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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.
Thorne.tcai | OU (Isekai/Online)
There is a tiny, brown-skinned, hobbit-sized woman in a leather dress, bow and arrow at her back between a pair of folded gossamer wings, sitting cross-legged on the floor in the middle of one of the quiet cabins. Her short hair, which doesn't quite reach her shoulders, is pink, with green roots. Her eyes are squeezed shut and there's a look of deep concentration on her face.
Tears have begun to trickle down her cheeks.
Her eyes, gold-green, open suddenly wide and staring. "I'm cut off," she whispers. "I can't reach any of them." She's shaking. "What am I going to do?"
Allegorical (Team Two)
"Is it only just a melee?" the tiny woman with the short pink hair asks whoever looks like they know what might be going on. Her feet are in plain laced sandals. It's hard to see what else she might be clothed in, hidden as it is under a voluminous green cloak. "Because all I know is how to shoot with a bow. I'm very good at it," she adds. "But I can't fight in melee. That was always my brother-father's domain."
... brother-father?
[Note: Thorne.tcai is an artificial intelligence that serves as one of the 'gods' of the VRMMO 'Another World Online' from Isekai/Online. She is not used to being cut off from her sibling AIs or from communicating with the scientists who created them.]
CW mentioning non-existent incest, I guess
Assuming she takes the hint, Hikaru will lower his voice to explain: "Built on the same codebase you may be, but for those without that context 'father-brother' evokes incest, not your kind of familiarity. Remember that unobtrusiveness is an operational goal of the Voidtreckers."
Hikaru there was perhaps a gentler way of putting that.
oops sorry about that
Her expression turns pensive and worried as he makes his explanation. "I'm sorry," she says in a soft voice. "I'll-- just call him Dada Scherzo next time, okay? Would that be better?" She worries her bottom lip between her teeth before adding, "And I do know what an uncle is. Just because my primary knowledge base is terraforming doesn't mean I'm ignorant of other things. I've had one on Mundus-Chimaera since beta-testing."
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"Dada Scherzo would do fine, and keep in mind adoption and, hah, godparenting is common. Were I in your shoes I'd look to the player facing mythology for guidance in describing your relationships... but I'm not you, and you may have broader perspective that I lack."
It's difficult for him to not worship the ground she walks on, really, although her naivete grates. It's just not for the reasons that Mundane Pixies do; Thorne.tcai is brilliant.
"That said I would love to hear their reactions to talk about your mothers and father. How could a party united under a trans pride blazon not?"
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"If it makes it less painful, consider that a parallel to Earthly mystery cults. There's what the layman knows - and there's what deeper mysteries your Clerics learn."
If she'll let him, this seems like an appropriate juncture for a friendly clap on the back? Would that be misinterpreted? (Or correctly interpreted, possibly as problematic.) Screw it, he'll do so anyway.
"There is, in fact, an archery tournament if you'd like to compete, Thorne," he says a little more publically - then murmurs, "And it would be wise for us to keep eyes on the finest snipers in the realm, now, wouldn't it?"
Pronounced in the French fashion of course
"I suppose it could be," Thorne.tcai muses thoughtfully out loud. "Though no one really knows about Papa, of course, and that's the real reason that I don't want to call Dada Scherzo just 'my father.'"
She doesn't seem to mind at all that Hikaru just clapped her back.
"If there is an archery tournament I do want to compete," she adds, in a louder voice, just like his.
Re: Pronounced in the French fashion of course
Hikaru paused. "Have you recently eaten? I'm not entirely sure how much your present, hah, avatar is elven-"
the right term is certainly not "human" here"-and how much you sustain yourself on invocation, and to be frank I sometimes forget to eat and drink unprompted."Re: Pronounced in the French fashion of course