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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.
no subject
It's upstairs.
[ Upstairs means either lift or, well, stairs. Stairs...Hm. Lots of stairs. So.
If he bounces -
High enough -
Will he be able to hit the button for the lift -
With his claw? ]
Ouch!
[ The button lights up, having been pressed via forceful contact with....Wormmon's entire face. ]
no subject
Alright.
[He'd been thinking stairs himself, but evidently the critter is intent on the elevator, to the point of...personal damage. He extends a palm, and Wormmon will find himself floating easily in the air, as though gravity itself has taken a vacation, but only from him.]
[These powers do come in handy, on occasion.]
Perhaps you should ask for help in...high places. Otherwise, you may need the doctor yourself.
[Is that a joke? Well, he's trying. He enters the lift when it arrives, gently setting the critter on the floor of the lift as the door closes.]
no subject
[ Wormmon's legs skitter in the air, as if he thinks he's going to find anything to cling to there. But he doesn't seem to be in....danger.....and he's set down easily enough.
He looks up at Siebren, eyes wide. Did he do that? Wormmon didn't know humans could do that. ] Are you a magic doctor?
[ Going up. ]
no subject
Not as such. Consider it a unique ability.
[Ding! And the doors open.]
no subject
[ Wormmon lucked out! He found, clearly, the best and most useful doctor ever.
As soon as the doors are open wide enough for a stubby little larva body, he's wiggling on through, heading for a private bay in the middle of the carriage. ] It's this one! Ken-chaaaaan!
[ That last part was called into the door. ]
Ken-chaaaaan, I brought the doctor here to save you!!
no subject
[Still, he is here, and there's little else to be done for it. He raises his voice slightly so as to be heard through the door.]
What seems to be the problem?
no subject
[ There is a scuffling noise. And then - a young man opens the door, looking confused and somewhat embarrassed. ]
It's all right. There's really nothing to worry ab----
Ken-chan, your HAND!
...Ah. [ The young man raises said hand, to indicate the way two fingers are bound together in a splint. ] It doesn't hurt.
You don't have to play tough!
[ Wormmon pushes his way past the man, wiggles into the room, hops on the bed, picks up some square pieces of paper. A few of them have been folded and creased, but sloppily.
He turns around to show off the papers, a forlorn expression on his face. Tears bead in his eyes. ]
Doctor, fix Ken-chan's hand faster! Like this...he can't....
[ Wormmon swallows, emotional. ]
He can't do origami!
[ .....If it's any consolation, Siebren, "Ken-chan" is sort of staring too. ]