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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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.

The purple was more pronounced now. He scratched at the sleeves of his jacket with an agitated huff.

"Yeah. Well. I don't need to deal with stuck-up snobs anyway."

He thinks you're an idiot, Lawrence, Juno's voice admonished in his head.

"Thankfully there do not seem to be many soon the train among the people I have met so far," he said glancing up with a smile. "So you should be fine if you are the social sort."

Beetlejuice wasn’t sure now if this guy was mocking him, or, if he was just an entirely different shade of bad at reading other people than he himself was.

And puzzled meant his hair was shifting towards orange.

So, as his hair morphed from purple to orange, the demon tilted his head, and asked point blank:

“Y’know I was talking about you, and you’re just messing with me? Or are you like the ‘clueless professor nerd’ type?”

"You were talking to me, when were you talking about me?"

Red started to creep into the orange.

“Yes.”

"Let me rephrase, when in that were you talking about were you talking about me?"

“You. Are. Stuck. Up.”

The words grated out with even more gravel and rasp than usual. The demon’s hair had almost entirely turned scarlet, as he clenched his fists, claws making indents in his palms.

"....in what way?" Odd, the Magic Knights had said much the same to him once, hadn't they? Or was that Storm memories? Now he was unsure.

Beetlejuice tilted his head again. Ever since the Maitland-Deetz crew had pulled their we all love you trick he’d been a bit self-conscious about his feeling anyway.

It didn’t help that this tiny mage was unintentionally reminding him of Juno when she’d toy with him before making him feel like a complete idiot, and then hurting him in new and creative ways.

He was a little flummoxed.

“I asked if you were telling a joke. Cause, if you were I’d have been impressed and complimented you on it. Instead, you just stared at me like I was gunk on your shoe.”

"Oh, I have discovered that using that as a reply when I am not making a joke makes people think that I am, but only if I consistently use it when I was as well."

Beetlejuice snapped his fingers. The stacks of books began flapping and flying around the carriage, like a flock of migrating birds.

The red in his hair lessened a bit as he did so.

“Thaaaaat’s better.”

"I would rather you not treat the books as playthings, I can create things for you to play with as you wish in exchange."

If he has to use Bending, he will. He'd rather not fight someone else power to power if he could avoid it, however. At his current power levels it would be unfair to the point of cruel.

Beetlejuice, on the other hand, was willing to go toe to toe with just about anyone.

It wasn’t his intent right now, however. He was making things even from his point of view. Clef hurt his feelings, so, flying books. Squaresies.

“Fella, I’m a literal demon more than twice your age. I can make my own fun.”

"Then please do so without risking the books." That said, he mentally gave the command for his books to return the the storage in the gem on his forehead. And then for good measure, used Bending to affix it in place.

“Listen, shrimp,” said the demon who barely reached five six, “I’m not sure you realize it or not, but, books aren’t sentient.”

He glowered a little. “Also, you just stole from me. Rude. I should take your stick.”

The demon's book reappeared. "I had not intended to draw that one in as well, I am still adjusting to my current levels of power. And Books do not need to be sentient to have worth and value and be worthy of protection. Neither sentience nor sapience nor even life determines what does and does not have worth."

Beetlejuice rolled his eyes, and considered eating the Handbook just to spite the guy.

“I doubt you’d know a thing of value if it tap-danced in front of you.”

"Value is much like beauty, we all have different ideas of what qualifies."

“Spoken like a square,” Beetlejuice said with a groan.

“Do you have any ketchup?”

He focused his bending and created a plastic jug of ketchup. Thank you, Storms, that he knew what it was.

Well.

A jug of ketchup goes a long way with making friends with an unbalanced demon. Where he’d initially planned on using it to make a Handbook sandwich, Beetlejuice now just unscrewed the top and started chugging.

His hair brightened back to green in the process.

Poor demon.

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Test Drive Meme 014

Making Music

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Team One

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Team Three

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Hey! Five six is plenty tall.

Demon is much smaller than he’d like, lol

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He could fix that, here

Alas, his shapeshifting is hit or miss

Poor demon.