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

[extrasaltypotato]

"Perfectly. It's the distinction between brewing and alchemy."

He pauses for a second, then turns with his wand and tries to reset the target with what she might recognize as Mage Hand. It works, and that's a joy to him.

"Have you been on the train long? Or found the dining car? We seem to have a truly ludicrous amount of chocolate candy at the moment."

[lafemmejulie]

"Indeed, as long as one remembers that either one can create something to knock you flat!"

Oh, she does recognize that one.

"Ah, I am new here. I am always open to new experiences, especially those that let me learn new and interesting songs - one never knows, with my talents, what it might end up doing or being. And I have encountered the chocolate." She sighs a deep, heavy, (overly dramatic,) sigh. "Mon dieu, have I encountered it."

[extrasaltypotato]

"We really do need to speak to the wholesalers - last month I gather it was more carrots than any number of men or lapines could chew through."

[lafemmejulie]

"One can make many things from carrots. Chocolate... it has a certain flavor that can be quite overpowering if done incorrectly. And then for one to melt it and put it over chicken... that must count as blasphemy somewhere."

A delicate palate does not agree too well with chicken in a chocolate mole sauce at first touch.

[extrasaltypotato]

"I will not have you disparage a delicacy of the people of Technoticlan. Admittedly they used raw cocoa, which is, on its own, bitter..."

He may be taking the piss a little bit.

"From what I understand we'll manage to get a bit of adventuring in, as well. Whoever plots the course for this train likes to meddle and pull into stations that have need of help."

[lafemmejulie]

"I have no idea who those people are, sir, but rest assured that I, for one, will not be taking it away from them."

She nods. "Adventuring is always a thing. One finds new songs, new inspirations, and possibly new pains, but such is the way of the world, yes?"