Test Drive Meme 015

[voidtreckermods]

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.

Comments

Re: This is Alfredo, my newest muse. It's good to tag you again. =)

[dog_of_the_sun]

Ammy tilted her head with the words, then gave a soft huffing sigh. Honestly, this would likely just take time. It would be easier if they split up, but Ammy wasn't sure how long she could push her luck 'unattended'.

[hisblueskies]

There were people curious enough about the dog to come say hello anyway, so it was just as well-

But, look! A thief! Someone's jewelry was dangling from a person's hands, and an outcry for their return had begun.

"Can you run ahead of them?" Alfredo asked, priming himself to run after said thief.

[dog_of_the_sun]

Ammy didn't bother replying, just moved into a sprint. Slinking around other people. IF she needed to, she could always make a tree grow in the thief's way, or have a sudden gust of wind slow him down.

[hisblueskies]

While the tree would be... very notable, let's say, it'd certainly be effective!

Fortunately even the dog's presence was enough to startle the thief; with Alfredo trailing behind, they pushed through the crowd in an effort to get away.

[dog_of_the_sun]

Unfortunately a tree suddenly growing from nowhere, literally to spring up in front of a person, would not be subtle. Not needed this time, nor was the wind--as Ammy was a large dog. Often mistaken for a wolf-large. She seemed to weave through the crowd with ease, and moved to try and flank the thief.

[hisblueskies]

The flanking would be successful, much as the crowd had become shaken up in the process.

Cries of confusion continued to ring out, as Alfredo closed his side of the gap.

The thief began to look for a way to hide the jewels on his person-

"Now!" Alfredo cried, and lunged, doing his best to close the distance.

[dog_of_the_sun]

As if they'd planned it, Ammy went low at the shout. Lunging forward to try and trip the thief up. If she could get him on the ground, she'd sit on him.

[hisblueskies]

The thief didn't stand a chance.

He had enough of a hold on the jewels for them not to go flying, but his skull did hit the ground pretty hard...

Brave souls emerged from the crowd, people no longer simply reacting but willing to help restrain the man, find the wronged person and bring them forth...

Alfredo let Ammy do the sitting, once he had gotten himself straightened out again.

"Thanks," he whispered, ruffling her neck fur.