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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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My apologies. There's just too little to go on to be certain.
Don't feel bad, Ken-chan.
[ Regretful worm pats. The last thing Wormmon EVER wants to do is make Ken-chan feel bad about himself!
But, to Wormmon's relief....
The thinky expression has not quiiiite left Ken's face. ]
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That's sensible. [She nodded.] I think there is enough to suggest that our worlds are connected, though.
[She had an idea how, but... she didn't want to turn the mood sour. After all, why would you suggest that she knows Japanese terms because humans died out 12,000 years ago?]
[Better to change the subject.]
Can I touch you, Wormmon?
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[ Sorry, Wormmon had been Kensitting. Can she -
He looks up at Ken-chan, then back at Eight. She seems nice, and she believed him when he said Ken-chan was amazing. Therefore! She's okay! ]
Sure.
[ Ken holds Wormmon out for Eight to touch. He may not have been able to determine anything about the connection between theirs, but if he starts to wonder about her curiosity... ]
Are you interested in other worlds?
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Mmn! Well... [Her palms gently rubbed Wormmon's face before stroking the top of his head.] ...sure! Now that I know I can interact with them... [When you become how your world is small and limited and that there is entirely different cultures and people that are beautiful in their own way, you come to recognize how limited your thinking was.]
It's exciting, isn't it? To go to a place you've never known... to meet people you never would have... to make new friends.
What about you, Ken? Wormmon?
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[ Wormmon also likes being rubbed, so this is a pretty good deal! ] Someday Ken-chan's going to take me skiing in Australia!
[ She's....probably not going to know where that is, but Ken isn't about to embarrass Wormmon by pointing that out. Answering the question takes priority, anyway. ]
Making new friends is enjoyable.
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It is.
[She gave Wormmon one final pat before pulling away.]
It was very nice to meet you, Ken. And Wormmon.
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[ PATS!
Ken smiles. He hasn't given up on figuring out the connection between their worlds, either. Just because he doesn't have an answer now doesn't mean he won't someday.
He wants to live up to what Wormmon had promised. ]
Is it all right if we ask for your name, too?
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My apologies, that was inconsiderate. [She offered a small bow.] I go by Eight.
i stg i checked but i looked again and they did swap names aaargh
[ Ken bows back, and Wormmon gives an antenna-bob. So their worlds have this in common, too.
...But why just Japan? ]
I'd like to hear more about your world sometime.
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Okay. [She nods.] And maybe you can tell me about your worlds, too.
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Yeah!
...Though, I'd like to inquire, if you don't mind...
[ Ken has been holding himself back, figuring this question, in the grand scheme of things, doesn't matter. But it does. It matters to him.
There is a parallel that matters very much indeed. ]
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Then, the pinnacle of culture! Will she also be able to share in this, the most exquisite of
old manJapanese hobbies: ]Would your world happen to have hot springs?
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...yes. Yes, we do.
[But something about that would make it apparent she wasn't especially fond of them...]
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[ Ken sighs, pleased. Whatever the root cause of their worlds' parallels might be, it had the taste to include such a crucial element. ]
How splendid.....
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Had her tone been off? ]
--Is something the matter?
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I'm... not a huge fan of them... [Especially since there was no faster way for a body made out of ink to get splatted than to submerge in a large volume of water.]
[She sighed.] I'm sorry. The Jellies seem to enjoy the hot springs a lot, though.
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The world is full of mysteries. But she does look sincerely sorry, and Ken feels bad. ]
It's nothing you need to apologize for. I'm just happy they exist.
Ken-chan's hobby is relaxing! Sometimes we sit on the veranda and watch the sun for hours and hours.
Mm.
[ neither of them seem to find anything amiss with this habit ]
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Sometimes... I like to wake up early and head out to a lookout over the sea and watch the sun rise. The salt water spray comes rising up and it smells good. And you can see the day start anew and wonder "what does today have in store for me?"
[She smiles a sad, happy smile. A memory of a helicopter rising to meet an island platform. A lifetime and a heartbeat ago.]
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[ And Eight sounds like she loves it a lot.
...That's right, isn't it. That's the most important thing. No matter what the reasons are why they've been called here, or why their worlds may overlap in some areas and not others, there's meaning simply in being able to care for one's home.
And if others' homes are endangered, and the Voidtrecker Express needs Ken to help with that....
He'll ride it as long as it needs him to. ]
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[Her hands have clawed tips but practiced hands are reaching carefully not to scratch him. They gently fold into a cup with her hands and she beckons him to look into it.]
I may not like hot springs, but they are a memory. They are special to you, and you need to keep them in your heart. One day you may forget. Maybe its because of time. Maybe it is by someone's design. But if you keep them here, in the deep place where the soul resides, you will be able to feel them even when they seem lost.
Try to feel them. They are the precious things that make you. And when you face the dark and scary things, they will help you.
[Tenderly her hands give Ken's a light squeeze.]
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[ How many times has he thought similar things? How many times has he been aware that nothing is absolute, how important it is to soak up every moment of the present while he has it before it becomes the past, irretrievable....
And the mention of "someone's design"....
Could it be, that she, like him....?
Ken's hands squeeze Eight's back. There's a strength in them, but his grip is gentle. ]
That's true. Nothing treasured by a heart is ever really gone. The good, and the bad, it's all a part of us.
[ Wormmon, meanwhile, is looking at those clasped hands. And the bug, is, uh, a little bug-eyed. Th-this mood--!! And Ken-chan's clasping her hands in return---!!!!!! ]
Hey. What are you doing....?
Had to make a new icon for this one -- THANKS WORMMON
[And then Wormmon said what he did.]
[Suddenly Eight became aware of what this situation looked like. A boy and a girl (and Wormmon) holding hands in a train car surrounded by flowers. Almost like they were... they were...]
[Ink started to flush into Eight's face, turning her skin the same color magenta as her tentacle hair. Oh cod. Oh cod... did she lead him on? Was this too much too soon? Carp, it does, doesn't it. Ohhh ship. Ship ship ship...]
[Her cool thoroughly lost, the octogirl pulled away, trying not to make the moment any worse. She clutched her hands to her chest.] AIII... I'm glad... you feel that way!!
[She needed a tactical retreat...]
he is, perhaps, a trifle needy
Ken feels like he just missed something, so he smiles, somewhat helplessly. ]
Thanks for calling out to me, Eight-chan. I'm glad we m-
Ken-chan, Ken-chan!
....Wormmon?
[ Why are is his partner crawling around onto his front? ]
My claws are cold! Hold them!
[ And Wormmon, gripping Ken's torso with four sets of legs, holds up the top set.
--Ken kinda has to take them, doesn't he? ]
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[And in a second, the girl shifted from being a girl to being... rather giant-sized octopus. The tentacles coil tightly to the ground and with a single leap she shoots away in a burst of magenta ink--right into the door on the far side of the garden car.]
[There's a soft thud and a low "ow..." when the girl rematerialized from a blanket of ink. An unsteady hand reached for the door's handle before she booked a hasty retreat.]
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