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

[light_of_willpower]

He let out a sigh of relief, head hanging with it as he sagged a bit. "That's a relief." Trunks even found a half-grin as he looked at her again. "I can stand around and look bright and know what to do with a sword, absolutely."

[nutkrusher]

Cassie nods and chuckles again, pleased to see she'd gotten a reaction. (Though "bright" wasn't the adjective she'd used, Trunks).

"Great. So let's get you into that armor already."

[light_of_willpower]

There were those blue-eyes widening again for a moment, before he shook his head out. Then reached up to brush his bangs from his eyes. "Right, padding first yes?" He'd managed to find a dark blue gambeson jacket and pants that looked like they'd fit. Reminding him of what he already wore was just a bonus.

"I'll get changed as this stuff looks simple." Heading towards one of the curtained dressing area.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie nods. "I've got some picked out for myself as well. I'll meet you back when we've put on our gambesons."

[light_of_willpower]

"Deal." It was a relief to not be in the Train's uniform. Granted, he had his saiyan armor and his normal clothes in 2 of his 3 capsules, but he couldn't wear them all the time either. The padded jacket and pants weren't too difficult to figure out how to put on, thankfully. Bulkier than he was used to though, and when he exited the dressing area he was frowning a bit.

Stretching out slightly, careful while swinging his arms... He still had a good range of motion, but not as much as he'd like. The padded bulk also felt odd, but at least didn't fit too oddly on his frame.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie, meanwhile, emerges looking entirely more confident. Indeed, almost as though she's used to wearing padded fencing outfits.

"Looks like it fits."

[light_of_willpower]

"You look more comfortable in it than I am." Trunks commented as he looked up and over at her. Then back down, as he held out his arms and mimed some swings. More focused on fit and getting used to the garment, than on how the padding moved or shifted over flexed muscle.

[nutkrusher]

"Yeah, I'm a regular fashion plate."

Cassie looks him over, looking very casual about the whole affair. She is looking at his form, mostly. She is, in fact, capable of being professional.

"You'd be surprised how quickly it starts feeling natural."

[light_of_willpower]

"Armor isn't exactly the height of fashion." Trunks murmured. "The train's sense of fashion also is kind of lacking. I'm sure you can look good when you want to." Again, completely not thinking about how that would sound.

His form, aside from getting used to the garment, is smooth. He was trained young and trained well; clearly he's a natural. Finally satisfied enough, as he looks back up to meet her with a smile and a thumbs up.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie raises an eyebrow at that last remark. Then her face settles back into a smirk.

"Are you implying I don't look good now?"

She dares you to answer that, Trunks.

[light_of_willpower]

Oh those eyes are blinking in surprise, then widening slightly in fear. Smile leaving as he kind of goes...surprised. That wasn't how he'd meant it and oh crapbaskets. "Um...not what I meant." Murmured, ducking his head while reaching up to scratch at his neck in awkward nerves. "You look comfortable and like you belong in this kind of clothing. What I meant was you probably can look more fashionable if you wanted to."

[nutkrusher]

Cassie snickers. Poor Trunks - if only he weren't cuter when he squirms.

"Glad for the clarification, Trunks. I actually think you'll look pretty strapping when you put the plate on."

[light_of_willpower]

Wait what? Really? There is yet one more deer-in-head-lights glance, and then his head ducking more as he blushes bright red. "...Thank you."

Oh kami what now...

[nutkrusher]

Cassie's expression is one of triumph. She is clearly the victor in this exchange.

"How about I put mine on first? Then you'll have an idea of how it all works."

[light_of_willpower]

Sad thing is, he didn't even know it was a fight. Not fair, Cassie. "That would help, thanks..." Just going to keep his head ducked so he can hide behind his bangs until his blush goes away. And cross his arms, so he won't fidget.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie starts by strapping on the greaves and cuisse. She doesn't need help with this - it's basically like putting on shinguards.

She holds the cuirass, marked with a green dragon symbol over the chest, and slides into it with the shoulder straps open.

"Care to strap me in?"

[light_of_willpower]

It's probably another victory, that he doesn't respond verbally. But Trunks does walk over, and move to examine how. Then carefully moves to help strap her armor on. His blush has faded by about half.

"I think I'm glad my usual stuff stretches."

[nutkrusher]

"Funny thing is, I think this might be a little lighter than some body armor I've worn," Cassie says. "Though we tend to go lighter for Outworld missions. Not many guns there."

[light_of_willpower]

"Outworld?" It was the obvious question, as Trunks started tightening the strap carefully. "I've only worn the saiyan armor my mom made. It's what I was wearing for the tournament when I was brought here."

Oh good, his blush was fading more with the distraction.

[nutkrusher]

"Another dimension," Cassie says. "They've tried to invade Earthrealm a few times before. Their current ruler is less of a dick, but from time to time we've still gotta track down bad guys there. Some of them from Earthrealm. I can tell you the whole story, but you're probably gonna want to be wearing more comfortable pants for that, 'cause it's a long one."

[light_of_willpower]

"Maybe when this is done then." A pause, as he moved to a different strap. "I'm familiar with alternate timeline dimensional travel, and travel to other planets, if it helps."

[nutkrusher]

"I've...heard a couple things about the first one," Cassie says. Mostly what her dad had told him about what Raiden had told him. It seemed pretty confusing. She'd tried to ask Raiden about it, but he...well, was Raiden.

"Also the afterlife. Know a couple things about that. The boss of Hell came up and tried to start shit. I beat his ass."

[light_of_willpower]

"Good. I'm familiar with an afterlife from stories, but never had to deal with anyone from it myself." Very easily accepting that she could kick ass of someone that high up.

"The tournament I mentioned was actually in the alternate past from my own timeline. I went back to help try and stop the world from becoming hell. The tournament was new though, as things didn't go the way I'd heard they had. We're trying to save the world now from Cell destroying it, hence the tournament." One last strap, and then he's stepping back and looks normal for him again.

[nutkrusher]

"The story sounds familiar," Cassie says, holding her arms out to test out her range of motion.

"Do you know a big green guy named Piccolo?"

[light_of_willpower]

"Yes." Trunks said easily, head tilting. "I didn't know you knew him too." Duh Trunks, they were all on a train together? He'd sensed the Namekian himself.