voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 014

Welcome to the Test Drive Meme! Here is the place to see how your character might fit the setting, grab samples and have fun!

1. Post with your character, including their name and series in the subject. We’ve written out some prompts but feel free to make up your own, you have a whole train to play with!

2. Assume they've been around long enough for threads to jump right into the action.

3. Have lots of fun. Mandatory, mod-sanctioned fun.

Happy testing!

Making Music

The latest addition to the train is the Music Carriage, a double-decker space with reasonable acoustics and more tambourines than you can shake a drumstick at.

Upstairs, a small stage in the middle holds a piano, and seating aisles on either side run back to the ends of the carriage and the stairs back down. Curtains and basic stage lighting give some control over the performance space, or act as tools to annoy your fellow 'treckers.

Downstairs, boxes and racks of acoustic instruments up to the size of a guitar litter one side, along with sheet music, manuals, music stands and stools for the budding musician. The other end has several screens set into the wall, through which you can access either a jukebox or an extensive but ecclectic music library from millions of unknown worlds. Your SCA can store up to a hundred tracks for your personal enjoyment, so find your favourites. Or maybe you're the unfortunate soul who found that entire crate of recorders...

Green Fingers

The greenhouse is a surprisingly bright room, its vaulted ceiling made of a transparent, incredibly tough material that shows the light of the Void along the entire length of the room. The single metal support beams is bedecked in roses. The aisle of grass running through the centre of the carriage is riotous with strange plants and flowers, small stone paths leading off to this flowerbed or that.

Usually, this is a fairly calm place to be. Usually, someone hasn't smuggled a bag full of magical seeds back from a mission, and planted them all through the greenhouse. Seemingly overnight, the room has filled with a multitude of strange and wonderful plants. Dare you investigate?

Unplugged

The latest mission has the Voidtreckers in a strangely barren city, its citizens wearing skinsuits, wired gloves and headsets. Just like the ones the dressing car put you all in..? It makes more sense when you turn on the visor and the world comes alive around you. Welcome to Amp Online! The danger this time is in the virtual world overlaid with the physical, as a wave of animal-themed viruses sweep through the cyberscape, destroying livelihoods, and perhaps lives.

Team One

Primarily the fighting is limited to the virtual world. The locals are happy to upload basic combat software into Team One's gear, but the good stuff is locked behind paywalls. Hackable paywalls, definitely, but, luckily, the viruses seem to be dropping something called amp-cred when slain. Which... is apparently money, because the balance in the corner of your vision just ticked up. Time to grind. Wait, are those... limited edition skins?

Team Two

The technicians and sysads insist that the viruses are totally foreign to Amp Online. So... where did they come from? Team Two is tasked with deep-diving into the network, through back-end servers rendered by their gear into dungeon-like labyrinths. The 'monster' viruses are fewer here, but instead, paths are blocked by worms and barrier-like popups. You all have tracking apps and hacking software that looks oddly gamified. Go!

Team Three

Not all threats are online - after a while, a virus manages to follow a link back to the real world, and hijack something. A combat drone, a refridgerator, someone's car... Another follows, and another. Team Three are ejected from Amp Online to troubleshoot in the physical world, protecting data centers and civilian housing stacks from rogue machinery... or their own smart-homes. Ever fought a toaster? Alexa, play Ride of the Valkyries.

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Music

Zodiark's presence onboard the train is at least no longer a complete shock to MOST people; of all the things the train's picked up, a dog sized dragon frankly isn't the strangest, and the skeletal creature was rather fond of frequenting the music car, sometimes to tuck as best he could out of sight and simply listen, sometimes to try his claws at some of the instruments himself.

But today he's working on figuring out the jukebox, sitting on his hind legs, tail tucked around himself, scrawny, battered frame all but leaning on the machine of interest, tapping away one claw at a time through the options. It looks awkward, and it is. The skeletal dragon's maintaining his balance pretty well though he seems to be having trouble with getting it to acknowledge claws as a reasonable way to interface.

"Accursed device," comes the tired rumble far too deep and old sounding for such a small frame, bony tail giving a single lash. "I know there are violins recorded in here, give forth your melodies!"

Team One

When digital rare skins are involved, frankly, the appearance of a bony dragon in a visor and modified suit isn't horrifying. It has however gotten him a lot of questions about how many creds he grinded out to purchase such a rare skin. It's a little larger this time than he usually is on the train, closer to a small horse than a dog.

It pleases Zodiark a little to be ambushed by curiosity and enthusiasm instead of terror, and is more than happy to simply explain that he ... came with this particular avatar as opposed to BUYING it, please alter his combat programming so he can use his teeth and claws properly~

And then the dragon settled in to massacre viruses with an enthusiasm that might make someone think he's actually a RPG nerd and not simply delighted to be able to help people again freely!

"The fiends I understand," Zodiark says to the nearest train-based teammate, another virus demolished, leaning to poke at the loot that dropped with his nose. It promptly disappears, looted. "But what is this supposed to be?"

"Are you looking for a specific piece?" Dragons, even skeletal ones, weren't out of Alastirra's purview, so she simply gazed into the jukebox--even she had had one of those at her garrison! But many of the titles were not the same, so that was more than a bit troubling. She wanted to help, not confuse the dragon more!

"I am not sure how many are in here. Were I more of a musician, I might try to play the violin myself, but I am certain you do not want to hear me make it screech." And he wanted violin music, not singing, so that was right out--even if she was better at vocals.

"Though if you know which one, I could definitely make it play!"

Ah, someone with opposable thumbs!

Zodiark's used to dealing with various bipedal species, and some of them even have horns or antlers, but this one has hooves too, and he couldn't quite map that onto any known race in Grastaea. Not of his world, then. That's fine.

It's harder to get used to the fact that while onboard the train, he is the little one! "I do not believe they would have any music that I know," the dragon admits, dropping back to all fours and moving out of the way with a delicacy that belies his tattered form. "But yesterday evening there was something quite lovely, with violins and a reed instrument I can't place."

Maybe that's enough to get the machine to cough up what he wanted!

[Enna looks like she was about to swoop in to pick up the loot before Zodiark took it... Alas, the dragon beat her to it. Enna doesn't quite seem to mind, though.]

No idea. Boring, though. It sucks. I think I'm done with this.

Hey, what are you? You're cool-looking. Are you a snake?

[It is indeed boring, especially since he has no grasp of how digital currency works and how to spend it in a digital interface! It's just.. gone. He can't even put it in a pile and sleep on it like a stereotypical dragon.]

We are here to help the people of this place, even if it is boring.

[The dragon's reminder is gentle. This isn't meant to be fun!]

Perhaps something more ... interesting will happen if enough of these little fiends are destroyed. Kill off small ones and sooner or later the pack leader will arrive.

[But she might be bored of that too! Zodiark pauses when called a snake, thinking about this for a long, long silent moment.]

... Do snakes have wings, where you are from?

I don't get how it helps, though. If these things are causing problems, why not just take off your face thingy?

[She doesnt know what a headset is called...]

Not that I've seen. But just 'cause I've never seen one doesn't mean they don't exist. I haven't spent a lot of time around snakes.

The face thingy merely allows us to see the beasts, they are still there if we remove it. A thing does not cease to be simply because eyes can no longer see them.

[That seems reasonable to him! He sits on his haunches, watching viruses scurry out of range.]

A snake is defined by its lack of limbs. If it has legs, it is a lizard. If it has legs and wings, it is a dragon.

[Enna has to squint at Zodiark for a minute.]

You're a dragon?

[She pauses.]

Are you okay? Where are your feathers? Did you get plucked? Are you hurt?

[That draws a rumble of laughter from Zodiark, who shakes his head slightly.]

Many of my fellow dragons have feathers, and at the moment I am not hurt. Jupiter is especially fond of his plumage! But depending on the element we favor, some of us do not enjoy feathers. I am darkness, and feathers ill suit a creature that flies by night.

[He spreads his tattered wings a little.]

See how my wings are more like other flying things of the night, such as a bat.

Elements...? Darkness?

[She looks so confused.]

There used to be a bird called 'owls' that flew at night! I don't know what a bat is. But I've never seen a dragon without feathers!

... Then again, I've never seen a dragon alive at all. Caw.

Test Drive Meme 014

Making Music

Green Fingers

Unplugged

Team One

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Team Three

Zodiark - Dragalia Lost

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