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voidtreckerooc2020-07-15 06:00 am
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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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Very well Iden'no-san, I won't use such formalities here. I'd get annoyed myself if someone were to start that up with me like they insist on doing back home with my family.
[Kanna flits back down and lands on Morgan's arm that had been held out, scratching her neck with a foot as she fluffs. Morgan rolls her eyes at the bird who has had her fill already. Gluttonous puff of feathers this one.]
Oh I disagree, the Baile and Sensu are equally the prettiest of them.
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[More like a lot, given Dancer was one of her first catches in Alola after she caught her morelull. Though, bias or not, it doesn't stop the chuckle at the bird's antics, but, as much as she wants to pat the bird, Eva knows better than to pet or touch another's pokemon without asking.
Nor does it stop her from thinking about a potential battle. Never mind she probably shouldn't do anything of the short until she's well and truly healed. Eh. It'll be fine. She can ask one of the healers to speed things up.]
Ah- What's your name? I haven't a chance to look at the Roster yet, so...
[There's a sheepish look as she rubs the back of her head. She has zero idea she's talking to a Sakurai. Zero.]
Eva loses her soul in 3... 2... 1...
[Kanna curiously hops closer to Eva, her body language displaying she would appreciate a cheek rub please and thank you and to give it NOW.]
You can scratch her, she's begging for it. Ah, my name? It's... Morgan.
[a delay with an inhale, using her first name's shortened nickname to ease any blows. Oh poor Eva... Try not to lose that soul.]
Sakurai.
Re: Eva loses her soul in 3... 2... 1...
[It takes a second or two for the family name to click; she doesn't even have to ask for clarification. It's just one of the names that are know across Yamatai. Eva freezes, eyes wide. Sure, she's spoken with various monarchs in her time on the train, but they weren't from her world.] Ah...
[And this is someone who as far as Eva knows right now, is married (or engaged, one of the two) to the Suzuran -the Sinnoh Empress's cousin. Though, it's not even a second later that she offers a sharp, respectful and proper bow. It's just the thing to do when meeting on of such rank, after all.] Welcome to the train.