Test Drive 020

[voidtreckermods]

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.

Happy testing!

Crisis On... An Aeroplane

The train has a game carriage and the VR video games are always popular. A good way to relive boredom as well as teaching some good skills.

Crisis on...This game can be played with two to four players. It is essentially a crisis simulator mixed with an escape room. You can chose the scenario (the bridge of a space ship, a camp in a jungle, a high rise building, a sailing ship etc) and you are thrown into the middle of a crisis of some kind. Teamwork and a cool head are important as is using the surroundings wisely.

Here you are the crew of a small aeroplane in desperate trouble and attempting to land, the wind is strong, your engines are straining and the visibility is near zero. Can your crew land safely?

Dressing up

The Voidtreckers have a new mission and the dressing carriage is open for their convenience...

The mission is taking them to a circus and the clothes sure reflect that. Clown costumes, glittery leotards, many feathers and an overabundance of sequins.

There is make up and facepaint provided as well, hopefully there are enough voidtreckers with expertise to make it look convincing.

Clowning Around

Strange happenings have been happening in Kilpi, a monster ridden land and joining a performing troupe is the best bet of protection outside of the small settlements. The voidtreckers are masquerading as one such troupe, in order to help out a small settlement that has seen a spate of killings. Voidtreckers must put on the show of their lives, investigate the killings and bring peace back to the town.

Team One

Setting up the stage for the performance is a good time for building bonds with the towns people. Everyone knows something, no matter how small and they are more likely to gossip with stage hands than talk to the town guard.

Gather information, set up a stage and get ready for the show.

Team Two

The killings always happen in the evening or at night, always when people are alone. So making sure people are not alone is the task of team two. The show is ready, it is big, it is loud and hopefully enough to draw in the whole town.

Eat fire, juggle, walk that tightrope. Music plays, sequins glitter. The show is a distraction and their task is to be the best distraction they can be.

Team Three

Whilst team two are distracting it is team threes chance to catch the killer. The streets are deserted, quiet and stealth is necessary to remain undetected.

Most people are at the show, but not everyone. Are they in danger? Or are they potential suspects.

Comments

Ken Amada | Persona 3 (AU) | OTA

[miseris_socios]

Crisis On... An Aeroplane

Ken's not used to VR, but he's gotten the hang of it quickly. The young boy has never flown a plane, but he's figured out most of the controls already. He starts barking orders to the rest of the team.

"Check the fuel gauge - no, not that, the other one! What's our altitude - we're coming in too fast, pull up!"

It's up to the rest of the team if they want to actually take orders from an eleven year old.



Clowning Around - Team Three

Stalking deserted streets is familiar to Ken - this isn't the Dark Hour, but the quiet is reassuring. He doesn't have a spear with him at the moment, but he does have his Evoker. The rest of the team might be surprised at how silently the kid can move from shadow to shadow, peeking his head around corners when possible and just listening if he can't.

Just don't mess up the stealth.



Thunderstruck [CW: Suicidal imagery]

Ken's no slouch at training. He's found a spear and leaps and ducks around a training dummy. It's annoying that it's not a moving target, but he'll take what he can get. Most of the stabs he's inflicting on it would be plenty lethal on a regular person.

... There's another way he wants to train, though. He pulls a gunlike object out of his pocket and presses it to his head. As he pulls the trigger there's a loud sound of shattering glass. His head jerks to the side as blue fog surrounds him and a strange creature appears in front of him.

"Zionga." The creature spins and a bolt of lightning strikes the dummy, leaving it smoking.

However summoning a Persona is not quiet, so it's possible he was noticed by the sound - or the sight of a preteen with a 'gun' to his head.



Cooking by the Book

Ken doesn't normally handle the cooking - that's Chidori's job most nights - but he knows enough to figure out some basic things. He currently has a pot simmering with some meat he found in the refrigerator and some vegetables. He's thickened the stew a little bit, just so it's not watery, and he's currently climbing the counters in an effort to open the cabinets and find some storage containers.

... He'll clean off where he's stepped once he finds it.

Team 3 ovo

[bodyoftheseus]

V had slipped out during the performance to help team three stalk the streets and find the killer. His scanner was good about picking up things of interest even in the dark, so finding a person would be a little easier even if they didn't have cyberware.

He'd been grouped up with one of the kids. He knew that this kid had some skill and ability, but it was almost comical how he was dodging from shadow to shadow. V trailed behind him, just walking. He kept close to the buildings, sure, but was not acting like some super secret spy.

V caught up to where the kid was currently standing and listening for... Whatever the hell he was listening for. Instead of stopping he just kept walking, moving at a lazy pace.

cookin'

[fightcreamsundae]

Certain circles around the train knew that Cherry was someone who seemed to just about constantly be eating. She didn't eat big meals at set times of day, she just constantly nibbled on things. Walking up and down the train to get snacks from the kitchen was decent exercise, so who could blame her for snacking when bored? It should come to no surprise that she entered the kitchen in search for such tasty treats. She stopped at the sight of someone standing on the counters, rifling through the cabinets.

She speaks out to them as she reached into a cabinet and pulled out a box of saltines and shoved a few crackers into her mouth.

"Hey! What're you looking for? Do you need help? Whatever you made smells good~" She wandered over to the pot and lifted the lid, peeking into the pot.

Thunderstruck

[controlsthedie]

There is one person who is probably not as concerned about someone putting a tiny adamant rail gun to their head. That person is Thanatos who has seen Zagreus purposely put himself in the path of his own fire to bolster his strength. Does he really understand the reasoning behind it? No. But it happens.

Thanatos stares at the strange creature. What...?

Cooking by the Book

[mortal_son]

Shinjiro had been a passenger for long enough that the kitchen was a familiar place now, well-tread, for all that he usually attempted to avoid it when other passengers were there.

And, yet. Despite that he had no idea if Ken even remembered ...

Perhaps he was a glutton for punishment.

"Whatcha lookin for?"

Yurine/Shinjuku | Karas | OTA

[kabano]

Clowning Around: Team Three

While not a fighter herself, Yurine is, at least, no stranger to watching without being seen. She feels better in a city, even if it's not hers and barely big enough to even be called a village. She isn't a performer, however, so that leaves either standing around and doing nothing or looking for a killer.

She knows what she'd rather be doing.

She doesn't exactly blend in, what with her white hair and her tail poking out of her skirt, but she is quiet, and humans don't typically notice her, anyway. She's not concerned about being caught, even if she probably should be. This isn't Shinjuku and things probably work differently, but she's too stubborn, perhaps. Or too old.

She's managed to find a stranger, wandering the dark streets alone and seemingly unaware that they're being watched. She's keeping a careful eye on them, close enough to see what they're doing, far enough to make a quick escape if she needs to.

If only she had a bodyguard.

A Purr-fect Afternoon

[A small, white cat is wandering her way around the train, poking her nose into whatever cars will let her in, occasionally seating herself in the middle of a walkway and just watching the people moving around the train, her tail twitching back and forth, seemingly oblivious to how much she is in the way.

At other times, she's positioned herself in a comfortable little nook, curled herself into a ball, and silently judges the other passengers from out of the way in her perch.

This is all very strange.]

Purr-fect

[bakegarasu]

[Otoha's near the end of the train in the luggage car. Not because he expects to get anything, but because the smoke makes it smell a little bit more like home. He senses more than sees Yurine enter the car and shifts to give her more of a lap to sit on.]

Having fun exploring?

Team Three: in which Azula stalks a cat stalking a killer?

[makeadragonwannaretire]

[Azula never considered herself the type to blend in with a crowd, but it gets easier with each passing day away from home.

She wants this mission to be a success. She needs to convince herself that her efforts and talents will not be wasted with this team of misfits.

Speaking of her compatriots, she spies someone familiar and begins following at a distance. She seems to have found someone worth watching.

Turning her attention to the target Yurine is stalking she studies them carefully. How much of a threat are they?]

meow

[helborn]

[There's a young man who's also wandering the train, hands tucked into hoodie pockets. He blinks as he spots the cat in the middle of the dining car, and there's a faint glow from under one of his pants legs.]

[... Ow. He should know better than to try peeking at random beings' strength, he learned that lesson in Elsewhere.]

[He crouches in front of her, smiling. He doesn't know what she is, only that she's powerful.]

Hello, there. And how are you doing today?

A Purr-fect Afternoon

[paddra_nsu_yeul]

{Yeul is drawn to the little cat, carefully bending down to stroke her fetching white fur. If she is allowed. She doesn't mind such a cute kitty being in the way! But she is worried about her.}

What if someone steps on you? {She holds open her arms, offering safety.} I can take you to the garden.

Azula | Avatar: The Last Airbender | OTA

[makeadragonwannaretire]

Dressing up

"So it's come to this has it? I really have fallen so far."

Still suspicious of the train and the motives of those around her Azula has decided that playing along is in her best interests for now but her first mission off the train and it would have to be a circus of all things wouldn't it?

"Somewhere Ty Lee and Mei are feeling pretty full of themselves right now and they have no idea why." She sighed before picking through the clothes available to her. There was no way she would play the role of a clown, she'd sooner die.

Perhaps an acrobat, as humiliating as it might be she at least knew enough tricks from watching Ty Lee she might be able to fake it. Or perhaps whatever backwoods hicks they were going to perform for might be impressed by her mastery of firebending?

With a heavy sigh and a look of utter defeat she chose an outfit positively dripping with glitter and sequins "Someone will pay for this indignity." She grumbled glancing around for a mirror or someone to make fun of so she would feel better.

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Team One

Physical Labor?

Not on your life.

Azula instead opted for a more managerial role, moving around the work area and telling people where to put things, how to put them together and admonishing them for their mistakes. Basically being a bossy Princess.

Her specialty.

The townspeople weren't the only ones she was going to squeeze for information however. She was still very new to this way of life and she needed to learn all she could if she wanted to avoid making herself an enemy of everyone on the train.

Setting her eyes on one of the people she'd come here with she moved closer as if to help them with their task.

"You there, how long have you been doing this sort of...thing?" She gestured vaguely to indicate the adventure and not the building of a stage.

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Team Two

Somehow Azula had found herself on the team meant to make a distraction while the others sought out the killer and she was sure that she'd be furious about it later.

But...something happened as the show began and Azula felt the attention of so many commoners focused on her and the performers. She actually felt...good?

Yes, perhaps she was just that starved for attention but Azula actually found herself excited to show off her skills, and so when the time came she cartwheeled out into the ring with all the confidence she could muster.

There were other acrobats of course but as far as Azula was concerned she was the show, summoning jets of beautiful blue flame from her hands and feet to light up the night. Plumes of flame crackled with intense heat before she drew it back in to make a pair of whiplike tendrils which she twirled and twisted menicingly.

Would any of her team mates dare to try and turn her solo act into a Double?

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Team Three

Azula was relieved that somehow she had avoided the mortifying humiliation of a improvised circus performance, and instead was allowed to be on the team meant to root out the villain of this mission.

Having taken a post on a nearby rooftop she watched with sharp golden eyes and a hunger for success. She wanted her first mission to end in absolute, undeniable victory, and nothing else would be acceptable.

Music from the tent drew her attention for a moment and she glanced past the one who had joined her on the roof to keep watch "How long do you suppose they can keep those simpletons distracted?"

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[Wildcard]

[OTA: Or I'll add more starters when I get home from work]

Team Two

[yondu]

As Azula's flames danced, arcing in beautiful blue patterns, another flame joined them. Bright yellow with a red trail behind it, zipping between the shapes she was making with her artistic display.

The yaka arrow producing the display came around and landed in the hand of an older blue man, soft whistle cutting short.

He doesn't say anything out loud, but he notes that they have everyone thoroughly distracted and he gives her a short nod. A wordless, Yeah, they're not paying attention. He carries himself tall, like a leader in his own right. An old warrior, with hard eyes and wearing the scars of someone that's led a brutal life.

Yondu's seen a lot of abilities in his life. Hers isn't all that unusual. But that doesn't mean she doesn't do a damn good job with it. It's certainly got these slack-jawed gawkers catchin' flies.

Renee Corbin/Afterburner | Marvel Super Heroes RPG OC

[afterburner]

Dressing Up

"I'm a muddy mess, a MAC disgrace," she's singing under her breath. Renee never had been one of the pretty, popular girls, and she never had much bothered with makeup in the past. The stuff intended for the clowns was probably a bit better as these things went, but you couldn't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. Oink, oink.

Renee tried to edge the outside of her eye, and ended up poking herself in it. She dropped the pencil somewhere on the dresser and swore. Nope, this was not going well...


Team One

Between the kinetic powers and the enhanced strength, Renee can be found doing a lot of the heavy lifting and support jobs. After all, things that normally took four or six people to move into place, she could manage by herself. Simple. Easy was a good thing, right? Since nothing else about this jaunt would be. She wasn't very good at murder mysteries...that sort of thing wasn't usually in her job description.


Team Two

Juggle. Sure! Most jugglers juggle balls. Renee? She'd juggle people. At least, anyone brave enough to take that chance. She's actually not going to drop anyone, between said strength and kinetic powers, but honestly, she wouldn't blame anyone if they just wanted to do pretty poses while she carried them balanced on one hand a piece.

After all, she was carrying around the stage earlier. People? Should be no sweat. And it's certainly a spectacle!


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Dressing up ovo

[bodyoftheseus]

V had been looking through what was available in the dressing carriage. It was all so over the top it reminded him of a somehow even more tacky neo-kitsch, though the materials were far cheaper than anything you'd find in those corners of Night City.

He'd honestly filtered out the hushed singing to sort through his own thoughts about the clothes, but the sudden movement and swear caught his attention. He glanced her way, happy to be freed of having to stare at the glitter, sequins, and feathers.

"You need a lil' help with that?" He definitely doesn't look like the kinda guy who plays with makeup in his spare time.

team two

[blue_ice]

How did Seto end up here? Well...he's certainly not equipped to hunt down the killer, so he was shunted off into the circus group. And he's certainly not happy about it.

He's dressed as an acrobat in a flashy blue leotard, face painted in smoky stage makeup. He twists his way down from the ropes toward Renee, wary about that expression.

"Are you sure about this?"

Nicolai Kuznetsov | OC | OTA

[dreamsofpeace]

Dressing Up

This was absolutely nothing like what he was used to. He'd never been to a circus before or used any make-up, ever, in his entire life. The only thing he hadn't had difficulty with so far was getting dressed; he'd pulled on a glittery jumpsuit that was zipped up to his neck. But currently, he was staring at the eyeliner in his hand and the assortment of make-up and face paint in front of him.

"I have no idea what I'm doing." Despite his surname, he had a nondescript American accent. He looked to the nearest person for help. "I've never been to a circus before."

Team One

Manual labor was way more up Nico's alley. He felt almost at home lugging things around and getting other things set up. It was a lot less confusing than figuring out what to do with face paint, at least, and he was grateful for that much.

The only downside to hustling around and getting everything ready was when he occasionally lost track of where he was and bumped into someone. "Sorry," he apologized. "Hey, while I'm here, do you need a hand with anything?" Might as well try to turn an accident into something nice, right?

Team Three

This was absolutely Nico's kind of thing. He was far more in his element here than he would be on stage. Though he wouldn't admit to anyone here--yet--he'd done this kind of thing at home a lot. He was used to traveling the back alleys and quiet streets of cities at night, and he might have been far from home but the principle was still the same.

He didn't immediately know what he was looking for, but he kept his eye on every person he happened to spot strolling down the street, doing his best to keep out of sight. He didn't know who was innocent and who wasn't, but he wasn't going to make a move unless someone started acting suspiciously.

Team One

[makeadragonwannaretire]

"Watch where you're going!"

Azula was already a cranky member of the team, and to have someone bump into her like they had no idea how important she was?

Well of course he didn't know, but it was still irritating.

"Yes I suppose I might as well find some use to you. We need to set up some poles over there to keep the line leading into the tent orderly."

Bossing people around was much more to her liking then performing the manual labor herself.

Zagreus ȣ Hades OU ȣ OTA

[dyingpro]

Dining car, store car... basically anywhere with windows

[A new passenger seems to have arrived on the train. He is a man that appears to be in his twenties, sturdily built, wearing a large sword sheathed on his back. His skin is a strange otherworldly mixture of Mediterranean tan and the pale hue of death, and upon his mop of messy ebon hair rests a crown of laurels, appearing to be made of tongues of flame in the way they dance into the air and dissipate to ash. His feet, too, appear to be made of fire, though out of respect for the floor and other furniture he is kneeling upon the nearest bench-seat or other horizontal surface, staring out of the window with his hands pressed against it like a curious child into the endless void surrounding the train. He seems fascinated with the kaleidoscope outside, even though it is beginning to hurt his eyes. His eyes, which by the way, are mismatched - his right a fully black sclera with a glowing crimson iris, and his left a white sclera with an iris as verdant green as summer's leaves.]

Wow... we must be in Master Chaos' domain. But isn't is usually darker than this?

Crisis On... An Aeroplane

[The prince of the Underworld has never been in the sky. He's only ever seen it enough times to count it on two hands, much less understand how they could possibly be up here. It's all a bit disorienting, at first, enough to make him unsteady on his feet. And then it's oddly exhilarating, seeing the sky so up close, and the clouds whooshing past.

But as the panic of his fellow teammates begins to set in, he realizes his mistake. Oh, right. Mortals only get one chance to die. This must be what Thanatos means when he says mortals fear him.

Zagreus looks to the ones who seem to know the most about this contraption. After all, he can't do anything about this on his own.]

Look, I don't know the first thing about how to play this game, but it seems like you might. So... just tell me what I need to do, and I'll see that it gets done, mate. Surely there's something that needs lifted or pushed, or... whatever?

Clowning Around - Team Two

[Even while Zagreus was willing to help set up with team one, it was clear from the beginning that he was not going to fit in as a normal person. He insisted that the blessing of Night meant that he could be stealthy, too. But when the townsfolk saw his crown of flame-laurels and his scalding feet, that plan also fell through. And so Zagreus is showing off whatever neat tricks he knows in a bid to get the townsfolk to pay attention to the Human Oddity, the Daemon as the team marketer had billed him.

Perhaps you catch him in the first part of his act, where he plays the lyre passably well, though it is clear he is not an expert at the instrument. Or maybe the second part of his act, taking down hanging and moving targets with magical missiles he shoots from his palms, without breaking a sweat. Or you could catch him in the final part of his act, wherein the townsfolk gather around to stare at him setting fire to random objects with his feet. Yes, really. It's not a trick per se, but it certainly catches the attention of the mortals well enough.]

(( ooc: I will be refraining from spoilers for the game as much as possible, unless you give me permission to spoil the story!! ))

Dining Car

[helborn]

Sort of, if you consider this the space between worlds. I know it as something different, but it's also usually shaped for us travelers by the beings who exist there. This is... far less organized.

[The confused prince observes a young man in a hooded jacket, hands tucked in jeans pockets. His feet are clad with some strange black sandal the prince may not recognize called 'sneakers'. The boy himself looks thin, his burnished gold hair a bit of a mess. His blue-green eyes meet the prince's mismatched ones, his face pulled into a gentle smile.]

[Still, there's an aura of some sort of power from him. This is no mere mortal boy.]

Are you okay? You probably shouldn't stare at it for too long, or you'll feel sick.

Guri | Star Wars (Expanded Universe) | OTA!

[marvelous_murderbot]

Dressing Up

This was always the hard part for her. As a Human Replica Droid, she had been trained in many, many things. Fashion and the like weren't among them. At least now, that she had free choice. And certainly not in an unfamiliar context. She had never been to a circus. She was making extrapolations in her AA-1 Verbobrain based on what she saw others doing, but she couldn't be sure they weren't outliers.

Hmm.

She was weighing up a sparkly, black leotard that had been on the racks. Given her figure - itself sculpted then further perfected by her through extensive exercise - it would hardly be sufficient. Her other hand held a top hat.

Why was it called that? All hats went on top. Humans were wonderful and strange. And her quest to be more fully among them continued.

Clowning Around - Team Three

She wasn't good at crowd control. Mainly because she tended to be rather too honest about things like that. But combat and infiltration, well, that she could do very, very well. She moved from shadow to shadow, unnaturally silent. She had her blaster pistol in her hand, ready to open fire at the first sign of trouble.

At this moment, she was stalking her prey - in this case, someone else who was moving in a most suspicious manner. They had not identified themselves, so it could be anybody. A teammate, someone she hadn't met yet - or the killer. Or one of the killers.

She didn't like this side of her. She didn't care for the abilities. They were, however, impressive and of seemingly unending use. People just kept trying to kill her, after all. But necessary as it was, and to save lives, she did it anyway.

And moved closer.

Dressing Up

[makeadragonwannaretire]

"I find it strange that we're to be choosing outfits before we know who will be doing what in the performance."

Azula was browsing for clothes as well trying to find something that suited her, perhaps red and gold, maybe a flash of white. She was trying to remember the sort of things Ty Lee and her friends would wear in their own circus.

"Have you decided on an act for yourself? Or are you hoping to be assigned a task?"

V | Songs for the Dusk OC

[constantvrunning]

Crisis On

Planes are a technology V is used to... more in theory than in practice, but used to.

But even in a simulator this level of quality, they know the most important things about surviving this sort of scenario.

Numero uno: don't panic.

`I've got this part handled, so please don't shout.`

They coax the controls, aiming for a less-steep fall angle.

`Starboard-side engine is giving out faster; can you focus there?`

Dressing

`No.`

While V normally does their best to be polite, to assuage, to soothe... they are not on with this costuming plan, in any way, shape or form.

Not wearing their armor is one thing, altering their dimensions another, but they draw the line at this.

Whatever you're offering, you may want to try a different tack.

Team One

V is perfectly happy not to be wearing the proscribed getup, thank you very much. That said, they are also well-suited to this kind of handiwork.

`I've got this end. Now, lift on three?`

Are they capable of lifting this themselves? Perhaps, but V isn't doing this to attract attention.

Dressing Up

[makeadragonwannaretire]

"Hmm, fine your loss." Azula took the robe she'd been offering and held it up to herself, a nice gold and red number, glittery in places. Very showy. She added it to a pile of potential outfits she hadn't decided on.

"There's no sense in being so stiff in here. I doubt anyone is going to force you to do something humiliating. I mean other then performing in a circus in front of peasants." She made sure her voice expressed as much disdain as possible for their upcoming mission.

Paddra Nsu-Yeul | FFXIII: Lightning Returns | OTA

[paddra_nsu_yeul]

{Crisis On... An Aeroplane}

{She is calm, she is good at strategy and she is accustomed to traumatic situations! You definitely want this little Yeul on your team. Plus she is really cute wearing the VR headset; it really is too big for her, though that won't stop her from doing her best.}

We are going to crash. {That's just the truth.} Brace yourself in a seat, control your breathing. The plane will take most of the damage.

{She stretches out her hands as if she is grabbing the seat before her. There. She is ready.}

{Dressing Up}

{This is...fun? She tries a variety of outfits before settling on a black and white dress and white face-paint. Her hair is pulled into pigtails and carefully brushed. Then she looks at herself in a full-length mirror.}

Why are we dressing like this? What am I?

{Wandering Train}

{After choosing her outfit, Yeul wanders the train, peeking into the compartments, familiarizing herself with her new...home? What about Noel? Every time she thinks about him, her chest aches and she doesn't feel like dancing.}

...hello. {Her soft, reserved demeanor makes it hard for her to meet people - or acquire help.} Can you - hear - ?

{Apparently not since said person walks right passed her. Oh well, she will try again.}

I would like some information, please?

Wandering Train

[constantvrunning]

[V, while not the tallest person on the train, has plenty stature to spare -
And it's all too easy to take in Yeul's stance from it, and draw to a stop behind whoever just passed. M-Bot chirrups, curious.]

`Of course; what is it you need?`

[V's voice is higher and warmer than some might expect, though in some ways it is similar to that used for the train announcements.]

jiang shao | legend of the two sisters in the chaos

[jiangshao]

Crisis On... An Aeroplane

He's...not really sure what an aeroplane is. But from what he's been told, it's something in the air and that the something in the air is heading for the ground very fast. And that the wind outside is the reason why it's being tossed around like a rag doll.

He could handle this. Maybe. Maybe he could handle this. Jiang Shao sets his mouth in a line when they're told this and looks over at the others that seem to be a part of this. It gives another lurch and Jiang Shao reaches to hold onto the nearest wall of the small room, cockpit, to get his bearings.

"Do you have any idea how to," he waves his hand, trying to search for the same word they had told them, "land this thing?"

Clowning Around - Team Three
Jiang Shao feels most in his element. Finally. He moves in between the shadows, silent, as he lies in wait for anyone who isn't at the show and seems suspicious. Other than himself, at least. He adjusts the mask covering the lower half of his face and is glad for the dark clothing to help him hide.

This place is nothing like home. But he'd always been one to adapt quickly. Especially when it came to things like this. Once he managed to figure out how everything worked, well...it wasn't too difficult to adapt his skill set to what he needed to survive.

He relaxes in his hiding spot, eyes and ears listening for even the slightest movement out of place around him.

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crisis on... an aeroplane

[weifinder]

He flashes a smile at the man who looks remarkably like his once-upon-a-time martial brother, may he rest in peace, not because he's dead, but because Wei Wuxian does still worry about Jiang Cheng even if he's hundreds and thousands of li away. Or a whole universe, apparently. He's been more surprised at how real this scenario feels than concerned over the particulars of it; being addressed, his attention is now Jiang Shao.

(He can only guess without introductions this is not his once-upon-a-time martial brother, because Jiang Cheng would have already been yelling at him if it was. Impeccable logic.)

"No," he says, stepping toward the seat with the collection of buttons, levers, and strange handles something like sword hilts (they're not at all like that, but what else is he going to call them) and takes hold. They've been moving as the plane angles "down", and interfaces that remind him of the recently learned something-or-anothers in the train sleeping chambers are displaying a vaguely sort of "earth" and "sky" dichotomy. Possibly it indicates what their sky level looks like. Possibly it does not. "But how hard can it be? It's not like failing here will kill us!"

Cheerily stated by a man who has, in fact, thrown himself to his presumed but not actuated death once before, Wei Wuxian pulls on the strange-hilt-bar and the plane abruptly starts lurching up, engines protesting, and Wei Wuxian thrown back with some felt force into the pilot's chair.

Vexen | Kingdom Hearts 3

[thawed_pride]

[Clowning Around - Team 3]

[Missions. Vexen was never one for field missions, generally finding his time better spent in his lab. And yet, here he is, crouched on a rooftop as he observes the empty street below. The black leather coat he wears over his uniform helps him blend in against the night sky, hood pulled up to obscure his blond hair. He sighs as he notices his finger tapping impatiently on the roof and turns to glance at his current mission partner.]

Well, I'd say our diversion worked as intended. Now we simply need to comb this entire town for anyone wandering, discern whether they're a foolhardy innocent or part of the problem, and hope nobody gets killed while we're searching blindly.

[His tone is dry, not even bothering to hide his exasperation.]

We might be better served by sending someone to act as a decoy. If we can draw the killer to one of us, we can confront them on our own terms, without needing to worry about protecting a hapless civilian. Don't you agree?

[Booked Solid]

[The academic library has gained a new resident. Rather than picking a set of books to check out, Vexen has set himself up in the upper floor of the library car with a notebook, a cup of coffee, and a sprawling assortment of books. Two or more are open at a time, as he looks between them to cross-reference and compare, jotting things down at a downright hyperactive pace.

This continues without pause well into the night, his chair only empty long enough for the occasional bathroom trip or coffee refill. In fact, anyone lingering around might find him peering at them with unnaturally yellow eyes, then glancing at his empty mug.]

You there...would you mind doing me a slight favor? I need more coffee, and I'm loathe to break stride now to go make some myself.

[Debunked]

[So you've wound up sharing a room with this disaster. You might think that means you'll be seeing a lot of him, but you'd be wrong. Disturbingly often, he doesn't return to the room at all until he's forced back to his bunk, a process which he meets with frustrated grumbling. He runs a hand through his hair as he gets out of bed and looks around, unimpressed.]

One of these days, I will figure out what method they use to enforce that curfew and find a way to circumvent it. This is getting beyond frustrating.

Re: Vexen | Kingdom Hearts 3

[najaran]

Najaran, for once, had been awake when it happened, sitting on her bunk going through her cards. The girl was in a new cloak over her short sleeved orange shirt, a wide gold and purple belt over her hips. She looked up from her cards. "It's not that bad," she said, yawning. The girl was... odd. She looked in her early teens, had a walking stick with a face on it that talked, never wore her SCA, and... was known around the train for doing weird things like cooking.... in the garden car.

"It reminds us when it is time to sleep at least..."

"Like you need a reminder to slack off?" her cane asked her, dryly.

Tony Stark | MCU (Post-IM)

[vanity_fair]

Dressing Up

He isn't wearing something skintight that isn't a rash guard, no thanks. Skeptical of the mission's disguises, mildly hoping circuses won't be a reoccurring trend– ugh, clowns –Tony browses his way through the mess of ruffles and feathers, lamé and beadwork. There really is a little bit of everything here, isn't there.

"Found you a hat," he tells a teammate, flipping open a collapsible top hat with a certain easy flourish.

Team One

Despite his attention-whoreish proclivities, Tony's out of the spotlight for this mission, which suits him fine. Stage construction keeps him busy, and he's a capable project leader, the first on site and the last to leave. At the local watering hole, covered up to his knees in a fine layer of this region's red clay dust, he breaks away from his conversation with a local to wave a fellow 'Trecker over.

"What'll you have?"

Wildcard

Tony can be found almost anywhere on the train, as he explores the place with a fine-toothed comb. The library is an easy place, as is the dining car, taking his morning coffee as he jots down notes.

The lab has a strange familiarity to it he can't put his finger on, but as he finds it locked more often than not, he turns his attentions elsewhere. Visitors to the training gym may find him working out as he settles in, mid-pushup or a yoga pose, settled into a crescent lunge like it's no big deal.

What? Where the hell would he find the time to be lazy?

Training Gym

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter's really only passing through the gym to get to the game room but he pauses at the site of Tony Stark. He's still feeling a little weird about the whole situation but he's Peter Parker and if there's one thing he's extremely good at it's bouncing back from a terrible situation.

"Oh. Hey." He says somewhat awkwardly. Just because Tony doesn't remember him isn't any reason for him to be rude. Something that he's been really concerned about since the Younger Tony Stark's appearance though-is this going to cause a time paradox? He's under the impression those are bad.