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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!
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This pause is also enough to occasion the dramatic pressing of fingertips to one side of her forehead. Vertigo...? From the swirling colors still lodged in the echo chamber of her mind’s eye? Intolerable. And far more preoccupying than children who refuse to yield the floor. “My head pains me. Respite has grown necessary.”
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She wrinkled her nose, "Did you be hitting your head?"
The girl doesn't really know anything about fixing heads, nor does she really care but the woman seemed to think it was important to tell her.
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To be fair, a dialect or other such alternative phrasing is hardly as large an issue as a sentence ender. Under standard circumstances, Hibiki may be bathed in them quite safely. The combination, at this juncture, however....
The colors outside lurch. Hibiki begins listing to one side, unable to support herself.
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"Be getting off me."
Small finger prod firmly into Hibiki's side. Poking hard to try and make her move, being trapped under stupid people is stupid.
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“I hardly desire-“ An attempt is made to remove herself from this unpleasant position, but her knees rebel and even trying to catch herself on the seats can’t stop her from falling against the child again.
No. It can’t be....! Is her refined celebrity body shutting down in protest? Can it not even last until the quiet car before constructing its physiological barricades...?
“Rgh!” Another attempt, but this close to the window, it’s for naught. Hibiki slumps. Curse....curse this...
Interprimensional....prixpress.......
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Kicking might work where poking was not insistent enough. "I will be stabbing you, be getting up right now."
She has her dagger, but it is trapped in it's sheath. Kant would be displeased at her, getting into this ridiculous situation, unable to even reach her weapon.
But maybe bluff will work.
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“My...limit....”
The bright side: she might free Little One when all the tension leaves her body, sliding down to the floor.
The flip side: She’s passed out.
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She's dead? No. The girl prods her with a foot. Just passed out.
How had she managed that? No matter. The girl got to her feet and brushed off her clothes.
No point in stabbing her anymore. Besides it's too risky when people can just come back from the dead. Angry people who should be dead are incredibly stupid.
But she makes to leave, why should she care that a stupid woman has passed out for no reason?
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Hibiki’s body twitches more than is strictly necessary (or expected) if stepped upon, but she remains out cold. A small bell might even be heard to sound - fighter down, victory to the opposite party!
Con....gratulations?