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Test Drive 017

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!

Pumpkin Patch

It seems the ingredient of the month is pumpkins. The store room is full of them, in all sort of sizes all ready to be made into delicious meals. Pumpkin soup, roasted pumpkin seeds, stuffed pumpkin, pumpkin pancakes, pumpkin pie. All the recipes are on the ICP and are easy enough to follow, even for those who have never seen a pumpkin before in their life.

Get cooking or perhaps passengers from worlds with Halloween festivals wish to carve the pumpkins first, creating grotesque faces or fancy works of art.

Hopefully no one eats a masterpiece!

Movie Wars

The Cinema carriage is as tall as a double carriage, but has only the one floor. Instead it features sloped seating. To enter the carriage from the sleeper carriage side you must first go upstairs. You enter at the top of the carriage, in the centre aisle with paired seating sloping downwards on either side. On the opposite wall there is a large screen and there is a door to the left of the screen once you get to ground level, to allow you into the next carriage.

On the right of the screen there is an ICP and in this carriage it has a catalogue of films and TV series. There are hundreds to chose from.

Hundreds of films to chose from and hundreds of passengers to share it with. Choosing what to watch can be difficult, agreeing what to watch can be impossible.

Are they a fan of Merry Little Voidtrain- the long running cartoon series about a Voidtrain and captain Kheli. Or perhaps a hard hitting drama about cross alien-species romance. Or an action film? A heal tapping musical about robot mice?

Choose a film, try not to argue, grab some popcorn and hope your fellow cinema goers understand cinema etiquette...

Spookstown

A series of mysterious events have struck a small town. The Voidtreckers are in need of help.

The train has brought the Voidtreckers to the town of Carcel. It is a small town with a small population in a world that is low in technology. A town of cobbled streets lined with gas lanterns. The occasional carriage drawn by strange creatures with six legs and long necks. The town is far away from any of the larger population centres of the world and yet it is here where the Voidtreckers must help.

A series of strange disappearances have rocked the town. People vanishing, sometimes from the streets but more recently from their own homes. To make matters worse the town is plagued by ghosts, invisible yet dangerous. They attack by manipulating the environment, throwing knives, tables and even people across a room. The town has descended into chaos and are in desperate need of help.

Team One

There has been some investigation into the missing people and there have been rumours of cries for help in the woods.

A thick, dark, slightly scary woods. The townspeople who are left have lanterns to borrow and promises that the path is safe and easy to follow. Don't worry about that howling, it's just the wind...

Team One must make their way through the woods to find the missing townspeople. Unfortunately for the Voidtreckers the cries and calls for help don't come from the safe paths and so they must move through the undergrowth to find the lost and confused townspeople. What's that creaking noise? Is that a shadow? What lurks in the bushes?

Team Two

Back in the village team two must try and help the villagers who are plagued by ghosts. The ghosts roam around unhindered by walls or doors. Sometimes they are just mischievous, blowing out lanterns, knocking books off shelves. Other times they are violent, throwing objects, throwing people, locking people in or out of their houses.

Protecting people against invisible enemies is no easy task. Help the town gather together, set up barricades, try and hide any dangerous objects before they can be used against the townspeople.

Or perhaps try out some traditional ghostbusting techniques. What harm can it do?

Team Three

Of course all this must have been caused by something. It seems some of the towns teenagers had found a strange cave in their ramblings not a week before. It had been full of strange objects, small gems, daggers, ancient books.

All the sort of things that probably should not be taken from their ancient resting place but of course someone had taken something. Maybe. Few of the teenagers are willing to talk and those that do are unwilling to get their friends into trouble.

Investigate, try and convince them to do the right thing. Round up the items that have been taken and return them to the cave. Hopefully that will end this nightmare!

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Pumpkins

Much like all other saiyans and half-saiyans, Bulla had a considerable appetite. So when trying to plan for meals, and factoring in the necessity to feed more than just herself, she'd gone a little overboard with assembling the materials needed for a full meal. There were pie dishes, several large pots for soup set out on the stove burners, and she appeared to be setting up something reminiscent of an assembly line for preparing all of this.

"Hi!" she called out to someone peeking in on her. She raised her hand to wave before gesturing to her handiwork. "Mind giving me a hand? I thought it might go faster with two or three people."

Movie Wars

Although Bulla glanced through some of the movies, none of them really captured her attention. Instead, what she looked at with great interest was a reality television series focused on top fashion and makeovers.

"This looks pretty good," she remarked cheerfully. "But if you don't like it, we can always switch to something else after a couple of episodes."

Spookstown - Team Two

It was hard to say why the ghosts were tormenting the poor citizens of Carcel. Had someone done something to offend the ghosts? Or was this something that had just happened? Rather than immediately focusing on fighting them, Bulla decided it might be best to try more peaceful methods of solving problems. Fighting them might only agitate them further and make things worse for the townsfolk.

"I wonder if we can get the ghosts to communicate with us somehow," she mused. "We already know they can pick objects up, and it's pretty clear that they want attention."

It still weirded Trunks out at times, just how much his younger sister from another timeline looked like their mother. Then again, he probably shouldn't be surprised considering his own looks favored their mother, and grandfather. Still, it was new enough to give him a start every time.

He wasn't surprised at all however, to find Bulla preparing a LOT. "Someone warned you there are more than just two half-saiyans on the train, who eat a lot, huh?" Trunks is already on his way over to help. Granted he usually helps by doing the dishes.

Cassie is right behind Trunks, having followed her nose rather than her boyfriend. It doesn't take Saiyan biology to smell this many things being baked and cooked. Her eyes light up at the sight.

"Ooh, I remember when Aunt Vera used to make these," she says. "Even six plain old humans can polish 'em off pretty quick at the end of a fall day."

She searches around for an apron to put on. As a kid she'd always liked helping Vera out however she could.

"I knew Allen Walker from another place that pulls people from their home worlds, and he's got a saiyan-level appetite, too," said Bulla with a little chuckle. "So I thought if I was going to help out, I should probably make a lot."

It was Bulla's first time making anything with pumpkin, but none of the recipes seemed too hard, and if she had two other people to help her, then it means someone was guaranteed to be able to take things out of the oven at the exact right time.

"This will go faster if we each pick something we're going to focus on. We'll need one person to make the pie crusts, one person to mash the pumpkins up, and one person to mix things together and put them on the pie crusts to bake. I can either mash the pumpkins or mix. I've never tried making a pie crust before."

"Cassie, I think you've probably had the more 'normal' upbringing of us, so maybe you should do pie-crusts? I'll either mash, or mix, depending on what you wanna do Bulla." Trunks usually did dishes, not cook, but mashing and mixing he was pretty sure he could do.

"I was just gonna say you seem more like the mashing type," Cassie says.

"Haven't done it much myself, but I watched my aunt closely enough."

"Okay, then Trunks will mash, I'll mix, and Cassie will make the pie crusts, because someone who at least watched how to do it will definitely do that better than I will."

While she thought she could still make it edible, she had a feeling that if she handled the pie crusts, the pie might look more like pumpkin pudding with baked crust bits in it.

Trunks nodded, and went to find an apron of his own. "I think we have a chance of making something that is not only edible, but also looks like pie." Pulling the garment on, he took his place at the line Bulla had set up.

Cassie pats his shoulder and grins.

"Aww, see, that's the spirit!"

She starts to wash her hands in the sink.

As much as Allen as one to fight if being attacked, he was pretty sure that one couldn't physically hit a ghost. Not unless it possessed someone anyway. Sort of like someone he knew and how here innocence worked.

So he soon looked over briefly. "You mean like talking and hoping they don't throw anything at us?"

Bulla suspected that ki attacks might be able to hit ghosts, but she didn't want to risk blasting holes through people's walls to test that theory.

"Kind of. But also we could try getting them a pen and paper. If they can pick things up to throw them, they should be capable of picking up the pen and drawing on the paper. Or we could write 'yes' and 'no' on the paper and get them something to point with instead while we ask questions."

It was entirely possible that the ghosts would just throw things at them instead. There was no guarantee this would work. It was something to try, nothing more.

"All of those sound logical and we wouldn't want to go too far as to have them potentially possess people."

That was the last thing he would want honestly. It wasn't a fun thing to have happen honestly, even if when it happened to him it was pure accident.

"But either way, we have to try something, so...lets try pen and paper and see how it goes...I think there must be some nearby." As he spoke he had started to look around before ultimately coming across some.

"Found it. Should we go with them writing or we put yes and no and ask yes or no questions?"

"...Ah," says Ken in reply, because he's really not sure what else to say. He has no particular movie preferences, so he's fine with watching whatever Bulla wants to watch....

But he has his orange polo shirt tucked into his belted pants, Bulla.

You have been warned.

As Bulla sees it, for Ken, this counts as educational material. Or at the very least, a perfect primer for bringing up the prospect of giving him a makeover at some point in the future.

"Come on, it'll be great! Have a seat."

She gestures to the spot on the other side of the big popcorn bowl.

She's insistent, so who is Ken to refuse?

"...Thank you."

He takes his seat. His posture is excellent.

And the bug that had been hitching a ride on his back is crawling up over his shoulder to peer at the screen, too.

"Hey, what's this show about? Is it scary?"

Not that they would have a problem if they were going to watch a scary show! No! No, that would not be a problem at all!

Wormmon is merely curious!

"It's about helping people develop their own sense of style and improve both their looks and confidence. The scariest thing we might see is someone getting a wax treatment."

Even then, it probably wouldn't show anything like a bikini wax or worse. It might be on someone's upper lip or on their chin. She's expecting the show to be fairly tame. Realizing Wormmon probably has no idea what that means, and that it could sound scarier than it actually is, she elaborates.

"A wax treatment is a more effective way of getting rid of unwanted hair than scissors."

"Unwanted hair?"

"...I'm sure it'll explain," Ken reassures Wormmon, who has never seen any hair that he DIDN'T want (after all, when Ken-chan built his own Digimon, he gave it hair for no reason! So it's really great that when Wormmon is Stingmon, he gets to have hair, because, Ken-chan---oh, never mind). They settle in to experience the show.

And Ken immediately realizes there is a whole world out there

about which he knows

absolutely nothing.

The only thing he really wanted to do today was take his old man walk before making a sad attempt to utilize the carriage where he could train, still wildly disappointed with the lack of anything to properly push himself to the limit. Answering with a grumble, Vegeta doesn't move to enter, instead simply putting himself in full view of his daughter while leaning on the door jamb. He stares Bulla down, though he knows these attempts to be intimidating have never worked in the past with her- before his eyes sweep over the entirety of the potential banquet she's laid out. It looked good. He'd love to eat it when it was done.

"Not interested."

Bulla knows that look. Her father is bored out of his mind in this place, and it's annoying him. She doesn't let herself be deterred by his blatant disinterest in helping. Even having grown and matured in other worlds, she's still ultimately his little girl. Which means she has a gift for convincing him to do things he otherwise never would.

"People who help get first dibs on the end result~" she teased. "Do you really want to take the chance of being tenth in line?"

"Oh no, I know this little game you're trying to play. So what if I'm tenth in line. If you run out, you're going to have to make more, now aren't you."

He steps into the kitchen, arms crossed, unimpressed with her attempt. He eyes some of the components to the pie she was preparing to make. He's no cook, but he knows he can eat all of that to himself and then some.

"Nope, because I only volunteered to do some cooking, not to cook for everyone here! So you might have to wait around for someone else to cook if you aren't going to help now...and they probably won't make enough for a saiyan appetite."

While she would feel a little bad for anyone dealing with her father while he was simultaneously hungry and irritable about the lack of training options, she's trying to prove a point about helping out here.

"Besides, it's not like you have anything better to do right now, so you might as well help me."

His mouth turns up in disgust; how dare she suggest he has nothing to do, he has plenty to do. Like being angry about having nothing to do, or complaining to himself that everything on this train is completely inadequate in every way to have something to do. It's not his fault.

He stomps into the kitchen farther, looking around for an apron to avoid looking like a sloppy mess after this ordeal is over. If he must, he'll cook with dignity, and no amount of flour will keep him from achieving that.

"Fine, fine. I'll help. But I won't forget this."

He picks up a whisk and shakes it at her, to drive the point in, even if he never holds her accountable for this obvious transgression.

"Great!" She gestures to the pumpkins that she's cut open but hasn't scooped out all the guts and seeds. "You can start with scooping out all the seeds and stuff."

While triumphant, she decides she might as well offer him some form of thanks for his help.

"We can train together for a little while after we're done and have had something to eat."

Though she's hardly strong enough to push him to his limits, she's at least strong enough to make him exert some effort. Which reminds her...she hasn't really gone into details about the other worlds she'd been to beyond the one they'd been on together. Only that she'd been to more worlds than just the one where they'd fought the Third Party and dealt with the shenanigans of the Malnosso. Focusing on their present circumstances seemed like the best thing for now.

"I'm stronger than the last time we sparred."

He stares down at the pumpkins. How far has he truly fallen to have found himself scooping out the innards of vegetables. He jams the biggest metal spoon he can find into the first one with such force that it almost threatens to explode the entire pumpkin.

"Are you now. I'll be the judge of that."

Another chunk of pumpkin goes flying into the trash. He won't pretend to like it.

"At the very least, I know some moves now that you've never seen me use before. One of the other worlds I was in had a military school that taught magic and lots of other combat styles. You'll be happy to know that I got really good grades in everything except for magic. I specialized in hand to hand combat and communications!"

Maybe he'll be a little less grumpy about helping with the pumpkins if she tells him about the adventures she's had in those other worlds. At the very least, it's something to talk about that doesn't highlight their current situation.

"It's really fascinating how these little pockets of the multiverse exist, isn't it?"

Test Drive 017

Pumpkin Patch

Movie Wars

Spookstown

Team One

Team Two

Team Three

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