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

[runs_on_batteries]

Why did little kids keep showing up on this train? Conan seems the youngest so far. It was possible that his version of Hell was being responsible for all these kids on this train.

"Yoroshiku ne." He gives the child's hand a firm shake before letting go. "It seems to be a rite of passage on this train to accidentally open this stupid door." He's really glad he watched Peter do it, so he didn't have to do it himself. "I know a couple of teenagers who would be happy to help you put all of these back in the room if you need help." He wasn't about to do it.

[deductiongeek]

"This happened that many times, and no one bothered to fix the problem? Or even put up a sign?" Conan was not impressed.

[runs_on_batteries]

"And spoil the fun?" Tony quips. "You're welcome to use your notebook pages for that if you'd like. I've made a version of glue out of pantry items you can use on the door. Otherwise, we don't have anything to hang it with."

It was one of the endless items they could use at a stop, if only someone would think it important enough to barter for. Tony, personally, used all of his funds for alcohol.

[deductiongeek]

In response Conan separates a page from his notebook and quickly writes a warning in English and Japanese. He couldn't stand it when there was a fix this simple for a problem, and yet nothing had been done about it.

"What kind of glue?" he asks as he finishes. He could think of half a dozen different variations that could be made with various pantry ingredients.

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony can appreciate someone who is a go-getter like that. Conan hadn't confirmed a few moments ago if he spoke Japanese or not, but this sign cleared that right up. "Know any other languages we should add?" He asks, mostly to see just how smart this kid really was. What was he, like six? He had attitude oozing from him that made him wonder if he was just little for his age.

"Baking soap, vinegar, milk.. a few other things. It makes a fairly strong adhesive when the commercial stuff is unavailable." He could make something a whole lot better with a bunch of raw chemicals, but those sadly weren't at his disposal. "What kind of world are you from?"

[deductiongeek]

"A normal one," Conan says. "But I'm sure lots of people here think that their world is normal. I don't know enough yet to say whether there is anything different about my world."

He considers his knowledge of languages and shakes his head. "I know a few other alphabets, but I don't know the languages. And it would be difficult to write out anything in Braille or Morse Code."

[runs_on_batteries]

"Does your world have magic? The real kind, not the slight of hands magicians use." Magic and technology level were the best indicators of what kind of world a given person on this train was from. "Is there any technology you can see on this train that is of a higher level than you're familiar with? Granted, that one might take some more exploring."

While both braille and morse code were useful in their own right, they weren't the best here on the train. "As far as I can tell, these devices on us translate anything written or spoken for us anyway."

[deductiongeek]

"Definitely not. There are plenty of magicians." A certain amount of irritation creeps into his tone as he thinks of the most annoying of them. "But their magic is nothing more than sleight of hand. The technology seems mostly similar, apart from those devices. We don't have anything that can translate that easily."

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony nods, seeing that their worlds sounded fairly similar. "What do you call your world?" He asks. A large rubber ball rolled close to him, so he kicks it away.

"Come with me to the kitchen, we'll get you that glue for the sign and if you need anything to drink."

[deductiongeek]

"My world? We call it Earth. But I live in Tokyo."

Conan scoops up a soccerball and tucks it under one arm. It had been the reason for all of this, after all. He glances back up at Tony and waits for him to lead the way. Finding the location of the kitchen hadn't been a priority for him yet.

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony pauses and looks down at the kid. Was it possible?

"Are you familiar with the Avengers in your world?" Seriously, it was a pretty easy way to figure out if they were from the same world or not. A person would have to live under a rock to not have heard of the superheroes in his world.

[deductiongeek]

"I think I saw it on television once?" Although Conan couldn't figure out why he would ask about that.

[runs_on_batteries]

Saw 'it' on TV once? That couldn't be the same thing.

He pushes that thought aside, and the hope that bubbled up with it, and heads toward the kitchen again. "What year is it?" He askes, wondering if perhaps the boy was just from an earlier time. "Do you know of Iron Man?" Except he'd already given his name and the boy hadn't really reacted, had he?

[deductiongeek]

"2019. Why?" Conan frowns at the second part of the question as he walks quickly to catch up. "Iron Man? Never heard of it. Is that another television series?"

He'd never read any American comics (Not enough detectives in them for his taste), but the name sounded a little like some of the titles he'd heard in passing.

[runs_on_batteries]

No, it wasn't possible. The kid wasn't from his world. He wonders at why it even mattered to him.

"I- a television series? No. From my world the Avengers aren't a TV- well, okay so there are some cartoons in production, but the real Avengers are a group of individuals protecting the planet and have special, super human abilities." He pauses to open a door for Conan before continuing through the next carriage. "The year I'm from is 2023."

[deductiongeek]

That... sounded really implausible. On the other hand, he was currently three feet shorter and ten years younger than he should be, and he was walking on a train traveling through an endless void. His definition of the impossible had taken a lot of editing this last year.

A real child probably would have been far more enthusiastic about the potential of a world with people with powers protecting it. (He'd suffered through enough Kamen Yaiba episodes with the kids to be sure of that.) But Conan just couldn't find the energy to put on that act at the moment.

"What do they protect the planet from?" He keeps speaking in the cheerful and curious tone that he'd found got him the best results when interrogating unsuspecting adults.