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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.
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We can't do it right now. There's an item we need....
[ No Digivice = no evolution = a Ken who hasn't been able to help but try to determine why he and Wormmon would be summoned here deprived of that ability. Maybe they just have to be patient? Or maybe...there's something more? ]
But once we get it back, we'll stop all the darkness at all the stops. For sure.
Let's do what we can for now.
Yeah!
[ .....Ken's bandaged leg shifts. "What he can do for now" has had mixed results, thus far. (Not that he regrets it. The people he was saving got away.) ]
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[He stood back up, the rose-handled cane back in his hand.] Besides, you don't want to aggravate that kind of thing. Otherwise you'll end up walking as unevenly as I do and the only bright side is an excuse to literally speak softly and carry a big stick.
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[ ....But Ken will do as the Professor says instead of focusing on details to hide how self-conscious being done a favor makes him. He'd just been lectured on self-worth, hadn't he? He'll be good.
When Ken unwraps his bandages, Wormmon has to crawl back and hide his face, not a fan of the sight of bl--bl----of Ken-chan hurt. The gash in Ken's leg does seem to be healing, with no signs of infection, but....the boy still put himself between someone and the business end of a sword. He'd needed stitches. The stitches were very traumatic.
For Wormmon. ]
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[Waver frowned as he looked it over, brow furrowed in thought. Just a laceration, that wasn't too bad. Half to himself, he muttered:] Hm...might be a tall order to fix it entirely, but I can accelerate it a little. Less likely to open back up.
[Setting the cane aside for a moment, Waver held out his right hand--the back of which was marred by very faint old scars in a peculiar shape.]
Here's another saying from a philosopher I prefer: 'love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves'.
[the words of perhaps the greatest minds, indeed. A faint pale green glow emanated from his hand, and like a flame taking a moment to catch, the wound in Ken's leg pulled itself together a little more securely. A weird feeling, most likely, but not a painful one.]
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[ Ken's unintentional reversion to unhip old man is interrupted by the beginning of the healing process, however; he cuts himself off at the odd sensation. That...
Another thing Magecraft can do, then? Had he said "accelerate" it? If Mages can heal people, even a limited amount - but of course. There's always light where there's darkness. A world with a Holy Grail War has healing magic as well.
When the glow starts up, Wormmon peeps over Ken's shoulder. Just a little. Just a little eensy beensy teensy bit. His mandibles open. ]
....You fixed him.
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[this can not stand.]
Regardless--it's still going to need time to fully heal, so keep off it a little longer. My specialties aren't in things like this, so I can't just snap my fingers and put people back together.
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But he makes the attempt. It's stiff, and awkward, but it's better than not acknowledging how much this means to him at all. Not only will he recover more quickly, Waver did something for him! ] Thanks very much.
[ yeah this is
not a guy who knows music
Meanwhile, Wormmon is tapping his face with a claw. He brought Waver to help Ken-chan. Waver just made Ken-chan's leg heal faster.
Did Wormmon.......did Wormmon do even better at protecting Ken-chan than he thought??? ]
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[Another shrug.]
Didn't learn a trick like that to not use it, you know?
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[ ---Ken tilts his head to make room for the fact that Wormmon is now well over his shoulder.
And uh. Sparkling. In admiration. ]
.....~*~Professor!!~*~
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[well that's a new one]
Wasn't all that life-threatening as it stands, really? I just saved a few extra days stuck in bed, that's all.
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[ Is all Wormmon got out of that. Ken laughs nervously, patting Wormmon's head. ]
I'm sorry to have scared you so badly, Wormmon.