Test Drive Meme 001

[voidtreckermods]

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!

Comments

Re: Mission Time

[afterburner]

Nibbles shouldn't...it looks like something broke the fence. Nibbles doesn't look strong enough. So if I get this back up it should be fine...

[Not that Renee wants to think about what was strong enough. Maybe the shepherd or farmer just...didn't take really good care of the fencing. Yeah, she hoped that was the case. She stares as Nibbles comes on over and stares at her before trying to nibble at her polo shirt, while she's working.]

Your breath smells like grass. You're the epitome of pretty, but pretty stupid, huh?

[The only response is "baaa!". She just looks at Peter. Yep, that was sure a thing.]

[capotalize]

This was definitely a case of (mostly) faking it until one made it for Bucciarati - he spent a lot more time either eating at restaurants or at the homes of others than cooking for himself.

Renee's question brought him out of his frustrated focus, and he straightens up. His expression softens, and he shakes his head. "Not unless you can redirect this train to Italy," he says, taking a few steps forward to give what was in the pot a stir - a tomato sauce, if Renee looked in. "Though I'm not sure if better ingredients might offset my own lack of skill that much or not."

[capotalize]

On the flip side, not all tough guys were the same, but they ran close enough together for Bruno to know when he needed to step in and keep things from escalating.

"We do need to keep an eye on things here, but doing so from within seems counter-productive," he says, taking a moment to look around. A building stands out - small, but tall enough to have a good vantage point and see the majority of the market if they could get to the top. He lightly nudges Orrig, then gestures in its direction. "Perhaps from up there?"

Castiel | Supernatural | Ota

[illwaitherethen]

[ooc- Taken from season 5 or 6, angel civil war era]

Staring at the void

[As he stares out into the void, Cas tilts his head to the side with a slight frown to his lips. Squinting a little, he thinks he can almost make out shapes of people he knows in the colors. What exactly is he seeing? It wasn't hurting, but he can feel there's a pressure of some kind in his head. His vessel though seems to greatly dislike this feeling and reluctantly, he turns away.]

What is this place?

Balls gone wild!

[He's always been too curious for his own good. There's a door in a large carriage and he, of course, feels compelled to open it. His eyes widen as a hundred different kinds of sports balls come tumbling out. The force knocks him down, stunning him a moment.

With a wave of his hand, the balls start lifting off the ground and going back into the closet. Except one looks particularly strange on. It appeared to have wings and was actively trying to avoid being put back into the storage closet. Cas, brings that one closer so he can look at it more carefully. Sitting up, he keeps the snitch a few inches from his hand and face as it rotates slowly in midair. Whatever could this object be for?]

[proactive_with_pep]

It's good to know I'm not the only one who's used to... Wait. [A beat as she wraps her arms around her legs, chin tucked on top of her knees.] If this isn't the worst mess you've gotten into, does that mean you get into a lot of them back from where you're from, Gwen?

[She isn't saying Earth. Mostly because she's sure a number of people, or beings rather, on the train ride to hell aren't from Earth. And Buffy has zero intention on offending anyone before she can make sense out of this.]

[hibana_incursa]

Only consistently and almost routinely for the past two years.

[ Everyone's going to find out who she is, and she's trusting everyone on the train so far. Her Spidey Sense isn't telling her to not trust Buffy. ]

I'm kind of...something of a super hero back home? And there are a lot of really weird bad guys where I'm from. So, yeah. Really used to the weird and unsettling and dangerous.

But a train flying through the Void? Kinda new and I don't like it.

balls gone wild!

[hibana_incursa]

[ Oh. Look...another person who opened the ball cabinet. This is becoming a Thing, isn't it? Gwen's amused by the whole thing, to be honest. It keeps life interesting on the train, so Gwen's going to step in and try to help.

When she spots the guy eyeing the Snitch, she takes one out of her pocket. The wings unfurl from around the golden sphere, but they just kinda flap uselessly before curling up again. ]

It's a Snitch. It's from the Harry Potter series. They have this really cool game played on brooms. The entire point of it is to try to catch that thing, but it's fast and tricky. It's worth one-hundred and fifty points, which basically means despite how the rest of the game goes, you catch that and your team wins.

[orcdad]

Her last name meant nothing to Orrig. He watched carefully as she pointed out both types of chicken--he tried a non-spicy piece, but oh, he was a fan! "Thenk you again, Evie." If she didn't want to mention her last name, much, he could understand that. Wasn't he sort of keeping a masked mage in his employ, back home?

He sure was. All that mattered to him was what Thistle did. She was a good employee and got the job done, even if there were a half dozen questions she didn't answer. Or more. She didn't hurt anyone--unless it was a monster or a demon frog or some such. Something that asked for it.

[orcdad]

"Seems like goot idea," Orrig agreed. "Ve go." He wasn't the type for seriously deep introspection, after all--he left that sort of thing for mages. Still, he had enough in the way of life experience as a mercenary to be able to plot things out. Keep his people out of danger. And make sure the job got done.

"Should see if they let us in." Considering he was big and green, Bruno might have a bit more luck in that regard...

[afterburner]

If you ask me, it's a bad trip. [Renee has her arms folded across her chest, expression sort of deadpan. She'd spent a bit of time staring at the void, but there was only so much time you could spend doing that without getting really bored. If not worse.]

Besides, you know, [she says, gesturing.] Stare too much into the abyss, it also stares back into you, yadda, yadda. It's not exactly that, but I wouldn't tempt fate.

[afterburner]

"Negative, Ghost Rider," she said, shaking her head. "I mean, if I could do that, we'd already be there--Italy might not be home, but at least it'd be on Earth, right?"

Really, Renee would take any Earth that was relatively close to what she was used to. It'd be a short flight back to America anyway--kind of hard to keep someone who could fly somewhere they didn't want to be.

"It doesn't smell wrong, if that helps. What're you trying to make? I mean, I've had chicken parmesan, and I know you can do eggplant parm...it smells better than microwave e-z meals resembling chicken parm, you know?" She was trying to be supportive. Hell, she'd try it!

[hashtagparkerluck]

Well-I actually meant the webbing but now that you mention it.

[ he moves over to look at the posts and frowns. ]

So uh... how smart are these wolves or should we be looking for something else?

[afterburner]

I don't know, to either of those things. I mean, wolves can be kind of cunning and I suppose in a group effort they could do that...but it's equally likely something else broke it, nabbed a sheep, and the wolves are just being opportunistic...

[No, she doesn't like her train of thought, and makes a face about it, redoubling her efforts to repair the fence. Sometimes, this made her wish she had a different type of power. Sure, her array was handy, but being able to just change the fence's molecular structure to steel at a time like this? That'd be pretty cool.]

Ugh, this sucks! Maybe we should just...keep an eye out for something else, after we get the floofs in. I can scare the wolves off just fine by throwing kinetic knives at them, at least.

[knifewithnoname]

"Hey. Be behaving yourself." Little One grumbles as the cat winds around her ankles. She grabs a knife and the aubergine and begins chopping it into chunks. "You will be getting food soon. You do no be needing to be begging so hard."

Silly cat.

[illwaitherethen]

[Cas turns and sees the girl coming into the room. His gaze moves from her face to the Snitch in her hand and then finally back to the one floating above his hand.]

What's a Harry Potter?

[He understands the concept of games, though he has never played one. The description is put away carefully in his mind despite how limited it was to being useful.]

What do you mean 'on brooms'?

[illwaitherethen]

[He shifts his gaze from the void to the woman speaking. His eyebrows rise sharply seeing her and he takes a step back, before he squints, looking more closely.]

You are not Amara. You are human. Who are you?

[Those weren't questions, just statements, as if he was sorting through information and sharing the facts he'd come up with so far.]

Why are we in the abyss?

[afterburner]

Who's Amara? I'm Renee Corbin. [Though the 'human' part gets both a raised eyebrow and a small smile. That was...nice, when you got rocks tossed at you and called 'mutie' a lot.]

Uhhh. [That was smooth. Renee made a face at that.] It's not actually the abyss, I was just quoting Nietzsche. I'm not sure what that is outside. I've been to the Darkforce Dimension, and that's not it. [Nor did it seem a whole lot like Limbo either.]

[illwaitherethen]

[It was reassuring she wasn't the Darkness, but it leaves him a little rattled just how similar the two women look in appearance. Perhaps this was a woman who had not been taken as a vessel in another universe.

His expression returns to the one he had before he looked at her, almost stoic and neutral. It shifts briefly into an ever so slight frown as sh uses a term he doesn't understand.]

Who is Nietzsche?

[He looks outside when she indicates it, and his frown grows.]

Is Darkforce and Abyss what you call the Veil? Not Heaven, not Hell, not Earth?

[afterburner]

[Her brows furrowed at that question. She'd barely taken college classes, but that was like...philosophy 101!]

Uh, he was a German philosopher. Well, that's what he was mostly famous for, he did other things too. Composed, wrote poetry, stuff like that, but I was quoting him.

[Renee shook her head then] The only 'veil' I know about covers the head. Darkforce is a dimension, one of my brothers could teleport there. It's also like...darkness, too. I've been told it's magic, too, I guess. [She was really unclear on the concept of it, to be honest.] The Abyss...is kind of like Hell, not that I've been to either place that I know of...why do you ask?

[illwaitherethen]

{His eyebrows rise subtly when she responds. Oh. A reference he should've actually known for a change. He was just so used to the Winchesters using terms that he would know in one context, but definitely not the one they were using.]

My mistake. I was expecting a human in this age to be using the name differently. I'm familiar with the philosopher. He was a very peculiar man with a horrid mustache. He used to frighten women with it. I could never figure out if that was on purpose or not.

[He thinks for a moment.]

I have been to Hell and it's unpleasant. This does not seem like Hell. As far as I know the Abyss is usually a term used for Hell, but in this situation it could've been used for the Veil. It's the land of the reapers where souls go if they get trapped before entering Hell or Heaven.

Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom

[schrodingersghost]

[Void Trecking]
Danny was highly disappointed by the scenery. If he was going to be stuck on an interdimensional train thing, the least they could have was cool traveling through space effects. But an endless void?

Already seen one, thanks. And this one had even less landmarks than the Ghost Zone did.

"Well, this got boring fast. Anyone got a deck of cards?"


[Aubergine Adventure]
Danny pokes at the vegetable skeptically.

"Are we sure this is safe to eat?"

It looked safe, but it also looked weirdly like ghost food. And he'd rather not spend the rest of the day fighting ghost aubergine.


[Mission Time : Team 2]

After his third faceplant into the mud, Danny had come to the conclusion that sheepherding was definitely off his list of potential career paths. He scowls at the sheep that were once again wandering off in their own direction and contemplates whether using ghost powers would really be cheating at this point.

[kumoko]

[ Human? No way. She knows there's no System here to give you weird skills, so even if he was some kind of snowflake gamer type who'd picked a bunch of monster skills in his last world, he shouldn't have it here. So what gives?

Ugh, she didn't wanna have a conversation with people. This was meant to be her week of relaxation eating a bunch of stuff and pretending the train doesn't exist. But her need to know what the hell this guy is outweighs that stress... a little. She plucks at the sheep web. Looks at him. Plucks it again. Don't lie to me, guy! ]

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter definitely cheated. His heard of purple sheep are all wrapped up in what looks like spider webbing. Peter himself is perched up on a fence post, surveying the area like the superhero he is.

His resolve is broken when he sees the sheep chewing. “Oh my god! You can’t eat that! It’s like nylon!” He runs his hand over his face and glances at the other boy.

“Dude, you okay?”

[kumoko]

[ Yeah! What kind of establishment has cubes this delicious? Turn them all over immediately!

Oh, her waving has scared the human off again. ]

[kumoko]

Huh? Really? Well, too late, she's already launched a second ball by the time he's got the 'sorry' out.