voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 015

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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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Too Many Cooks
At first, admittedly, Trunks had been surprised by both the menu AND that he wasn't the only one who ate a lot. (He'd also been surprised by some of the others who did, though he kept that to himself.) The chocolate was starting to overstay its welcome however.

Not that he could cook.

But he COULD do dishes, even if he'd grown up with machines doing them. A little manual labor didn't scare him either. Which meant finding an apron, rolling up his sleeves, and starting on the piles of dishes.

Allegorical Devices--Team Two
He hadn't needed help finding and recognizing the armor--he had wanted some help making sure that he was dressed appropriately. Then to sign up for the tourney. Fighting, he could do--and defense he could do well. Hopefully with minimal-cover-blowing and no need to break out the super-powers.

Was completing the mission more important, or maintaining ignorance of void-travel? He should probably ask that of someone more experienced.

Gen glanced to the side at the very large man who'd taken up the sink next to his. He'd been already at this for a long time. Or it felt that way. His hands were definitely rather pink and pruney. It wasn't very fair, getting dragged into this work.

"Ah, so you've been conscripted too?" Gen asked, his tone wry, but giving the stranger a sort of smile anyway.

Trunks was actually middling in height and build, compared to most of the other fighters he knew. "Take a break, dry your hands." He said with a hint of smile. "I volunteered for this--I can't cook, but I eat a lot. Only seems fair I do some of the dishes, right?"

Edited 2020-08-17 22:48 (UTC)

This guy seems like a kid until he speaks, or you see his adult face, whichever comes first. The dragonfly wings are also honestly a little weird. But those robes and the wizard hat look appropriate to the era while also looking good on him; and he has a reputation as a scientist and expositor, so.

"First thing we do for your costume; determine social class. You'll have the most freedom of action with the least questions asked as some kind of liege knight or bannerman; a Lord on a mission for a Count or Marquise. How do you tend to fight, mister...?"

He circles his palm, in a sort of impatient out with it gesture. A bit tactless, this fellow.

The guy may seem like a kid and have a slightly weird appearance, but Trunks wouldn't judge. Not on that, anyways. "Trunks. I'm skilled with a sword, or hand to hand." The other guy would have to be a LOT less tactless still, to even come close to Vegeta's level--Trunks was fine with the impatience.

"A swordfighter makes this considerably easier, as broadswords seem to be the standard sidearm here... and that means you might be able to work the duels and the melee."

He pauses, tilting his head, before smacking his fist on his palm as he remembers a detail.

"Also, I'm Hikaru Aosora, apparently STILL a Pixie Wizard - though adding '6th level' appears to be meaningless here. More data as always is required. Apologies for not leading with that."

He offers that hand that he spun impatiently to shake, an oddly out of place polite gesture.