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

[dralchemist]

[Izzy literally has no idea what is happening right now, as rainclouds form above her and just start pouring. She's instantly soaked, as well as the bowl of slaw she was preparing, as well as all of her mise en place in her station. All that prep... ruined......

She turns around, sort of dumb struck, as she tries to figure out what's going on. Maybe the cowering kid with the naked cloudy punch ghost might have some answers.]

Kid, you're not filling me with any confidence here. You mean you can't just... turn it off? [that's how invoker powers work, right?]

[seacub]

It's...complicated?

[Maybe? Not really? What he really wants now is for the rain to stop. Easy. But he also wants the food to not he ruined. Not so easy? Can Weather even BE precise enough to remove water he just added?

....Apparently so, as the stand floats over to reach above the food- drawing the water back into the air and clearing the skies around it.

Not around much else though.]

I keep thinking about wanting the rain to stop but it really feels like I'm being ignored now...

[dralchemist]

[Sure, of course, it's complicated. Emporio's magic isn't Izzy's alchemy. It's not something she understands. She watches Weather Report carefully as it... un-rains... over the food. Which is great and all, but the dragon is still being rained on.

She crosses her arms over her chest and sighs.] Maybe it's a mood thing. I dunno much about invokers, but it's the only guess I've got. Besides, this much clean water is at least going to get the grime off the floors. Just hope it doesn't leak into the adjacent cars...

[seacub]

Maybe...? I...

[Alright he should probably start from the beginning of this explanation. Oddly, the calmer he gets, the more the rain settles into a more gentle drizzle. Maybe Izzy's onto something. Or maybe what little Weather has for a personality is just made for trolling] Weather Report's a Stand, but a 'humanoid' type. I'm...not really familiar with having one like that. The Stand I grew up with was just something I could do- like a super power.

[He looks over the floors, frowning.] ...I hope so. ...it feels more like I made a bigger mess...