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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.
Richie Tozier | IT: chapter 2 (so spoilers ahoy)
[ 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
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?
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[ The bat-thing chirps in his ear in protest, so with a long-suffering look he pulls a piece of meat off his plate and offers it to the thing. ]
You're off-key, buddy. Don't try out for Broadway, you'd only be let down.
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[ Oh, if she only knew. Several years from her point in time, she will find herself reading one of these books in a library, giving people no reason to kick her out. And then the book will be thrown into the garbage chute at said library, giving people a reason to kick her out.
Her own bat-creature-thing, smaller than the others and prone to cuddling, hears the chirp from it's family member and hisses at it, getting an almost-smile from Charlie. ]
See, even she thinks your singing is bad.
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[ His dralite works down the meat and chirps quieter, settling down next to his neck. He should probably tell it to knock it off but he doesn't actually hate it that much. ]
Right? Pavarotti he is not.
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[ YOUR TIMELINE IS WEIRD, RICHIE. ]
Not even close. He's like...drunk crackhead at four AM good, but just barely.
[ She's met a few of those, okay. It happens when one is a homeless orphan runaway. ]
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Congratulations. You’re the first person on this stupid train to get Charlie to actually smile. For a moment, she looks less like the guarded teenager and more like a teenager whose life had t been a stupid shit show. ]
There’s no call on the voidtrain for a crackhead band. He’s gonna have to stay here with the rest of his friends.
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[ Such deadpan sarcasm right here. Even when the bat thing nips at his ear in protest and screeches for more meat.]
OW. Little shit. Didn't your mother teach you screaming in people's ears isn't helpful unless you're in a metal band?