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]

Unless she's hiding her power-level, like he is, then no she won't be. But he won't say that. "So besides talking funny, what was your plan going in to this?" Sliding his arm up, and holding still while she tightened it.

[storms_eye]

Ok, hearing it but so succinctly and so plainly caused her to blush feverishly. "That wasn't my only plan!" Finally having found something to take exception to. It was a good thing that she was tightening this around his arm instead of his neck because she accidentally pulled it to tight out of nerves.

He might not have even noticed it however given the difference in their strengths. "I do actually know how to ride- so there's that." A horse she means, not whatever these creatures are.

[light_of_willpower]

"Then you're a step ahead of me. Unless it's a motorcycle or car." Trunks replied, raising an eyebrow at the blush.

[storms_eye]

It was hard not to get embarrassed by the subject matter. It wasn't as if she secretly was a kungfu master or a fencing champion. Far from either. She averted her gaze again.

"My aunt insisted on those horse riding lessons, but I didn't really complain." Truthfully she liked the experience, and adored animals so win/win. "I also didn't think they'd ever come in handy."

[light_of_willpower]

"But you enjoyed them, and that's kind of worth it on it's own, right?" Trunks replied with a hint of smile.

[storms_eye]

To that she gave a light nod. After a moment of silence, she couldn't help grinning, "I would have been so upset if my mom had said no." Really, her mom had been the hardest to win over.

[light_of_willpower]

"I'm glad you were able to continue then." And Trunks genuinely was glad that wherever she was from, her life was peaceful enough she could do things like riding lessons and go to conventions. That kind of peace, was what he was trying to find for his own world, and trying to preserve for the past of the other world.

[storms_eye]

That sort of self-sacrificing nature was something to be admired. Little did she know that he was an actual participant in trying to change his world's future for the better. "Thank you."

"Ready for the other arm?" Lifting up the last vambrace. "At least on this style it doesn't matter which arm you put it on." Unlike the greaves.

[light_of_willpower]

An 'actual' and very active participant, considering he went back in time to try and change things. Or at least prevent his 'world' from happening to another timeline. He didn't really view it as self-sacrificing so much as what he had to do.

"Right." Trunks held up his other arm to slide on the vambrace and get help lacing it. "I can probably handle it after this, thank you."

[storms_eye]

Indeed! It was true that Trunks's situation hadn't left many options available to him, but he could have turned his back on everything and tried to save himself. There was still something about his character that hadn't allowed him to turn away.

Silvia finished lacing up the other vambrace, then stood back to inspect her work. "Mm, most pieces aren't too hard to finagle but you can definitely see why knights often relied on squires."

[light_of_willpower]

"Is that a fancy term for servant?" Trunks was sure he learned this at some point, but he couldn't remember for certain. Nor did he mind asking questions now.

[storms_eye]

"Sort of." She chuckled then elaborated. "Squires were essentially knights-in-training, so a part of their duties involved helping the knight with their armor, and various odd jobs."

[light_of_willpower]

"I'm sure I learned this at some point, and just forgot." Probably he'd had other things on his mind too. "I definitely prefer the armor I have already, I think. Much easier to put on solo."

[storms_eye]

"Oh yeah, probably. It's not like it's super important to know it or anything." Giving him a pass on that. "It's probably tougher too." Since it seemed more futuristic and therefore better.

[light_of_willpower]

"I mean, I hope it's pretty tough, considering what it has to stand up against." Trunks murmured with a soft laugh. "I have it, and my regular clothes, in capsules in my backpack."

[storms_eye]

Was that another mention to the monsters, the martial arts tournament or both? "No way? You got to bring all that with you?"

[light_of_willpower]

Both. "I mean, why wouldn't I? They were in my capsule case." Trunks is puzzled by the question. "Oh, and my mini-fridge. That's in there in it's usual capsule. I'm kind of concerned about where the time-machine is, since it's NOT in its usual capsule..."

[storms_eye]

There was that word again. He kept saying capsules but that was bringing up what she assumed to be an entirely incorrect image. "So... when you're talking capsules, you don't mean like what you would get out of a gashapon machine, right? Just to make sure we're on the same page." Those she was familiar with, because you could collect cute little figures via those. Yeah- she still wasn't getting it. How could he fit a mini fridge in his rucksack?!

That last one though had her blinking a few times in rapid succession as she puzzled over the notion. "Did you say time machine?"

[light_of_willpower]

"I did." Trunks reached up and rubbed his neck in embarrassment. "It's complicated. And I sort of mean like you get from the machine, but not. These are a tech my grandfather invented, and allow storage of almost anything non-living."

[storms_eye]

To talk about time travel so casually..... it was rather baffling. Silvia struggled for a follow up question, so for now she allowed the shift to the capsules. "So, they're bigger on the inside." The concept had at least been introduced to her through the intellectual medium.... known as sci fi. Cough. "We could use something like that where I'm from."

[light_of_willpower]

"Sort of. I'd be happy to discuss what I can about the tech later. I admit, I don't understand as much as my mother or grandfather--but they're the geniuses in the family." This was an easier subject than time travel, that was for sure.

[storms_eye]

The gentle reminder that they were meant to be doing something else at this moment hadn't gone unnoticed. Oh- right! The tournament. "They must be if they've found a way to carry something massive inside something tiny."