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

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[blueberryprincess]

“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.”

[orcdad]

"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.

[blueberryprincess]

"You're welcome. It made someones day special, and that's what matters most, right?" Evie says with another charming grin, watching Orrig and moving out of his way, just in case. She pushes both platters of chicken at him, letting him know which one was the spicy. Just in case Orrig wasn't a fan.

"Evie Grimhilde, but Evie is fine." She's not particularly fond of her last name, or the person it connects her to.

[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.