Test Drive Meme 016

[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!

Silence in the Library

The library is a double carriage. Downstairs is brightly-coloured, with cover posters across the walls, tables and chairs in the strong colours of the team uniforms, and a wooden model train placed as though winding its way through the carriage with carriages of shelves in tow. The walls are shelving, and beanbags litter the floor. Upstairs is quieter, rows of nonfiction shelves with private desks at the end of each row; the sound up here is muffled.

You don't know who, you don't know why, but someone or something has had a bad power day. How do you know? Well, the fact that the characters of any book you read keep coming to life as tiny versions of themselves and running riot around the carriage... that might have been a clue.

You just wish you'd picked a different book before realising it.

An Apple a Day

Medical is another double carriage, though it boasts one of the few person-sized lifts on the train as well as stairs. On the bottom floor, two of the three rooms are examination rooms, with simple beds, equipment and first-aid capacity. The third is a surgical bay, albeit a simpler one than some passengers may anticipate. All three rooms have ICPs with instructions and manuals for all equipment and a number of medical procedures.

Upstairs, there are four private recovery rooms, with a medical bed and an accessible en-suite. It's possible to check a passenger into one of these rooms, at which point they cannot leave until discharged by the person who checked them in.

Which, unfortunately, you are entirely aware of. You've been here for three days, and you're climbing the walls. But that'll teach you to get injured in such a stupid way. Or so they hope.

Sprockets and Skysong

In which a train arrives among the smokestacks of Little Underpool with some unexpected visitors.

Little Underpool is a township on Void world #30630687444. Caught up in the middle of what appears to be a series of industrial revolutions, the world is in a state of constant, chaotic innovation. Currently, that means that there is a power struggle going on between the skywhaling megacorporation Scrimshaw Inc and the Zephyr Company, an airship manufacturer, over control of the skies above Underpool, and the rapidly diminishing population of skywhales, whose bones are used in most modern airships, and whose blood is a key fuel source for a great number of new devices and engines. The voidtreckers are, this mission, to rescue the whales, rather than any humanoids.

Team One

Infiltrating Scrimshaw Inc, this team's job is to sabotage the tracking drones used to locate the whale pods, to allow the great beasts to migrate successfully away from Underpool. The offices of the corporation are in a series of spiralling brass and bone towers in the centre of the town, connected by exposed cable bridges that run to dizzying heights. Their clockwork guards are numerous, but often faulty, and highly vulnerable to tinkering.

Team Two

This team's job is to hijack some of the Zephyr Company's airships, and use them to defend the whale pods closest to Underpool. Several pods contain whale calves, and cannot evacuate as fast as the larger bachelor groups. The airships are light, and handle well, but their oddly organic design can be rather unsettling. The primary weapons are harpoons and short-range bomb slings, both as deadly against other airships as they are against their original targets.

Team Three

The final team's task is less direct - they must go among the populace of Underpool and spread unrest, redirecting the attention of the people towards the plight of their nonhuman neighbours in the sky, and the wrongdoings of their resident megacorporations. The people are not aware that the whales are an entirely sentient species, which appears to be a deliberate obfuscation by the town's council and sponsors. Your job is to change that.

Comments

Not JUST Jeri Ryan, but with screencaps from Warehouse 13. Very nice. :P

[logic_above_all]

"I doubt," came his voice, "that if they can actually hear you, that they will understand.

He unfolded himself from his chair, hands precisely moving behind his back, moving to observe her particular little demons.

"Remarkably lifelike facsimile, aren't they?"

She played Sonya in MK legacy so it just fit XD

[soldier_blade]

"They seem to understand me well enough," She scowled, eyeing the creatures. Indeed, they did seem to know she was talking about them, but apparently too wrapped up in their own arguments to give her much regard. "They're like small children..or wet-eared enlisted troops."

The ones that made it past Basic, but were still untried and yet somehow thought they were tough shit. Sonya found herself thinking to when she was just over Cassie's age and it was her turn to teach them otherwise-those were good times.

Though, now she was beginning to see that not all of what was written about demons was lying; contrary to what the tiny figures were ranting about, they were arrogant nuggets.

Deciding to test the theory, Sonya reached for another book and made like she was about to smash one of them, causing the rest to scatter. She set it down with a slight smirk.

[logic_above_all]

"Seem," he repeated, with just a bit of a sigh in his voice, "what a prescient choice of words." The military mind. Though this woman was something else, besides. Something he would not speculate on, without more facts.

"Nor will hitting this particular problem alleviate it," he added, pushing the book further aside so they would return. "Observation will stand us in much better stead."

He continued, before any protest could be lodged. It was a technique that usually worked with Lestrade.

"We cannot presume these figures are alive, or not, for we have no evidence of either - a facsimile could achieve much the same, if powered by a sufficiently advanced engine." He dismisses magic for the moment, of course. Both because the very idea is anathema to him, and also deeply unsatisfying even if it is the case.

Nothing in the world is a less interesting explanation for something, to a mind like his, than 'a wizard did it' or some variation thereupon. What a dreadful and profound lack of imagination.

[soldier_blade]

She would've appeared something else; though the subject of her study was of the supernatural, nothing in her appearance or manner gave the impression of a woman prone to dreaming or flights of fancy. Even in the assigned clothes provided, she's put together and her hair's up in sleek braid-not even a crease. Her age could be anywhere from forty to fifty years old, given the serious look in her eyes, but it's obvious to anyone that she's extremely fit, with well-defined arm muscles, and scars from abrasions or burns.

Add into that her choice of words, Sherlock would agree she was a professional (of some sort) who wasn't to be trifled with.

Right now though, she's observing the beings as he is, with a look that's almost amused. "In my experience, what constitutes as 'alive' and 'not alive' is something of a grey area."

And by the way she said it, there was a lot of experience and the grey area was the size of a football field.

[logic_above_all]

Soldier, without doubt. The bearing gives it away. An officer, too - obviously not of his time, given her look, from a time when women can rise to command. Interesting, in itself, but an aside for the moment. Not to be trifled with, certainly - but from a set of mind that was often...problematic, to deal with. Still, he could naught but continue.

"A matter for future consideration," he responded, eyes not leaving the little figures, reaching out a hand to slowly turn the open book, to see if they turn with it and need to adjust. "But let us, for the moment, avoid attempting to create the latter."

[soldier_blade]

The figures don't turn as the pages, but find themselves reacting to the events on the pages. Watching it reminded Sonya of one of those comedy plays she'd see in town; where the actors would sometimes interact with prompts from the audience.

Part of her was tempted to smash one of them, see what happened, but even she wasn't that sadistic (however much the newer enlisted might think otherwise). Instead, she figured she really would treat them as children-and ignore them.

She closed the book and turned her attention to the man, noting not just his accent but the way he spoke. "Is this your field of study back home, or are you more of a traditionalist when it comes to science?"

The way he approached this, methodical but not entirely by the book, Sonya wondered if he wasn't in the educational sphere-perhaps a professor of sorts.

[logic_above_all]

Well. There was an interrupted experiment. He sighed and stood, folding his hands behind his back.

"I have many fields of inquiry. Most of them crafted uniquely by myself."

He offered a hand, politely.

"Sherlock Holmes, at your service."

[soldier_blade]

She stared at him; had it not been for her time on the Train, she would've called bullshit or just assumed the man's parents were just serious fans of detective novels and just happened to have the last name of Holmes.

Unfortunately, she was too experienced and had been on the train long enough to know better.

"Sonya Blade," She finally said, still somehow able to compose herself (thanks in part to having to deal with countless meetings with other Generals and military leaders) and keep her face somewhat nuetral. "And, actually, from the twenty-first century, but you might be flattered-or annoyed-to know that your stories proceed you even that far into the future."

Not a complete lie. She had read his stories in the past, knew they were written in a journal format thanks to Dr. Watson. For all anyone knew, someone did decide to take said journals and publish them into actual books.

"Admittedly, I pegged you as something of a professor," She thought a moment. "Biology or Forensics if I had to make a guess."

Which, she wasn't entirely wrong; just happened that Holmes wasn't a professor.

[logic_above_all]

He sighed. "More on the side of annoyed. Watson is a wonderful friend and companion, but his embellishments do taint the process so."

"Still," he continued, hands moving behind his back again, "if some instruction is still gained in the field of observation and deduction, then there remains some merit to it. And your mistake is natural."

[soldier_blade]

"They were published into actual books," She said with a slight grin. "And movies as well. So, in all likelihood there would be a lot more embellishing-sells better."

Something she picked up really quickly being married to a movie star; who cared about historical accuracy compared to drama or visuals.

She eyed the books, noting with some interest that the figures were becoming..not translucent, but..fading, like some other effect in film editing.

"Well, a number of colleges where I'm from do offer degrees in subjects like forensics, criminology, as well as criminal justice-just to name a few." And that wasn't counting the smaller areas of study. "So the stories did do some good, if probably unintentional."

Real or fictional, the Sherlock Holmes stories did help in giving blue prints to investigators.

[logic_above_all]

Wonderful. So it got even worse - but so it was, after one's own time.

"Then some of my original purpose was preserved. That is to the good, at least."

[soldier_blade]

"Couldn't give you the entire history," Military history was more her forte than criminology or the history of the police force. "But suffice to say, your methods worked, and at point as the say goes 'you can't beat 'um, you join 'um."

Instead of fighting off his methods, the police force decided to implement them. "Now, M16 and its American equivalent, the CIA and FBI, those I'm more knowledgeable in."

Mostly because at some point, due to the more diplomatic,non-combative, and international duties of the OIA, they've had to deal with all such organizations.

[logic_above_all]

A sop to his ego, certainly. And he notes each name certainly - though all of it is a little bit beyond the immediate realm of concern.

"Naturally. They were expertly crafted and tested."

What more need be said on the matter?