voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 011

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Test Drive Meme 011

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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A. Dressing Up

Everything was so ridiculous he couldn't help but laugh as he went through the outfits. They were all like something out of the 70s or 80s or something like that, but there was something charming about them. He didn't have any qualms about getting dressed up in one of the outfits, shoulder pads and all, and then went to the closest intact mirror to get a look at himself.

He looked as ridiculous as he'd figured he would, but he didn't mind. The only thing that marred his new fashion look was the ugly yellow bruise on his face and split cheek, which he raised a hand to gently touch.

Straightening up, he dropped his hand away and turned from the mirror. "I feel like I'm ready for a movie set," he joked.

B. Space Disco

Okay, funny fashion aside, this place really knew how to party. Nico wasn't the best dancer, so he didn't really bother much with that, but he was all for trying new foods. Alright, well, and if there was any alcohol, he'd totally change his mind about the whole 'not the best dancer' thing and would cave and try to learn some new dances. He wouldn't be very good at it, but he'd be laughing the whole time.

Right up until he bumped into someone else by accident. "Sorry, sorry!" he apologized. "I didn't see you there."

C. Gym Car

He'd tucked his hoodie off to the side where it wouldn't be in anyone's way, and he'd wrapped his hands before laying into one of the training dummies with a series of punches. His form was decent, but it could always do with some improvement, maybe some proper training. He'd clearly had some hands on experience with fighting though, if the bruises scattered across his ribs and back were anything to judge by.

Blaine has been, for the most part, steering clear of Nico after their arrival. Things were off, and he couldn't quite put his finger on why. He'd intended to come to the gym car, try to blow off a little steam but here Nico was, again. This train was too damn small.

Still, he couldn't stop himself from looking, a frown twisting at his lips. "We haven't even been here a week, who the hell did you piss off bad enough to get bruised up like that?" he asks, pulling off his own hoodie and heading for the tape to start wrapping his own hands.

Nico tensed when Blaine came into the gym car. They hadn't really talked since they'd gotten here, and he knew he should probably just confront Blaine about the whole thing, everything that had happened before they ended up here, but... it was painful, and he was still reeling from it. He felt betrayed, used, and yet despite all of that, he couldn't stop himself from loving Blaine.

"You should know," he said, looking over, eyeing Blaine for a moment before looking away again. It almost hurt to look at him, knowing what he'd done. And now here Blaine was, acting like nothing had happened.

Blaine's brow furrowed in response, his gaze going back to the bruises as if he were trying to remember putting them there, even though... his gaze went back to Nico's face. "And how should I? I've never hit you," not as Blaine, anyway. "You haven't even told me why you're so mad at me," and he really would like to know, so he could fix it, please.

He wound tape over his knuckles a few times on each hand, then walked over to one of the other training dummies. He was entirely free of bruises and scrapes, though he had more than his fair share of scars. It looked like he hadn't been in a scuffle for weeks.

"What're you talking about?" Nico said, looking over again. "You know exactly what happened." Didn't Blaine? Why would he be acting clueless, it wasn't like he could pretend nothing had happened and actually get away with it. Nico wasn't stupid.

He wasn't even trying to be vague on purpose; Blaine knew exactly why Nico was upset with him. He'd been there. It didn't get any clearer than that, in this kind of situation.

There's only one thing Blaine can think of that would piss Nico off that much, but as far as he knew Nico was still in the dark -- and if he weren't, surely he'd be a whole lot more pissed off than this. He shakes his head and huffs irritably as he punches the dummy, being careful to only use a perfectly normal amount of force. "Fine, be that way," he knocks the dummy right in the nose and sends it wobbling.

Sighing in frustration, Nico dropped his hands and fully turned towards Blaine. He wasn't trying to be any way. If anything, it was Blaine who was being difficult.

"I'm not the one who-" Nico glanced towards the door, making sure no one else was going to come in, then lowered his voice just in case. "I'm not the one who lied about shit while actually being Falcon." He knew he'd kept secrets, too, but he hadn't known that Blaine was Falcon. He'd just been trying to keep the people he cared about safe, and if he'd had to keep his identity as Cinder a secret...than so be it.

Blaine's eyes go wide and the dummy almost smacks him in the face before he catches it, turning his head to stare at Nico for a few achingly long seconds of silence. "You... you don't seriously think I'm him, do you?" he asks, but he can already see that Nico has been convinced, by what he's not sure.

But it does have him instinctively shifting his weight, like he expects Nico to come at him. "That's crazy." Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He didn't want to have another fight about whether or not Blaine was Falcon, because it wasn't a point that needed to be argued about. He just didn't understand why Blaine was acting like this.

"I know. And all these-" he gestured to his bruises, including the one on his face "-are from you." Nico was angry, sure, but he was also just...tired. Finding out your boyfriend was the masked villain you fought weekly took a lot out of a guy.

Blaine doesn't know how Nico knows, but he doesn't insult his intelligence by denying it again -- whatever gave him away, it must've been good. "How'd you find out?" he asks, lips twisted into a tight frown as he sizes up Nico's injuries again. "And more importantly, when? I don't remember going at you that hard any time recently," he folds his arms over his chest, like that's going to help him look tougher somehow.

"Are you messing with me?" Because if he was, he was succeeding. Nico felt thrown off, a little unsure if he'd imagined everything or not. But...he had the bruises to prove it, so it had definitely been real, right?

"You slipped up," he said, sighing. "We were fighting, you called me Nico." Instead of Cinder. "And when? I don't know, just..." he gestured vaguely. When relative to what?

Blaine shakes his head hard, scowling as he tries to work up what's happening. "I definitely didn't do that," and it's downright insulting to think that he would. "I only found out you were... just a couple weeks ago. From that stupid cut on your hand that you said came from a cage door. A cage door. You need to learn to lie better."

"Didn't do what? Mess with me or slip up? Because you definitely slipped up." He still didn't know why Blaine didn't seem to remember, but at least they were talking about things.

"The cut?" He blinked a few times, but then he remembered. The cut he'd gotten from fighting Falcon/Blaine. "Hey, everyone else believes me when I tell them how clumsy I am at work," he retorted. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Yeah, sure. Hey, Nico. I know we're getting all cozy and everything but that cut on your hand? Yeah, I know you got it as Cinder because I'm the fucking Falcon and I've been trying to beat you into submission since you got back to town. That's a great date-night conversation," Blaine hissed. "And I did not slip up. I've never called you by your name with our masks on. Ever. I'm not stupid."

Something twisted in Nico's stomach, and he wasn't sure it was because he was upset. But there was a part of him that was upset, because he was so tired of fighting Blaine, about everything.

"Right," he snapped. "And you didn't tell me you killed the cops involved in Oksana's murder, either, did you?" He knew for a fact that Blaine had.

"No, I didn't, because you made it pretty clear you'd be upset and that you wouldn't approve of my methods. But they were the first people I went for. For you, for her," he huffs irritably. "Besides, it was safer for you not to know, at least before I knew you were Cinder. And after, it was too late. What was I supposed to do, Nico? I'm already in love with you, I don't want to lose you." But it felt like that was what was happening, right now.

He turns away from Nico, swiping his hoodie off the floor and tugging it back on, dark curls covering his face as his head emerges.

"Because you're killing people." He couldn't help it; he raised his voice a little. He wasn't shouting, but he was speaking louder than he'd originally intended to. "That's...it's not right."

Sighing, he scrubbed his hands over his head. This wasn't helping. He understood that Blaine hadn't told him he knew for the same reason that Nico hadn't told him, but he still felt...betrayed. Did Blaine feel that way, too?

Going after Blaine, Nico reached for his arm, firm but gentle at the same time. "Blaine..." he said, quieter than before. "I just want to talk."

"Shut up," he hisses, turning to face Nico, ready to storm over and cover the idiot's mouth if he needed to. He didn't know what kind of people were on this train, but they didn't all seem like the type that were just willing to overlook having a literal super-powered killer in their midst.

He scowls when Nico grabs his arm, letting out a heavy sigh and searching Nico's face. "Why bother?" he asks quietly. "I already know how you feel about Falcon. So maybe we should just steer clear of each other."

He cringed when Blaine told him to shut up. He knew he'd spoken too loud, and he didn't intend or want anyone to over hear them. Raising his voice had been an accident.

"Because I still love you," he said quietly. "And I want to understand you. I didn't...I never wanted to hurt you." He wanted to work things out, somehow. Maybe reach some kind of compromise. He knew they didn't see eye-to-eye, but...

Nicolai Kuznetsov | OC

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