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Test Drive Meme 001

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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[1: Stare at the void and...it gives you a migraine. ]

[ Gwen wasn't feeling too great, staring out into the void as it rushed past, but she was curious. She wanted to know what was out there. Shapes swirled and changed, colors flashed, but it wasn't enough to go on. Not enough information to give her any clue.

All it did was make her head hurt, and that headache led to nausea. Mild nausea, sure, but enough so that she leans down some, head below the window frame and eyes closed as she fought both headache and stomach-ache. ]

...ooof.

[ That's it. That's all the girl with bleach blonde hair can muster. Just a groan. When she hears someone enter the car she's in, she speaks to them without looking. ]

Don't...ugh...don't look outside too long. You'll get motion sick.

[2: SPORTS! ALL THE SPORTS...balls. ]

[ It wasn't Gwen that opened the cabinets. She didn't want to know what was in them just yet. What she wanted was to see if she knew anyone else on board, so she's taken to doing as much wandering as possible. Unfortunately, that means wandering into the train car with the cabinets. Seeing someone reach up for the latch, something in her head buzzes just slightly. Not a full on DANGER RUN MOVE GET AWAY, more a gentle 'this will be interesting'. ]

I wouldn't open ---

[ Too late. Whoever it is opened the cabinets and now there are tennis balls and golfballs and something that looks like a Quaffle bouncing around the cabin. Gwen has jumped backwards onto a crate, landing in a spider-like crouch and watching the balls roll around the floor, more of them falling out of the cabinet as the train rocks too and fro every so lightly. ]

Okay...well...let's start cleaning this up before someone gets hurt, I guess.

[ This may not be a mess she's responsible for, but she's certainly going to help fix it. It's just what she does. ]

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[ Peter's spent a large majority of his time exploring. He's been on the train a few days and hasn't even quite managed to reach the other end yet-there's too much going on! Too many people to talk to! ]

[ He's a curious kid by nature and the fact that the doors to the cabinet look slightly bowed had him inching a little closer-he can feel the light buzzing at the back his neck. His spidey sense has been going off off and on since he got on the train though so he just ignores it for the most part and opens the doors- ]

[ Every kind of ball to ever have existed ever comes cascading down on him much like one of those really old cartoons when someone's just shoved everything in the closet. ]

[ He lets out a startled yelp and backs away quickly, only to start to lose his balance before regaining it at an almost lightening speed. ]

Y-yeah. Whoops. [ He says awkwardly, glancing back at the girl in the train car with him. There's something about her-there's a buzzing at the back his head that tell him-and then there's that pose. She's like him? ] I mean, who even puts that many balls in a cabinet, anyway? How did they all fit in there?

[ The second the guy turns around, it hits her like a small jolt of electricity. That sudden knowing that shoots through her and causes a visible twitch of her shoulder, a faint shiver up her spine. He’s like her. There’s no question about it. And the second she sees his face, she could bet good money on his name and probably come out the winner. ]

Huh.

[ Its graceful the way she moves from a crouch to sitting, still watching the other spider person with curiosity. It’s a practiced move. One she doesn’t have to think about. As still as she’s trying to be, however, for as much as she wants to come off as calm? Her fingers don’t atop drumming on the side of the box she finds herself on. ]

How did they get them in there at all is a good question, too. I’m sure we can figure something out, but then someone else is gonna open it and it’ll be a mess again.

[ Peter watches her carefully, unsure exactly what his senses are telling him but he gets the feeling he's right in thinking she's like him-that crouch was a bit of a give-away. ]

[ He ignores the obvious nervousness because honestly, he can be quite nervous himself-especially in a situation like being on a train traveling through the void or whatever this thing is. ]

Y-yeah, good point.

uh...

[ He glances around the train car. ]

Anywhere else we can put them so this doesn't happen to someone else?

Not that I’ve noticed.

[ Another drumming of fingers on the box but then she tilts her head some. Listening carefully. Now the drumming is more purposeful for a moment before she stands and looks st the crate again. ]

Crates empty. It’s not big enough for all of the mess, but...

[ She chews her lower lip a moment before reaching down and removing the lid. It was nailed on but taking it off the box really didn’t take much. And a moment later she’s working the nails out by hand. ]

What if we use this as a barrier to keep the balls in the cabinet? It’s roughly the right size, yeah?

[ Peter offers a small frown, if they did that then someone was likely to get curious and open the cabinet and spill the balls all over the floor again. He'd rather avoid that if at all possible. ]

Uh... how about we put some in the crate and some in the cabinet? Like split'm up? That should keep someone else from getting rained on with balls-also is that a quaffle? That looks suspiciously like a quaffle.

[ He points down at a red ball that he'd bet money is a quaffle. ]

Oh shit! Did I accidentally release a snitch?

Uh...

[ Gwen looks around for a moment, eyes and ears focused to try to hear any kind of buzzing that might or might not be a Snitch, but there’s nothing. So she shakes her head and crosses her arms over her chest with a shrug. ]

If we did, it’s contained in here. And if it is, we can probably find a way to catch it. Maybe through clever use of webbing.

[ That’s about as good a time as any to let the guy know that she knows what he is, right? And it’s a good time for introductions. ]

I’m Gwen Stacey.

[ Peter also focuses his attention on trying hear the flitting of a golden snitch but there doesn't seem to be anything-he's probably safe. What is a quaffle doing in here, anyway? ]

Y-yeah, that's true. I-I'm Peter. Parker.

[ He offers as he moves over to collect some of the balls that fell on the ground. ]

[ Then is hits him. ]

[ wait. ]

uh.. wait what?

I mean, at least it’s not Bludgers? Though, I think they’d be easier to catch, but not without risk of injury. And they’d probably break webbing anyway.

[ His name gets a smile, one that is simultaneously happy and a touch sad. Maybe it’s in the way it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. But that’s fine. She looks like she already knew who he was anyway. ]

I know. Not that we’ve met. But I have been through the multiverse and I’ve met several Peter Parker’s and the fun thing about that is we all share a similar skill set.

Whoa, really? Awesome!

[ Okay. Okay so there's a lot to unpack here but he's gonna save them both some time and just store the whole suitcase away for later. ]

Y-Yeah, definitely. Bludgers seem like they would.

[ He moves over to the crate and opens one up to start piling some of the balls in. ]

So, there's definitely a multiverse then? I mean look at where we are, I guess? That kinda confirms multiverse-so... uh... Spider bite?

Yeah. There are many universes in the multiverse and they’re all different. For example; I’m the Spider-person in mine. In another, it’s a cartoon pig, complete with giant hammer in his pocket. There’s an entire black and white world where the Spider-Man there wears a trench coat and thinks a Rubiks Cube is a miracle and a wonder.

[ There isn’t a single thing about her posture or tone or speech patterns that would suggest this is a lie. Every word the truth, every one spoken with sincerity. She starts picking up balls as well, dropping them in the crate and then holding still. Her head tilts again and she puts a finger up to her lips. There is a faint buzzing in the air, in the direction of the cabinet. ]

Am I hearing things, or do you hear that, too?

Okay uh-so this suit case is apparently a bag of holding because there just seems to be more and more to unpack.

[ But there's a lot here he really wants to ask about-a lot. However, at her signal, he frowns and tilts his head in the direction of the cabinet. There's definitely something in there. ]

[ And he doesn't seem to have learned his lesson at all because he goes over to the cabinet and pulls it open-eyes widening and suddenly ducking to avoid being smacked in the face with something small and gold. ]

Uh... do I get points for just seeing the Snitch?

[ Gwen has ducked as the Snitch flew at her face, grinning and almost laughing at how suddenly stupid and ridiculous this whole thing is. The Snitch dives at her again and it's a graceful gymnast's flip that puts her on the ceiling, crouched and ready to make a grab at the thing, hair coming out of her ponytail holder. She'll fix it later. For now? She has a golden ball with wings to catch. ]

If I remember my Harry Potter lore correctly, I think it's just points if you catch it. One-fifty, I believe. Oh! By your left, my right!

[ This shouldn't be too hard, right? It's just a small ball, and they're two Spider-kids. ]

Yeah! I see it!

[ Peter affirms quickly, firing a web at it, only to miss it by mere milimeters. His web sticks to the ceiling and he pulls himself up, latching on to it and glancing around. Now where did that stupid thing go? ]

I mean, we should be the best seekers ever, advanced senses and all.

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[Too late, not that this girl would have listened anyways to a random person telling her not to do anything. No one was the boss here, as far as she could work out. Everyone was as confused and far from home as she was.

But perhaps, in this instance, she should have. The balls hit her and she flung her arms up tp protect her head as they rained down on her. She wasn't hurt, outside a few bruises but still she glared at the woman.]

Did you be knowing that would be happening?

(OOC: If you need me to drop her dialect/speech pattern please let me know)

I had an instinct about it.

[ Gwen heads over to the girl as she speaks, her concern evident as she crouches and tries to check the girl for injuries without touching the child. She didn't know who this kid was, what her life was like, or if she had people here looking out for her. She wasn't going to upset her if she could avoid it. ]

Are you okay, kiddo? Should we get you some ice or something for those bruises?

[Well perhaps next time she can share her instincts, before they are too late. Still the girl just blinks up at her, doing her own assessments of her hurts. She might bruise in a few places but nothing is broken, nothing feels like it will hamper her movement, there's no blood. She's fine.]

Of course I do be being fine, they do just be being stupid balls.

[She's back on her feet and everything, tilting her head slightly. Since arriving on this train she has come across a lot of things she doesn't understand.]

What do ice cream be being? [A kind of medicine? Or an ointment to help bruising?]

Ice cream is the best stuff to eat when injured or upset, but it won't heal you. It's just a good distraction.

[ Gwen grins at the girl, crouching to pick up the runaway balls and stuffing the ones that'll fit into a small crate. The rest?

Well, she has her webshooters for a reason. It's just a quick aim and tap and there's a net inside the cabinet. Gwen drops more balls into that, shooting the girl a smile. ]

Help me get this cleaned up and well get ice cream in the dining car. It's sweet and cold and delicious, I promise.

[A good distraction. Sounds a bit useless but the girl nods anyways. She startles when the webs shoot out of the girls arm and the smile is met with wary caution.

She moves over to the net to poke it.] How did you be doing that?

[Ice cream and balls are forgotten for now.]

Is that knowledge from personal experience? 'Cos I gotta say, you look like someone who just got off The Goliath at Six Flags after eating way too many fried Oreos.

[Buffy knew she was probably not helping matters with words, but where she lacked in comforting words she was attempting to make it up by offering Gwen a gentle hand in help to the nearest seat, if allowed. Far away from the window.

Tempted as Buffy was to look for any hints as to where they were, or where they were going, or what they were doing besides literally traveling through a void in space, she managed enough self restraint to keep from doing so. Gut instinct telling her it was a bad idea won over curiosity. And clearly it was right by the way Gwen looked.]

[ She's going to latch onto that, giving the girl a thankful smile and allowing herself to be pulled away. It takes a little bit, but she'll start feeling better soon enough. ]

Yeah, that's about how I feel. Like I ate too much and then went on a roller coaster. Not the smartest of ideas, been there and done that.

[ Pushing her hair out of her eyes, eyebrow jewelry catching the night for a moment as her hand runs over the freshly done side-shave, she closes her eyes and sighs. ]

This train is a hot mess. I hate it.

This could be a roller coaster. But no. Instead whoever beamed us up decided it has to be some stupid and lame train tracking, or is it trekking, somewhere in space.

[Buffy started, looking around momentarily for anything off, force of habit, before plopping on the seat besides Gwen once she knew the other girl was safely settled. With her knees drawn up against her chest, feet firmly planted on top of the cushion, Buffy turned to face the other girl, returning the smile and letting it linger long enough until Gwen recovered.

She'd walked through, what felt like a gazillion rooms of the same variety. Trying to talk to anyone who might know more than she did about what this train to bizarro world was, and Gwen was the first she felt comfortable with right off the bat.]

So, hot mess rider number - let's say eighty-nine because I'm pretty sure that's how many people I ran into on my way here, do you have a name? I'm Buffy.

Trekking, I think. It's a bullshit ride. Not the weirdest mess I've ever been in, but it's pretty close to taking the god damn cake.

[ She finally props her elbows on the table surface and her head in her hands, turning to look at the girl with an amused grin. Looking less green around the gills, Gwen feels okay enough to introduce herself. ]

Pleasure to meet you, Buffy. I'm Gwen Stacy.

It's good to know I'm not the only one who's used to... Wait. [A beat as she wraps her arms around her legs, chin tucked on top of her knees.] If this isn't the worst mess you've gotten into, does that mean you get into a lot of them back from where you're from, Gwen?

[She isn't saying Earth. Mostly because she's sure a number of people, or beings rather, on the train ride to hell aren't from Earth. And Buffy has zero intention on offending anyone before she can make sense out of this.]

Only consistently and almost routinely for the past two years.

[ Everyone's going to find out who she is, and she's trusting everyone on the train so far. Her Spidey Sense isn't telling her to not trust Buffy. ]

I'm kind of...something of a super hero back home? And there are a lot of really weird bad guys where I'm from. So, yeah. Really used to the weird and unsettling and dangerous.

But a train flying through the Void? Kinda new and I don't like it.

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Gwen Stacy: Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse - OTA

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keep the speech patterns! I love it.

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