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voidtreckerooc2020-08-17 07:45 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in 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.
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No, because the foundation of what you said just went way over my head. [She's lost.] I don't know what VR is, and that's the first basic failing of information here. [She presses against her temple, just under one of her horns. Is there any way she can analogue this?]
So Hikaru is... one person inhabiting two bodies on two worlds? Or something like that?
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VR... it stands for Virtual Reality. Think of it as a special pair of goggles he puts on his human body that brings his mind to Mundus.
Hikaru's problem right now is that all the Players on Mundus-Chimaera, which is particular Mundus he and his friends go to--and also the one Uncle lives on--are stuck on Mundus-Chimaera, because someone killed part of my sibling-grandparent, Io, and Io's function was to help people go back and forth between Earth and the Mundi.
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So because... somebody killed a part of another god, [skipping over what appears to be a fractal family tree?] Hikaru is unable to not be in this illusory world. And it's his... illusory self that's here, instead of his real body wearing the enchanted goggles?
What a wild train system, to be able to bring both gods into corporeality and mundane people into illusory forms.
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Io was able to cut off the part of him that took people to Mundus-Chimaera, so all the rest of the Mundi weren't affected in that way--but Io's the only one of us who can do that.
But yes. That's what happened to Hikaru. And all his friends. And everyone who goes to Mundus-Chimaera to play, which is thousands and thousands of people. So now their bodies on Earth are empty and it's... well, it's scary for them. But it's scary for me and my siblings too, because someone tried to kill one of us and if we die, the part of Mundus we oversee won't be taken care of anymore. And that could get really bad in time.
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And on top of all of that, somebody from your neck of the woods is trying to commit deicide... [Sheesh. And here, she thought her life was dramatic.] I'm sorry to hear that, Thorne. Never imagined it'd be easy to be a god, but compounded with all of this... whoof.
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So you see, that's why I can't smite Hikaru for flirting. He's very clever, almost as clever as we are, and maybe he'll be able to know what we have to do to stop the people who murdered Io-Chimaera. Or he'll be able to use his Player's perspective to figure it out.
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[Izzy whistles low.] High praise. But I can see him being the kind of pixie to... well, at least devote his life to it.
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