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voidtreckerooc2020-08-17 07:45 am
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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.
Chie Satonaka | Persona 4
With the kitchen as large as it is, there's plenty of room for one young adult to commandeer a corner and make a meal or two herself. Chie's been made fun of in the past for her lacking cooking skills, and in between the train's missions and adventures and what have you, now is the perfect time to learn!
Except... It's just not going so well. Chie is a bit impatient and doesn't keep careful track of the recipes the ICP gives her. And she has a habit of throwing in an extra ingredient or two just because they sound tasty. Are these insurmountable obstacles? Certainly not! But she's not going to know how to surmount them without help.
So now she's staring at her first attempt: a charred mass of what, in some parallel universe out there, might have been chocolate. "Ugh... What did I do wrong this time?" she asks, as if her Mystery Food X: VoidTrecker Edition might answer her.
2) As the Robot Said to the Bowman's Wolf
We've arrived on Torcera! Chie is ready for adventure, having opted for a men's set of light chainmail rather than a dress this time around. But she seems to have gotten... just a touch distracted with the fantasy mounts on offer. Or one in particular, a winged dog about her height with a shaggy tan coat.
"Who's a good doggy? Who's a good doggy?" she chants lovingly, scratching the mount's ears with both hands as it thumps a paw and pants eagerly. "Is it you? Oh, yes it is!" The pup's tail wags at sub-lightspeed in response to this thrilling revelation.
3) Rumors and Thoughts
Okay, okay, Chie's back on track now. She was considering joining the melee, but she's ended up rounding out Team Three and chatting with the peasants and commoners. She gets along well with people, cheerfully trading rumors or simple small talk. And in between she explores the streets of the town thoughtfully, thinking aloud about this and that.
"Do you think the Empress might get upset if she finds out about what we're planning to do?" she asks. "I mean, if it was me, I wouldn't want anybody to throw the tourney for me. What fun is a win if it's not a fair one?"
3
She closes her eyes to think. "...the question is if she would let that stop her from being grateful that we saved her life. And I don't know that."
2
Adora turned the corner and saw Chie, but before she could properly chastise her she also saw the dog and her voice reached a much more awed tone than normal.
“What. Is. That?”
Who cares she needs to pet it. She just kind of appeared next to Chie without seeming to pass through the intervening distance and with stars in her eyes.
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She took a step to the side to allow Adora room to come closer. The winged dog whined at the lack of attention, but looked eager to meet the newcomer. "I didn't catch what they call his breed, but he's basically a big dog that can fly. How awesome is that?"
I JUST realized I put that first tag in the wrong place! Sorry!
Adora very cautiously tried scratching him behind the ear, which seemed to go over pretty well.
"Can he talk?" She turned to the dog. "Can you talk?"
Not a problem! :)
The dog eagerly accepted the scratches, stepping forward to nuzzle Adora's face (which got another happy laugh out of Chie). "I don't think so? Or if he can, he's just got nothing to say right now."
Re: 3
She laces her fingers behind her back and looks up at the sky. "And if she's been Empress for a long time, she's probably prepared for assassination attempts, right? Like, even if it hasn't ever happened, she's gotta know that it might, and be ready for it. Unless she just thinks she's invincible, like I used to, ahaha." Everyone has that phase, though, right?
[too many cooks]
"Jesus christ! What died in here?!"
[ooc - I am so sorry.]
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"My hopes of ever becoming a good cook," is her muttered response. "Probably my chances of getting a boyfriend, too."
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"Oh! Geez, I'm sorry!" she said, before trying to be reassuring: "I'm sure it's not that bad! Your whole future doesn't depend on being able to cook or not!"
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With a muted sigh, Chie picked up the plate and started scraping the now-congealed mass into the garbage disposal. "Yeah, I know. But all my friends back home are better at this than me, even the guys! I dunno why I can't get it right."
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"I guess it takes practice," she said. "I had to learn how to cook on my own when I got my own place. I'd never even done anything like that before... it was all alien to me. But I kept at it and I managed to make it work! The same could be true for you. Maybe."
Re: Chie Satonaka | Persona 4
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"Oh, wow, then you must have a lot to get used to, huh? Well, I may not know cooking, but I sure know eating! If you ever wanna find good food, I'll be glad to help you out!" Chie glances down at her plate and sighs. "Long as I'm not the one who made it, anyway."
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"I'm kind of a carnivore, myself," Chie responds, rubbing her neck as she remembers her old fighting tournament title (...long story). "Steak is kinda my hometown's specialty? And there's one restaurant in the shopping district with a really good beef and rice bowl. Chocolate's good too, but I'm getting a little tired of it after having so much, y'know?"
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She laughs, a little embarrassed. "I guess I could have eaten that meat. But I was never in a body long enough to need to eat before and the Mundanes had to stay in their bodies, so it felt like it would be wasteful if I did."
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[This, coming from a seemingly middle-aged gentleman with shades. He seems to be taking his time and trying to follow a recipe without going crazy with ingredients.]