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voidtreckerooc2020-09-15 05:45 am
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Test Drive Meme 016
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.
Apple
"Ai! Young one, what are you doing up! You should still be resting. Sit, sit, my dear. Are you hungry?"
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"I - yes. A little." he admits, "I wanted to understand where I have been taken, that's all."
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"That is fair, but you must not strain your injuries! Does anything hurt, at the moment? And then you can ask me what you will, and I will try to answer."
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"My leg aches."
He is lucky that only his leg aches. Being thrown down a long flight of stone stairs is enough to kill someone.
"I know we are on a train and that we are meant to traverse between worlds. I just don't understand my purpose for being here."
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"Did that help?" She sits back on her heels to smile up at him.
"Ah, well, the purpose is to help people, or at least, that is the assumption! We're not exactly told." She smiles wryly. "But that is the basic principle of the missions - we stop somewhere that needs our help. And then we can give it, or not, as we please. But that is clearly why we are here."
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What he is not expecting is for the charms to work! The tension in his leg eases and he blinks at her in wonder.
"Y-Yes. You have my gratitude." he tries his best to bow to her while still seated. The motion looks a little silly and he knows it, his cheeks reddening.
"Cultivators are supposed to help others. Maybe I'm where I should be." he smiles faintly, trying not to think about any of the Jins.
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"There is no need for thanks. We must all look after each other, after all! Here, let me get you something light to eat." She reaches over to where she has some of the lembas that Glorfindel and her had made.
"Cultivators? Ah! You must be from Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian's world." And ... that guy. And the sassy girl who is apparently not as blind as she pretends.
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"Is that how everyone thinks?"
Meng Yao isn't accustomed to such selflessness. Everything in his life has come with a price attached. He takes the lembas and bites into it curiously.
"Mm?" he frowns in thought, recognizing the names belatedly, "I am. Are they present too? Is that how you know them?"
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"Well, perhaps not everyone." She sniffs, thinking of that guy. "But the majority of us... well. This is a very small space, you see. And people are from so many different places! It's easier if we try to get along, rather than the opposite. On a purely practical level, it means that we can help each other on missions. But more than that - why, it's a terrible thing, to live in a place where everyone is always fighting. Tis hard on the soul, that. And once you take the time to sit down and talk to someone, why, you might make a friend! And then it's easier all around."
She shakes her head with the wry exasperation of a mother who has seen far too much Stupid in her life. "People are people, no matter where you are. If you take the time to listen, I find more often than not, you'll have more things in common than not - if only my husband had paid more attention in his life!"
She nods. "Aye, they are. There are others, too, from their world. Or were! Folk come and go all the time, here."
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"I can be useful, my lady. Show me what needs doing and I will see it done." his expression hardens with determination, "Who will I fight with? I'm not strong enough for that."
But he is cunning enough. Underneath all of his humbleness, underneath his weakness, Meng Yao is, simply put, a genius. He knows how to manipulate others - how to use them to his benefit. But there is hope for him at this age; hope that he won't become a mass murdering psychopath.
"Is your husband present?" he fidgets with his robe, "I look forward to meeting everyone."
well, he won't be ^^'
(Humans are weird. They can DO that?)
"He was." Her face falls, grief sweeping through her eyes so strongly it seems to almost shake her hold on her physical body.
"He... left us, this platform stop. I suppose... he had learnt enough that the Doomsman called him back."
;n;
"Lady..." he hesitates before wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She might notice that he has a nice scent to him. He is a man who values his perfumes and soaps - a habit he learned in the brothel with his mother.
"I'm sorry for your loss." his forehead furrows, "Doomsman?"
Nerdanel is already unhappy ^^'
"Thank you darling. You're very kind, to a stranger."
She wipes her eyes and manages a smile.
"Mm. My husband ... died a long time ago." She breathes softly. "He has been in the Doomsman's care ever since, and they say he may not ever be released until the End of Days. To see him here was... very much unexpected. But he has shown me that he regrets, that he has learnt and grown, and changed, and it gives me hope that perhaps one day he will coming walking down the road to my house as he did once, long ago, and hold me again in truth."
;; Mama Elf nooo
"Are you saying the dead can be...brought back?" he isn't sure how to feel about that. Are those who passed as they were? Or changed?
"I hope he returns to you, too. Death would be...a great teacher." Yao gives her a comforting smile, "Despite his mistakes, he still has your love?"
to play up the fading of grief aspect on platform day yes/no?
"Well... death for my people is not the same as yours." She smiles at him. "You... we call you humans Strangers or Visitors, sometimes, because when you die... you leave. We don't know where. But my folk... we are bound to the world, until it's ending. Death for us is only.. a stop in the journey. So, in time, once you are healed enough to return, the Doomsman and his wife open the Doors of Rebirth and allow you to return."
Straightening, she nods.
"I swore to him forever, and I meant it. I was unsure if I could forgive him. But I love him enough to try, provided he was willing to try as well.
;n; This guy would understand that all too well.
"I...wish...we were given such a choice." Meng Yao can't help feeling a bit bitter, his countenance darkening. But the shadow doesn't last long - just a flicker and he is back to looking sympathetic.
"Your love can overcome. Mistakes can be forgiven."
He has to believe that. Otherwise...
Aren't they all alone?
daww
"What is it that I have heard people say? The grass is always greener on the other side... Tis true, you know. You are not the first mortal to have wished for what we have. But to live as we do, tied unending to the world until it breaks or we do... we envy you too, you know." She murmurs. "Valinor staves off the weariness of the body, somewhat, but for the weariness of the soul there is no relief, not until the Final Battle."
Especially if you have no one to wait with.
"If the other is willing to work to better themselves." She agrees. "I would not have taken him back if he had been as he was at the end, fey and terrible, consumed by fury and unable to look beyond his own pain. But the Feanaro who greeted me here was closer to the young prince who courted me, long ago. Tired and weary but with clear eyes once again."