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

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?"

[cannibalartist]

He heard her wandering over long before she spoke, though he didn't look to her until she asked the question. He smiled, looking her over. He considered commenting on her blue appearance for a second, but thought better of it - he was confident that she likely had heard jokes like that a thousand times. He liked her style though.

"Food-related allergies? No." He chuckled. "Simply not that hungry, I'm afraid - coffee is enough for me." He shifted a little so that he could look at her a little more directly. "What about you? I don't see you with a plate."

[blueberryprincess]

Oh, she's heard it all. Her best friend used to call her blueberry princess. It stuck. It became a term of endearment, even if she's sure Mal meant it as an insult.

"Good. Keeping track of what Gwen and Peter are allergic to is enough." Not that Evie minds. She and a few others have essentially taken over the kitchen on the train. There are enough creative minds there to keep things interesting and safe.

"I helped cook. I ate while I was cooking to make sure it was good. It's the mark of a good chef."

[cannibalartist]

"Aha - I did not realize I was talking to a real chef." His smile grew just a little more. "I'm sure with you around Gwen and Peter have little to worry about in the way of their allergies." He'd never know if she was actually a good cook, but from the way the people around them were digging in she and the others that helped prepare the food certainly couldn't be bad at it. The real question was if she could make a good cup of coffee to get on his good side.

He looked her over again for a moment, lingering on the blue hair for a second. Not everyone could sport that kind of hair and pull it off - and only the brave would even give it an attempt. In general, the brave tended to be artists. "I would argue being a good chef is to be an artist, and artists tend to try more than one medium." He certainly has dabbled. "Surely you have other talents as well?”