tell him to do - stirfry the food, hand it to the hungry customers, help the boss out with the till. Before long, he's laughing at the overwhelming joy he feels - he's having so much fun, even without Yamato being there.

And when there's a momentary break, he'll hold out some of his hard work to you.

"Try some!" He's made this one especially for you. And, as long as you have tastebuds, it should be one of the best meals you've ever had.

If you're a customer, they are inevitably slammed. But Ultimo is fast, and he zooms through the line to get everyone's orders ahead of time, then makes them in quick procession with insane accuracy. Before too terribly long, the line is diminished in front of you, with people lining up behind you for seconds. And then you get your turn.

If you've placed your order with him already, he'll be holding out your dish to you, ready and fresh, with a wide smile on his face.

If you're just placing your order now, he'll be lightning quick with it and get it up to you within moments. Either way...

"Please enjoy your order!"

Ultimo will get a break shortly after, and he might be hovering around to everyone, checking in on them and how they like their food, enjoying the praise. When he finally gets to you, he scoots right in beside you.

"So, what do you think?"

All smiles here. He's fully expecting your praise.

space battle - team one

[enthunder]

It takes a moment to assess that, yes, the kid is talking to her. She's late out of the barracks they've turned into team headquarters, so her usual partner's already vanished out of the hangar in another ship - means she has time to turn to him and raise an eyebrow.

"That's the idea, yeah." She's not going to touch that 'turning into a space ship' with a ten-foot pole until there aren't alarms blaring softly overhead. Instead, she checks around, confirms that they're the only ones left on the deck, and holds out a hand. "Wanna back me up? I need a co-pilot."

[ultimate_angel]

Ultimo looks at the hand and then smiles.

"Okay! Uru can be a co-pilot!"

He reaches out a gauntletted hand and, with a remarkably gentle grip, accepts Lightning's hand. He's more than happy that someone is going to show him the way, and Lightning seems nice enough. Being a co-pilot shouldn't at all be bad. And he'll get into the ship almost naturally and without hesitation.

Geralt of Rivia | the Witcher (2020)

[willnotchoose]

1. dress-up dolls
[ Geralt stares at the contents of the closet like it's filled with things completely foreign to him instead of merely extremely strange clothes. He grunts and glowers at it all, poking at the different things. ]

What is any of this. Do people actually wear this?

2. Here we come to save the day
[ Geralt knows how to fight. Put a sword in his hands, or really anything with a blade or a striking surface, and he's an expert, he's been at it for entirely too many decades, was trained almost before he could speak.

But these...ships? The metal carts that fly through the stars? They're completely beyond him. So he mans the turret of the ship, because at least that he can scramble through, jaw grit as he pulls the trigger over and over, at least hitting his target most of the time even if he curses the whole thing just as often. ]

3. Party down?
[ The Witcher has never really been one for parties. He lurks in the corner, whatever he can find for alcohol in hand, but his clothes are strange, the music is grating, the crowd of bodies and everything that comes with them is practically overwhelming to amplified senses, reflexes keyed up for a fight under the constant onslaught of sensory input. Lights flicker, too sensitive to mutated eyes, so he broods in whatever corner he can find with his drink, a grim frown etched in his face. ]

And to think I thought this day couldn't possibly get worse.

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[oripyrothy]

[ Have a young teenage girl with.... black crystal horns, and demonic tail. And black stone growing out of her skin.

She's kind of giving Geralt a Look. ]

No, people don't actually wear it. At least not if they have any sense. But I guess people don't know how to dress where we're going.

Re: 1

[willnotchoose]

[ He gives the girl all of the yellow-red side-eye, but she opens her mouth to talk and doesn't charge at him to try to take his throat out or something. Sentient. Okay. Not an issue.

But the rest of her words don't exactly improve his mood any. ]

Evidently. But you would think there's at least one thing with solid colors.

1:

[hibana_incursa]

[ Gwen's used to Geralt's gruffness, so when he expresses disdain and irritation at the clothing, she hardly blinks. Instead, the spider child has wedged herself in a corner of the dressing car, digging through the shoes to find a pair. She's already picked her outfit, and she's sure she looks stupid. ]

This is all so we can fit in wherever we're going.

[ She's almost sure none of the disguises actually work. ]

Which, unfortunately, means the people we're going to try to help really like their weird clothing choices.

[willnotchoose]

Which is their prerogative but I don't see how it becomes my problem.

[ It's not as if he isn't going to stick out anyway, it just seems like an exercise in futility. ]

We'll still help no matter how we're dressed.

3

[thebetterweapon]

[ Creed shares the sentiment, and isn't far from Geralt. He doesn't know what the man is, but from his scent, human is a bit fair ways behind him. So, he's soft, and silent. He recognizes the squint of sensitive eyes and the grimace of hard on the ears music. He knows how bad it is. ]

Too bad we can't get drunk.

[ At least, Creed assumes that the guy can't get drunk. He certainly can't. ]

[willnotchoose]

It does seem like a fucking cruelty with this bullshit.

[ There's no point in arguing, and he's long since stopped trying to fit in anywhere. His eyes are yellow rimmed in red, pupils blown in deference to the generally dimmer light, hair white and skin pale, canines slightly more pointed than normal. People stare, he's used to it, but he can also tell the man next to him isn't entirely human either. What, he doesn't know, but he's not trying to kill him so it doesn't merit further investigation. ]

1. dress-up dolls

[usestwohands]

[At barely 5' tall, Geralt towers over the small dark elf nearby, but that doesn't stop him from looking over to the white-haired one, or from pausing when he fully takes note of Geralt. He has no idea what the tall man might be, but 'human' does not seem quite right. He looks back to the strange silver garment he'd been looking at himself and smiles, teeth white against his ebony skin.]

Jesters, perhaps. [He shrugs slightly.] Or the people who call this next world home.

[He shouldn't sound that excited about meeting them. He's a weird one.]

[willnotchoose]

[ He practically feels the eyes on him, but that's nothing new. People stare, he's grown used to it, the only thing that matters in it the motive underneath.

He's still not sure what it is with this one, but he looks over to take his measure. A strange one, but not an immediate threat. Someone who can be reasoned with if necessary, hopefully. ]

Neither of which I am, so why must I dress like one?

[spoilers]

Dressing Up:

[ Blend in. That's what the briefing had said. River's first reaction upon seeing what awaited her in the wardrobe is to laugh. ] They expect us to wear that? [ Well, blending in has never really been her style anyway. ] No. Absolutely not.

Space Battle - Team 3:

[ River would prefer to be fighting. She always feels more useful when she's fighting, some part of her falling back on old instincts. But right now, this is more important. This is where she's needed. She'll help as many as she can find shelter. This time, she'll let others do the fighting. ]

Space Disco:

[ The celebration is loud and riotous. It might be River's kind of party on a different day. She smiles as she moves through the crowds in the street, picking up a drink as she makes her way to a slightly quieter corner, leaning against a wall to watch the festivities.

The drink is good, the atmosphere celebratory. It has all the makings of a pleasant evening. She still doesn't quite trust those. ] They certainly know how to throw a party, don't they?

Dressing up

[dredefulchilde]

Would you rather wander around in a hoodie and cargo shorts?

[There’s a little boy, no more than ten years old but small for his age, rooting around in the wardrobes for something that fits him. He’s not having a ton of luck with it.]

It’s either that, or silver lamé.

Space Disco

[usernamesarecool]

[ Surprising absolutely no one, and especially probably not his wife, The Doctor is out on the dance floor teaching any kids nearby how to really shake loose and do the giraffe as well as some other questionable dance moves. Once the kids have got the hang of terrible dancing he breaks off and moves over to River, that self-satisfied grin on his face. ]

Come on dear, it's not a party unless you dance.

Dressing Up: (oh my god cr i never knew i needed)

[blueberryprincess]

None of it is my taste, either. I really wish I had time to make adjustments, but whoever runs the train thinks a handful of hours is the best warning we can get.

[ Princess though she is, and kind hearted VK that Evie can be? She sounds a touch irritated. ]

But maybe I can help you find something that'll flatter you? I run a fashion business back home, so hopefully we can pull something together for you out of this absolute riot of confusing patterns and colors.

Drizzt Do'Urden | Forgotten Realms

[usestwohands]

Dressing Up
Violet eyes move over the folds and straight lines of the silver jumpsuit as he holds it aloft by the hanger from which it's draped, curiosity and awe apparent in his expression. He's new to the train, it's true, and the white-haired, ebony-skinned young elf has never seen anything like it. He returns the hanger to the rack, but only to test the shimmering material with his fingers, pulling it on one direction, then turning it in his hands and moving it the other way, a small crease of confusion forming between his delicate eyebrows.

He turns suddenly when his sharp ears hear the approach of other feet and looks over from his modest and slight frame, eyebrows risen in question even before he speaks.

"Are you able to tell me what this is made from? I've never seen its like before."

Greenhouse Car
His mentor, and his only true friend, Montolio DeBrouchee, had gifted the young elf with many things: companionship, language, a goddess worthy of worship, and a love of growing things. It served to reason the dark elf would gravitate to the car dedicated to such things. He pulled the hood of his provided coat low to shade his sensitive eyes from the necessary lighting as he tended the budding greenery. This was a place of new beginnings, not only a source of food for the lot of them, but also a came place of sanctuary, where one could come to collect their thoughts.

The other gardeners were content to keep their own council and Drizzt was more than willing to comply, though, periodically, he glances toward a small, onyx figurine of what looks to be a panther, and makes a comment about his work, or something he's seen on the train.

"It is likely for the best I cannot reach here, Guenwhyvar. the train is far too cramped. You'd likely be bored."

wildcard
Video Broadcast

[It's clear from the uncertainty etched into the young dark elf's delicate features that he's unaccustomed to addressing a crowd. He swallows before speaking, eyes looking this way and that, clearly possessing no idea whatsoever which direction he should be facing.

When he speaks, his words are just as tentative, hesitant but not quiet. Montolio taught him that much at least. One must actually speak if they are to be heard.]

Greetings, everyone. I've never possessed a means, before, with which to speak with so many at once. If I am proceeding incorrectly, please say so.

[He clears his throat and takes a breath, apparently steeling his resolve, before continuing.]

I am Drizzt Do'Urden, and while I come from a land where many walks of life may be found, their numbers pale when compared to the variation found here. I look forward to meeting you all, and learning something of your homelands. If you would know of mine, I would gladly share it.

[He waits for a moment, and then his fine white eyebrows rise in surprise as he realises he has to end this transmission before anyone can respond. He chuckles self-consciously before nodding once.]

Thank you.

[And he turns off the feed.]

Dressing Up

[swordsage]

The swordsage had seen a few things in her time. Certainly the Sidhelien were masters of their craft, spinning moonlight into silk, but for all their mighty skill, Maebhrin was just as befuddled as the dark elf.

"I have not," she said, reaching delicate fingers to stroke the weave, even as her brows arched. "My people never made anything so fine. At least, not while I lived among them. Perhaps since my departure they have, but I cannot think so."

Especially since she thought the Sidhelien were a race in decline. Could they be capable of expanding their awareness and creativity? Mae didn't really think so...

Greenhouse

[marriedanidiot]

"Oh, but that is a lovely sculpture!" The tall red-haired elven woman looks up when he speaks from where she had been doing carvings of figures on some of the smaller rocks in the garden. There are seven figures, mostly fairly rough. But the one she is working on is a tall scarred elf that despite the dimunitive size seems to carry so much love and worry in his expression he might speak at any moment.

"Did you do that yourself?"

Charlie McGee - Firestarter - OTA

[ambusti_terrae]

Dressing Up:

Man, there couldn't be more irritation on her face if Charlie tried. She was not for this mission. She didn't even sign up to be on this train (never mind the fact that literally no one else did, either), so she didn't see why she had to play along.

So to whoever's helping her find an outfit for this mission out of the pile of Renn-Faire scraps? She's not going to be helpful in return.

In fact, she has a book from what passes as a library and is decidedly ignoring everything on offer.

Enjoy the semi-surly and certainly paranoid teen girl who is very Unsure of why anyone would bother with her at all.

Disco:

Okay, so she ended up going on the mission. Fine. Whatever. And her powers proved dead useful in the fight, which actually felt pretty good to her. She'd done something right with them, something Good. She took a Very Bad Thing and saved the day in a way that didn't leave her mourning for losses or feeling remorse for hurting people.

But this music was in fact way too loud, and there were too many people in the room. She was having a small anxiety attack from it and that Firething in her was aching to be let out at something. Anything. It just needed to go.

So Charlie makes an attempt for the door that leads outside, eyes darting everywhere, small girl swiftly stepping out of the way of people and not even offering apologies when she does bump into anyone. Nor does she hear anyone calling her (If there is anyone). Soon enough, the girl makes it outside and to a pile of broken wooden boxes, letting her fire out with a whoosh and a sudden burst of heat as the wood catches quickly. And then Charlie sighs, letting it burn for a bit before pulling it back a bit at a time, and looking kind of tired from the exercise.

It's very likely she won't be going back inside at all. Fuck. That.

(Panic? at the) Disco

[swordsage]

After living a relatively lonely existence, being surrounded by so many humanoids rapidly entered the 'no thank you' stage for the Sidhelien. She wasn't worried that she'd hurt anyone, Maebhrin was not, but an unseemly act of some sort might be likely...and her upbringing would not allow that.

So instead of staying to watch, as she might in other circumstances, she used her swiftness and stealth. But first, she went to catch up some tidbits from the food table, and a pair of glasses--filled with simple apple juice. Some humans, Maebhrin had found, were strange about alcohol, and she would not make an enemy this day. Especially when she had to live with the human girl.

The elf is almost preternaturally silent, but she does catch the human's rather fiery performance, and so if nothing else, the firelight catches Maebhrin's wide eyes and pale face, though she says nothing.

D-d-d-disco

[thehairington]

Steve used to be very much the party guy. Frat boy in training, right at the forefront being the most obnoxious. But he's Grown Up since then, had a few adjustments to his worldview, and these days parties are great, but sometimes there are much more important things.

In this particular instance, consisting of a girl ducking outside looking like she's about ready to lose her shit. So he follows, worry sense tingling, right in time to catch the boxes going up in flame and then extinguishing. He should be backing away in concern for his own safety, but his world's gotten a hell of a lot weirder even before he ended up here, so he doesn't. Walks towards her instead, stopping after giving her enough distance so he hopefully won't get torched.

"Whoa. Cool."

Steve Harrington | Stranger Things

[thehairington]

costume party
[ He looks around at the inside of the car with an amused and vaguely impressed grin. It's too flashy, and absolutely ridiculous, but it's like something out of a movie. Like, a weird, B one. He selects something at random, crazy collar and crazier colors, and holds it up against himself, striking a pose. ]

Okay, be honest. Does this make my ego look big?

party time?
[ Steve has historically been all about the party life, but these days he's not quite so drawn to them. Too much other shit to deal with. But he joins the crowd anyway, snags a glass of something as he moves among them and tries to find a quieter spot to get a little space to breathe. He leans into whoever's next to him with an amused smirk. ]

What do you think. Guy's first dance party?

party time:

[blueberryprincess]

[ When parties like this got going, Evie really missed Auradon. Their parties were so much fun for Evie for a variety of reasons. She saw her friends. She even got to make so many outfits for them.

For parties like this, Evie had her fun in the kitchen when the people they helped allowed her to.

And now that the food had all been put out and people were more interested in dancing than eating, Evie was out with her friends. When Steve asks his question, she shrugs. ]

It's possible, but let's hold off on judging just yet.