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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[dreamsofwar]

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.

[dreamsofpeace]

"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.

[dreamsofwar]

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.

[dreamsofpeace]

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.

[dreamsofwar]

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.

[dreamsofpeace]

"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.

[dreamsofwar]

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.

[dreamsofpeace]

"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?

[dreamsofwar]

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."

[dreamsofpeace]

"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?"

[dreamsofwar]

"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."

[dreamsofpeace]

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.

[dreamsofwar]

"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.

[dreamsofpeace]

"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."

[dreamsofwar]

"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."

[dreamsofpeace]

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...

[dreamsofwar]

That took all the wind out of his sails, and he let out a long sigh, sizing Nico up for a few long seconds. "Idiot," he said softly, shaking his arm out of Nico's grip, so he could grab his hand instead. "You already understand me," he pulls the hand up, kissing Nico's fingers since his knuckles were still covered. "But we're gonna have to sort some shit out, because I do not remember punching you there," he places a palm gently over a bruise. "Not recently enough for it to still be this dark, anyway."

[dreamsofpeace]

"Do I?" he said softly, some of the tension draining from his shoulders. He felt like he was still missing something, a puzzle piece that would make everything clear. But maybe he already had all of the pieces and he just couldn't figure out where they went.

"I don't know why you don't remember," he said, tipping his face gently into Blaine's hand. "And we're going to have to talk about the whole beating each other up, thing."

[dreamsofwar]

He sighs heavily, leaning in to kiss Nico gently. "How about we just stop doing that," he suggests. "I only did it to keep up appearances once I knew it was you. Otherwise it would've been a dead giveaway. Vicious vigilante beats everyone up except that one guy. If that doesn't scream gay, I don't know what does," he snorts.

[dreamsofpeace]

Nico's heart fluttered, despite the fact that they'd just been arguing, and what Nico had recently found out. "Yeah, that's what I was going to suggest. I don't think I could...keep doing this if we kept fighting." Physically, at least. He could handle the verbal fighting a lot better, though he hoped that lessened, too.

[dreamsofwar]

"I did try to ease up after I figured out it was you," he replies softly, headbutting Nico gently. "But if you're looking for a workout, I bet I can still beat you in a spar," and now he was grinning.

[dreamsofpeace]

His smile was a little watery, and after a moment he wrapped his arms around Blaine, tucking his face against his shoulder. Was it really this easy? Could they just...go back to normal after everything that had happened? He wasn't sure they'd had a proper talk about it, but...what else was there to say? "Are we...are we okay?" he asked quietly.

[dreamsofwar]

Blaine's arms curled around him naturally, pressing his cheek to Nico's hair. "Yeah," he replies quietly. "At least until we run into someone worth fighting." There wasn't likely to be someone like that on the train, anyway, so it was probably going to be a while before they needed to have that sorted out, anyway.

[dreamsofpeace]

Nico took a deep breath, pressing a gentle kiss to Blaine's shoulder. "Maybe we can...reach a compromise," he suggested. There had to be middle ground they could agree on, couldn't there? If he could persuade Blaine that not every criminal or 'terrible' person needed to die, then that alone would be progress. As for being convinced that sometimes murder was the right option...well, they could cross that hurdle when they came to it.

[dreamsofwar]

That got a snort. "I'm pretty sure 'never kill again' isn't really a compromise," he replies, but he's not outright rejecting it, so maybe it's a step in the right direction. "Besides, we don't even know what kind of things this place is going to ask of us. Maybe I won't need to." Or maybe they'll be in situations where it's socially acceptable. Like war.