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.

Comments

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?

[usestwohands]

[There's a grace and fluidity to his motions Drizzt recognizes, and Geralt might recognize in turn to spite the young elf's appearance: a swordsman. Drizzt is in the midst of his awkward 50s, appearing roughly fifteen years of age by human reckoning, where his limbs appear a shade too long for his torso, but his movements are clearly trained, and finely.]

They asked us to 'blend in'. [He leaves the explanation at that for a moment before smirking.] Neither of us will be guilty of that, I fear. [And he moves closer, holding out a hand because his mentor taught him it was the way in which humans greeted one another.] I am Drizzt.

[willnotchoose]

Like I give a shit.

[ Blending in has never been high on his list of priorities. But he grasps the offered hand briefly to be polite after a few moments' consideration. ]

Geralt.

[usestwohands]

Well-met, Geralt. [He inclines his head slightly in greeting.] But our task is to aid those in this next world. It would be easier if we looked the part.

[willnotchoose]

For what purpose? It doesn't make us less capable if we don't, and like you said. Neither of us will blend in regardless. So what's the point?

[usestwohands]

[He casts his gaze toward the ceiling for a moment, as though looking toward someone or something that might be watching, then looks back to Geralt.]

Do you know how it was we found ourselves on the platform, awaiting this train?

[willnotchoose]

I'm aware it happened.

[ Which essentially translates to "no, not really". ]

I assume some kind of magic. Didn't bother to pay attention to the details.

[usestwohands]

Whatever the reason, it wasn't happenstance.

[He made a vague motion, indicating the train in general.]

It was contrived, intentional, and we have no inkling of its origin. I know enough of magic to know something like this would require a vast source of power and a great amount of skill.

[And he takes one of the suits, much too large for his frame but fitting for Geralt, from the rack, holding it out to him.] It would be in our best interests to play along until we better understand what we're up against.

[willnotchoose]

[ Geralt pulls a face at the suit, like it's a complete assault to every one of his senses, but ultimately grunts in something like assent and accepts the damn thing. ]

Not in my nature to play along.

[usestwohands]

[Nonplussed by Geralt's revulsion, Drizzt presses on.]

It is no surrender. [And a slight smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as a thought occurs to him.] consider it reconnaissance.

[willnotchoose]

Never said it was surrendering.

[ He just continues to shoot the kid blank looks. ]

For what.

[usestwohands]

We were brought here for a purpose. If it were as simple as asking, we would know what that purpose is. I believe there is a common thread to be found in these worlds we visit and I mean to find it.

[willnotchoose]

Good for you.

[ So dry. So unimpressed. ]

[usestwohands]

[He tilts his head to the side, thoughtful, for a moment, before responding.]

What do you intend to do?

[willnotchoose]

Stay on-board if I had a choice in things. But since I evidently don't, keep my head down and maybe try to make a little coin.

[ Same as always, not that Drizzt necessarily knows. ]