Test Drive Meme 013

[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!

Training Gym

Fight club have finally gotten a gym to train in. Train carriages make strange gyms, long narrow spaces. But this has mats, balance beams, climbing apparatus. Pads and training dummies for punching. It also has large blocks that look a little like what you might find in a children's play centre but can be used to make obstacle courses or provide cover in training exercises.

Set up a course, practice fighting or try and learn how to throw a punch! There are plenty who will help, people who take training super seriously and let's face it, people who want to ambush others from behind oversized foam blocks.

Games

For those for whom fighting is not an idea of fun, or those wanting more relaxation, the games carriage has a whole collection of different games. Board games, card games, dice games. There are many games about trains but they aren't the only type.

There are low tables in the carriage to set a game up on and plenty of beanbags and cushions to sit on. Grab a game, grab a friend or a complete stranger and get playing!

Water Maze

The latest mission has taken the voidtreckers to an underwater maze. They have been given wet suits, helmets and breathing apparatus- lightweight boxes that strap to their back, connect to their helmet and filter air from the water. A powerful and dangerous artifact has been stolen and the race is on to get it back before it is used for ill.

Team One

Plenty of monsters and foes have been sent to try and retrieve the item. Giant crabs, strange eels. Even people with fish tails and the ability to breathe underwater. All are dangerous foes and fighting underwater is difficult.

But team one are the vanguard, keeping the monster levels low to allow team two to push on through the maze.

Team Two

Hopefully team one will deal with the monsters, but the odd one might sneak through. Team two's main job is to solve the maze, because the thief is in the centre in order to perform his ritual.

It's a race against time, the maze is made of coral and walls of seaweed that are impossible to cut through. Solving it requires a quick mind and some determined swimming.

Team Three

For those not wishing to brave the water, or those whose skills lie more in helping others. The island where the artefact was stolen from needs help. The temple was ransacked and some of the islanders were injured. Help them fix their homes, put the temple back to rights, tend to the injured.

Cleaning the temple is a big job, but hopefully by the time the artefact has been retrieved it will be able to be restored to it's rightful place.

Comments

Senku Ishigami | Dr. Stone

[10billionpercent]

[I. Games]

[Senku is settled into a comfortable chair with a table in front of him and he is playing solitaire. He's not the type to cheat unnecessarily, but he's doing alright.

He glances up and holds up a card, the ace of diamonds.]

Care to play a game?

[He won't be bothered regardless of the answer.]

[II. The Maze]

[He had his arms crossed, as he considered. The easiest way was to stick a hand on the wall and follow it to the end, and so he did, swimming with a gesture. This way!]

[III. Choose Your Own Adventure.]

[What it says on the tin.]

Kurosaki Ichigo/Bleach

[strawberryprotector]

Training gym:
Taking off his shirt, Ichigo made sure to stretch his arms and shoulders before sizing up the heavy bag. He hadn't been doing much hand to hand lately, and he did honestly miss it. It had been a long time since his karate lessons, but he still remembered basic stances. Settling into one, he started punching the bag, throwing in a side kick now and then for good measure.

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Hnnnnhhh...." Katsuya, for his part, isn't taking his shirt off. Sweater, sure. Shirt? No way, that thing's staying on, he's not dealing with 'what the hell is that scar!?' questions today!

But in any case, while he and his ponyta both come in they can't help but be distracted by the other's practice. After a few seconds of silence, he speaks-

"Oiiii- you mind 'f anyone else does some stuff 'n here?" he asks, the ponyta meanwhile just sniffing at the air.

[strawberryprotector]

Pausing mid kick, Ichigo put his foot on the ground and caught the bag and slowed it to a stop. "No, not at all. I'm not the one who owns this place." Looking over, he saw the tiny pony and couldn't help gasping softly. "What is that? It's cute."

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Cool!" Great, now he just has to find a spot to practice and-

And as usual the glowing attention magnet is the center of attention. And proudly so, as the pony whinnies. "Eh? Th's Kaseri! She's a ponyta," he explains, rubbing his head as the pony trots over. "Er...G'laran one."

[betrayedwhisper]

Familiar reiatsu drew Muramasa onto the train, and he followed it into the gym car where bright orange hair caught his attention.

He wasn't exactly sure how, or why, he was alive; he'd known he was dying during the last fight with the shinigami in Koga's inner world and could remember fading away. How he'd found himself on the train platform was a mystery to him but he was glad to feel someone familiar.

Knowing better than to sneak up on the other man, Muramasa stayed in the doorway and spoke, "Kurosaki Ichigo."

[strawberryprotector]

Having paused to take a drink from the bottle of water he'd grabbed, Ichigo looked at the door. "Muramasa, right? Are you free from Koga at last?" He did worry about the sword spirit still being under the influence of his twisted master.

[betrayedwhisper]

Murasama brought a hand up, clenching a fist and studying his long nails before answering.

“I do not hear him any longer, nor do I feel the connection we once shared.” The Zanpakto spirit raised his gaze to meet Ichigo’s as he continued, “It’s a strange feeling, if I’m honest. I was with Koga for decades and I’m not sure what my purpose is without him.”

[deage]

[ A. Games ]

Somebody's parked in one of the beanbag chairs, but she doesn't even have a game out. Instead she has a book - some sort of mystery, by the look of it. She does casually read mysteries, though she might nor prefer them over others... but for some reason there seemed to be a lot of them in the local 'library,' and so that's what she has.

She casually flips through the book, pausing only to glance up and see what other people in this car are doing. She never looks interested, per se, but she's definitely watchful.

However, since she appears about 7 years old, feel free to comment on this adult-level-reading and disturbing novel she's got in her hands.


[ B. Medical Car ]

And now there's a little girl in the medical car, going through the various equipment and drugs contained inside. Drugs are being noted, and set aside if she doesn't recognize them. There's a small number of them already piled up on one of the tables - drugs not following standard appearance standards or labeling that she knows.

The equipment is something else, being tested one by one in turn to ensure they work and that they work as expected. One or two of them have been partially disassembled - anything with electronics really. Don't worry, she's good for reassembling them, probably.

This is completely normal behavior for a little girl that doesn't even come up to most people's torsos, please carry on.


[ C. Team Two ]

She heard something about solving and so chose to dive along with Team Two, but it's a maze, not a puzzle. Not exactly her forte. And being small did have its downsides, and a big one was speed - short legs meant for a slower pace in both walking and swimming.

So there's a little girl lagging behind the rest of the group. Please send help, thanks.


[D. Wildcard ]

Ai can be found wandering most cars, usually inspecting their contents or the people on board. Say something!

C!

[unfavorableinstigation]

The maze was too small to 'go whale', so swimming as human with the train-provided suit it was.

That said, not all swimmers were created equal, as Nita knew well, and the last thing she wanted to do was leave anyone behind.

'Hey, need a lift? Well, boost really,' she amended, calling back to the much-smaller Ai.

She couldn't sense anything coming, but she wasn't going to take that as a guarantee they were safe.

[deage]

Ai's not the type of person to refuse help needlessly. She's scowling slightly, but she knows the facts for what they are; her body is small and slower than an adult's or teenager's.

Slowly, she nods. Adding on through the communications device, "If it's not too much trouble." The politeness was feigned, and the tone of voice does portray some level of irritation, even if not much.

It's not the kind of speech you'd expect from a child, though.

A

[dredefulchilde]

(Alleged) children reading far above their apparent grade level seem to be a dime a dozen on this train. Joss is curled up with his own wildly age-inappropriate novel, which he finds is rapidly losing his attention. He lifts his head to watch the new girl curiously.

“What are you reading?” He asks eventually, figuring he’s been staring long enough.

[deage]

Ai glances up from her book. She's eyed Joss and his own book enough before he said something, noted the title and book type of it, the apparent contradiction of that combined with his apparent age. Well, this train did have its fair share of unique individuals, so she couldn't draw any real conclusions from it. Even children reading well above their level or inappropriate material was noteworthy but not unusual for normal people.

"Behind the Shadows," she replies simply, her tone even. Going as far as to supply additional information, she adds, "It's a crime thriller. I'd say science fiction, but it's hard to pinpoint science fiction aboard this train, isn't it." It's phrased like a question, but not said like one.

Video Games.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Nearby, Peter's being an actual teenager and engaged in a game of crisis on. It's the 'creepy level' as he's deemed it because he can't beat it by himself and he's determined to do it at least once in his life.

So she might be interrupted by Peter screeching and jumping up on the ceiling because of a jump scare.

[deage]

Ai is a woman of science, and that hasn't changed, either since becoming a child or since boarding this train. So it's been an Experience trying to adjust to seeing things that, well, aren't really explainable by the science she knows.

Like the boy who just leapt up and... stuck. To the ceiling.

She'd been keeping an eye on him before that point, of course. The same way she was keeping an eye on the entire car. But as he did that, she had to keep herself from dropping her book, and her stare became a lot more open.

"What are you?" Not the most polite way to phrase her question. Give her a moment to collect herself. She's not used to being caught off guard.

A

[deductiongeek]

It would probably not be a surprise to Haibara that the same person is responsible for both the extensive mystery section of the train's library, and the general lack of surprise at small children reading wildly inappropriate mystery novels.

Although today, for once, he is not rereading one of the novels. Instead he has laid out a complicated game of solitaire on one of the nearby tables.

[deage]

Ai watches him for a bit. Well, being who she is, it should be no surprise when she slips in something as a bookmark, closes her book, and makes her way over.

"Solitaire, Kudo-kun?" Naturally, she made sure nobody was close enough to overhear her use that name. The way she said it, though, was with a tone of 'Really now?' She looks it over again now that she's closer, trying to make out what variation it might be.

A

[tactlesstantei]

[Hey, know what seems like a good idea? Trying to talk to Haibara. Sure, there’s not much point to bugging her about her age now, but Masumi just wanted some sort of confirmation and she was stubborn enough to keep trying.

Consequently, Masumi pulled up a beanbag chair and a book to sit nearby, though she doesn’t start reading.]

“That’s quite the book for your age.” [Totally not hinting at anything here.]

[deage]

[ Ai glances up from her book. She had noticed Sera enter, of course, and had been slightly on edge because of it.

This was... the girl Ai had just met aboard the Bell Tree Express. The high school detective like Shinichi and Heiji. She'd need to be careful around her. ] Masumi Sera...san. Right?

I like stimulating books. [ She doesn't say challenging, because they're really not. But she says it simply, like it's an obvious reason. ]

Jean-Claude | Anita Blake & Undergrounds CRAU

[baisant]

a. Dining Carriage
[Jean-Claude sits at end of one of the tables, a glass of wine delicately perched on the table in front of him. He may be dressed in the ridiculously sensible hiking boots and cargo trousers of his team's color, but he is also attired in a shirt which seems to be straight out of a harlequin romance novel. Jean-Claude himself seems to be straight out of a harlequin romance novel, for that matter. Right from his long, black curls to his almost luminously pale skin. And his eyes, which are perhaps the most peculiar shade of deep, midnight blue.

He reaches forward, playing with the stem of the wine glass, although it may be noted he does not drink from it. He does not eat. He is watching, listening, and sitting perhaps a little too still to be considered the regular human he is trying to pass himself off to be.]

b. Dressing
[Jean-Claude has been doing a lot of exploring since he has found himself on the train, and inevitably keeps finding himself back in this car. Drawn to it perhaps because out of all the areas, here above the rest of them he feels the most at home.

He wonders what that must say about himself. Sitting at one of the padded stools, in front of the vanity, he smiles in the mirror, and the resulting expression is both beautiful and perhaps a little macabre. Dressed in his old lace shirt, his black curls spilling down his shoulders, the scent of jasmine and dust in the air, alone with the spiders and their webs. Or -- perhaps not quite alone.]

Bonjour, mon ami.

[He glances up at the space behind him in the mirror, only his eyes moving as a figure approaches from behind.]

c. Wildcard
If you'd like to thread something else with Jean-Claude, shoot me a PM and let's work something out!

Also ooc note, he is a vampire and thus he will only be "awake" during whatever might be considered evening and night-time.

A

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin Fitzthomas, formally the Little Prince and onetime Islington powerbroker, wears his new humanity well. His skin, though still very fair, has lost its deathly pallor, and a profusion of freckles have spouted across the bridge of his nose and on his newly-rosy cheeks. His blue eyes, once so hard, are somewhat hidden behind his new glasses and untidy hair. He’s even grown since Jean-Claude saw him last: a whole two centimeters that feel much more important than they really are. He’s even lost a baby tooth or two.

But the boy forgets all of that when he sees a familiar face at dinner.

“Jean-Claude!” The boy rushes towards the vampire, forgetting—for a moment—that he very much counts as food now—and throws his arms around his very, very old friend. The old Joscelin wouldn’t have done that; he was too prickly, too conscious of the ridiculousness of his tiny body. But things have changed.

And Jean-Claude won’t hurt him, right?

[baisant]

Jean-Claude tenses for a half a second before raising his arms to brace around the back of the small body that has just thrown itself into his arms. He recognizes Joscelin, of course he recognizes Joscelin, they have known each other for centuries. And yet...

Two centimetres of height may not be all that much in the grand scheme of things, but it is enough. It is enough when Jean-Claude has known Joscelin for so long as the height he used to be. As the pallor that he used to be. But more than anything, above all else, what stands out the most to Jean-Claude is Joscelin's heartbeat.

"Mon petit," he says, very softly. "What has happened to you?"

B

[iamnotgod]

[In contrast to Jean-Claude, Webmind looks quite plain - an emergent consciousness stuffed into a robot, yes, but there is no macabre beauty to his looks.

He also is seemingly just passing through, but the vampire catches his attention with both his calm placement in a place that had previously seen viciousness, and, of course, the greeting.]

Bonjour to you as well, Jean-Claude. Experimenting today, or-

[As some humans might put it:] 'Taking in the atmosphere'?

[baisant]

[Jean-Claude is relatively new here, and if it is not common knowledge what has happened here, then he probably does not know any of the history of this car. But he can feel that something happened here. There are usually reasons that people keep their distances from spaces.

He turns gracefully in his seat to tilt his head at the newcomer and offer him a pleasant smile.]

Something of the sort. This place certainly does have quite the atmosphere, at that.

Tersa | Black Jewels | CW all | Spoilers | This won't be her final Play-by.

[tangled_tersa]

Training gym

The woman looked like she might be in her early twenties, but it was hard to tell. Her gold eyes seemed almost unfocused, her black hair was a flyaway mess that looked like it had never seen a hairbrush. But she didn't seem to care about her appearance, she was busy stacking the large blocks, but rather oddly. She wasn't building a tower or a pyramid or anything else one might expect. She was building what looked like two intertwining spirals. Each box was placed with only one edge touching the one above or below it. Not one face, one edge. Each placed block seemed to hover in place as soon as she put it where she wanted it. Then she would get another box and haul it, climbing awkwardly to the top of her creation to place the other.

She was murmuring under her breath as she worked, but too low to be heard easily.