voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 014

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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Yes..." he said, barely glancing up before going back to the book. It is quite interesting. Does it address reincarnation at any point?"

“Nope. It’s not a thing.” Unless it happened well after souls entered the void, but, demons weren’t privy to whatever happened after.

“One life, one shot.” Green card marriages aside. And in his own defense, he’d never been alive before that.

"Interesting a very different paradigm than their world or Naut, then."

“Probably. Beats me. I just work there.”

"And you have no innate curiosity?"

“I prefer the living world. Faaaar less depressing and, as an added bonus, doesn’t smell like carbon paper.”

Beetlejuice snorted. “I grew up in the Netherworld. Trust me, it’s the worst.”

"I have yet to find a world that was not fascinating. There is something interesting to learn everywhere. You simply have to be open to it, and look around."

“It’s hell. It’s literally...hell.”

He stared for a minute. “It’s run by demons, there’s nothing to do, the food is awful...nothing good about it.”

"Good and fascinating are not synonymous, though there is often an overlap."

“....there’s nothing interesting there. I’m not sure what you’re finding fascinating...”

"Many things that seem mundane to one about the world in which they lives is unusual to one from elsewhere."

“Fella...no one lives there. Everyone is dead.” Beetlejuice rolled his eyes.

“I’ll have to get Lydia to explain it better.”

"I was using live in a less literal sense, but if you wish, resides there. Is that better?"

“Thank you. It’s actually really offensive.”

He paused. “And it’s literally dead dull.”

"My apologies then." He went back to reading the offered book.

Beetlejuice tilted his head, doglike. He didn’t understand people at the best of times, and right now he was flummoxed. And bored.

It was a bad combination.

“So, you...uh like death?”

"Not particularly. In fact, I strive to protect those I care about from meeting it prematurely." He glanced up. "but ti fail to understand the nature of a thing you seek to avoid is to risk running headlong into an unknown aspect of it. I will not shy away from learning that which can save those I have dedicated myself to saving. As for those already dead, I treat them if they are active, as I treat the living who are active. As individuals on an individual basis."

“No one makes it outta life alive,” the demon yawned. “That book won’t tell ya a thing about not dying.”

He picked a questionable berry off an even more questionable plant, popping it into his mouth.

“Just procedures and policies and how exorcisms are done.”

"No, but some of us can maintain for more time than others or less. And even if this does not aid directly, it is still fascinating to learn about."

“...why? Seriously, fella, what’s so interesting? I memorized that thing when I was a kid, so Ma wouldn’t toss me into a void—-there’s nothing really gripping. Ohhh...wait. You are a nerd. God/Satan, you’d probably get along perfectly with the Maitlands. They apparently like how books smell.”

He flopped down beside Clef, and would use the mage as a pillow if at all permitted.

“Books don’t got a smell. I think their adorable, boring little white bread ghost brains don’t work right.”

Clef didn't specifically allow it, but didn't move away either. "Books very well can have a scent. Much can be told from it about the construction of the book, as well as the age. For me, however, I much prefer reading books to smelling them."

Beetlejuice had leaned against the mage, but, didn’t put his full weight on the guy. He was, however, cold and corpsey.

But, Clef’s comment about reading books instead of smelling them threw him for a moment. The demon sprung back to his feet with surprising agility for a guy his size.

He leaned in close to inspect Clef’s face. “Wait, was that a joke? Do you gotta sense of humor?”

He met his gaze, keeping his gaze impassive, saying nothing.

He could be as much of a brat as his son, at times.

It was a little too close to the looks Juno gave him. Beetlejuice drew back slightly with a frown, the tips of his hair going purple as he did so.

He fidgeted and started pacing again. “It was just a question.”

"Yes it was," he said, pleasantly enough as he returned to his reading.

Making Music

Green Fingers

Unplugged

Team One

Team Two

Team Three

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