Test Drive Meme 003

[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!

What to do on a train.

The problem with trains is you are unable to get off them. Whilst hurtling through an ever changing void that’s probably a good thing all told but it can lead to boredom. Or at least it does if you don’t think creatively enough!

What can you do in a standard coach? Well the obvious, most practical use is a comfy place to sit, in relative solitude as long as no one sits too close. Read a book if you’ve the points to buy one, or write in your journal.

But thinking outside the box a standard coach is also a pretty good climbing course, up and down over the rows of seats, there’s even gaps under the seats if you want to add to the challenge. Or you could just play the floor is lava.

Escorting Dralite

Dralite: Small, bat like creatures. As chicks they are about the size of a beach ball, however it soon becomes apparent that they are predominantly made of wings. Unfurled the creature is tiny with massive wings, spanning a meter long each. It is obvious why they need an escort, they cannot yet fly and their movement is severely hampered by their disproportionate wing size. They will happily cling to any friendly creatures.

Adult dralite are about the size of a sheep with large wings and large claws. They are teritorial but not overtly hostile unless provoked.

Dralite have a screech that will floor most creatures, knocking them down disoriented. As chicks their screech will stun, giving them time to escape from danger.

This world has a sizable colony and a group of humans who preserve and look after the huge dralite nests. However it seems like a group of chicks have gone missing, poachers are suspected, probably planning on selling the chicks off world.

Team One Is to track down the missing dralite. There are clues, footprints, other tracks and rumours of an unauthorised camp of humans in the area. Follow the tracks, check out the camp, see if you can find who took the dralite chicks and where they are being kept.

Team Two Is to rescue the chicks by any means necessary. Be that sneaking in and stealing them back or bursting in to challenge the poachers and put an end to their operation once and for all.

Team Three The remaining chicks still need looked after, especially with many of the volunteers helping hunt down the missing ones. They are needy creatures that cannot mover very far on their own so rely on clinging to other species to get around. You might just find yourself with a new dralite hat or cloak clinging to you, trying to get comfy. They shriek whenever they are afraid or don’t get their way and are likely to wrap their wings around your head if things get too scary. Good luck!

Around the Campfire

Once the chicks are back safe and sound it is time for a celebration. A huge BBQ and campfire is set up for a tasty feast. Just remember to share the meat with your new dralite friends or they will get sad and sulky and that could lead to trouble.

There’s lots of food and afterwards the dralite conservationists will tell stories around the fire, inviting the trekkers to do the same. Wanting to know of the different worlds they have been to, the adventures they’ve been on. Or if real life tale telling is not for you then they will settle for a good ghost story.

Comments

Saguru Hakuba | Detective Conan/Magic Kaito

[toorichnbusyforthis]

{ What to do, what to do. }

Well, this is exactly how Saguru anticipated spending his summer. He had planned a fair but of traveling but mostly to Italy, Sweden, Germany and possibly France. Instead he's stuck on a train traveling through the void as he's been briefed. Part of the detective wants to refuse the explanation-to hold tight to cold, hard logic like any detective should. The other part is far too accustomed to the unexpected thanks to the shenanigans his classmates have gotten up to.

And...

well...

One of his classmates is a witch. Or at least claims to be one. He's writing in his notebook, keeping notes on all the guests on the train-each name he's written has a small description about them and information they've been kind enough to give him. He's also keeping notes on who's in what cabin and drawing out a quick but detailed diagram of where everything on the train is.

He seems focused but even if he's interrupted he'll at least try to be good-mannered about it.



{ Escorting Dralite - Team 1 }

Of course, as a detective, he's got to do the investigating. He's not too happy about the case he's been given but if he must. He's questioned several people in town and few on the outskirts before he goes to check the actual scene of the crime.

Which means he's checking the nests themselves for unusual signs of a struggle and doing his best not to be insulted as this case really does feel like a slight to his intelligence.

"Oh, hello there." He says when a baby dralite has decides it needs to sit on his shoulder. "Did you want to help me search for your friends?" He asks it. He may not really care for the case he's been given but that was no reason to be rude to the dralite. And loathe as he does to admit it-they are quite cute.



{ Around the Campfire

He has stories aplenty to tell anyone willing to listen about the life of a detective. If not there are a stories he could tell about a certain, annoying magician. Not that he want to talk about that-he does and his blood pressure might go up a bit. He takes a drink of something that he's certain must have alcohol in it. If anyone wants to hear stories about the insipid Kaitou Kid then he's going to need a lot more scotch.

Campfire

[stealsyourheart]

Akako is totally a witch, and Kaito has the traumatic memories to prove it.

"Are you drinking?" Comes a familiar, and possibly unwelcome voice. "Is that actually alcohol? Oh my God, Hakuba's been replaced by a pod-person!"

[luckygamble]

I. What to do
Yumeko had contented herself to watch someone else use the coach as a climbing course. She stood against the back - or maybe it was the front? - wall and watched them with a small smile. Physical activity was definitely not her thing by any means, but the person currently doing their own thing in the coach seemed to be having fun and it was rubbing off a little bit on to her.

II. Dralite - Team 2
Well this was something of a pickle. Yumeko doubted that the poachers would simply give up the baby dralite, and sneaking around seemed to be a little bit of a challenge based on what the conservationists told them about the screeching the dralite could do. They were busy discussing what could be done when Yumeko put her hands in her pockets and remembered the deck of cards in her pocket. Her face came alive with the biggest grin and she polite cut in to the conversation.

"Do any of you like to gamble?"

III. The Campfire
Yumeko was a polite eater and, it seemed, someone who did not eat very much. She was engrossed in everyone else's stories and eventually switched to a warm cup of cider after eating. She found herself suddenly a little surprised that everyone was looking at her expectantly and she blushed with a smile.

"Well, I'm from Hyakkaou Private Academy - the students there love to gamble. That's where the idea to distract the poachers came from..."

She explains the school has a social hierarchy based upon how good of a gambler you are, but then falls quiet to let anyone ask questions or let the conversation move on accordingly.

What to do?

[babysage]

"And hop and hop and hop and oh no!"

Whatever game Kotaro was playing with himself seemed very convoluted but it seemed to involve an undisclosed path around the carriage without touching the floor.

Chairs were good for that until you got to the end. Then it was time to use the wall.

Which he did, hopping up onto the wall and walking across it. Oops avoid the person, that means going higher.

"Do you want to play?"

III

[pleple]

Ple Two's instinctive first question would be 'what the hell?' but that doesn't seem very productive. That seems like a horribly inefficient way to operate a school.

"Does anyone actually learn anything there?" seems like the next best way of getting that across.

[cannibalartist]

[Still piecing it together but here's a list of image references for him. He's got lots of tattoos n stuff that anyone could ask about, or the fact that his sclera are black.]

I. What to do
The worst part about being on this train is that you can only draw the same people so many times before they notice and that's when the magic is ruined. Or maybe - and this was more likely it - Uta just wasn't feeling very inspired on this train right at this moment. Graphite tipped fingers tapped away on Uta's phone as he played a rhythm game on his phone. The music seemed to be kept down particularly low, but that was perhaps the only odd thing about it.

Watching him one will notice that he's focused on the game, but his heart isn't in it. At this point he'd welcome any distraction.

II. Dralite - Team 3
Really he should have insisted harder on being with team 1 considering his heightened senses, but sticking around to play with these balls of wings seemed a bit amusing and a nice change of pace. So far he'd collected one little dralite on his shoulders and one seemed to be quite content to cling to his leg. He was currently trying to carefully remove a dralite from his head, but it had decided to cling to some of his jewelry so it was proving to be a slow process.

III. The Campfire
Uta was avoiding all of the food and had settled on the biggest cup he could find filled with black coffee. He was listening to everyone attentively, but he seemed in no hurry at all to talk. In fact, in every lull of the conversation he would seem to physically lean back and try to make himself less likely to be picked for the next story telling time. So far it seems to have worked, but perhaps someone else may be concerned at his lack of eating or wish to hear about what world he came from.

III. Campfire - sorry about her royal blueness, here.

[blueberryprincess]

Evie'd noticed. She wasn't going to push him to talk or socialize if he didn't want to. There were plenty of people in both Auradon and on the Isle of the lost. Like Smee's boys. They weren't big on talking to anyone, even if they were some of the sweetest kids she knew. Lady Tremaine wasn't the best with idle chatter, either. So Evie understood.

It was the not eating that had her concerned. She heads over to Uta, keeping a slight distance, her most charming smile on her face.

"You aren't one of the people on board with a long list of food-related allergies, are you?"

Eddie Brock | mcu/Venom

[familiarnightmares]

1. Dralite Patrol
[ Eddie is quick to volunteer to find the missing chicks. It's something he figures is doable for them, plus it's actually productive, which is generally the key for keeping Venom content enough to behave. So they go on the hunt, Venom taking the lead as they prowl through the woods, and if they end up eating a poacher in the process....well Eddie's not going to say too much about it. Poachers are definitely Bad People.

Each chick they retrieve clings curiously to their slimy surface, tiny claws keeping easy purchase, and if Venom purrs at them to keep them calm, Eddie's absolutely not about to point it out.

Eventually they return to the camp, half a dozen chicks in tow, the symbiote eventually snapping at them to try to get them to let go even if he doesnt sound particularly upset. ]

YOU CANNOT CONTINUE TO HANG THERE, LEATHERWING. IT IS NOT VERY BRAVE OR BADASS. STOP CLIMBING, BATTHING, YOU ARE NOT A HAT OR SCARF.

NO, YOU CANNOT SCREAM LIKE THAT OR I WILL EAT YOU. YOU ARE FINE, BATLINA.

2. Pass the smores
[Fire isnt exactly Venom's thing, but they endure it, a dralite clinging happily to Eddie's back and chirping contentedly every now and then. They can't seem to dislodge it, not that Eddie tries all that hard. He eyes the chunks of meat they've retrieved for their meal skeptically, but cooking it isnt feasible right now so raw it is, he guesses. He pops a piece in his mouth and chews as quick as he can, not that it helps, and passes a few smaller pieces up past his shoulder periodically, mostly just listening to the stories around him. ]

1:

[hibana_incursa]

I am not ever...ever...in the history of anything ever...going to get used to you eating people.

[ If Gwen looks a little green when she says this, it's because that's just so gross, Venom. Why are you like this? No, don't tell her. She doesn't want to know.

She has her own Dralite in her arms, the thing actually sleeping against Gwen's chest. When she hears Venom actually use various names for the chicks? Her eyebrow raises in disbelief. ]

Don't name them. That's how you become emotionally attached to them, V.

[ That was cute. That was too cute. That was the weirdest most cute thing she's ever seen.

She still kinda wants to vomit because of the poachers, but still. Aww. ]

Will Stanton | The Dark is Rising

[lightbranded]

[What to Do]
Will would have preferred to have a book, really. But in a pinch, a journal and a place to think wasn't entirely a terrible thing.

He finds a spot in the corner and busies himself flipping through the journal as he listens to the noise coming from the people using the car as a climbing course. Will smiles slightly as he listens to the commotion. He'd always liked sitting just close enough to things like this to feel like he was surrounded by people.

[Dralite: Team Three]
Will stares up the dralite that that had taken shelter on his head with mild bemusement. "Okay up there, are you?"

Team three

[babysage]

"It wants to be your scarf! I think it likes you!"

Kotaro was also on dralite sitting duty. It was an important job keeping all these chicks in li e. He has one balanced in his head.

"This one wants to be a hat."

Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom

[schrodingersghost]

[Dralite: Team 2]
Danny was hiding just outside of the poacher's camp, ducked under some bushes that gave just enough of a shadow to hide the white hair of his ghost self. He couldn't really do anything about his faint glow.

"Right. Sneaking in it is," he mutters to himself. "Get in, get the chicks, and hopefully get out before I find out what kind of local ghost hunters this place has."

[Around the Campfire]
Danny settles in for an entertaining night as he passes his plate down to the dralites who'd been giving him mournful looks all meal.

He quietly snickers through the first ghost story. Did people actually believe these things?

[babysage]

As the story rose to its scariest part the little boy nearby jumped, bringing his hand to his mouth.

"But where did the ghost zombies go after that? They don't live in the woods right?"

He's prepared to fight of course but his big brother isn't here and it makes scary things all the more scary. Not that he's really afraid. Afraid is for scardy cats. But don't mind him as he shuffles a little closer Danny.

Joscelin Fitzthomas | OC, CRAU (The Far Shore)

[dredefulchilde]

Dralite, Team Three

There is a small figure covered in baby dralites, practically from head to toe. The language coming out from underneath this feathery pile does not bear repeating: this is a ten year old with the vocabulary of a stuffy, Victorian sailor.

“Get off me, you—fuck! Ow!”

The potential for violence is growing.

Campfire

Joscelin gingerly probes several deep scratches on his forehead, wincing when his fingers find one that is still bleeding. They’ll likely heal quite quickly—benefit of being an unholy monster—but he’s feeling very put out by the whole adventure and not particularly keen to join in on the kumbayas in front of the campfire. The baby dralite that inflicted the damage is still perched on his shoulder, comically huge when compared to his tiny frame, adding insult to injury.

Joss won’t admit it to just anyone, but he’s terribly homesick. He needs his Goddess so much it hurts.

“I hate this and I hate you,” he tells the feathery demon thing, dully.

Team three

[myblueskies]

"Joss! They are only babies you shouldn't swear in front of them."

Romeo is also covered in dralite but unlike Joss he seems very happy to be here looking after the strange creatures. He laughs as one moves, tickling his neck.

He was glad to be able to help out by looking after some of the chicks whilst people were looking for the bad news poachers. He hopes they manage to rescue the ones that were kidnapped!

Harry Potter | Book 5

[troublefindsme]

{ What to do, what to do? }

Honestly, this isn't the weirdest things Harry's ever dealt with in his life. It's not even that bad-or it wouldn't be but he's definitely late to Potions by this time and he really doesn't want to face Snape. He's already in so much trouble for messing up his Occulemcey lessons.

All that aside though, apparently people on the train have started up an odd game-pretending that the floor is lava. Well, why not? It's something to do to pass the time. He perches himself up on a bench and glances around the nearest thing he can move to-probably another bench.




{ Escorting Dralite - Team 3 }

Well, caring for these little guys is certainly preferable to taking care of blast-ended skrewts. He's got on on his head, two on his arm and another that's clinging to his mid-section.

"Ouch-watch the claws!" He tells one that just looks at him and blinks in confusion. "It's fine. just... careful... where'd the other three go?" He glances around for a sign of the other dralite he's supposed to be watching.

the floor is lava, you say?

[hibana_incursa]

Spider-Kids are the best at this game. Unless someone says no using powers. But! No one called it this round. While Harry is crawling from bench to bench, the blonde girl in purple is looking from spot to spot, making a decision. Does she want to play it like everyone else?

The answer is no. The answer should surprise no one.

So there's a faint 'thwip' of her webshooter, a line of spider-thread going from her wrist to the ceiling and Gwen pulls herself up it pretty quickly.

This counts, right? Of course it does. She's going to make herself a swing up there and just...hang out. As one does.

Haha she wins.

Hope Estheim || Final Fantasy XIII-2

[heavensphoenix]

Team Three - Hope had helped the chicks and was currently being clung to by at least two. He was used to being a part of a team and had worked well with the others, but now it was seeming that he was a perch, since one had started to climb up into his white hair.

"Hey..I'm really not your nesting place.." And he's trying to not have the creature screech as he's fussing with it. He'd already had the other wrap its wings around his green eyes which had stopped him from almost running into a tree.

Send help.

Around the campfire Hope is sitting there, trying to get the dralites to calm down and not move around so much. They're having fun hooking into the loops on the arms of his jacket and decided to just sit. He's got a plate of food which fortunately his newfound friends don't seem interested in, but he's found some things that they like.

"Hey..don't steal from the other guy..you have to learn to share."

[babysage]

"Do you need help?" A boy swings out of a tree, legs hooked on the branch as he hung upside down. He also has a dralite chick clinging to him though they seem to have come to some agreement about letting Kotaro see.

He reached over to help unwrap some of the wings. "They like you a lot!"

Mal | Descendants/Isle Of The Lost Spoilers for book 3/movie 2 (Probably not apping.)

[mal_contented]

What a to do to die to day

Bored? Mal? Please. Someone might have been stalking one of the coaches until she was utterly alone. She hadn't been there long, just long enough to know that this place? Could use a little flavor. So as soon as she had a coach to herself, out came the spray paint cans - You REALLY do not want to know where she got those - And she set about having some fun decking the place out in black, purple, and green.

She might be singing as she works. Might even be singing loud enough to be heard in the other coaches. And maybe enough for someone to join in?

Re: Mal | Descendants/Isle Of The Lost Spoilers for book 3/movie 2 (Probably not apping.)

[blueberryprincess]

"You missed a spot," Evie teases from the doorway, in her teams colors of purple polo shirts and matching pants. She's decidedly not a fan of the color on her? But she also rocks it so, points for Evie.

"You also might get that spray can taken away? But I appreciate what you're doing." Even if she has become quite the Auradon Girl, Evie's missed her friends graffiti.

"I wonder if on the next stop we make, whenever that may be, we might get a car for sewing and painting and all?"

Miles Morales ( Into the Spider-verse )

[shouldertouching]

[ A. What to do ]

Miles has done a lot of exploring since he'd ended up on the train. He feels restless even after that and well he half wants to just get off the train but he knows that's definitely not a good idea. Is it not possible to get home and is this some weird train to the afterlife or...well, the ideas of what it could be and what he's missing back in his universe are limitless.

He likes to shut out the thoughts now and then and settles down in a seat with the journal he'd been provided. Instead of using it to write something he draws. It's not the usual bright colors because he doesn't have those but it's still relaxing all the same.

[ B. Team Two ]

It hadn't been that hard to locate the chicks that needed rescuing. Miles doesn't know if it actually really matters saving them but it seems like something he can fix or at least help fix and so he's all in.

Once he gets there, though, there's a decision that he's stuck between... barging in or using stealth to get in and out quietly. Would that really make much of a difference at all?

There's a quiet frustrated sound as he rubs one of his hands over his head clearly torn between his options here.

[ C. Around the Campfire ]

Miles is happy to join the celebration and the BBQ smelled delicious so he'd taken plenty of food. He finds a place to sit where he can keep an eye on people but he can also slip copious amounts of the food to the dralites. He's actually sort of taken a real liking to those things.

[ D. Wildcard ]

[ Feel free to hit me up with anything else! ]

C:

[hibana_incursa]

"Oh, my God. First Venom names all his dralites, and then Peter names his. Now you're feeding them. We're never going to be rid of them, Miles," Gwen says, tone serious, but the half-smile on her face teasing.

She sits down with Miles, leaning her back on a log and stretching a leg out, the other tucked under herself.

"Seriously, that train has no room for pets."

Sam Winchester l Supernatural

[notarambler]

A. What to do

Sam decides the best thing to do is to read. He's pulled a rather large tome from somewhere and found a way to make the couch comfortable for his tall frame. He also has his journal open and takes a moment or two away from his book to make notes or draw. His journal is already full of notes and drawing. He's humming a bit of classic rock as he works and he seems completely into his task.

B. Team 3

Sam knows he stands out. Normally he'd make an effort to hunch or blend in. But on this train he doesn't really care. He also doesn't care that several Dralite are clinging to him. He's tall and has a lot of space for the chicks to hang out. And honestly after having angels, ghosts, demons and various other things taking him for a ride doesn't really bug him. He just keeps working or whatever while one chick rides on his back and another sits on his shoulder gently flicking him with it's wings.

C. Party Time

Sam is starving. He feels like he's never getting enough to eat. He piles his plate high with food and finds a quiet place around the campfire to dig in. He feels huge as he eat, a giant with long hair and part of him misses Dean and Cas. They never made him feel as weird as he does without them. He focuses on his food and hopes no one notices he might be giving off "I feel uncomfortable" vibes.

C

[notthatblonde]

Felicity is a foodie, that much she will not argue with. She will eat literally anything, except bugs, she hates bugs. So, if Sam were to glance to his left as he sat down, he might notice a blonde sitting Indian Style on the ground, stuffing her face with everything that the buffet has to offer. She is humming happily as she samples a bit of everything.

It isn't that Felicity is particularly comfortable, but she reasons that she has been in far worse situations than sitting around a campfire eating, so as long as the food wasn't poisoned and she really hoped it wasn't, she had a when in Rome outlook.

Kuroba Kaito | Detective Conan/Magic Kaito

[stealsyourheart]

THE FLOOR IS LAVA

When one puts an easily bored magician on a train with nothing else to do, one must expect some... eccentricities.

Such as this. One Kuroba Kaito, Japanese high school student, currently clinging, apparently by his fingernails, to the top of the door jamb as he appears to be trying to reach the nearest armrest without touching the floor.

Team Two
He is good at ... retrieving things, but admittedly, normally he's retrieving...shiny inanimate objects. That don't belong to him. Cough.

Live animals are... different.

The skillset is apparently still useful, though.

Abruptly, one cage bursts into clouds of bright pink smoke. Shortly thereafter, Kaito reappears with a bunch of dralite chicks hanging onto him.

"Ow. Ow. Watch where you put that claw!" He is reprimanding them, before looking up. "Give a guy a hand?"

[hashtagparkerluck]

"Pretty impressive." Peter has to admit. He's not going all out and cheating just yet, he thought he might see everyone else's skills. This one though-this is just enough to make Peter feel just a little competitive.

He jumps up and sticks his hands to the ceiling before pulling his legs up and just... hanging there.

"-But I'm the regional 'Floor is lava' champ." Mostly because of the fact he sticks to surfaces like a spider.

Amu Hinamori | Spoilers for Shugo Chara (If unsure if they could see the charas, please ask.)

[amu_chan]

Wildcard

Amu was still very much NOT used to this, thank you very much and would like to go home now. The 12 year old girl with the pink hair had tried to make a small corner of privacy for herself, tacking up a bedsheet around one of the sleeper areas. Not that it helped much. She wanted her own room and her own bed and the sound of her sister singing downstairs and her parents being... well... themselves. She was so nervous around everyone that she had fallen back into her usual Cool And Spicy facade. An irritated bland look, cold short words, and a seeming disinterested in everyone and everything. But that wasn't who she was, or rather, not who she wanted to be.

"So change from a girl who..." the small voice could be heard only by those with a strong connection to magic or souls, who had a chara themselves, or who was under the age of 4. That voice was cut off suddenly.

"No." That voice could be heard by anyone passing by, since it was Amu herself speaking. "No, Ran. Just no." Her voice sounded desperate, even though it was quiet. "Things are already weird enough without that. Just... just leave me alone..., please..." that last qhas whispered in the voice of a child clearly trying not to cry.


What to do
Amu was sitting in a seat by a window, watching the scenery going by, looking beyond bored. Really she was watching the reflections in the window. Only those who could see the charas, as she could, would see the small figures. For those who could - those under the age of 4, those who had a strong connection to magic or souls, those with Shugo Chara of their own, or the odd random adults from her world that could somehow see them despite that making no sense...? - they would see three small figures that looked a little like dolls of children with slightly oversized heads. The three doll like kids were in brightly coloured clothes. there was a pink one with a heart, a blue one with a spade, and a green one with a clover. The diamond girl was asleep in her egg in a pouch on Amu's hip. Amu pretended to not be paying attention as the three floated over the seats, playing the floor is lava. And she pretended not to be paying attention as they started bickering if Miki's - the blue one's - jump to the light fixture using the spiral edge of her notepad as a hook to swing her was fair or not. Something in her eye twitched as the green one started saying that flooding the car with cookie dough would keep them all from landing. When the pink one opened her mouth, Amu lost it and spun to face the three charas hanging to the tops of seats and light fixtures. "THE THREE OF YOU CAN FLY, SO JUST CUT IT OUT!"

And then she realized she had screamed that in front of everyone. And that probably no one else could see them. Her face went as pink as her hair and she scrambled out of her seat, trying to flee.

what to do (assuming madoka can see them since her magic potential is like.. off the charts)

[happyends]

Honestly, Madoka has gotten used to seeing a lot of strange things lately. Both back home and in this train. So seeing three small.. creatures? Children? Girls? Well, whatever they were, seeing them floating over the seats really doesn't seem all that weird anymore in the grand scheme in of things. She does glance at them as she passes through the car, but doesn't say anything about them or even plans on stopping...

... until the girl suddenly screams. Which, in turn, makes Madoka let out a startled yelp as well. She quickly turns towards the sound of the noise, and when she notices Amu scrambling like that to get up, Madoka looks a little panicked as well before saying-- "A.. Are you okay?!"

Harry Hook | the Descendants 3 | ota

[bighookenergy]

Things You See On a Train
[ Trains aren't necessarily a foreign thing to Harry; sure, the Isle isn't great, doesn't have the latest or greatest in much of anything, but trains are still a thing. So when he pops in on the train it's more a matter of "what the hell am I doing on this train" rather than "what the hell am I on".

However, the train itself really only provides a certain amount of entertainment. So once he's got the layout (it's a train, it's not complicated), he can't help himself; he starts harassing the other occupants, monkey-climbing around the seats and cabins like he's on a pirate ship rather than a space locomotive, stealing food from plates and items from pockets, and generally making a complete and utter nuisance of himself. ]

You've got fresh fruit here too! Lovely, don't mind if I do.


Help is For the Birds
[ ...okay, so he absolutely had to be strong-armed into it, but Harry is currently in the midst of a "Rescue Mission" to save the weird bat-things. He's not particularly mad about it, but that's only because it means there are people to fight and swords to swing and general mayhem to spread, and so it is that he's interrupted in the midst of the melee, one dralite chick clinging desperately to his shoulder like the weirdest, leatheriest parrot ever while he cuts through the poachers like an absolute maniac. ]

And I thought this trip wasn't going to be any fun! Clearly I was mistaken.


Fight for your Right to Party
[ After it's all said and done, there's an actual celebration, which is...extremely weird, but Harry's not about to say no to free food. So he doesn't; instead he helps himself to a heaping plate of meat and miscellaneous other foods that actually smell good for once, and then settles himself on a log to devour the lot of it like he fully expects someone to try to steal it from him. ]

Help is for the birds:

[hibana_incursa]

[ Gwen was not one of the people to strong arm Harry into doing anything. Mostly because it was weird that she looked like someone he knew. Someone he didn’t seem to be a fan of, either. Or was at least undecided. But he was on her rescue team and that made life interesting. Especially since he seemed intent to cause a lot of harm and Gwen? She was just having fun stringing people up with webbing by their ankles.

The fun thing about Gwens webshooters is the webbing cane out in different varieties. There were hard globs of webbing that she used to knock one poacher out. There was the ribbon webbing that she used to wrap one guy up to another and then soon after say quite sarcastically “aww, they’re cuddling!” And then there were the thin ropes of webbing that she attached to one particularly large guys hands as he made a grab at her from behind. This she evades without looking, spider sense sending a warning to jump out of the way onto a tree branch before rapidly dropping behind the guy, kicking the back of his knees to make him drop and then giving the web ropes a hell of a pull. This makes the guy punch himself in the head and he wobbled a bit before falling. ]

Is that the last of these guys? Kinda hoping not. But I’m also hoping yeah. I have a date.

Arataka Reigen | Mob Psycho 100

[internetsexsymbol]

1. [Escorting Dralite: Team 2]

Alright then, this was more or less another job like he might do back at home. This would be easy, Reigen told himself. Sure, poachers weren't something he'd ever dealt with, living in the city most of his life, but they were still human (he assumed), and humans were easily distracted. Someone else on the team might be better suited for slipping in through the back and stealing back the little bat babies, but Arataka Reigen was not that someone. Being as distracting as possible was more up his alley.

Trusting that the team would take advantage of his plan, he went straight to the front of the poacher hideout as if he owned the place, giving a seemingly knowing nod to the first person who approaches. Now to test just how hard he could bluff his way through this.

"Well, this is the exchange point for the operation, right? Where are the goods?"

--

2.[Around the Campfire]

Nothing like freshly cooked meat after a job well done! Reigen was satisfied that the day was saved with his (and everyone else who had to go along with his absolutely-not-completely-improvised plan) efforts, and sunk his teeth into the barbecue like a hungry animal with its first meal of the season.

"Mmph...what kind of meat is this even? Different kinds will lose their flavor if you cook it too long, you know..."

So now he was an expert on barbecue cuisine as well. Sure thing, Reigen.

--

((this is my first time using a test drive meme so lemme know if I'm doing it right or not!))

Re: Arataka Reigen | Mob Psycho 100

[sell_tickets]

1. So was this what Sadi had been like when he was young, before he had the polish, or was Khary just spoiled? Either way, he could make good use of the distraction, slipping around while all the eyes focused on the other male. He had never tried vanishing something alice, and wasn't sure what would happen of he did, so instead he called in a large hand truck that he totally took from the train, along with bedding that was from the same. He used the bedding to make a nest inside the truck, and put an aural shield around himself and the cart and whatever might come in it, to help keep them from being noticed. He then sent a psychic tendril of greeting to each critter as he got close. *I serve the Lady, I am here to help.* He didn't know if they were Kindred or not, or if they knew Jaenelle, but it didn't hurt to try. **** how he wished Ladvarian were there, though. Nothing like a Sceltie to herd reluctant animals to safety...

(looks right to me! :D)

Lord Khardeen | Black Jewels | Spoiler for Shalador's Lady | PB is still WIP | CW: all

[sell_tickets]

What to do
One thing Lord Khardeen rarely was, was bored. The look in his blue eyes usually twinkled with mischief or private amusement. Even when he was pushed too far and was one step away from the killing edge, he generally looked amused. Today was no different. He was settled happily into his seat on the isle, being a general trip hazard for those messing around on the train, watching their antics. If his car was absent people messing around, he would simply find another. It really didn't take much to amuse him, and being so far from his wife and child and court, he intended to come home with stories to share to make up for his absence, and maybe after this, a few new games as well.

Just how badly would Sadi kill him for teaching the coven this floor is lava game? It was interesting, and a new one by him for sure. Of course back home, there were enough black widows to add some spice to the game. Knowing Jaenelle the floor would actually look and seem hot, until one landed in ot and was out, then it would probably be like one of her healing brews, potent but comforting. Just so long as no one let Karla weave the illusion, they should all be safe. Right? Probably.

Except for Sadi and Yasi wanting to skin him alive for introducing the girls to the new game. At least Marian wouldn't want to kill him, her son had wings.

________


Around The Campfire
This... felt familiar in good and bad ways. Oh, he'd spent lots of time out with the land. Loving his wife and the Coven as he did, of course he spent lots of time camping. All the Boyos did. B ut for him part of sitting around a campfire with tired people would always bring him back to Sceval. To that massacre. To the forced light conversation they fought for to take the edge off the girls so they could get some rest between healings. To that moment when Witch sung the dead back to the Land. He kept the amused look on his face, and the easy air, but he acknowledged his own pain, within. And sharply missed the girls. Missed having someone female and safe and trusted to lean against for a bit, that dark female strength. The subtle hand on his leash. ****s fire he missed it. But he was on his own and would make do.

So when they asked for stories, he thought of a few, but when they said if no one had real stories to share what about ghost stories, he blinked, then grinned a grin that sent most people back home running for the hills. Well, most people who weren't in the Dark Court, anyway. "What about when ghost stories are real life tale telling for some of us?" Ah, but which story to share, that was the question....

Aoko Nakamori | Magic Kaito

[hateskid]

{ What to do, what to do... }

She might not be nearly as athletic as her annoying best friend is but she's got some skill with moving from place to place. She leaps across to the next bench and nearly slips but regains her footing.

"This isn't so hard. Aoko's got this!" She says confidently, standing up on the chair and looking around for the next place to leap to.


{ Escorting Dralite. }

Aoko wasn't too sure about them at first, but she's been left to look after these little rascals and after playing with them for about three minutes, her heart has completely melted.

They're all like little babies and she loves each and every one of them. Even if they are a bit of a handful.

"Ah! You can't go that way! It's not safe!" She gets up from where she was sitting with the other and dashes off to grab the one trying to escape. "Let's all play a game okay, that'll keep your minds off things!"


{ By campfire. }

Even in her hoodie and not wearing a skirt for one of the rare times in her life, Aoko's cold and curled up by the fire. One of the Dralite she was looking after is curled in her lap as she cuddles it for warmth.

"Where's an extra blanket? Aoko's so cold..." She holds it a little closer. "Stupid mountains. Why can't there be a hot Spring?"

What to do~

[stealsyourheart]

The next place has Kaito, doing a handstand on the armrest of the chair, because he's obnoxious like that.

"You're in my way Ahoko~"

Charlie McGee - Firestarter - Only one prompt sorry!

[thefirething]

[Campfire]

She'd done the mission. She'd babysat the weird bat creatures. She'd stopped the poachers. They were all very good things and Charlie was feeling a little bit proud of herself. There'd been careful use of her abilities. A distraction fire at the poacher camp here, a Push of intimidation there and some telekinesis to throw poachers aside when the situation called for it.

But, there was a bad thing, too. There were too many people on her mission team and Charlie was feeling overwhelmed and sapped at the same time. Oh, sure, she'd spent the last couple weeks around these people, but that didn't mean she talked to anyone very much. She was the queen of short sentences and cold brush-offs because getting close to anyone meant shortening their life-span significantly and Charlie had enough death on her shoulders. She didn't want any more.

Now it was the end of their final day on this planet and there was a party. Everyone was sitting around the campfire, talking and chatting and laughing and Charlie was wedged up a tree on the thickest branch she could find. She had a book she was reading, occasionally glancing at the revelry going on with what looks for just a moment like a look of longing. But that look twists and hardens and vanishes and Charlie continues reading.

After a moment, she speaks, eyes still roaming over the words in front of her.

"I can feel you watching me, you know. I'm not stupid." This comes out as clipped and harsh and impatient. It's also the most she's said to anyone by at least six words.

Her eyes shift to whoever it is that's watching her, narrowed some in paranoid suspicion.

"Can I help you?"

Richie Tozier | IT: chapter 2 (so spoilers ahoy)

[beep_beep]

Da Traaaaain
[ Trains, in and of themselves, are nothing special. He's been on them once or twice, perfectly average in every way, except this train was a little different.

Okay, very different, considering the explanation. Super unsettling and weird, and after finding himself caught staring out the window long enough he starts to feel more than a little nauseous, he makes a point not to look anymore. Too much like the Deadlights and THAT'S something he could do without ever again.

Although he's also not entirely convinced the damn clown isn't involved even if they supposedly killed it. They thought they killed it once, maybe it's only another temporary thing this time too and isn't that a shitty thought. They already lost two of them, who'll be left if they have to do it again?

Deep breath. Panicking doesn't help anything, and he doesn't have the rest of the Losers Club to lean on here. So he takes to wandering the train instead, and okay, so he looks a hell of a lot like a shabby mess, but it's also not that inaccurate either. Rudderless, exhausted, grieving, and just...drained. But he'll muster a halfhearted smile for whoever looks his way before dropping heavily into a seat after buying himself something to drink, dozing off now and then in spite of himself. ]

Rescue Mission
[ Richie sticks to the camp and the weird critters. They're bizarre but at least more like a leathery puppy than anything else and okay, so he's half convinced they're going to grow bigger teeth and start taunting him, complete with enough extra nightmare fuel to keep him up for another month, but so far so good. They just screech and climb and flap and chirp and that he can live with once he stops jumping.

Currently, he's got one perched on his shoulder, trying to climb onto his head to better investigate whatever's on his other side. ]

Seriously? You take a dump on my head you're going to be shoes. There's nothing over there you haven't already seen.


Campfire Stories
[ Ghost stories and big adventures aren't really Richie's thing anymore. He keeps his distance from where they're swapping them, more interested in the barbecue and the lighter fare. Offering his own dumb joke stories when there's an opening and he feels up to it but also entirely content to eat and feed the chick that's decided to keep residence on his shoulder. ]

Seriously, you try to be a blindfold one more time you're not getting dinner. This isn't Fifty Shades.

Campfire Stories

[thefirething]

[ Charlie has left her tree. Everyone should be surprised. She doesn't socialize much and when she does, she's just a hair away from unpleasant. But, surprisingly to herself, Richie Tozier just turned her bullshit around on her and actually made it funny. That was how someone makes a difference to Charlie. By tolerating none of her crap.

She could appreciate that fact.

Anyway, she's left her tree and gotten herself more food (the girl is skinnier than she should be so her getting more food is a good thing) and she's made her way over to Richie, sitting near him on her own log around the fire. ]

What's Fifty Shades?