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.

Threaded | Flat

A. DRESSING UP

[ Ifrit is holding up the gaudiest outfit in the world, or in many worlds even, with a look of disgust on her face. She's got it in one hand, held away from her like the outfit is contagious and she might catch bad fashion sense from it. ] Do they... do they honestly expect me to wear something like this?

Somebody as great as me would nev- [ Whatever she had been about to say is cut off as the outfit in her hand catches fire. The flames begin to lick up from the bottom of the tacky metallic shirt, and as Ifrit notices, she lets out a yelp that cuts off her speech. ]

I didn't, I-- [ She tosses the outfit to the ground, but now it's REALLY burning, liable to spread if something isn't done. ] Crap crap crap...

This wasn't my fault!!

B. SPACE DISCO

[ Ifrit felt entirely useless during the attack. She was used to being on the frontlines - well, okay, back behind the frontlines a bit, with her flamethrower. But more to the point, she was somebody who went on missions and fought. But she couldn't do shit that time. Pilot a ship? As if! She'd just set fire to the inside and kill her partner or whoever.

And now, as if she didn't feel bad enough about that, there was a big celebration, celebrating the thing she couldn't help at all in. Plus... she didn't do well with celebrations to begin with.

Which is why Ifrit looks incredibly sullen just outside one of the many dances, plopped down on a bench and eating.... some sort of pepper, it looks like? She's just shoving it in her face, whole.

She's not so out of it that she can't notice when somebody gets a little too close, though. ] The hell you want?

C. MEDICAL BAY

[ Ifrit gets to do something she hates doing - studying.

Specifically, she was looking up medical information on oripathy. She spent her entire life being treated for it, but now that she was separated from people who could help her with it - separated from Silence - she had no idea what to do.

What she did know was that she'd need to start her treatments back up sooner than later, even if she had to find a way to do it herself.

Unfortunately, not only does she hate studying, she's also bad at it. She ends this study session in the medical car by slamming down the book she was reading and letting out a very loud ] UUUUUUUUUGH.

Kill me now. It'll be quicker.

BASIC CHARACTER INFO.

Ifrit looks something like a demon, with demonic-style horns and tail, though those are notably made out of some smooth black rock. She also has lesions on her skin - mainly visible on her legs and arms - made out of the same black rock. Besides those, she appears human. Physically, she seems somewhere in her mid-teens, even if she doesn't act it sometimes.

[Jaika is an Old Republic Jedi knight who had a period when he fell to the dark side, but has since mended his ways. His sister, who was also going sith, did not mend her ways, and their resulting duel ended in an explosion that blinded him for life. Early 30s.]

-Dressing up-

There's a fair amount of joking about how ridiculous your outfit looked, when a friendly voice piped up behind you. It was some manner of alien, who loudly declared "Well I think your outfit looks great!"

Of course, his face is a mess of scars, and his eyes are covered by a blindfold. There's NO way he can see you, so that's probably sarcasm.

-Team two-

Jaika isn't really much of an engineer. He could manage to get by when his eyes worked but now he's mainly just kind of staying out of the way and being emotionally supportive. At least, until the highly damaged ship you were working on had a landing gear collapse, bringing the whole thing down on your head.

Now he's being LITERALLY supportive, holding out one hand and concentrating. The ship stopped falling inches from your face. It's got nothing holding it up, but it's not falling.

"I know I'm good looking but if you just stand their staring, you're gonna get nicknamed 'pancake'! Get out of the way!"

Space Disco

Being comfortable at parties aren't really what the Jedi are known for, but Jaika always felt better when he was around lots of other people, so he's wallflowering like a boss, with a cup of juice in hand. He doesn't look uncomfortable or awkward, which is the normal idiom for wallflowers, just content to not be the center of attention.

Despite the blindfold and all the background noise, Jaika noticed when someone was approaching him. "They really know how to throw a party, huh? I haven't been to one this loud since I lived on Coruscant."

Dressing up:

[Maru stood staring at the clothes within the dressing room. A brief moment of panic crossed his features before they closed off.]

.... Nope.

[He turned around, fully intending to go back to bed. Why had he been bothered and made to come and look at clothes that he wouldn't wear in a hundred million years? It was such a pain...]

Space Battle: Team Three -

[Space... Cats didn't belong in space. They didn't belong in space ships or fixing space ships and they definitely didn't belong in crowded cities full of people who should have been indoors or running for the hills, instead they were milling about like nothing was happening.

Maru might have gotten annoyed at this, had he been someone else.

As it was he was huddled close by where they had been dropped off, a small, black cat trying not to be noticed.

And doing a damn fine job of it all things considered!]

Space Disco:

[How they'd won, Maru had no idea. But somehow they had (no thanks to him, probably) and now things were back to normal.

Or as normal as a weird alien planet could get.

It was loud.

The people were weird.

The food was okay though.

Maru sat away from most of the party, as far away from the noise as he could get but still able to find food if and when he needed it.

He sat cross legged on a table munching on something that looked like a bread roll but kind of tasted like chocolate. It was nice.]

[ooc: "Maru" is the new name of Sleepy Ash (Kuro) from the manga/anime Servamp.]

Dressing Up

Half of Deedee's joys in her life, virtual or otherwise, was getting cosplay on. She is loving this, and is going straight for the silver spandex and bubble helms. There is, however, some difficulty she's having...

"I'm guessing that they don't have many aliens with tails here... and exposing these to vaccum isn't the greatest idea," she says, wagging all three of her tails and frowning. "Any suggestions?"

Team Three
Deedee is going along to the injured and people who've been crushed by falling debris, hoisting what she can and throwing it aside.

"I can heal but it's Stamina-intensive," she says, grimacing. "I'm gonna need to uh, prioritize people who can't walk. What's the word. Triage."

Star Disco: Arrivederci Dignity

Deedee is hanging back against the wall, arms folded, maybe shrugging in time to the beat if anything, clearly nervous. Putting herself out there to save lives is one things. Putting herself out there socially is something else.

But now she's tapping her foot to the music and biting her lip as she looks out at the dance floor. She's thinking about it. But she might need a little push.

[OOC info: Deedee woke up as her character from the VR-MMO Another World Online - much like every other user on the North American test server and their avatars, who very quickly started viciously infighting. She's spent the last month of ingame time getting acclimated, trying to fight the playerbase's worst excesses, and working out the implications of just how much more comfortable she is in this body than her IRL one.

Visually, she looks like a muscular foxgirl martial artist made in a high-end character builder - which is exactly what she is.]

I. Space Battle: Team One

Reno was tapping his hand idly on the joystick of the craft he was currently sitting in. The longer he waited, the more quick and impatient the taps became. He was sitting in the pilot's seat, ready to take off. All he needed was a partner on the weapons console.

If he were back in Midgar he'd already have a partner ready to go. Rude wouldn't have kept him waiting for so long! Well, unless Reno had hidden the big guy's sunglasses or something but--never mind that. It wouldn't have been this long a wait.

"Yo! Hurry up, would ya? I ain't got all day!"

II. Space Disco

Most of the music was horrible and the dress style even more so, but Reno liked a good party when the work was all done. He always needed a vacation. Any time was the best of times. He was good at his job, he deserved it as far as he was concerned.

He was a smooth operator on the dance floor. He was quick and agile and held a pretty good rhythm when the beat was rocking to his style. He liked to add his own light show every now and again, using his EMR stick to produce a spark that he welded quite deftly with his dance moves.

Eventually he headed outside to the street vendors for a quick break from the beat. He downed a ton of water to keep hydrated but was definitely downing other beverages on the side, too. At one point he eyed the mysterious food available.

"Eh, ya think this is safe for off-worlders, yo?" he asked the nearest Voidtrecker with no prompt other than catching their attention and then jabbing his thumb at the food being offered in the stand nearest them.

III. Wildcard

Or make up a scenario for on the train! Anywhere, doing just about any thing, is fine. Come at me, yo!

Edited 2020-04-15 06:58 (UTC)

Dressing Up
[If Stella was here she knew that she would absolutely hate the outfits that they would have to be wearing and knowing her would have just used magic to make them better.

Flora herself while she knew they weren't the best, she was aware they were going to have to wear them for a reason. So she was more than happy to change in the clothing. Once she could figure out what was the best in her mind.

Eyes scanning what was available and her fingers tracing each item of clothing she soon managed to pick a complete outfit out.]

I guess this is the best option. What do you think of this? [She figured she might as well get an opinion from whoever else was with her as she turned around.]

Space Battle: Team Three
[Getting people into shelters was easy enough to do without full use of her powers. So Flora was all over the place going to find people who might be hiding because they are scared to kneel down to young children's level to try and comfort them. When she figured they would need more than her, mostly the injured she looked over.]

Is there anyone who can help lift someone?

Dressing Up:
Zack was having a blast! Whatever else happened with this mission, dressing up in insane clothes would be a memory he would cherish. He just wished he had a way to actually take pictures of the awesome outfits he was making up, each one more outlandish than the last.

And yet, it was the huge leather trench coat that caught his eye. It was beautiful! Almost as good as the massive, spiked shoulder pads he'd found.

Everything was yanked off, all the metal and straps and the coat thrown on over the dark red shirt and leather pants with all the pockets, belts and chains. He stood in front of the full length mirror with a big, ever-so-slightly pleased grin.

"You are one sexy beast!" He struck a pose. Oh yes. He looked good. Which was totally the point of this mission, obviously.

Space Battle: Theme Three -

Pilot? No.
Grease monkey? Definitely not.
The guy running through the streets yelling for people to get indoors or get outta the way? Yep. That was Zack Fair.

So far he'd physically carried an old woman to a shelter, threatened a group of teenagers with an ass whooping if they didn't get to safety, and helped any number of others to find shelter. It never felt enough. For each one he sent to safety there were a dozen more looking confused or uncaring.

Zack rolled his eyes and yelled at a group of people who were in his way. They scattered and he half turned, waving his sword around in a mildly threatening manner. "GET INSIDE!" He cried out to them, just as one of the Enemy soldiers dropped from from the roof of a building.

Space Disco:

To go from fighting to dancing was weird as hell. But Zack was up for it.

While he wasn't in the thick of it, he was definitely giving it his all and learning the weird dance of their people.

(As a note, Spark is the cat form, Gar is the human form, Privater Pirate is the golem form. Unless you know in Wake that the three are the same, please do not know it here. If your character is from Dominic Deegan, please note that Gar looks like Gregory except blond with green eyes and PP looks like Quilt. Down to the pirate costume....)

Dressing up - Spark

Dressing up? SWEET! The cat was so there for that! Of course somehow amid all the chrome and shoulder pads somehow the cat had found a square of cloth to use as a bandana that he got someone to tie over his head for him, then he wiggled his way into an eye patch. "ARRRRR! Captian Spark rides again!" he cheered happily. He hadn't gotten to do the pirate thing much given the need to keep Privateer Pirate a secret, but he'd checked, no one here had heard of an Akuma as far as he could tell. That meant not Papillon! And the only scent he recognized at all was Nita's. Maybe. He was pretty sure it was her he had gotten a whiff of, though he hadn't been able to find him. It was pure chance he hadn't encountered Conan or Will's scents yet. But still, unless somehow Nita was the butterfly baddie - which he doubted - he could ease up a little on the secret identity thing. At least enough to enjoy being a pirate again! YAAAAAAAAAR!

Someone might be prancing around as a pirate for the next few hours demanding fish from anyone who didn't want to walk the plank. Feel free to be the one he asked to help him with the bandana or someone who got asked for fish!

Dressing up - Garfield Agreste

Gar slipped into the car several hours after Spark's little parade up and down the train he had ducked into a car that had no one in it for a moment and that moment was all it had taken to swap to a tall gangly blond boy with green eyes in his hoodie and baggy pants and worn sneakers. Okay so the clothes were a bit more Renard - Gar than he usually went these days, but they were comfortable. And he wouldn't be noticed since other people wore hoodies here. Except he hadn't really noticed the whole team color thing... So his hoodie being black with the words "When I'm Dog tired I take a Cat nap" in grey, with a grey hood might stand out a bit more than he intended. He was poking around the dressing car. He wasn't going to take anything, but he wanted to figure out what he should be making with his Bending....

He hadn't been at the platform. At least not in this body. He hadn't counted on how quickly everyone knew everyone else here, or how much his clothes would stand out. Poor kid thinks he's blending in as he looks at a steel pauldron trying to figure out what sort of weird hat it was supposed to be...

Team Three - Privateer Pirate

So of course after all that preparing... they needed Privateer Pirate more than Spark or Gar. A cat could get a complex, except that his brother and Nino had taught him how to step up and be a hero when a hero was needed and grumble later. He just wished he had a friend to grumble with.

Still, it was kind of fun being Privateer Pirate again, even if that meant that Spark had to be less piratey in the future again. Bad pun fueled powers were just awesome. For example...

Seen an attack come he jumped up onto a vehicle, putting himself between the people fleeing and the projectile. "LEAF THEM ALONE!" he said as the projectile turned into a series of leaves that blew away on the wind. "Guess they really blew that one, huh?" he asked, wishing Connie or one of the Chats was there to grin at his bad joke. At this point he'd take getting scowled at by Link. He missed Nautilus already...

Edited 2020-04-15 10:25 (UTC)

Crisis on a ship
Alex hadn't expected there to be so many things needing attending to. So she was frantically running back and forward completing puzzles in order to meet the ship's needs and hopefully keep it ahead of the pursuing ship. It was fun since it was just a game if a surprisingly immersive one, but it was very hectic stuff.

Team two
Fixing spaceships weren't Alex's forte. She could repair dolls, but this? Beyond her league.

Fortunately, since she had first arrived on the train, she'd had time to create some dolls imbued with love and one of them? Just happened to be inherently good at fixing things. She just had to awaken that potential. So now she was handing assorted things to a doll that was deep in spaceship innards and busily working on restoring it.

Space Disco
Initially Alex had simply watched with food in hand. But all that was just a prelude, as she absorbed the local dances. And now it was time to put on the sweet moves. And put on the sweet moves she did, dancing with a smooth grace inherent to her.

Space Battle: Team Two

[ Meliantha has pretty much no technical skills at all. She does have one skill, though that can help a lot: ]

Do you need anything held up or open there?

[ Being extremely strong and with nearly unending stamina means she can hold up your average car engine block for a couple of hours, so hopefully that helps... ]

Space Battle: Team Three

INTO THE SHELTERS! THIS WAY!

[ Meliantha's voice is rough, but it can carry (a skill learned on battlefields). She carries a very large sword which uses to direct people by pointing it, along with yelling. Her eyes, meanwhile, sweep the crowd, watching for people who fall, or drop things. A brief break in the crowd, and she takes a deep breath, glances over, and says: ]

I hope we don't lose people to panic.

Hello Space Sister Disco

[ Some people are content to party. Meliantha is not the party type, really. She watches the area, tried to dodge people, and sometimes tries some food. She's a bit tired, but she's also keeping an eye out for street-thieves taking advantage of people. You might overhear her saying: ]

Not my preferred thing to do.

(For reference: Meliantha looks mostly human, except for her grey skin, pointed ears, eyes that are a pure amethyst color without a pupil or iris, and a mouth of sharp fangs instead of normal teeth.)

Dressing up

[ Easy task. Pick something and wear it. Shaw's not worried about looking stupid, as long as it's something easy to move in. Maybe this... no. Or... no. Eventually the problem makes itself apparent:

Shaw is 4'5".

She stares into a middle distance for a few moments, before flagging down someone who looks like they know what's going on. When she starts talking, all the words come out at once. ]

Excuseme, isthereanything smallerthanthese? Maybesomethingfor children wouldbeabetter fitforme...

[ It stings having to ask, but she's used to this problem. ]

Space Battle (Team Three)

[ The city is in chaos, but this is where Shaw shines. She's already gotten down to business, working alongside local emergency services to get people safely into shelter.

A stray explosion, unfortunately, started a fire in the residential block. Firefighters are on the way, but before they've even arrived, Shaw emerges from the flames, a boy slung over one shoulder and a girl over the other. Together, they probably weigh more than she does. ]

Takeoneof thesetwo! [ Her speech is as fast as ever, but it's sharper here, intense and commanding cooperation. She's offering you one of the unconscious kids. ] Evacuationroute is overhere! Stilltwomore inside! No timetolose!

Space Disco

[ The city saved, the people protected? All in a day's work. Unfortunately, it was then followed by... this whole racket.

The crowds, the cacaphony of music, and the flashing lights are decidedly too much for Shaw to handle all at once. Before long, she's taken her unidentifiable fair food and shuffled off to an out-of-the-way corner where the music is a bit less deafening and the people aren't so densely-packed.

If you're looking to avoid the crowds, you might find a squirrel girl (no, not that Squirrel Girl) hiding out from the chaos. Any visitors she'll greet with a quiet nod. ]

Basic Info

[[ Shaw is a member of the Lungmen Fire Department, not a child but standing abnormally short at 135cm. Big bushy tail, speech characterized by long silences followed by rapid-fire word vomit. More here. ]]

[Crisis... on a ship!]

"Ahoy, mateys! Batten down the mizzenmast! Moisten every sail! Deploy every yardarm!"

There's an anthropomorphic lemur playing this game, and she's picked the role of captain. And judging by her attempt at maritime jargon? She has no idea what she's doing.

Nevertheless, she's clinging to the main sail by her tail, calling out to her crew, and waving a scimitar around. That seems pretty captainy... at least for the time being.

Until the enemy ships show up, anyway.

[Dressing Up]

You'd think going incognito would make taking the talking lemur along would be a bad idea, but... well, she's going to give it a try anyway. And she's totally into the idea of dressing up.

"Oh, oh!" she exclaimed. "I want one of those visors that lets me see things that are invisible! And a ray gun! I get a ray gun, right?"

1: "Anyone wanna sail the high seas, lookin fer booty?"

Somehow in the middle of a pitched boarding action, this man just logs in behind the guy you're fighting, out of nowhere, to clock the pirate fighting you. Eyes and some streaks in his hair an out-of-genre luminous cyan.

"Sup," Chase says, drawing his sword. "Looked like you could use a little help. What needs doing?"

Whatever rig he's using to access the VR network, it's got absurdly low ping; he moves at a fluid 60 FPS without stuttering.

2: Dressing up. Sort of.

Chase isn't going through outfits and putting them on. Chase is, in fact, going through outfits, looking at them, flickering out of existence in a pattern of tessellating hexagons, then flickering back in wearing new outfits.

"Little more retro than I'm used to," he says. "Man, I bet Cammie would love this."

3: Team 1 - Experimental Science Unit 1 "Chaser"

You have a mecha on your wing, humanoid and blue and without enough room for a cockpit. It fires a hand-held mecha-scale rifle at a bogey approaching from your 10 and salutes.

Juilan speaks over the commo: "Heads up - there's more where that one came from. Looks like you could use a little help."

4: Dancing, sort of

Julian is grooving to the music at the dance party - as a hologram. Sometimes his holo clips through a table, or the person he's dancing with; every time it happens, he winces, but tries not to draw attention to it.

5: In the flesh. What's left of it.

One of the train cars, during this whole thing, now houses a large medical tank containing most of a torso, with a breathing mask and heavy cybernetics and life support systems. Blue circutry on the poor man's head glows, then fades as he looks up.

"I know how it looks. But man. You should see the other guy," he says.

Dressing Up
This was really not what Quatre had expected when he had been told that they needed to blend in for the mission. Sure, it was for a completely alien world, but all of the clothes were far more out there than most things Quatre had ever worn before.

Still, he took in stride, searching through offered clothes and eventually producing a gaudy looking outfit. Whether he thought it was or not was masked by his smile as he turns to another person.

"What do you think of this?"

Space Battle - Team Two
One of Quatre's strengths, when it came to the world at large, is that he had a very technical mind, having arranged for the building of a Gundam when he had been without one. Nevermind that he had installed the Zero system in it - that was something else entirely.

But given that he could do this when he heard those who could help with repairs were needed immediately, he was right there and ready to help.

"What can I help with?"

Space Disco
Space disco? Really how had Quatre ended up in the middle of this? He had however found a place to camp out where he was able to observe, but not completely in the middle of it. It was not his style of dancing or music, but he could appreciate others having fun.

Maybe someone could convince him to join the party.

Dressing Up
[Sam hasn't been around for very long at all, to be honest. He's been doing his best to keep to himself, to be honest. He's not the most social guy, and a train is way, way too cramped for him to really feel anything but vaguely on-edge.

The uniforms look flashy and stupid, and honestly the sort of thing that's going to stand out enough to get a guy killed, but what does Sam know about that anyway? He's a porter, not a soldier.

Eventually he finds one that he's pretty sure doesn't stand out as much as it could, quickly dressing in it and generally looking like he doesn't want to be bothered at all, which is likely a good sign you should come right up to him and start a conversation.]

Space Battle- Team Three
[Not being a soldier means that Sam is staying the hell away from the fighting. But, just because he's not fighting doesn't mean he isn't trying to pull people out of harm's way. He doesn't exactly touch anyone— something noticeable, actually, with how he tries to steer people towards safety without getting too near them.]

C'mon, it's not safe here. There's shelter not far from this place.

Space Disco
[...If anyone thought Sam was going to be social enough to take part in the dancing, they thought wrong. He's got a pile of food on a plate he's sampling, and is friendly enough to people who pass by, offering a wave, or a "hey," if it's someone he's spoken to before, but otherwise being a complete and utter wallflower.

...Yeah.]

Edited 2020-04-16 05:42 (UTC)

groovy fashions

Tifa's stuffed in a silvery dress that flares out blue at the bottom...and boy, that is one huge hoop skirt. Complete with flashing neon lights.

"I feel like I should be wearing antennae with this."

post-rescue party

After the stress of battle, she slips into what she does best: serving drinks. She'll mix something hard with a bit of flair behind the bar, smiling at her newest customers. Navigating behind the bar with the sci fi dress is a little tough, but she's managing with a smile.

"What'll it be? You look like you could use a break."

gym

Looking to play dodgeball? Hopefully you are, because the second you enter the gym car a ball is kicked at high speed, whizzing right past.

"Oh! Sorry. Didn't see you."

Dressing up
Ran enjoys fashion. Not obsessively, not combing through every magazine or participating in every fad. Not buying thousands of different cosmetics or changing her hair every other week in accordance with new trends. But she enjoys it -- the process of finding and matching things that make cute or pretty outfits, the feeling of knowing that she's dressed well.

. . . This situation doesn't seem to fit any of that. She's staring a bit helplessly at the clothes on hand, wondering how any of this is supposed to work together. Do people really wear any of this?

A metallic silver shirt with enormous and flaring shoulderpads drooping in one hand, she glances around to see if anyone else is taking this challenge well . . . and to maybe get some ideas.

Space Battle - Team 3
Ran is a protector, not a fighter, responding to immediate threat -- and while there is arguably immediate threat above, she's no pilot and absolutely no fan of guns. She's much better on the ground, helping others to get to safety -- and that's exactly the role she takes. In this she's everywhere, coaxing others to safety, leading them through safe paths towards the shelters.

For this prompt, find her in general or in a couple of places:

a. Finishing up soothing an upset young woman in one of the shelters, crouched down in front of her, voice soft.
b. Breaking through a wall that's starting to collapse to try to get to some people on the other side. Despite her build, she seems to be extremely strong; her focused kicks seem to be doing high levels of damage.
c. Exhausted, leaning against a wall in one of the shelters, trying to stay upright.
d. Something else??

Self-prompt: Train Garden

The garden's usually quiet this late at night, but people are always out and about when they 'shouldn't' be. Like Fandaniel, in the corner of the garden's car, carefully bit by bit constructing what looks awfully like it's meant to be a tiny shrine.

And it's made out of what looks like obsidian and amethyst, a deep sense of darkness so strong it's almost tangible there. Not frightening, not hostile, simply ... existing. Like a patch of night had detatched itself and affixed its presence in the stone.

It's taking a lot of effort to build, it seems. Fandaniel sits cross-legged on the bare dirt, a new approximately brick-sized block of obsidian slowly constructing itself in his hands in a tiny starshower of pale blue light slowly staining purple and then black and then into block, mote by mote, little speck by little speck. It's taken him a good ten minutes to construct a mere half-block, and the effort's leaving him visibly weary, but he's not stopping yet. There's so much more to be done!

As soon as someone approaches though, the little specks of light and shadow pause. "...Could I trouble you to find me a drink, stranger?" It's such an innocent question from someone who by now probably has a sturdy reputation as a grouch. But something in this construction seems to have lightened his mood a fair bit!

[OOC: I ... can't think of other scenarios to write up at the moment, but if you have one, wildcards are definitely an option! Want to presume some CR? Fire me off a PM and let's work stuff out. Fandaniel's grumpy but excessively fond of plants, counts as Definitely Not Normal to most extrahuman senses, and has strong opinions about piracy .. in favor of the pirates.]

Dressing Up

Xion is still freaked about not being in her long coat as it is. All her time on Daitu and no one could explain to her why she had to change. Not once had she worn the school uniform. Now in her hoodie, which she tried to hide inside, she looked over all the new clothing choices feeling even smaller than usual. Why wouldn't she just have her coat and boots and black pants back? Why did people keep trying to get her to change clothing?

And... was any of this even for her? She had been right on the cusp of accepting that maybe she might be a person. Maybe. That she might exist. And then they arrived here. And she just... didn't know what to do...

"Hood," she finally mumbled to herself. Something in here had to have a hood and long sleeves, she could start with that, couldn't she?

She just... you know... had to get out of the corner she was hiding in and force herself to step further into the car. Well... maybe when people left...

That decided she pulled her hood close about her face and settled in to wait, knowing Axel would be disappointed if she went back to the cabin without anything.

Team Three
At least this she could do. She was so happy to have her spells back after her time in Daitu. She raised her Keyblade to the sky, fending off foes as other people rushed the civilians to cover. It was still odd, doing missions where she could be seen, but at least she could see this as a mission and do something of value. Unlike going to classes, she still wasn't sure why they had to do that to keep from exploding....

Speaking of exploding... "Aeroga!" she yelled, swinging her Keyblade to use her magic to buffet falling debris away.

Space Disco
NOPE! Nope nope nope nope nope. She didn't understand parties at Daitu Academy and she still doesn't. She had been trying to head back to the train when everything started up, but didn't make it. She got swept into one of the buildings and was now huddled into a corner overwhelmed by the light and the noise not having anything safe to focus on...

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.

Dressing Up
Cloud didn't see much point in dressing up for these missions, especially on worlds where the train was known. Besides, their train clothes were fairly normal anyway -- not what he would normally wear (at least not since he was a kid anyway), but fairly normal.

The clothes they were expected to change into was anything but normal. It took him passing over a number of the more flamboyant outfits before he realized there were more dresses or otherwise feminine aligned clothing in his size than there were anything with something resembling pants.

He frowned bitterly, trying to ignore the fact that he could feel his face warming a little.

"...I'm staying on the train," he announced, not noticing if anyone was close enough to hear.

Space Battle
He wasn't a pilot, and without materia he wasn't much of a healer, so doing city evacuation was the only other option open for him. Cloud threw himself into the middle of it, ignoring the faint voice in the back of his mind telling him it was like Sector Seven all over again.

He picked up a woman that fell in the street as she was running, helping get her back on her feet and running toward the shelter, before his head snapped toward a building, hearing the faint sound of someone crying. In the next moment, he was bolting toward the building, hoping to get there before things eventually went bad.

Space Disco
Cloud didn't do loud, and he didn't do parties, so he was very much out of his element now that people were relaxed and celebrating. He did his best to stay out of the middle of it, shifting to whatever corner was quietest and the least occupied at the moment. It was getting to be a bit annoying, though, and he tried not to let his frustration show, even as he sighed heavily the latest time he got chased out of his corner.

Dressing Up

Cassie never backs down from a challenge when she sees one. She is going to OWN this fucking aesthetic. No cheating, either. She WILL be the sexiest AND most ridiculously dressed person at this function. When you're a Cage, you CAN have it all.

She finds something alright - silver, gold, and shiny, with spherical protuberances around the shoulders and a neckline that doesn't plunge so much as it burrows to the center of the Earth and causes every volcano on the planet to erupt. Her planet-shaped (and seemingly planet-sized) headdress glitters like a disco ball, covered with mirrored glass with strings of rhinestones draped around her forehead. Are those LED lights on it or is it just that shiny? Cassie legitimately does not know.

"There. If this doesn't seduce Flash Gordon, nothing will."

Team One

Cassie isn't a great pilot. She can land a chopper in a pinch, but that's not why she's here. She's here because she can shoot things. And the gunner's position on this starfighter is a perfect place to do just that.

Space Disco

It's been a while since her wild partying teen years. But Cassie still knows how to walk into a club and own it. Or in this case, moonwalk into a space club. (She's not sure if this planet knows what moonwalking is, but if they didn't they do now).

You will find her on the floor where she belongs. If not there, at the space bar, getting spaced on blue space drinks. She'll be good conversation either way.

Edited 2020-04-20 05:43 (UTC)

[ 1. Dress Up ]

Well, these are... definitely different. Kei shuffles through some of the selections, trying to decide what would look best in this place. It kind of reminds him of his not-too-distant janitor days, actually. The clothes don't seem to be too much tackier.

He manages to piece together a silver number that he likes, with a bright yellow jacket over it.

He looks himself over in a nearby mirror, giving himself a smile.

"Hm, not bad. But is it enough?"

He glances around, looking at other options. Digging through accessories, he dons what he feels is an appropriate headband and even finds some gloves.

He finally feels like he's properly dressed. ~~He also never claimed to have a good sense of fashion~~. He likes the way he looks.

But standing in front of the mirror makes him hmm again. He turns to you.

"Hey, do you think that means I need to change my eye patch, too?"

He points to the simple, white, medical eye patch he's wearing. Compared to all the exaggerated shiny, it just feels... somehow out of place.

"Or maybe I should drop the eye patch completely?"

Maybe his heterochromea will make him blend in all the more. He's not too sure.

[ 2. Space Battle: Team One ]

At first... Kei feels uncomfortable. Not that battle isn't something he's ever done before. But he doesn't like killing things, even if it is for the greater good. The unfamiliarity with the controls certainly doesn't faze him, though. He's fiddling with switches and trying a variety of things out.

...And for a split second, the ship drops straight down. He abruptly flicks that switch back to where it was and rights the ship again.

"Haha, sorry about that." He gives you an apologetic smile. "Still getting the hang of things. It's my first time space traveling."

But once he gets the hang of the ship, it's practically second nature. He can zoom like the best of them.

He thinks for a bit, letting the air in his chest get tight. And then he sighs and gives an attempt at a smile.

"So... are we supposed to shoot them?" There's an uneasiness in his voice. He really hopes he doesn't have to. But... at the same time, there are too many innocents involved. Maybe he can't afford to think twice about this.

[ 3. Space Disco ]

Uhhh....

Well this certainly is bright and loud. The bass of the music makes it hard for Kei to even think as his body feels the pressure. It's... a lot to handle. It feels like his throat is being squeezed by the sound, like it's hard to breathe, but he's still getting enough air. He's never felt anything like it.

He tries to ignore the overpowering sounds as he wanders around. He does find the street vendors, and he is more than happy to sample the food from around here. And it is by no means a disappointment! Before he can think twice about a second bite, he devours up the first dish in a blink. He moves to stall after stall in a wave of excitement, trying all the things he can. He can't believe how delicious everything is!

As he carries on, he decides that he's got to share this with someone. It's too good not to.

He reaches out, tugging on your shirt to get your attention. And his lips move as he speaks, but the sound is drowned out by the music. But still, he holds up his tray to offer some of what he has. Please feel free to take as much as you want!

Edited 2020-04-20 19:19 (UTC)

1. Platform
[It was a sunny day when the train arrived. On the platform, there's a figure wearing snow-white robes, a head-band around his forehead, and a ponytail being tied up. He was curious more than anything as he waited on the platform on the train until it was announced it's time to hop on board and explore the insides of the train.]

2. Crisis On… A Ship!
[What's...a video game? Jing Yi hopped on board and everything was quiet at first, and then when he came upon the game carriage, everything is so loud! Coming from ancient time, he was curious what's on the train. He picked up a game controller and turn to the person next to him.]

Hi! [Smiles brightly.] How do I play?

3. Medical bay
[Well, this is all confusing! But at one point, when his strength isn't enough, he got reckless and hurt himself during the fight. After he helped with the fighting and help people get to shelters, he got injured and waited in the medical bay to get treated for his wounds.]

4. Wildcard
[Make a starter on your own basing on the scenerios above!]

Dressing Up

[At the grand age of 541, Cesare Borgia thought he had dealt with enough shit. He had managed to stomach the stiffly starched collars of the Victorian era, the impractical pomp of the 1700s, and the 1980s had been....interesting, but somehow all this feels worse.

He squints at a pair of fluorescent goggles as he holds it in his now metallic gloved hand. This isn't going to work.]

This is a joke, yes?

Space Disco

[Finally, something Cesare can understand. After all the years and countries he's lived in, it seems like everyone always knows how to celebrate. He grabs a neon green plastic cup and strolls the streets, eyeing for anyone interesting. Someone to chat to? A snack perhaps? Either would suffice. He'll see where this night takes him.]

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