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voidtreckerooc2019-08-13 05:49 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in voidtreckerooc2019-08-13 05:49 am
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Test Drive Meme 003
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.
Help is for the birds:
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.
Re: Help is for the birds:
Looks it, what a shame. I was just getting warmed up! Decent moves you've got there, you'd do well as one of us if you loosened up a little.
Help is for the birds
[ Gwen goes to say something else, but one of the guys that she roped up starts swearing. Starts calling her all manner of rude names and the look on Gwen's face shifts to something that's probably significantly more dangerous. This is the face she hides behind her mask, but her mask isn't even on the train, so this expression is there for the world to see. She holds up her wrist and points out the webshooter she's wearing. ]
Watch. It has a mute button.
[ And her turn to face the guy with the rude language is swift. There's a thwip and one of the ribbon webs is across his mouth, muffling anything else he might say. His buddy looks less inclined to say anything and for that, Gwen is happy. ]
What do you mean, I'd do well as one of you?
Re: Help is for the birds
Because of that. Oh that was DELIGHTFUL. Do it again! You've got a bad girl in there somewhere.
Re: Help is for the birds
[ She doesn't want to be one of the bad guys, Harry. She really doesn't. ]
C'mon. We gotta get the Dralites to the people waiting for them.
[ Some of them are in cages and Gwen will be picking one of the bigger ones up to carry down. ]
And don't go naming them. Please, do not.
Re: Help is for the birds
[ But okay, fine. He huffs in annoyance and rolls his eyes dramatically, but joins her in retrieving the dralites, making encouraging clicking noises at them in the process. ]
Why would I name them?
Re: Help is for the birds
Temporary insanity? Peter named his.
[ Walking down the path was significantly less fun than walking up it. Gwen has taken to swinging through the trees, doing flips and spins in the air and landing en pointe on tree branches. Glad to be off the train, it was feeeing and relaxing. But heading back down? Somehow, it’s just not as fun. There are bits of her web ropes hanging through the trees, drifting through the breeze. They look beat up, signs of determination showing. ]
And V did, too. Miles wanted to keep one as a pet and o had to remind him that their shriek as babies was disorienting. As adults it’s far worse. Plus? No room on the train.
Re: Help is for the birds
[ He gestures with his hook at her for emphasis, but the rest of her words only gain a dramatic eyeroll. ]
Why would you want one of these things as a pet?
Re: Help is for the birds
[ She grins at Harry, though. It's a relief finding someone on the train who doesn't think the dralites are cute. ]
But thank God you're smart.
Re: Help is for the birds