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Test Drive Meme 003

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.

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{ 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.

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!"

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.

[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.

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?"

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. ]

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."

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. ]

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."

[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?"

Edited 2019-08-13 22:44 (UTC)

[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?

Edited 2019-08-13 23:09 (UTC)

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.

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"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!

"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?"

"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."

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.

"That's not nice!" Kotaro looked up from where he was sat listening to stories. He still has some food on his plate and he holds some out to the dralite on Joss' shoulder.

"Do you not like stories? What about really scary ones? I know some really really good ones." He grins, fangs glinting in the firelight.

Joss lets his own fangs descend to their fullest extent. Two can play at this game.

“Oh, I daresay I’ve a few of my own,” he replies with a nasty grin. But this other boy intrigues him. Child vampires are very rare—that much he knows from his garbled memories.

“How long since you were turned?”

“One just clawed the hell out of my face! It deserves far worse than a few bad words.”

His face briefly emerges from the morass of feathers. It is, indeed, bleeding. Really, Romeo should be congratulating him on his restraint!

“I haven’t the time to be playing bloody nursemaid to these...things, and neither do you. We need to focus on getting back to Heaven!”

This isn’t the first time he’s gone off in this vein—or even the tenth. He’s got a one track mind these days.

Edited 2019-08-14 14:39 (UTC)

Joss rolls his eyes as the story reaches its climax. “What nonsense. That’s not even how ghosts work,” he mutters to no one in particular.

{ 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.

[ Peter is also looking a little green around the gills, his face contorted in disgust and trying not to look at the... remains. Instead he's focusing on his dralite. Nice, doesn't eat people, dralite. ]

Seriously. [ He agrees with his girlfriend with a nod, still looking a little ill. ]

Uh... I may have already named mine Norbert.

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.

Oh! Oh! He has fangs too! He's a vampire too! He's gone from going a slightly moody boy to the coolest person around this whole campfire. Kotaro's grin is no where near nasty. Other children who are also vampires are very rare and big brother won't let him play with human children in case he hurts them.

Not that his big brother is here. Also the other boy is asking him a question. Oh... "I wasn't." He looks confused for a moment. Because he's never thought about that before. It's probably because he was one of the old bloodlines. "I don't think so anyways, I was just a vampire always. How about you?"

He's bleeding? Romeo's slight big-brotherly exasperation faded and he moved over quickly to help disentangle the dralite from his friend. It means more end up on him but that's fine as long as they aren't hurting Joss anymore.

He sighs sadly. "I know Joss... But we don't know how to get back yet. We will though, we just got to keep trying and keep our spirits up. We will find a way."

He's not sure how they got so lost but it's worse for Joss who is here without miss Ayumu.

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Test Drive Meme 003

Saguru Hakuba | Detective Conan/Magic Kaito

Campfire

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

Eddie Brock | mcu/Venom

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Will Stanton | The Dark is Rising

Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom

Joscelin Fitzthomas | OC, CRAU (The Far Shore)

Team three

What to do?

Team three

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Re: Joscelin Fitzthomas | OC, CRAU (The Far Shore)

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Harry Potter | Book 5

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III

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