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voidtreckerooc2019-06-09 09:05 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in voidtreckerooc2019-06-09 09:05 am
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Test Drive Meme 001
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!
Dante - DmC: Devil May Cry - DID SOMEONE ORDER A GARBAGE FIRE WALKING DISASTER BOY
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.
hi meet trailer trash dumpster fire girl
"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.