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: A Quiet Place

[dog_of_the_sun]

Ammy's ear twitched and she lazily opened dark eyes. Then yawned, stretched a bit while getting up, and moved over on the bench. In clear invitation if he wanted to come nap in this car too.

Re: A Quiet Place

[dreamtamer]

Well, that was definitely an invitation. It made Takato feel a little better about having been rude enough to interrupt her nap.

But it also made him wonder a little as he hesitantly steps into the room.

"Um, you're not just a dog,are you? I'm just wondering, because sometimes digimon could look a lot like dogs, but they weren't,really."

Re: A Quiet Place

[dog_of_the_sun]

Ammy gave a slow blink, watching him as he entered carefully. No move to scare the younger human away. She wasn't just a dog, right but what was a digimon? Her tail wagged lazily as she tilted her head and tried to think of how to respond. Finally, a decisive nod. To answer his first question.

[dreamtamer]

"But you're not a digimon either, are you? You look more like a real dog than Chatsuramon or Shiisamon did."

He edges a little closer to her, driven by curiosity.

[dog_of_the_sun]

Ammy made some kind of soft whuffling sound. Laughter in canine form. She supposed her nap could wait, as her tail continued lazily wagging.

[dreamtamer]

"And now you're laughing at me." But Takato grins a little as he sits down beside her.

"I'm Takato, by the way. I'm a Digimon Tamer. Well,I was. But I like to think that I still am, even if all the Digimon are gone now."

[dog_of_the_sun]

Laughing with him, not at him. Amaterasu gave him a canine-grin in turn, and nodded her head very clearly as he introduced himself. She didn't really have an easy way to give him her name, but she was trying to be polite anyways.

[dreamtamer]

"Can you talk?" Takato was curious about this. She could clearly understand him, but she hadn't said anything yet.

[dog_of_the_sun]

Amaterasu shook her head in a very clear no. Her tail paused its wagging, then flicked briefly. For all of a split-second in the air, there were archaic Japanese characters.

Wrong form.

[dreamtamer]

"Like an evolution?"

He couldn't think of anything else that could have meant by form.

[dog_of_the_sun]

Evolution? That was a term she was unfamiliar with. Her head tilted, and despite being a dog, Ammy's brow furrowed. Trying to think of how to explain. Another brief and deliberate tail wag and those characters in the air once more for a split second.

Not Celestial Plain. Wrong form.

[dreamtamer]

"I don't know what the celestial plane is, but I think I can kind of get it. You can talk in a different shape? But you can't change into that right now?"

He catches onto that confusion, and quickly pulls a notebook out of his pocket. He flips over to the drawings of Guilmon he'd been working on earlier. He shows her a picture of a red dragon-like creature."This is my friend, Guilmon. He usually looks like this. But when he needs to be stronger, he can evolve into bigger or stronger forms."

He flips over to the next page and shows her a picture of a white knight. "This is what we look like when we're Dukemon."

[dog_of_the_sun]

She nodded in answer to his first two questions, then tilted her head. Studying the drawings, her ears twitching as she listened to him. Her tail flicked again, and those characters appeared again for in the air.

God?

Tapping the page with the white knight on it very carefully and delicately with her paw, indicating who she was asking about.

[dreamtamer]

"I'm not sure what you mean?"

Did she mean the Harmonious Ones?

[dog_of_the_sun]

Ammy pondered, trying to think of how to explain. Especially in her limited form. Tail twitching, her head tilted to the side as she concentrated.

Divine being? Worshipped by mortals?

Tapping carefully with her paw at the picture of the white knight like figure.

[dreamtamer]

Here Takato laughs a little as he shakes his head. "Oh no, we're not a god. And I don't think anyone worships us.If I had to explain..." He hums a little as he thinks. "Guilmon is like a dream that became real. I drew him, and he became alive. And Dukemon... Dukemon is who we became when I made a wish that I could fight with Guilmon. Dukemon is the person that we became together."

Takato's smile becomes sad now. "When we were Dukemon, it was so warm. I was a part of him, and I could feel the part of him that was Guilmon's heart as well. But Guilmon is gone now, and I can't find him."