Test Drive Meme 012

[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!

Film Night

The newest carriage on the Voidtrecker Express is the long awaited cinema! It hosts many films and TV series. Perfect if passengers wish to waste an afternoon without worrying about being stolen from their worlds and hurtling through the void between worlds.

Dashing adventures, chair gripping horrors or adorable adventures of the Merry Little Voidtrain. There is something for everyone, though with only one screen arguments may be inevitable.

Fight Club

The gym carriage is definitely created more for ball games than sparring but that hasn't stopped the passengers adapting as best they can. There are homemade training dummies and plenty of people who use the space to work out and get ready for the next mission.

But there is also a cupboard full of every ball for almost every ball game there is, the two activities in one space may make for a little chaos.

Spar with people, play football. Create some mix of basketball and mixed martial arts. All training counts, right?

Jungle Heights

The latest mission has taken them to a vast jungle, where people live high in the trees. There has been an influx of tree dwelling creatures with sharp teeth, sharper claws and a love of destruction. To make things better the forest floor is not safe, damp and marshy many creatures lurk there ready to bite at ankles and it is home to a root, the sap of which burns.

Team One

Treetop fighting is an acquired skill and one the voidtreckers are having to learn quickly. Swing on vine ropes and tangle with monsters. Quick movement and quicker thinking is needed to take down the creatures in terrain they are naturals at traversing.

Team Two

People here live on platforms in the trees, with bridges and walkways connecting them. Fend off the creatures and chase them away from peoples homes. At least there is slightly solider ground beneath their feet, but they must be careful not to fall to the jungle floor beneath.

Team Three

Many of the people here are not fighters and they need help to get somewhere safer. It's a tough journey through the forest, especially when they leave the bridges and platforms of the village behind. Children may need carried and climbing from one tree to another is difficult even with sturdy branches to walk along.

They must be careful to stay in the trees, avoid getting too close to the forest floor but do not get too high, lest they attract the creatures.

Comments

Spark Deegan/Garfield Agreste/ Privateer Pirate | Dominic Deegan and CRAU from Wake

[death_from_above]

(This is a character with multiple secret identities, Giving different prompts to different faces. Please excuse the lack of icons, waiting to reupp his paid till if/when he gets in.)

A. Gar - Film night!

Going through the films is a somewhat awkward looking teen boy with blond hair and green eyes. Gar was, as of yet, unaware that anyone else from Nautilus was here... and didn't expect anyone here to know Greg. So looking like a slightly younger Greg with Adrien's coloring? Especially given how few people in the last world had met Gar as Gar outside of a storm...? Yeah this could be a problem.

But for everyone else, have a somewhat handsome teenaged boy who was at that all limbs awkward stage of growing, going through the movie choices. "No anime?" he muttered to himself. "Adrien would lose it." No he wouldn't but he missed Adrien and probably would lose it on his brother's behalf, just out of joy of having him there....


B. Spark - Wildcard

There was an orange cat lurking about whatever heights he could find. Luggage racks, shelving units, the one book case... He was watching for someone he could pounce on... to pester them to make him something to eat. Specifically, something with fish.....


Privateer Pirate - Team One

Oh dear gods no. While the seeming Flesh Golem dressed as a pirate was being quite... effective at chasing off his foes. He seemed to be almost equally effective at chasing off allies. Mostly because his puns were so bad many people would rather take their chances anywhere else.

"Leaf these people alone!" he yelled as a huge leaf came from the trees and slammed into a monster, tangling it up. "You really need to get to the root of your problems...." and the creature was felled, dropping towards the roots. "Hope those aren't SQUARE ROOTS" he called down. "OR you could be Divided!" and the monster hit the now angular roots and broke in half.

She sheathed his sword, which he had never actually used. "And Chat Noir said I couldn't pull off math puns in combat." He had said no such thing....

B because kitty! Also uh. Not serious on apping.

[coccinelled]

[Marinette is exploring the train, in having more recently found herself on it, apparently traveling....er...well she isn't sure exactly where but. Somewhere. Somewhere that doesn't seem to be Paris. But she's trying to distract herself from freaking out by exploring the different carriages, at least. Seeing who else was here and if they might have more answers, perhaps. Seeing what might be on offer in the different carriages of the train. She doesn't immediately notice the cat as she glances around, but perhaps just picks up on the bright colour, the movement as he lurks.]

Hm? Someone's cat? Is your owner somewhere nearby? I'd guess so, at least. If they brought you on this train with them.

[At least, she initially assumes it is a pet? Probably? She can't immediately tell if the cat has a collar or not. But she seems fearless enough from scratches in cautiously reaching to pet the cat.]

Must be pretty restricting for you, being cooped up on this train.

Scintilla Caminus | FFXIV [WoL OC]

[lightsmith]

[a; fight club]

[It would probably not have been the most helpful thing to strike the nearest training dummy as she might have at home--they didn't seem quite as sturdy, and someone else likely needed the practice more than Scintilla did.]

[But by the Twelve, she was bored. Which was almost never a good thing, and today she stood on tiptoes rummaging through a cabinet, ears pricked upward and tail swishing behind her like...well, like a curious cat. Either stop her or encourage her, but someone's looking for something to do.]

[b; team two]

[This? This was a lot more her speed, literally speaking. Running full tilt along treetop walkways, meeting sharp-toothed creatures head on with a pair of knives topped with moogle-shaped hilts, and generally going about with all sorts of aggressive solutions? Much easier than being stuck on a train.]

[Crossing distances without walkways between them was a bit trickier, especially when it came to reaching said creatures before they reached the nearest civilians. Well, little to be done for it; the daggers were sheathed, a sign made with Scintilla's hands, and she vanished in a burst of smoke only to reappear on a platform a fair distance away to re-engage with the creatures.]

[Just another average Thursday, really.]

a; fight club

[gunhammered]

[Nero must admit, he's here out of curiosity. The entire train is a mystery to be solved, and more than anything, he'd like very much to find a way into the Engine, but that will require every resource at his disposal, and surely there was something in their makeshift training care he could convert to be of some use.

He wasn't expecting finding a Miqo'te, or at least her swishing tale. He just watches for a moment, arms crossed, amused.]

Has your rummaging borne fruit?

Nicolai Kuznetsov | Original

[dreamsofpeace]

A. Film Night

He was, believe it or not, thoroughly engrossed in Merry Little Voidtrain, and had already been watching it for two solid hours. While it wasn't something he'd imagined he'd actually get into, it resonated strongly with him and he appreciated the message the storylines told. He even had a little bowl of popcorn with him, which was nearly empty by now.

When someone else came in, he looked up for a moment, then back to the screen. "This is almost over, then you can watch whatever you want," he promised. He'd come back later to continue watching, if he could find a time when no one else was watching something.

B. Jungle Heights - Team One

While he would call himself a pretty good fighter, he usually did all of his fighting on the ground. Both feet, firmly planted. Swinging through the trees? That was not his thing. He was terrified of heights, but he was doing his best to push through it.

Which involved having a death grip on a vine rope while he sailed through the air, bringing up his feet to land a double kick on a monster and sending it careening from its tree branch perch. Nico landed on the branch the monster had been previously occupying, which was plenty wide enough, but plastered himself against the tree trunk all the same, squeezing his eyes shut and taking a deep breath.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die," he muttered under his breath, cracking open an eye and doing his best not to look down.

C. Jungle Heights - Team Two

This was much better, but still not ideal. He prefered having actual walkways under his feet, but there was a part of his brain that said they were going to break at any moment, sending him plummeting to his death. He knew he had work to do, and he really was planning on getting back to it, but he was taking a breather, sitting down with his back against the wall of a house, knees pulled up to his chest.

He felt a little like he was going to be sick. Why did these people have to live so high up? When he was a kid, he'd thought tree houses were super cool, he'd even built one himself, but it hadn't been anywhere near this high up, and therefore not nearly as terrifying.

He just...had to psych himself up for getting back up and continuing fighting, when he felt like his legs weren't going to give out and result in him tumbling over a railing. After this, for certain, he never wanted to climb a tree again in his life.

"Come on, you can do this," he told himself, barely above a whisper. "You just have to-" he paused, shivered, continued, "-get up, and not look down."

film night

[aluciner]

"I really could not give less of a shit what's playing."

Ronan slumps into a seat near but not too near to Nicolai. He rubs a hands against his nose, which appears to be bloody, and makes a face. Normally he'd wait at least until he was somewhere more private for this, but he really doesn't have the time to walk all the way back to the sleeper cars while black ooze is dripping out of his nose. Between the ooze and dreaming somewhere more public, he feels like dreaming in public is easier to hide.

"Sorry, I need to fall asleep for like two minutes and then I'll be out of your hair."

"Siege" | Arknights

[lionofglasgow]

-Film Night-

The movie on the screen was not Disney's The Lion King, but it was something very similar. A young animated lioness was cast from her home for a crime he didn't commit and must team up with a punchdrunk gorilla boxer and a snarky parrot to reclaim her home from a sinister usurper.

Verna started out bored but with nothing better to do, but as the plot moved along she started getting subtly more and more invested until, by the climax, her eyes were transfixed on the screen. So when someone started to stand up from the row of seats in front of her she actually growled at them. And it wasn't the kind of growl a person makes. It sounded more like some great hunting beast that made primitive humans hide in their caves. It was a sound that told the primitive ape that was underneath the civilized veneer of all humans that the smart move was to sit the fuck back down.

-Jungle Heights team two-

Siege lay in wait up in the branches, with an improvised warhammer in her hand. She felt better with her feet on the ground, honestly, but she could adapt. She lay in wait and watched, as the villagers ran by in panic in the layer of trees beneath her where the village proper was constructed. The last of them, a haggard rear guard, was brandishing spears at the oncoming beasts, but they didn't look like they had the morale to stand up to a determined charge. Fortunately, they didn't have to.

Once the beast was right beneath her, Siege screamed and leaped, bringing the hammer down RIGHT as it looked up to see what the racket was so that it smashed right into the beast's mouth and sent a spray of blood and shattered teeth out to either side. Stunned and in pain, the beast actually fell off of the wooden platform and down to the forest floor far below.

The warriors behind her saw something else than a girl with a lion's tail fighting the monsters, though. They saw an almost shining figure, laying waste to their enemies. It was the most natural thing in the world to follow her. And she knew they would follow her. Siege was good at being followed.

She brandished the bloody hammer in the air and shouted "After them! They will rue the day they dared to stand against us!" And the counter-charge began.

-Bonus Prompt-

Verna has been COOKING! Probably because it's her team's job and she is very responsible. Unfortunately some fool put her in charge of dessert. She made some kind of fruit cobbler that looks perfectly edible, at least until you bite into it. It has absolutely no sugar in it and is, in fact, incredibly sour.

She's having her serving of it with every sign of enjoyment, though.

[OOC: "Siege" is Verna's codename that she uses during operations. It's also the name the game uses 90% of the time, so it's what I went with for the top level name]

Bonus Prompt

[yukibunny]

Yukito was starving. It had been at least a good few hours since the last time he'd eaten anything and the smells coming from the kitchen were so enticing...

He followed his nose all the way there to find a young woman enjoying some form of dessert... As he moved closer he could identify it as some kind of cobbler. He smiled, a gentle and curious smile.

"That smells delicious." He started, just as his stomach chose that moment to rumble. A light blush coloured his cheeks. "Could I trouble you for a slice?"

Kroos | Arknights

[here_i_am]

-Film Night-

Whatever the film is, Kroos doesn't know. That's because about fifteen minutes in she fell asleep. There's been a gentle, ignoreable snoring coming from her seat ever since then. You're now coming up on the climax and the sound of it woke her up.

Right as the most important scene of the movie started to play out, Kroos yawned, then leaned over to you and pointed at the main villain and whispered "Who's that guy again?" in a sleepy voice.

-Jungle heights, Team one-

Whether you're having trouble adapting to fighting in the treetops or not, fighting the monsters on any kind of terrain can't be easy. That was why Kroos had just found a good hiding place and stuck to it.

She wasn't chickening out, though. She was sniping.

Every time one of the beasts got too close to someone, a crossbow bolt abruptly sprouted from it's flesh, giving its opponent a chance to escape even if it didn't kill the beast right out. She was a pretty good shot, too. MOST of her bolts were at least as flesh wound, even if they weren't all dead on head shots.

She noticed one of her allies had seen her, so she waved.

-Bonus prompt-

Chores are an important part of life on the train while between worlds. In this case, Kroos' team was in charge of cooking. And while Kroos helped out with dinner without much grumbling, breakfast was a bit spottier. Just as everyone else was finishing up with the cooking, Kroos FINALLY wandered in, rubbing her eyes. "Okay okay, here I am. Did I miss everything already?"

Catarina Claes | My Next Like As A Villainess: All Routes Lead To Doom

[deathflags]

[ A: Film Night ]

[ MOVIES! Catarina had missed them so much over the past 15 or so years of her life. Or, well, seven since she woke up, anyway. So it's only natural that she finds herself in the Cinema carriage, perusing the movies and navigating the menus with far more ease than somebody claiming to be from a fantasy world should.

She settles in to watch an anime movie about a walking castle and the mage who operates it - the title seemed a little off, but it'd been almost a decade since she last watched it. But it was surely the same thing.

It was about halfway through the movie that she determined Something was Off. Just as the mage, who was in this film a giant anthropomorphized purple cat, revealed that he was actually a superhero on a covert mission, Catarina turns to the nearest person with a very confused yet earnest whisper. ] Did this film always go like this? [ She didn't even notice the mage was a purple cat. ]

[ B: Team Three ]

[ Despite her well-trained handiness with a sword, Catarina didn't think she was ready to tangle with any monsters. She had trained to fend off irate suitors, not beasts. And she was a natural at navigating treetops. And trees in general.

This is why she was called a "monkey" in her past life. ]

All right! Let's keep this up, everyone! Just a little bit further, probably!

[ Her voice has WAY too much pep and energy for this kind of mission. Still, she's moving around well, helping villagers where she can. Or her fellow teammates. Speaking of, she notices one now. ] Hey, are you holding up all right? [ She flashes a wide, reassuring grin. ]

[ C: Bonus Prompt ]

[ Catarina found the garden car. CATARINA FOUND THE GARDEN CAR. Catarina found the Garden Car.

Which is to say, she has spent the last who knows how long going over every inch of it, making sure all the plants are well tended, working with the plants and dirt the best she can. She's somehow found an entire gardener's outfit (?) and hoe (???) and FULLY LOOKS the part of an avid gardener. ]

We should grow watermelon. It's the season for them... I think... [ Turning to the nearest person. ] Hey. Is "Fiddlesticks" a summer month?

c

[aluciner]

Sure, why not?

[Ronan is mostly in the garden car by accident, but he's a person for whom reality is distinctly malleable. If this person thinks Fiddlesticks should be a summer month, then who is he to say it's not? He doesn't even comment on the fact that plants have to grow, so by that logic you would have to plant a summer vegetable several months before it was in season. Magic makes all things possible!]

Tsukishiro Yukito/Yue | CardCaptor Sakura: Clear Card Arc

[yukibunny]

Film Night:

[Yukito approached the cinema carriage with a smile. He had been reliably informed that a romantic comedy would be playing in a few minutes and he enjoyed those movies a great deal. The night before it had been a horror and that was very much not his type.

He'd gathered himself several snacks, popcorn, candy, a large glass of juice that he was trying to balance as he walked to the carriage and struggled to get the door open with his hands full.]

Fight Club:

[He was not a fighter in the slightest. Tall and slim, willowy would be a more appropriate descriptor for Yukito, innocent to the ways of battle. The worst fight he had ever been in was the valiant battle he had endured when attempting to open a bag of chips that he swore had been sealed with super glue!

So rather than involve himself, Yukito stood near the door with an almost anxious expression as he watched the others train. It looked so dangerous. What if someone was hurt?]

Jungle Heights (Team Two):

[Yukito had a bit stick. A big stick he was swinging to try and scare off one of the strange creatures attempting to gain entrance into the homes of the people they were protecting.]

Take that! And that!

[His swings were too wide. Long arcs that would leave him open to attack.]

Jungle Heights (Team Three):

[Several of the village children had gathered around Yukito, forming a sort of train behind him as he marched along with the others to get the people to safety.

One of the younger ones he had resorted to picking up to carry. She had fallen asleep with her head pillowed upon his shoulder.

There was a soft smile upon Yukito's lips. They were a lovely people. They didn't deserve to suffer so.]

Bonus Prompt 1:

[The greenhouse was a beautiful place. It was quiet and serene and perfect for growing things. He had noticed several people frequented the greenhouse to tend to the plants there, and the ones all through the train. They hadn't seemed to mind him joining in on their efforts.

So there he was, humming a song to himself as he moved from one end of the plots to the other, watering the plants that seemed to need it.]

Bonus Prompt 2:

[Yukito was hungry. Which wasn't unusual. He knew he could get snacks from the on site store, but the kitchen had free food and lots of it.

He was currently in the middle of making a stack of sandwiches for himself using the sausages and bacon he had found in the fridge. A few greens were thrown in there too. A slice of cheese...

His stomach rumbled.]

Almost done. [He laughed at himself.]

jungle team two

[spikelet]

[ Dammit! She'd picked this guy thinking he'd be one of the fighters, thinking that she could tag along and not have to worry about getting attacked. Instead, he's just some pretty face, and that means they're both in danger.

She's not dropping her blind act, though, not unless she absolutely has to. Worst case scenario, they can all just run away. ]

Mister, your movements sound too big! Bring your weapon closer in!

Inigio Montoya | The Princess Bride

[righthandedrevenge]

-Fight Club (?)-

Inigo had come to the gym to see if there were any other swordsmen he could practice with, and had somehow gotten roped into a game of basketball. He'd never heard of the game, but the rules seemed straightforwards enough.

It was going fine. He wasn't very good at the game, but his footwork was excellent. Then a second ball was thrown in. A football. Because they had all these stupid balls and the regular game wasn't interesting enough for someone. Inigo caught it awkwardly, looking around with confusion. He...tried to dribble it as he had the basketball, and the oblong ball went bouncing off in some random direction.

He was pretty sure this wasn't how the game was meant to be played, but shrugged and ran with it. "Well, that makes the game a bit more interesting..."

-Jungle Heights team two-

Inigo held a rickety bridge. It would be an understatement to say that he "fought" the beasts as they attacked. As his sword flickered back and forth, glinting in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the treetops, he almost looked more like he was dancing, and the beasts were his unwilling dance partners.

As his most recent dance partner slumped to the side and fell to the forest floor below, Inigo sized up his next opponent. He was starting to get tired, and this one was REALLY big. He shuffled a step or two back and switched the sword from his left hand to his right.

"Okay then...I just hope the bridge can hold us both."

-Film Night-

The "cinema" was showing some kind of kiddie cartoon. Something about a very brave rabbit. It was like a storybook come to life, and Inigo really wasn't sure what he thought about it. Not that he cared.

After twenty years of searching for revenge, Inigo had finally gotten it. Now he was in a bizarre new world full of strange creatures and technology and he was feeling both physically and metaphorically lost at sea.

But alcohol. You could count on alcohol to always be alcohol. He was in the back row of the cinema car with a bottle of wine, and more than somewhat oblivious to the world while muttering something about not being able to "go back to the beginning" this time.

Jungle team two - because I'm a bad person

[thebetterweapon]

Covered in blood, guts, and various other things of a gross medical nature, Creed steps up to the sword, letting the tip sink into his shoulder. Then, he grasps it and pulls it out, holding onto it.

"Same team, asshole." He growls out.

Something plops off his neck, sliding to the forest floor below. "Cleared out this way, let's get a move on." He waves the other man toward the opposite side of the bridge, and steps forward again. Creed knows how big he is. He also knows that there's more things to kill that way. He'd really like to, thanks.

Nero tol Scaeva | Final Fantasy XIV

[gunhammered]

01. Fight Club

There was nothing remarkable about the man eying ruefully the training weapons arrayed about, aside from a rounded nodule between his silver eyes. Certainly not the strangest of the train's newest 'Treckers'.

Admittedly, he'd heard from enough people that there would be fighting in their futures, though he took it with a grain if salt precisely how 'helpful' their combat initiatives were to be. He wasn't particularly un-helpful, of course, and he blamed one Cid Garlond for that annoying new trait. Alas, Cid was nowhere to be found aboard the train, so he'd have to make due amusing himself as best he could.

And, if these rudamentary training weapons were any indication, reverting back to the stone ages of technological achievement.

"Really, now, is this train car a training facility or a museum?"

02. Jungle Heights - Team Two

A crossbow isn't his ideal weapon. It's bulky, it requires reloading after every shot, it's accuracy leaves much to be desired. Just leveling the thing at a swinging primate-like creature down the walkway, Nero can think of at least eight adjustments to the device that would make it more useful.

The ability to load multiple rounds, foremost in his mind. Luckily, Garleans were aided by their third eye to have near perfect aim and Nero's focus both at the Academy honed that skill even further. It wasn't a gunblade, but the feathered bolt found its mark anyway and an eager grin split his face as the shaft thudded home in the beast's broad chest, sending it howling to the forest floor below.

He lowered the weapon to reload, (so utterly annoying), and he could be heard muttering to himself as he did so. "Steel plating for the butt, thin but enough to offer a degree of protection while reloading." He raised the bolt even with his eyes, analyzing the tip, before placing it atop the bow, ready to fire. "Saltpeter and bomb ash. Quite a concussive shot."

1

[swordsage]

"I believe it wishes it were a training car..." Maebhrin mused. "'Tis too pitiful in its state to call it a museum, even if half the things it is outfitted with are unfamiliar to me." Oh, there were balls where the elf came from, but a certain number of the other training items are utterly unfamiliar. And there didn't seem to be any proper weaponry, save for what the train's denizens had made themselves. A dismal affair, really.

Probably why she had chosen to turn her body into a weapon. Difficult to be unarmed when you could imbue your flesh with the strength of stone or steel, and then act accordingly.

...not that she does that on the train.

"So, are you here to train, or are you simply giving critique?"

Emet-Selch | FFXIV

[moralrelativism]

Film Night

Color him almost surprised that a train, hurtling itself through the void and having managed to sufficiently trap him, has any form of plausible entertainment. Which is to say he honestly expected less with every moment he wandered through the damnable thing. Quite frankly he had already determined that by his standards the only acceptable cars was where they slept and the quiet coach. Anything that let him ignore the rabble of people and let him nap. Places of respite from the otherwise tiresome effort of pretending to care about the train beyond the important questions of unraveling its secrets. Secrets that seemed to be making his life a pain.

He had taken the time to wait until the period film was already playing to stop by again. Unfortunately that nearly halfway through he's lost all interest in. What a absolute joke of storytelling it is! He folds his arms over his chest and shakes his head. "To think this passes as entertainment. A mockery to storytelling is all it is. A gremlin could write a more compelling story than this." Yes, he's absolutely in a fine mood. Not all bitter sounding or annoyed by. Despite his complaining however he's still sitting there.

Jungle Heights - Team Three

If anyone though he would be good at handling the help kids routine they were terribly mistaken. Emet-Selch has ushered some of the older kids across, citing rather bluntly that they could stay there and die or they could move. Simple choice. Not the kindest approach but hard to argue with someone attempting to help. Unambiguously good deeds deserved some reward at some point, right? Well not exactly.

Not if the couple small children who were too scared to cross the relatively small gap between large branches were anything to go by. The gap wasn't particularly imposing but to the little ones it might as well have been a grand canyon. Tiredly does he sigh as one scooches closer. One even makes a grab to tug on his coat. "No, you are perfectly capable of crossing yourselves. 'Tis your lives you need to preserve." Okay maybe being unambiguously good isn't going exactly as planned because now they're whimpering. Ugh. He really should simply leave.

Wildcard

For finding him anywhere through the train. Whether it's he's decided to unceremoniously make himself comfortable in the way of something that someone needs access to. Decided that he's bored and he's going to hang around any certain car observing people with a few witty little quips or anything else.

FLIM NGIHT

[stillnewatthis]

Orisa was quite enjoying the movie thus far, so hearing that its quality didn't meet standards was quite a surprise to her. She turned without moving her lower body from its demure seat on the floor. "Please clarify. Is the fault only with the writing?"

Maebhrin Tillinath | Dungeons and Dragons: Birthright OC

[swordsage]

1. Fight Club

All training counts. That in itself is a mood, the spirit of which Maebhrin has practiced all of her life. That may just have been the lifeline she clung to when she'd first arrived on the train, in truth!

Which is probably precisely why she has taken one of the sports balls--a 'basket ball', she'd heard it called--and is using it to balance upon, even as she works her way through what is clearly a kata of some sort. The idea for her is to keep up her balance and the dexterous movements she's weaving, and yet stay on the ball as she does so. They'd never had this sort of thing back on Aebrynis. Work on this new practice technique? Sounded good to her!!


2. Jungle Heights-Team One

Treetop fighting. That was not precisely like home, but fighting in the trees? Such a thing is not entirely alien to her. Unfortunately, the boots she's been made to use are not created for either climbing trees, or clinging to vines, Maebhrin has quickly found.

And, disgusted, she paused to take them off in the midst of fighting, tying them to her belt and going on in only her socks. At least it made her more effective, and harder to hit, despite being forced to resort to unarmed strikes. Though she's not above picking up a broken claw or tree branch and using that to savage the creatures, either...

fight club

[theirondragon]

Bull's seen some weird training exercises, but this one's new. He simply crosses his arms and watched for a moment, trying to figure out exactly what standing on a ball and waving your arms around did for fighting. He couldn't, though, no matter how long he watched.

"So, what's the ball supposed to be?"

The Rookie/Avatar - Sonic the Hedgehog

[wispon]

A- Film Night
A short, by human standards, orange cat fellow (or lass?) can be found in the newest train car. Only they have one problem, and that is with the films people keep picking and sadly the cat isn't what one would call very... Loud.

So they approach the person picking the next film to watch and in a nervous voice stutters; "Um, c-could we watch something not so scary this time?"

B- Fight Club
Fighting wasn't really Rookie's strong point, but the gym struck them as a good place to start with learning something that isn't 'point wispon at an enemy and shoot'.

Of course, those plans go out of the door when they find the variety of balls. Turning to someone nearby, most likely bothering someone doing something else that isn't a weird game of ball, they grin and ask;

"Do you want to play ball or um, something?"

C- Jungle Heights Team Two
Oh god, why did they even volunteer for this? They could have been helping with the evacuation of non-fighters but no. They have their Wispon so why not help with the fighting?

Of course, they're doing their best but the recoil of their weapon is making things a bit harder for them to keep their footing and well. Eventually, they're going to almost slip off the edge of the platform they're on, hopefully their flailing will get grabbed by someone so they don't go splat.

A

[alongtailtalltale]

[Tangle brightens when they ask her, nodding enthusiastically.]

Sure, sure! How about the two of us pick something together?

[She turns towards the stacks of movies.]

Oooo, they have something called "Robocop"! I bet that's about a robot who's also a cop!

a-qing | The Untamed/MDZS

[spikelet]

Film Night
The cinema carriage is a source of endless fascination for A-Qing. It seems like anything she can think of, there's a 'film' for it, and she would spend all of her time pouring through the collection if she could. Which brings her to:

The cinema carriage is a source of endless frustration for A-Qing. There are too many people here for her to feel at all safe, too many people that she absolutely does not trust, and that means she's got to keep up the act, and be a pitiful blind maiden.

Pitiful blind maidens, it turns out, can't watch films.

But she's worked out that she can sit there, and look hopeful, and people will feed her sweets and let her stay, and all she has to put up with is someone helpfully describing the action to her while she watches out of the corner of her eyes.

She taps her way into the carriage, and, jackpot, there's a film playing, and it's one she hasn't seen before. Milky white eyes flick around aimlessly, while she rapidly tries to identify if there's anyone she can latch onto without making eye contact.

Jungle Heights: Team Two
This sucks! This sucks so much!

Forbidden from joining any of the adventurous teams - and, okay, so she wouldn't want to fight those monsters they saw on their way in anyway, but! - she's stuck in the village. And while getting around is perfectly easy, most of the people she actually likes are off fighting giant monkeys and venomous lizards. Instead, she's darting around, keeping out from underfoot, dropping off meals and small bulbs of fresh water to the other defenders.

Which is fine. It keeps her from getting bored, and as long as she keeps one hand on the ropeways no one questions her speed.

Except some idiot didn't do their job guarding the village, and now there's some gross ape lunging at her! She scrambles away, waving her cane between them.

"Help!"

Film Night

[xue_yang]

As if this train didn't give him enough people who hated him, it decided to drop yet another into his lap. At least this one could prove to be interesting. But he has to test exactly which version of this A-Qing he has encountered since it seems everyone from his world has different memories.

Step one..let's see if she still wants to play the blind game. He walks up behind her, smirking slightly as he simply looms over her as if waiting for her to realize just who exactly she has encountered.

The Iron Bull | Dragon Age (OU)

[theirondragon]

- fight club -
The Bull had heard more than one person complaining about the lack of equipment in the gym, and sure, there weren’t many proper weapons or training poles, but there was a lot a guy could use his imagination with, and get a good hit in regardless. The massive, one-eyed horned man was presently testing the balance on a big, two-handed training pole, bamboo by the look of it, squaring off against a training dummy, going easy as far as the actual contact was concerned, but he’s been going at it a while, if the sheen of sweat across his bare and deeply scarred shoulders is any indication.

Fighting kept his head clear. Being trapped on this train made him twitchy and that wasn’t safe for anybody else on board. It didn’t help there was demons, talking magic glass on the walls of every car…oh, and they were somewhere between where anything real should actually exist. It made a guy’s horns itch, and that meant hitting something.

He grins when somebody else approaches, though. Getting hit back’s even better. “Hey, you want to go a couple rounds?” He would hold back, of course. This was about nervous energy, not damage. “Gotta keep sharp, right?”

- jungle heights – team two
You know where a big ass Qunari didn’t belong? Swinging through the trees. He was glad to stand with the villagers and keep them safe from the trash trying to run off with them for a snack. Protecting civilians, putting his massive bulk in the way of gnashing jaws and swiping claws? This was what the Iron Bull lived for, it was even how he’d chosen his nickname, and he put that namesake to effective use now. A skillfully thrown handaxe knocked one beast from a railing as it was climbing up, and then he was in front of a cowering shopkeeper, a massive, two handed, sword, leading the way.

He grinned savagely. “Anybody wanna take bets on how many pieces we can cut them into before they hit the ground?”

fight.... club....

[deathflags]

Catarina had been in the gym car for a while. But for some reason, instead of practicing with any sort of real weapon, her entire time had been spent practicing.... throwing a tiny rolled up piece of paper. She was practicing diligently, though, so obviously whatever it was she was doing it must be of some importance... right?

She had just about wrapped up when an off-throw sent her paper over towards where that big bull guy (man, non-humans! talk about a setting change!) had been practicing. And when he addresses her, Catarina grins in response.

"You want to go up against me? Sure! I do have to warn you though, I'm pretty good. You won't be able to go easy on me!" That confidence is completely unwarranted. Please go easy on her.

Tsugumi Hazawa | BanG Dream!

[5mm]

[A | film night]
[While she tended to bustle around somewhat, Tsugumi had been doing enough of that today that she needed a break, and somehow the cinema car seemed like just the right place for it. She'd walked in and sat down before even really thinking about it, sinking into the chair with a sigh. Except of all things, it's an animated series playing - is this that show she'd been hearing about, with the train? That went on forever? She was kind of excited to see that, so she settled in and started paying attention properly.

...a couple hours later, she's still here, a few episodes in and excitedly paying attention. Never mind that she'd just sat through at least one episode of filler. Were her eyes sparkling-? If someone drew her attention, she'd smile at them and gesture at a nearby open seat, vibrant energy just under the surface.] Here, a new season just started, it's a perfect time to jump in, I think. I've never seen this before now, but it's good!

[B | jungle heights: team three]
[Not only are the civilians not fighters, neither is Tsugu. But she is good at staying calm in a pinch - and helping others do the same - and that's probably a valuable skill right now. She's sure appreciating the pants from the train right now as the branches threaten to leave cuts on her arms and legs, but she's managing, and she's got a small group of a couple children with her as she tries to hustle them along. It's rough going, and she's far from the most athletic person she knows, but she's getting by. She could probably use a little help, though - she's occupied enough that she's not looking up, and someone to discourage attention might be helpful. Or someone to make sure she doesn't miss her own step helping one of the kids with theirs, as she murmurs encouragement at them.]

[C | wildcard: kitchen car]
[But despite everything, when she's done helping out, Tsugumi has a habit of returning here, to the place that's perhaps most like home - absent a keyboard and her friends, at any rate. At the moment she's working on a pan of cinnamon rolls, with another one fresh out of the oven and cooling, and a small bowl of icing next to it. Despite the work and the light coating of flour working its way up her arms, she seems relaxed, almost cheery as she moves with ease, humming a song. She'd been careful not to take anything that was particularly limited in supply; thankfully the basics were well-stocked, and they seemed to have an abundance of cinnamon, or at least something that smelled a lot like it, and tasted... pretty close. In practice it seems like it's giving the rolls a unique flavor, but they're still recognizable as the sweet treat she's used to.

There's a mechanical timer ticking down next to the already-finished tray with a couple minutes left - sure, she could probably use her watch or something for that, but there's a certain Way Things Are Done and she's sticking to it - and any attempt to reach for it until the timer goes off will result in Tsugu turning to the offender with rolling pin in hand.] Those aren't cool yet! You'll burn your mouth! Just a little longer, okay? Then I'll frost one for you.

C

[alongtailtalltale]

[Tangle pouts as she pulls her hand away, rubbing her wrist as she just thinks about what that rolling pin would do to her hand.]

But I want one nooooow.

Itsuki Myoudouin | Heartcatch Precure

[sunbloom]

[A | fight club]
[She'd never been a stranger to the dojo, but Itsuki isn't at all sure what she's supposed to be doing here. She could work out against the dummies, sure, but the soccer ball that whizzes past her torso as she walks toward one gives her a pretty good idea of how likely that training is to be productive and uninterrupted. That is to say, it won't be, and as the ball comes on its way back, she shrugs and pivots on one leg, bending at the knee and sweeping out with a kick at the ball with the other, driving it forward the way it was rolling. Then, somewhat belatedly, as she chases after it she calls:] Have room for one more, guys?

[B | jungle heights: team one]
[Where Itsuki'd been before, the slightly rare but by now somewhat expected form of Cure Sunshine is leaping into battle; long golden hair and a flashy costume herald her coming, but she's also nimble and packs a real punch, both of which she's counting on when these things have claws and she's always been the least "armored" of any of them. Between swinging on the vines and bouncing on the tree tunks, Sunshine is largely keeping herself out of trouble, but it's still not quite enough. She's getting overwhelmed, and she really doesn't want to go loud here - if she had the free time, Gold Forte Burst could probably open a lot of space, but she doesn't have the time, and can't make it without risking pushing anyone else around her. And with the roots... no, that's not an option. One Aegis, though...]

I could use a hand here! I just need ten- no, five seconds, and I can open up some space!

[C | wildcard: greenhouse car]
[It's hard to downplay how little elements of home can help buoy one's mood; Itsuki certainly knew she could use a bit of a break, and while this wasn't the botanical garden of Kibougahana she could always find a sympathetic ear in, flowers always helped her relax a little. Some of the seeds and bulbs in the crates were unfamiliar to her, but being alien plants didn't stop her from wanting to try, so she'd retrieved a small selection, a trowel, and a pair of gloves, and was now starting a small patch after consulting the ICP looking for information on what she was planting. Not finding a whole lot, she elected to just try what normally worked and hope for the best. Anyone walking into the car would find her kneeling at a patch of dirt, gloves and pants stained with dirt, and a surprising expression of serenity on her face.]

B

[bag_has_snapped]

AHHHHH! Precure Butt Puuuuuunch!

[Need five seconds? A familiar streak of pink and white will answer that! Tsubomi had seen her friend in trouble and decided to try and swing to her rescue. Instead, the poor girl’s acrophobia kicked in and she came in like a wrecking ball, only able to scream out that famed attack on the way down.]

Too hiiiiiigh!

Zack Fair // Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII

[squatmissionfair]

Film Night

Zack isn't used to just chilling out. He's always on the move with missions, always doing other things in his spare time. Safe to say, the movie has him griped hard.

It's an interesting one and he'll talk to people if they poke him.

Fight Club

Now, this is more of Zack's style!

A training dummy is getting beaten to the bone and once he's done with that, he'll go back to squats.

He's right in the middle of a squat when a baseball knocks into his boot. He stumbles back a bit, caught off guard and balance lost. He picks up the ball and gives a look around for the source.

"Hey, is this yours?"

Jungle Heights - Team Two

It's not even a question for him to agree to this. Zack is easily moving through the treetops like it's nothing. He has a weapon on him at least, but not his trusty buster sword. Sure, there's an enemy here or there that gives him problems but for the most part he's chewing through them.

He'll stop and help people along the way!

Wildcard

[For anything else that doesn't fit in the above goes here! Zack's more or less taken right before the end in Crisis Core. For spoiler reasons. As the player in Crisis Core, I did all 300 missions so those are underneath Zack's belt as well.]

Fight club

[rookiemistakes]

“Why would it be mine?”

Elena is in the process of destroying her own practice dummy and has no interest in basketball.

“Just throw it over to the kids. Otherwise it’ll get underfoot.”

Tsubomi Hanasaki | Heartcatch Pretty Cure

[bag_has_snapped]

Film Night

[Tsubomi was used to the oddballness of who she was, so being taken away for something wasn’t too disturbing. However, she couldn’t help but be awed with what the train had to offer, especially in terms of films now.

Which is why you’ll find her watching... Merry Little Voidtrain, just entranced by it’s adorableness. There’s nothing wrong with this!]

Oh! W-wanna watch?

Fight Club

[Gym. One of Tsubomi’s weakest subjects. She wasn’t physically fit like her friends, either in Kibogahana nor the other towns, but she had to keep up her strength, right?

Of course, not using her powers meant that her punch’s were really pathetic. Like really really pathetic.

Care to laugh at her?]

Ahhh... I’m doing something wrong. It’s not like usual...]

Jungle Heights Team Two

Blossom Screw Punch!

[Tsubomi had a mission to do, helping the people in these homes from being attacking by the monsters. And she could do this the only way she could - as Cure Blossom. The pink spiral beam of flowers showed that she could handle these beasts easily, but there were still way too many for her alone.]

I could use some help, please? Fending them off is a little tough!

Re: Tsubomi Hanasaki | Heartcatch Pretty Cure

[iamnotgod]

[Have a friendly smile from a kindly Internet robot, Tsubomi!

There is, in point of fact, nothing wrong here in the slightest~]

Of course.

Which film did you pick? Out of the five, the second one is played the most, but that doesn't mean the rest aren't worth watching.

[That smile-emote briefly switches to a winking one.]

Tsubomi Hanasaki | Heartcatch Precure

[bloomingblossom]

[A - Film Night]

[Tsubomi really needed to pay more attention when she picked a movie.

It seemed harmless enough! It was called The Strange Little Flower Shop! A subject she was always interested in. And it said there were songs, and a mystery, and romance!

The summary said nothing about the singing, man-eating plant that was the subject of the movie. By the time it was a third done, she was sitting there, wide eyed, and pale as a ghost.]

Wh-who would make something like this?!

[b - Jungle Heights - Team Three]

[Helping the noncombatants was something Tsubomi felt she was immediately suited for; it wasn't that she wasn't brave enough for the other missions, but she felt someone with powers had to be there for the kids and other civilians.

In this case, she had her attention on a young child who stayed at the back of the line, crying their eyes out. Tsubomi immediately hurried to their side, and tried to console them, but nothing she said got through to them.]

Please, don't cry! I promise! We'll get you somewhere safe, and I'll find your papa and mama! I mean it!

film night

[spikelet]

[ A-Qing, on the other hand, absolutely knew what she was getting into when she walked into the cinema and saw the girl selecting this movie. It'd been in one of the marathon evenings the week before, and she'd only caught the end, to her eternal regret.

So at Tsubomi's increasing discomfort (and a little at her own, because... why'd it have to eat that person...), she shrugged, and reached for more sugary popcorn. ]

At least the songs are good.

Elena | Compilation of Final Fantasy VII

[rookiemistakes]

i - film night

Elena will strenuously deny it when asked, but she's embarrassingly into Merry Little Voidtrain. She'd first come into the the cinema just to have something to do--there's only so much training a body can take per day, and the other hours between meals and sleeping seem to stretch out endlessly--but now, three or four hours into a marathon hosted by one of the train's resident teenagers, she's hooked. Despite being geared towards little kids, the show (which had seemed so stupid at first) is actually rather charming.

And that song is going to be stuck in her head for days.

She's glad it's dark, because Kheli and her train are currently teaching the world of the week about the value of friendship, and it's way more touching than it has any right to be.

Elena, the newest and youngest member of the elite team of Shin-Ra assassins known as the Turks, lets out a big, audible sniff and rubs at her eyes with the back of her sleeve. It's so pure and wholesome!

ii - fight club

This is more like it.

Elena has stripped down to her polo shirt and shorts, and is currently running through as many katas as she can without another person present. There are training dummies, but it just isn't the same.

After a while she pushes her sweaty bangs out of her eyes and turns.

"Spar with me. I'll go easy on you."

iii - jungle heights | team two

"Ha! That will teach you to mess with Elena of the Turks."

Elena grins triumphantly as the monster falls off the platform, down to the forest floor far below. This is more like it. Disposing of monsters The Turks Way: with the maximum amount of mayhem and violence. No mercy. She roundhouse kicks another monster as it approaches a group of kids, but overbalances when it goes over. Suddenly, she finds herself gripping the edge of the platform, hanging on for dear life.

"Hey! I could use some backup over here!"

film night

[spikelet]

Some films are more action and weird slow music than dialogue, and those films she has to pass over, because no one will ever believe that a blind girl would sit through them just for the sounds. Other films...

Well, maybe Merry Little Void Train is childish, but everyone gets so into it, and there's so much discussion and... what did they call it, 'media analysis', that she can join in with barely any suspicion raised.

"Are you crying?" She whispers, and tries not to sound too scornful. If she starts an argument, it'll drown out the finale. "It's not over yet!"

Sonya Blade | Mortal Kombat | will match format

[soldier_blade]

Movie night

Walking on her own two feet, without the use of a wheelchair or cane, Sonya wasn't sure she'd be able to sit down for an hour for a movie. She still wasn't use to having evenings off..so much time off.

She could recall the last time she'd seen a movie though; years ago, when she'd taken time off to visit Jacqui and Jax while they were on medical leave. Even that was in passing, someone had put on an old movie and she only watched to keep them company.

The children's movie made her scoff, wondering why'd they go for something for so young an audience. She tried not to think of weekend mornings, the few times she was home, listening to the tv screen as Cassie watched her cartoons.

She really wished they'd selected a different movie.

Mission: team two.

Much as Sonya hated to admit it, she was glad to finally be given the clear all for a mission. Being stuck on this 'train' was bad enough, but feeling useless was even worse.

She would've loved to have been out in the trees, fighting the creatures in their element. Yet she was still working to get into fighting shape, and she didn't trust her reflexes just yet to keep balance. Fighting the creatures on the platforms, allowing the others to get to safety, that was something she felt sure enough to do.

They did allow her one of her energy gauntlets atleast, and she was able to repair it from the damage after her arrival. Just one was enough to blast and stun the creatures before they could attack either civilian or one of the team members.

Team Two mission

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin was clambering amongst the trees, running along the walkways and platforms, stabbing the sharp-toothed, sharp-clawed invaders with the goblin sword he had collected on a previous mission. Being an Elf, he was extremely agile, though he wasn't a Wood-elf and had never lived on a tree-platform.

Pursuing a pack of these creatures, he sprang onto one of the house platforms and leaped in front of the pack before the savage creatures could drag the human inhabitants out of the house and eat them, or whatever terrible thing it was that they meant to do.

Unfortunately, there was another pack hiding behind the house, and they all came out to confront him. Now he was surrounded by the two groups of creatures. "Stay inside!" he yelled, to the inhabitants of the house. "I'll take care of this!"

He grinned at the creatures and pointed his sword at them, challenging them. They surged forward, and then he was too busy fighting to notice Sonya with her energy gauntlets.

Crowley / Good Omens - CRAU from Lifeaftr! (I'll match your formatting.)

[agathokakological]

A. Crowley had always enjoyed the cinema. He had been a bit of a junkie when it came to it, always finding time to catch a weekend matinee while most humans were still asleep. He'd been obsessed with certain films over the decades, but often times found himself watching cartoons because visual stimulation without content that was too cerebral was a pleasant way to zone out.

This was a ritual he'd gone without for some time, having been plucked from his own world and stranded on a deserted island for several months. This wasn't a particularly long time once compared to the entirety of his existence, but it felt particularly longer than it had been, since he'd also been stripped of many of the powers he had used for mere convenience since before time had even existed. It was a bit of a shock to his system, and the soft glow of the film screen was so beautiful to him in this moment, that it nearly brought tears to his eyes (that he took care to still mask behind sunglasses, even in a dark theatre).

He hears others approaching before he sees them, but he doesn't turn his head, eyes transfixed to the screen, expression rather emotional for someone watching a cartoon about a train.

"I've missed you so much." he murmurs softly... and it's unclear if he's speaking to the film or the person approaching.

B. 'Oh, wonderful. More jungle retreats.' was the demon's first thoughts when setting out on his mission. He'd had just about enough of those for a while, he'd thought, but at least this one had a goal with a promised end. Crowley wasn't a very physical being, however, which made the idea of swinging tree to tree, fighting creatures, and saving civilians absolutely dreadful. There was something that made things a bit easier for him, his human corporation had been ill-suited, sure, but there was another form that Crowley could take that made climbing trees pretty natural.

The serpent, easily the size of a giant anaconda if not larger but with marking much more unique, had coiled up the tree easily, lounging momentarily in the branches as it assessed the situation. The snake was black with a red belly and big yellow eyes that somehow seemed more animated than the usual reptile, it's head darting back and forth as creatures passed beneath him, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. A rustling of leaves behind him had the long muscles of his body tensing, bringing him upright with fangs bared, hissing in the direction of the noise, at least until he could see the source of it and recognize it as anything other than a threat.

There was one more curious thing about the serpent of course, which was it's speech. It rose like a chorus of whispers, echoing through the listener's skull, low and sinuous in the way it spoke. The serpent's tongue flicked out, smelling the air as it lowered it's head.

"Watch your ssstep."

[dredefulchilde]

“I beg your pardon?”

There’s a small boy sitting next to Crowley, doing his very best not to appear utterly engrossed in the cartoon. He figures that if he carefully schools his face into an expression of annoyed boredom and snorts derisively every so often no one will notice how deeply he’s been taken in.

“I’m flattered, of course, but I can’t say we’ve ever met before, either in this world or the one before.”

Aziraphale | Good Omens (show) | CRAU from Life Aftr (will match formatting)

[salutosinedelectat]

I. Film Night
After the last few months in shifting islands of magical dangers, having a taste of semi-mortality, having nearly every single piece of his power taken away, and the horrifying uncertainty that followed after when all of that ended, this is...well, it's not ideal, but it's certainly an improvement. Whether he's satisfied or not isn't really the question, but he feels far readier to face this particular venture.

He's never been quite given to cinema as much as the classical arts. Last time he's sat down to watch a proper movie, they were still black and white, and silent. Still, a certain demon had always been a big fan, and the angel would hear praise and criticisms of certain pieces of cinematographic arts as the decades went by. Still, he's always preferred live theater.

At this moment, he's trying to make sense of this one film about a cat, and places, and...singing? He doesn't seem to be having a great time with it.

"Utterly ridiculous. It makes no sense." He scoffs under his breath. "How did he even get there?"


II.Jungle Heights - Team Three
Jungles. He thought he was quite done with jungles. But, then again, the sentiment of 'being done with something' has clearly proved to be wrong most of the time. And this time, at least, he has a lot more at his disposal, which does make him feel a lot less worried.

He's ushering along residents along toward a safer area, his eyes wandering towards the tree branches every so often, looking for signs of threats - and even of allies. It's difficult to spot anything through the dense foliage, and he at least makes sure the groups keep moving along.

"Yes, yes, right this way, come along now, quickly." It's fascinating, how this entire society seems to live up in these trees. Though he does suppose it isn't quite the safest when the danger lurks up here too. "Mind your step, there you go."


III. Around/Wildcard
He certainly takes his time exploring the train and its many carriages, happy to find some proper food and comfort. And beds! Real beds. He doesn't even need to sleep (anymore, thank someone), but he's glad that, should he ever feel like doing so, he'll be well set.

He's a bit disappointed at what qualifies as a library, but...it'll do.

[ Feel free to have your character find him anywhere. ]

I. Film night

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin is lounging in his seat with his arms folded and his feet up on the back of the seat in front of him. Luckily, the cinema coach isn't very crowded tonight. And no wonder!

"Who the hell picked this film?" he snickers. The cats are zooming around in their fighter jets, and when they land, they hustle straight off to the karaoke bar without bothering to take off their fight suits. The songs are catchy, idiotic, and sound as though they were written for kids.

He leans to his right and says to the new guy sitting nearest to him, "Yeah, it makes no sense at all! I wonder if the train thinks we're all six-year-olds?"

Huehuecóyotl | Midnight Occult Civil Servants | OU

[tamemeifyoucan]

[ 1. Film Night - Sing Cat Sing ]

Huehuecóyotl had nestled into a seat with some popcorn. They were expecting something, but... the plot is pretty mediocre. They call this a story? It's a disappointment in that respect.

But the music and dancing more than make up for it. Before long, Huehuecóyotl is jumping up and trying to sing and dance along, in mid-air, dropping their popcorn (and not really seeming to care about it; they weren't eating it anyway) in the process.

As they mimic the dance moves, they might bonk into you - without an apology. They'll just stop and look at you, almost as if you got in their way, or they didn't expect you to be there (even if you were sitting next to them all along). If that's the case, what will you do next?

However, if you're brave enough to dance, too, they're going to smile and try to dance with you. It's glorious to have someone else to play with.

"Isn't this fun?" they'll cry out in excitement.

Have fun enjoying off-key guess-the-beat-of-the-lyrics singing with them, too. This is a party, as far as they're concerned.


[ 2. Gym ]

Huehuecóyotl has transformed their clothing into something cute for this portion. They've gone over and gotten as many dodgeballs as they possibly can hold.

They hover over the gym, looking for the perfect target, and then hurl a ball at you. If it misses, or even if it doesn't, here comes another one straight for you.

Huehuecóyotl just laughs and laughs as their arms empty. They head back to the cabinet for another round of balls, hovering just out of reach if they can help it. Which really can be considered cheating. But, as far as they're concerned, you're here for their amusement.

Think you can win against them? Perhaps bait them to play as 'normal'? Call them out on their habits. Not that it'll do you much good, but you're welcome to try.


[ 3. Jungle Heights - Team Two ]

Getting bothered to do much of this is quite the task, but somehow, they're here. And not falling below the platforms, that's easy enough - being able to hover is definitely a blessing.

The rest? Not so much.

"This doesn't seem like much fun..." is their excuse, looking disappointed.

And so they're idly watching most of it. Occasionally, they'll go out of their way to knock one down to the ground below. And that seems to be getting them more into the spirit of things. After a few more rounds, they're into this, giving cheers when one falls - whether it's their teammates or not.

But then... they're curious.

They casually float up beside you and try to knock you off balance. And they may not be discreet about it. They just want to see what would happen.

If you should fall, they'll fly after you - but only to watch.

Film Night

[swordsage]

Wordless or not, Maebhrin does not need to be asked to dance. She offers up a peal of pleased laughter, though she had been trying to follow these unfamiliar moving pictures. These 'films' are unlike anything she's ever experienced, but dancing? That's like throwing a fish into water!

Singing is less familiar, but there are tales of Sidhelien and how their voices enchant mortals; even Mae's relative inexperience with song catches the ear. She laughs when Huehuecóyotl does, nodding brightly. The elf doesn't precisely think it's a party, but it is a lot of fun, and she laughs in agreement.

"It is! It is definitely the most fun I have had in a while!" And it seems she's pleased enough to share it, as well.

Sakura | Final Fantasy Brave Exvius

[grannyofthebolt]

Fight Club

Sakura was a soldier sure, but she was a mage first, and a trainer of heroes. Also a bit out of practice with actual practice methods. For the past 300 years she had been the one chucking the balls at the heads of students that were trying to keep concentration, now fate had a different role for her. Her head had for some reason become the magnet of all missed balls, and dodging, ducking, dipping, diving, or dodging are never easy tasks to do when channeling magic.

Lightning striking her staff, blowing it to toothpicks, she looks down and starts muttering, "This training hall is why I haven't done it indoors in centuries...."


Team One

Bouncing from the trees, with an almost elfin grace and a bearing that screams "I am the horrible dark knight of lore," there is a 12 year old looking girl, with a stick that has black energy mirroring a scythe, and a headband that may look like kitty ears. As she tosses lightning at the invading monsters, occasionally switching the black death energy after a strike blows up a branch she was just standing on or singing the end of her stick she lands nearby.

Reaching in to her pocket and pulling out a handful of hard, pumpkin candies she tosses a few in your direction. "Here. Take this, it will help."

Wildcard

In the kitchen she sits, a pot of tea steaming behind her as she fiddles with several pots. A pile of candies sitting next to her as she tries to craft more, but seems to be eating every other one she pops from a piece of foil they were left to cool on.

"Guess I need to save for a mold, or I won't be able to get the really cute ones for fights...."

Team One

[enthunder]

Given that, until now, jumping around and throwing electricity at her foes has been Lightning's prime role in the team... she's a little baffled when a cat-eared blur passes her by, and hits the shrieking tree ghoul she'd been aiming for.

It's not a problem, per se. Plenty of monsters to go around. But then the offender throws sweets at her. She comes to rest on a branch, to squint down at the cute wrappings in her hand and Sakura with equal bemusement.

"... Help how?"