voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 015

Welcome to the Test Drive Meme! Here is the place to see how your character might fit the setting, grab samples and have fun!

1. Post with your character, including their name and series in the subject. We’ve written out some prompts but feel free to make up your own, you have a whole train to play with!

2. Assume they've been around long enough for threads to jump right into the action.

3. Have lots of fun. Mandatory, mod-sanctioned fun.

Happy testing!

A Quiet Place

A double carriage with a staircase at each end, the quiet coach has five booths on each floor. With frosted glass doors, locks on the inside, and a pair of comfy benches each, they’re luxuriously private on a train that’s anything but. There are no ICP screens, and each booth is completely soundproof.

Granted, two of the rooms downstairs have been merged in an act of vandalism and are now a workshop-slash-forge, but that has its own attraction. Plenty of things to mess with, plenty of boxes of scraps. The main tinkerer’s not home. Hey, isn’t that a welding torch?

No? Well, you were early enough to snag a room for yourself. Perhaps you’re not alone, or you’re expecting company. Or maybe you forgot to lock the door, and now someone’s in here with you. Awkward.

Too Many Cooks

Once a single room, the kitchen now sprawls over two floors. Banks of industrial electric ovens, a long, steel countertop facing them. Cupboards full of oven trays and pans, racks of implements and appliances. On the first floor, sinks and modern appliances, and cupboards full of crockery.

This month, the month of Harrow, the recipes are centred around chocolate. Chicken Mole, chocolate ravioli, cocoa chilli… it may begin to taste a little sickly sweet after the first week. Fortunately, there’s plenty of room for experimentation as people start to beg for other meals. And a lot of chocolate going spare.

And when the preparation is finished, and the meals have been sent over to the dining carriage… there are stacks, and stacks, and stacks of plates. Pots. Cutlery. And no dishwashers.

Well, no, that’s not strictly true. You’re there.

Allegorical Devices and Other Foes

The world of Torcera, designation #450720816. With a civilisation level roughly equivalent to the medieval ages, the train has deposited its Voidtreckers in a castle town, in which several kingdoms have assembled for an annual tournament. Banners fly from every roof, chattering squires and servants tug mounts this way and that. Some resemble horses with trailing antlers and four lidded eyes, others great flightless birds, and a third popular choice is a species of lanky winged dogs, albeit for the sake of fairness their wings are strapped loosely to their saddles. As a world ignorant of Void travel, you have all been given access to the dressing car’s voluminous stores. Dresses, chainmail, jerkins, or even a few suits of full plate… and plenty of hooded capes. Evil is afoot at the tournament, and you are to root it out.

Team One

Courtiers and their adjutants have travelled from all corners of the planet to assemble for the tournament; the empress herself is said to be participating, and stakes are high. Your team has been tasked with determining the identity of the empress in the tourney, and the identity of her foes, so that Team Two can move in. To this end, you are to mingle with the court and, if necessary, break into personal quarters. Brief instruction in protocol will not be provided.

Team Two

Once you know the identity of the Empress, you can move to defend her - you’re relatively sure she’s either the helmed hedge knight of the crested monlion, or the masked outrider with the seagoose crest and a mount with plumage of deepest blue. But you can’t be sure, and until you are, you’re to sign up for the tourney and look for troublemakers. The melee will be held in the afternoon, and tomorrow the individual lists. Mounts are available, as are a staggering number of weapons. Ideally, the final round would be a number of Voidtreckers, and the Empress. How to arrange that?

Team Three

Team One is in the court. Team Two in the lists. And you, Team Three, are amongst the common folk. Rumours abound, the atmosphere is festive, and several events are open to ordinary citizens on the second day, including one bohort with a single wish of the Empress as the prize. No great problem, perhaps... if not for the tales of a younger brother, long lost, looking to usurp the throne. Unrest is stirring in the town behind the colourful stalls and laughing children, and it's up to you to determine where, and why.

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[Quiet Room]

Sharon Vineyard, as most people on the train know her, has taken one of those quiet rooms for her own. She flips through the book in her hands almost lazily, but it's clear her mind is somewhere else.

Is she waiting for someone? Or perhaps she's simply bored. Either way, the door is unlocked.

[Team One (Court)]

This mission is remarkably well suited to her particular skills. And while Vermouth would normally be helping the criminals in their assassination attempt, she doesn't mind a little change in pace.

And thus Sharon starts mingling with the nobility, dressed in a black gown accented with blue. (Old habits die hard, and hey, it's classy.) Other than the occasional cultural differences, which are easily smoothed over with some charm and 'the niece of a foreign diplomat' excuse, she finds it not so different from her own world's high class gatherings. Soon she can be found gossiping amongst the countesses as if one of her own. Sharon blends in so well, one could almost mistake her as one of the court herself.

Team One (Influtrate)

Once she's found a good lead, Vermouth begins the second part of her plan. She switches to the dress of one Maiden Rosenda (the real owner mysteriously missing). A quick change of hairstyle and makeup, and you can hardly tell the difference.

Feigning exhaustion, she slips into the noble's private quarters. Now alone, she puts on the gloves which oh so conveniently come with high society outfits and begins her work. Vermouth carefully sifts through the room's contents, being careful to return everything to its original location. How naturally and quickly she moves would be impressive... if only someone was here to see it.

If anyone had a similar idea, they might.

Emporio's Stand ability isn't the most obviously versatile, but in this place it's come in handy. Most of the people moving in and out of each of the rooms- including the nobles themselves- haven't paid much mind to an extra vase or ornamental plant after all. It's lucky for him that this place has something of a fondness for the 'antique' though, or he wouldn't have been able to access the ghosts of such things to hide in to begin with.

Of course, he thinks a little nervously from within his vase, he didn't exactly expect someone else to start searching the room he was in. On the one hand, he got into the vase quickly, and before the door was properly opened. On the other he knows the sounds of someone rooting around in another's belongings, which means that he's probably going to run out of time. For all he knows they know he's in here, and are looking for him even!

The boy holds his breath, hearing footsteps draw closer, and closer...

He really hopes he can come up with a good excuse!!

Emporio is lucky enough that the vase isn't high on her priority list. Sure Vermouth intends to check it before she leaves, but the information she's looking for is more likely to be in writing. Vases were more likely used to high valuables or important trinkets.

That said, she is very close to the vase now. Right next to it, in fact. Vermouth is kneeling in front of the adjacent dresser, quietly checking through each drawer. She's quiet about it, but due to being so close he can probably hear the soft sounds of drawers opening and shutting as she finishes her search of each one.

Slowly, he peers out. He needs to find a moment to get out. He can't just blow the mission! He needs-

Wait. He has something for that. He keeps forgetting- he has more than just ghosts now, Emporio thinks with a swallow. He has an entire someone more, and they're apparently visible to people who don't have Stands here.

Holding his breath within the vase, he wills Weather Report to appear- not near him, but elsewhere in the room within his range.

He just needs a distraction.

Even standing there, tall figure made of clouds, will do.

While Vermouth is usually pretty unflappable, having a figure appear in the corner of her vision with no warning does startle her.

And so although she has a perfectly adequate disguise, Vermouth instinctively grabs a nearby letter opener. With a quick flick her wrist, the improvised weapon goes straight for Weather Report's head.

Things that would be very bad if not reacted to in time: that.

Stands reflect their user- damage to the stand is damage to the user. So it's a very good thing, Emporio decides as his face goes white, that Weather Report is at lesat semi-automatic on the self-defense front. Strong winds flank the Stand in an instant, batting the letter opener aside. Emporio is pretty sure that probably has the attention of whoever's in here- so carefully, slowly, he creeps out of the vase...

[While Masumi was good at investigation, she wasn't quite so good at fitting in with the court. She's trying, but there's still those more than occasional slips that show that she's not quite familiar with this type of thing.

Eventually she sneaks off to try searching some of the private quarters, only for the first room she tried to have someone already searching it. Welp.]

"Ah, you already in here?"

[...It's probably a really good thing she doesn't know who Vermouth is.]

[Vermouth looks up, ready to act the part of a court maiden shocked and horrified by someone barging into her private room (and obfuscate what she was actually doing). But then she sees who it is and seems to relax.

[Ahh, Akai's little sister. She had noticed her on the train, obviously. However, given their general situation, she hadn't really bothered the teenage detective. So long as Sera continued to not know the truth, perhaps it could stay that way.]

Mm. The party was getting dull. [Which is a complete lie, but information was rarely gleaned from conversations alone.]

What about you? Have you grown tired of high society chatter?

"I'm not good with all this high class stuff, so I decided to get away from all that for now."

[Masumi was tired of having to try and pass herself off as one of them and scrambling to explain away her slipups, so trying to just search rooms was a welcome break. After all, she wasn't skilled in acting, so this was always going to be harder for her.]

"I kind of thought that trying to talk to people would be easier, but guess not, huh?"

Test Drive Meme 015

A Quiet Place

Too Many Cooks

Allegorical Devices and Other Foes

Team One

Team Two

Team Three

Sharon Vineyard (Vermouth) | Detective Conan

INFILTRATE.... [shouts in canon familiar !!! lmk if this tag-in doesn't work though ok?]

INFILTRATE! [it works, sorry for the delay. work week was a bit crazy]

IT'S ALL GOOD i'm sorry I can't do more than one tag i gotta sleep after this rip

No worries! Rest well~

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