voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 001

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Test Drive Meme 001

Welcome to our first 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!

Void Trecking

The thing about being on a train hurtling through void space is there’s not much to see. Outside the window lies an endless void of kaleidoscope colours shifting and swirling. It’s probably best not to stare at it too long. Do so and you might start to imagine order in it. Shapes, places, even figures. But your eyes shift... Back to chaos. Probably best you do something else other than stare out the window. Or convince your fellow passengers that void watching leads to headaches!

Sport Balls

Were you the unlucky person to first open the cupboard? Or were you sensible and let someone else deal with the avalanche of balls first? Either way there are now many many balls for every ball game you can imagine? Play one? Make up a new one? Wonder why there is a gymnasium on a train at all?

Aubergine Adventures

In the store rooms among the general ingredients for the month there seem to be an overabundance of aubergines. Why? Who knows. Perhaps the world where they last restocked had many to give, perhaps they’ve just been overlooked and now nearing the time where the stores need restocked these are the only things left.

What can you do with an aubergine? Can you make a tasty meal for everyone on this train? Or do you cook just for yourself?

A Whole New World

New worlds aren’t all about missions, sometimes there is time to explore, take in the sights, immerse yourself in local culture.

For example this huge covered market. Filled with people from across the stars, sales pitches called out, all translated by your Safety Control Apparatus.

A woman with three extra cyber arms is trying to convince you of the newest technology. “Just plugs right into the ports in your forehead, any information you need downloaded instantly. Never be stuck for an answer again!”

Or what about this stall selling strange gelatinous cubes in every colour you could ever imagine? Get haggling, avoid being dragged into strange stalls by over zealous trades people. Or actually try and get the lay of the land for the forthcoming mission.

Mission Time

You’ve arrived on a world with purple sheep. Everything else about it seems almost like earth, if that’s where you are from. But the sheep are definitely purple and these specific ones have escaped their pen and scattered across the fields.

To make it worse there are wolves about. The farmer has asked for your help!

Team One is to fend off the wolves, the farmer has some axes lying around but your best bet is to scare them off with burning torches.

Team Two is to play sheep-dog. Round up the sheep and lead them back to safety.

Team Three is to repair the pen, or this is going to happen all over again!

Pick a team, go wild!

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[ Is it time for a bratty Gwen comment? This is how she flirts, she just doesn’t realize it. ]

I feel like for the safety of the train you should be the last person to have coffee.

[ To make up for what she said, she gracefully hops off of the crate and starts helping Peter out, picking up a Quaffle and setting it aside for him. ]

[He gestures towards Gwen with a wide grin.]

Couldn't have said it better myself. You get no coffee unless it's decaf.

[His smile fades and everything about his poster changes to dead serious.]

And no more of these energy drinks, Peter. We don't know what that's doing to your system. I don't have my lab on this train and we've never had time to study those effects on you. So until I can come up with something that will work, lay off of them. There's no reason at all for you to have extra caffeine in your blood. You are the most annoyingly energetic person I know without the drug. You're a smart kid, you know I'm right. For your safety and everyone else's, please. Treat it like mint.

Is that knowledge from personal experience? 'Cos I gotta say, you look like someone who just got off The Goliath at Six Flags after eating way too many fried Oreos.

[Buffy knew she was probably not helping matters with words, but where she lacked in comforting words she was attempting to make it up by offering Gwen a gentle hand in help to the nearest seat, if allowed. Far away from the window.

Tempted as Buffy was to look for any hints as to where they were, or where they were going, or what they were doing besides literally traveling through a void in space, she managed enough self restraint to keep from doing so. Gut instinct telling her it was a bad idea won over curiosity. And clearly it was right by the way Gwen looked.]

[ She's going to latch onto that, giving the girl a thankful smile and allowing herself to be pulled away. It takes a little bit, but she'll start feeling better soon enough. ]

Yeah, that's about how I feel. Like I ate too much and then went on a roller coaster. Not the smartest of ideas, been there and done that.

[ Pushing her hair out of her eyes, eyebrow jewelry catching the night for a moment as her hand runs over the freshly done side-shave, she closes her eyes and sighs. ]

This train is a hot mess. I hate it.

This could be a roller coaster. But no. Instead whoever beamed us up decided it has to be some stupid and lame train tracking, or is it trekking, somewhere in space.

[Buffy started, looking around momentarily for anything off, force of habit, before plopping on the seat besides Gwen once she knew the other girl was safely settled. With her knees drawn up against her chest, feet firmly planted on top of the cushion, Buffy turned to face the other girl, returning the smile and letting it linger long enough until Gwen recovered.

She'd walked through, what felt like a gazillion rooms of the same variety. Trying to talk to anyone who might know more than she did about what this train to bizarro world was, and Gwen was the first she felt comfortable with right off the bat.]

So, hot mess rider number - let's say eighty-nine because I'm pretty sure that's how many people I ran into on my way here, do you have a name? I'm Buffy.

Trekking, I think. It's a bullshit ride. Not the weirdest mess I've ever been in, but it's pretty close to taking the god damn cake.

[ She finally props her elbows on the table surface and her head in her hands, turning to look at the girl with an amused grin. Looking less green around the gills, Gwen feels okay enough to introduce herself. ]

Pleasure to meet you, Buffy. I'm Gwen Stacy.

[ 1: Kitchens.]

Just because she's not on the kitchen crew this month, doesn't mean Evie won't be in the kitchens to whip up an edible thing or two. On the last world they visited, Evie had time to design a dress for someone who owned a large grocery store. In exchange for said wedding dress, they gave the train extra supplies and at present, Evie's cooking fried chicken. There are spicy pieces, not spicy pieces. There's also mashed potatoes and gravy, roasted carrots and several pints of ice cream in varying flavors. There's a lot. Come help yourself.

Apparently, someone really liked the dress.

[ 2: The Gym. ]

Strangely enough, the device in this room didn't have information for how to play Tourney, but that made sense to the girl with the long, blue hair. It needed a much wider space. This train was too thin for them. Still, a few of the games caught her eye. Lacrosse sounded fun, football sounded borderline like Tourney, basketball sounded interesting.

She was busy reading through the list, one finger tapping information as she read, glancing over to the rack of sticks and supplies as she figured out which piece of equipment belonged to which game. This was all very fascinating to her. Very, very fascinating.

But which one to try to play first, she wonders? She's clearly curious and anyone that can help her learn something new would be much appreciated.

Oh hey, Evie, there is a guy happily playing with himself over to one side.

No, not like THAT, you perv. He's got a lacrosse stick and a ball and he's currently busy flinging the ball at the wall and trying to catch it when it bounces back. Without letting it hit him in the head. He's not terrible, but continually manages to make it look like a complete surprise to everyone who might be watching that he isn't. Even if they don't know how lacrosse works.

...at least, until the ball goes wide when it bounces and he has to tear off after it, ball narrowly missing someone.

"Sorry! Wild ball, jerk ball. Slow me. I got it."

Evie would vacate the room so fast if it was like that. Honest to God. She's a ~~Disney~~ princess. That's not for her eyes!

She's watching Stiles play, trying to figure out which game he's playing and isn't exactly keeping her eye on the ball. So when it bounces wildly, she's the one it narrowly misses. She manages to look up just in time and is quick to dodge, brown eyes wide and alarmed, but also a bit amused.

As Stiles tears off after the ball, she turns back to the information device, running her finger over what she's reading before finding it.

"That's lacrosse, right? That's what you're practicing?"

“Has something attracted you, mademoiselle?“

Don’t mind Hibiki. She’s just here, holding a tennis racket, because she had hoped to obtain some semblance of elegant court time. One must recover one’s composure somehow.

But it looks as if the gymnasium car will prove even more diverting than anticipated. She offers her most charming smile. Sparkles illuminate the air. “Fear not. The balls will surely fly to you, longing to be by your side.”

Evie looks up from where she’d been reading about a game called cricket when Hibiki speaks, shooting her her own charming grin. She’s not about to go around flaunting her title, but there’s something in the way she carries herself that possibly screams royalty.

“I’m trying to learn about the varied sports across the universes while hoping to see one from my own. Unfortunately, I think Tourney might just be too big for the gym carriage.”

There are canons involved.

Of course Orrig was drawn by the smell. It reminded him of Dotra and her home cooking--but he was used to missing her. Winter was the only season he wasn't out doing mercenary work, after all.

Though really, he still missed his wife and kids.

There certainly was an amazing spread put out by this small blue-haired girl, but Orrig wasn't about to be impolite.

"For everyone?" he asked, with hope (and not a little greed, honestly) in his tone.

Edited 2019-07-04 14:40 (UTC)

[A Whole New World]

Orrig's the type to be all business. Usually it was his task to keep his happy crew of idiots in line when on a mission--it isn't terribly different now, save for the fact that at least some of the train folk had something approaching sense. Unlike Brent or Lyra. So he could at least let them go off on their own and not worry that someone would be running to get him.

But now he was surrounded by smaller folk who kept demanding his time--or worse, his hard-earned coin, for frivolous things. Didn't they know he was on a mission?

"You move," he rumbled at the most recent shopkeep to try to get his attention. "I haff no time for dis."

[Mission Time]

There is only one team this orc could truly be on--hey, he even comes equipped with his own person-sized axe (well, if the person is small)! So he steps forward, eyes going fully black--not that they're easy to see under his bushy brows, normally--and lets out a growl that sends the weakest wolf packing, already.

"You get torch, come vith me," he says to the nearest person. "Ve send them back vith tails between legs!"

“For everyone,” Evie states with a charming grin, dropping some empty and dirty pans in the sink. They need to soak.

“Our usual menu was lacking, so I decided to help someone at our last stop with their wedding dress. They paid me back by stocking our fridges with a little more variety.”

Looking a bit proud of herself, she shrugs a shoulder. “I just wanted to make a pretty dress for someone. I wasn’t expecting anything in return.”

Aubergine Adventures

While not extraordinarily skilled at cooking, Bucciarati does know his way well enough around a kitchen. He also doesn't seem to be too bothered by the abundance of eggplants: there's a number of them that have been sliced and set aside, and his attention is focused on medium pot, while he leans against a wall, opposite the stove. From the smell of things, there's something tomatoey going on in that pot.

He also looks a touch bothered by his work, despite things seeming to be going just fine so far.

Mission Time

Bucciarati has been put with Team Three, which seems a touch out of place since he doesn't look like he has a handyman's bone in his body, but he's going fairly well at this, finding the broken pieces where applicable, and holding them together. Those of particularly strong wills will see a hovering blue and white man keeping close to him and punching the connection points. An open zipper briefly materializes before winding itself shut, restoring the broken fence post to its original state. The zippers linger for a bit after while the connection finishes, but fade within a few minutes. It's extremely unorthodox, to say the least - especially if one can't see his power, but it works!

While the shopkeeper showed no signs of being deterred - and maybe a few of being offended - Bruno stepped in at this point. "My apologies. While my friend is a bit brusque, he is correct, we do have things to be taking care of. If you'll pardon us for the time being, we'll do our best to make our way back through when our obligations are taken care of." His tone is firm, but cordial, and it does a well enough job to get the shopkeep to back off.

Once their path is clear again and they can carry on, his shoulders droop some. "Even on other worlds, pushy merchants are the same."

“Our current arrangements are overwhelmingly insufficient.” Hibiki nods. With feeling. “This train lacks a single shard of worthiness.

“But!” She gestures to the assorted equipment they do have at their disposal. “If it’s education you require, experience is the supreme teacher. I’ll offer myself as an opponent for you.”

[ void looks back ]

[ Peter isn't so keen on the space thing. Yes, they're contained, but a train in space is just such a WEIRD idea, and he's been in a different universe and met all kinds of different versions of himself. He peers through the window into the expanse, watching the not-patterns until they resolve and then don't and eventually getting bored with it. He retreats, noticing some other hapless idiot who's gotten distracted by it, and idly fires a ball of webbing somewhere above their head. ]

You keep at it your face is gonna stick that way.

[ herd mentality ]

[ They get planetside, and Peter only half listens to the instructions; it's a simple problem, he's already working out a solution. So he opts for the sheep, sorting out the odd wolf as they wander towards him with a spiderweb bet and string them up from the nearest tree. He's a bouncing mess of childish glee, spidey suit on all the way as he swings and flips his way across the field, slingshotting sheep towards safety and catching confused wolves with clever quips, or what he thinks are clever quips anyway. ]

Uh-uh, Fluffernutter, this way.

Edited (I wasn't done yettttt) 2019-07-05 23:38 (UTC)

[ It was kind of cool that the Other Spider sense didn't go off more than once. That meant, for Gwen at least, that it was going to be easy to sneak up on Peter B. Kind of. He was distracted with someone looking out into the void. Leaning her shoulder against the door-frame, she crosses her arms over her chest and smiles as she speaks. ]

You should probably get the guy some crackers. Or a bucket. It's kinda hard to tell exactly wh--

[ Oh, hey. Spider sense is tingling. And the guy in question is getting up and running out of the carriage at full tilt, Gwen only having enough space to jump up and attach herself upside down to the ceiling to let the guy past. ]

Well, then.

[ And turning to look at Peter B, she grins at him. ]

Look at you, Peter B. I didn't think I was going to see this you again.

There's almost no sound as an orange tabby cat (for all intents and purposes) leaps nimbly up and perches on the edge of the seat back next to the girl. She stares out into the shifting colours of the void for a moment, not entirely unlike the shifting nothing-ness of space in some of the more empty regions. It's just familiar enough to be even more unsettling because of how Not Right it is, and that just seems like a bad way for anyone to be spending their time.

So she lays a furry little paw on the girl's shoulder, and chirrups a strange little mew of a hello.

[ Peter doesn't typically spend a whole lot of time staring out at the void-he really doesn't. But he's also bored and sleep isn't happening tonight it would seem-if it is night-so here he is, just staring out at the void and watching the colors swirl about. The webbing hits over his head and yanks him very quickly out of his revere. ]

Whoa!

[ He jumps almost comically before spinning to see who's firing... webs? Another Spider-person? His senses seem to think so. This one has a suit a lot like the first one Mr Stark had given him. No way. ]

Uh... hi?

[ What exactly did one say in this situation anyways? ]

Who kidnaps a cat? The same person who kidnapped strange people from all different kinds of worlds it seemed. But the cat was here and the paw on her shoulder made the girl drag her eyes away from the ever shifting void.

"Hello. Do you be being hungry?"

There were few other reasons for a cat to approach a human, after all.

"Thenk you. Yes." Orrig agreed about the pushy merchants, indeed--if Bruno hadn't been there, things might have gotten ugly, and he really was appreciative of the man's deft touch in handling that.

"They like that back home, too. Some things not change." He gave an offended sort of huff at that, and shifted his axe on his shoulder.

"So vere ve go now?" More reconnoitering, maybe, but Orrig wasn't sure he wanted to stay in the marketplace for much longer. Not unless they had to.

"Thenk you. Nice vhen things go dat way, no?" He meant about the wedding dress exchange. Good to know someone had sewing skills, here--Orrig himself could patch his own shirts and trousers--Dotra had made sure of that--but he was definitely not on the level of his wife, or this girl, either, it seemed.

He moves carefully, aware of his size around smaller folk, even if it's only the two of them in the kitchen, for now. He wasn't entirely certain of the food, either--smelled good, looked different from what he was familiar with, but the former was what won him over. He tried to leave enough for other people, but an orc needed to eat!

"Name is Orrig. You are?" Foodgiver was a good term, but not the proper one. And long years of mercenary work had taught him some politeness, even if he still spoke with something of an accent.

[ He knows that voice. It's not a bad voice, better than lots of others, but he doesn't have a chance to react to it before the guy goes running.

Not overly surprising, motion sickness being what it is, but with the guy gone he has more time to deal with the girl in the doorway. ]

Yeah, well I didn't really expect to be HERE either, wherever "here" is. Universe is only so big anyway, right? Statistical likelihood or whatever.

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