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!

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Conan Edogawa | Detective Conan

[deductiongeek]

Sport Balls
Conan had just been looking for a soccerball. That's it.

He wasn't expecting to get swept away by an avalanche of sports balls.


On the Train
Conan was bored.

Unfortunately for everyone, when he was bored he went looking for something to do. In this case, this meant inspecting every last corner of the train for anything suspicious.

[hashtagparkerluck]

“Uh-I wouldn’t-“

Well this is a first. It’s usually Peter that that sorta thing happens to. He lets out a quick sigh as that door starts to open fires a web to yank the small child out of harms way-setting him immediately back down once he’s safe.

“Yeah, I did that my first day, too.”

[schrodingersghost]

Danny weighs his options. On the one hand, secret identity. And how he really, really did not want to find out for himself how people here felt about having a ghost on board. On the other hand? He was sick of mud and purple sheep, and he'd seen that people here had powers and no one had freaked out.

So... what if he just showed part of it and just forgot to mention the ghost part? That could totally work, right? He might even blend in better.

"I'm fine," he calls out and he climbs back to his feet. He pauses a moment trying to think which power was least ghost-like. To his surprise, the choice isn't difficult at all. It might even give him a chance to get more practice with it.

"But you might want to back up a bit. Things are about to get chilly!"

His eyes shift in color to a pale, icy blue as the temperature suddenly drops noticeably. Raising one hand, he shoots out a ray of pale blue energy that leaves ice behind wherever it touches. A few minutes of work later, and his sheep have been corraled inside a fence made entirely of ice.

[deductiongeek]

Conan, of course, chooses to ignore the near disaster with the sports ball in favor of inspecting the substance that had pulled him away.

"Is this spider silk?"

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter stands on the post he's perched on and watches with interest. Cool, he and Gwen are no longer the only super-powered teens. That's nice.

"Bet they're feeling a little frosty after that." He offers, an easy smile on his face.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter just offers a small shrug, wondering if he should get into the hows and whys for the webbing.

"Uh... not real spider-silk? It's an imitation made up of mostly nylon-it'll dissolve in like... two hours. I don't have solvent 'cause I got my webshooters."

[schrodingersghost]

Huh, no freaking out yet. He was just going to count this as a win.

"And it started out as such a n-ice day."

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter just makes a 'pssh' noise. Come on, you can come up with better puns than that, new friend.

"Totally. A good day to just chill."

[deductiongeek]

"Why are you carrying imitation spider silk around? And what's a webshooter?"

Conan was curious now.

[schrodingersghost]

Danny folds his arms in mock disappointment.

"Hey! I already used that one. Are you asking for cold in your stocking?"

[hashtagparkerluck]

And Peter just makes a face because it’s his turn to be disappointed now.

“No way man, that one was way too forced. Now you’re gettin’ nothin’ For Christmas.”

[schrodingersghost]

"Actually I'm really very okay with that." His last Christmas had involved ghosts and spending the better part of a day being trapped inside a poem and forced to rhyme everything he said.

Danny was not a Christmas fan.

[goodflerken]

Goose has definitely been thought of as worse than a silly cat. She'll take it.

When Little One moves herself over to the counter area, Goose follows. If winding around her ankles is distracting to the girl (and she certainly doesn't want to distract her while she's holding a knife in case she hurts herself) then she will find another way to be close. She does this by hopping up onto the counter, well out of the way of the chopping area, and settling herself into a comfortable sprawl on top of what appears to be a large tin of crackers, observing. See? She can behave.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter just shrugs because to each their own. Christmas was a special kind of hell for him since he’s now allergic to peppermint and that scent explodes all over Christmas come November.

“So, you obviously have powers too. I’m Peter. Peter Parker-also uh... Spider-Man. Nice to meet you.”

[schrodingersghost]

"Spider because webs?" He was kind of guessing at the theme here.

"I'm Danny Fenton. And, uh, right. Powers. Because ice." It occurs to Danny that he hadn't really thought this out.

[hashtagparkerluck]

"Uh.. no." He states matter-of-factly. "Actually, it's cause I got bit by a radioactive spider and now I can like stick to things and I'm super strong-I made the web fluid in chemistry." He waves it off like it's no big deal.

"How'd you get yours? Got a superhero name? ...Or a super villain name? I mean you really don't seem the type but I'm gonna be honest, I'm gonna be very hurt and emotionally scarred if you're a villain and we just made all those super cool puns together. I mean. That's like the ultimate betrayal."

[afterburner]

Probably on purpose. Like a little boy with way too much time on his hands. [It wasn't as if the man hadn't had plenty of hobbies and a facile mind, and still managed to mess around like he was years younger.]

You mean like Purgatory? Or was that something humans made up? [Since by now, Renee's cottoned to the fact that, all appearances aside, this guy was probably not. Human, that is.]

[illwaitherethen]

When did you meet him?

[He was curious since it sounded like she was very familiar with him.]

No, Purgatory is quite real. It's where the souls of monsters go. We haven't found it yet, but I know it's out there.

[schrodingersghost]

Danny spares a moment to think that being bit by a radioactive spider sounded every bit as unlikely as being zapped by an interdimensional portal to the ghost zone, before panicking over how he really should have thought this through more.

"Lab accident," he blurts out. "And definitely not a villain." No matter what the local media and scientists and the government had to say about the matter.

But his mind draws a complete blank on a superhero name. "And I go by..., uh, Ice?"

[knifewithnoname]

Good. Good cat. The girl grinned at her as she continued chopping up aubergine. Since the cat was being so good she passed over a piece of her early cuttings. Good cats deserved treats. Or at least, giving treats when a cat was good showed it how to be good. They were too stupid to understand rules.

"It will be being ready in a moment."

[swordofzero]

He dodges that one as well. Right. Apology not accepted it seemed. He began moving towards the door. "I apologise. I am leaving."

Before those balls turn into something more dangerous. He's not too worried about himself but he doesn't want to anger the giant spider. Not on an enclosed train where no one can escape.

[hibana_incursa]

[ Wow.

Wow!

WOW THAT WAS A QUESTION SOMEONE ACTUALLY ASKED...you know what, she can't be mad. Harry Potter might not even be a thing in some universe somewhere, and this guy with the weird, gravelly voice might just be from that part of a multiverse.

She's fine with explaining. ]

It was a book series, and then became a movie series. It was very popular for a good long while. It's about this kid who finds out he's a wizard, goes to a school for wizards. Saves his school a few times from horrible people. I was into it for a while.

Dante - DmC: Devil May Cry - DID SOMEONE ORDER A GARBAGE FIRE WALKING DISASTER BOY

[yourpromdate]

A Whole New World

Dante stood out like a sore thumb, even without trying. He was tall, lanky, looked like he's only passingly familiar with a shower. (Don't worry. He bathes regularly. At least daily.) And has a general air of not a single fuck to give.

Except for alcohol. He has a lot of fucks to give about that and, after much haggling, he's actually carrying a crate or two around. It's his. He's not sharing. Go elsewhere. He's even drinking straight from a bottle of it as he goes. Whatever it is, the taste probably isn't horrible. The color of the liquid seems to shift from a dark amber to something greenish and Dante doesn't seem bothered.

Of course, he forgot to account for it being alcohol from another universe. It's actually pretty strong, even for the Nephilim and he eventually has to sit down. Hard. Right...next to the bench he was aiming for. At least the crates make it onto the bench.

"Holy shit," he says, grinning lazily and looking at the bottle in his hand. "Where has this been all my life?"

Someone, take the crates away and get his money back. This is gonna be bad, otherwise.


Team One: Fending off the wolves.

He has no plans to actually harm the wolves unless they try to harm him. And he's pulling out all the stops to keep them back. Every weapon he has makes an appearance in flashes of red or whitish blue. A scythe, a giant and terrifying looking axe, spinning bladed disks that return to his hands. And guns that never seem to run out of bullets.

But the wolves get the message, they stay back and people are able to herd the sheep into their pens.

He wouldn't say no to a little help, though. He's not the best at playing with others, but people can't let him have all the fun, can they?

Stare into the void:

"I wouldn't stare outside too long if I were you." This comes from a tall guy in a grey tank-top and black pants and boots that are untied, folded into one of the benches. Whoever built them, didn't take people as tall as him into consideration. But he looks comfortable and, sorry to whoever he's speaking to, but he's amused at their misfortune.

"Unless you're trying to make yourself sick. Then, all you have to do is eat whatever this months team made in the kitchen. I don't think any of them have a clue how a kitchen works."

This coming from the dipshit who lives off of pizza.

[afterburner]

Uh. I didn't. I learned about him in my philosophy class... [Did she look old enough to know Nietzsche? That's an uncomfortable thought, and Renee can't help but make a face.]

Oh. Really? I guess...do they get reformed there or something? Rehabilitated? I guess that's not as bad as it could be then...if they do.

[If not, that could be pretty damn bad, yeah...]

hi meet trailer trash dumpster fire girl

[afterburner]

"You might wanna slow your roll just a little," the redhead drawls. Are there two of her? That's a miser's trick, it is. Not that Renee has a clue how drunk he actually is. She's put a booted foot up on the bench he tried to sit on, one elbow resting on that knee, and grinning like the Cheshire cat. Because hey, watching people unable to hold their liquor? That's kinda funny.

"Also, you might wanna be careful. We might not make it back here, and if you break the bottles after we get back to the train, wouldn't that suck?" Even if she didn't usually drink, she wasn't the type to be zero tolerance of those who did, either.