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Test Drive 020

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.

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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.

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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.]

[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?

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]

[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?]

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!

[Want a wildcard? PM me here!]

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.

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?"

[Well, if he's offering his lap...she hops into it gracefully with a small meow and settles in before she drops that form entirely.]

This place feels strange.

[He chuckles and pats her head gently.]

It is. Probably more for you. I've barely been out of Shinjuku, but you're not supposed to leave.

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.

There is no city. [Not here. Not hers] It should not have been possible.

[She's vaguely aware of someone behind her, but her gaze never leaves the stranger she's following--it only takes a moment of inattention for them to kill if that's their intention.

She raises one silent hand in a signal to the person behind her to wait. They may or may not follow, but it nothing else she'll find out soon what their intentions are.]

I know. A lot of things here shouldn't have been possible. ... But at least you're here with me.

[That is true. At least they won't have to fend for themselves. Although Otoha would do a much better job of that than she would.]

Optimism doesn't change much.

I know. But at least the people here are kind. ... They accept me. Even with all I've done.

[He shifts so she's leaning against his shoulder for a little more support.]

Do they know? [About what he's done, about her, about them. She's left the question that way on purpose.]

Some of them. ... There's people who understand. Judge me on what I'm doing, not what I've done.

... I've told a few that I was chosen by the will of the city. Didn't tell them who you are. Or what happened with my soul. Some of them know about... the loose ends I was tying up while you were gone.

[He squeezes her a little, trying to draw comfort.]

They don't judge or blame me for that, either.

[People are fickle and she knows that, but that doesn't stop the swell of protective feelings toward them. She exists to defend them and if she isn't where she belongs, she can at least watch out for these ones.

She's used to thankless work.]

Good. [They shouldn't be. She's the one who interrupted his life.]

Are you alright?

[The life that wouldn't have continued without her intervention.]

I'm... fine. For the most part. ... People are teaching me how to be... human. Sort of. I wasn't really allowed to be during my life.

I think... Eko lost his humanity long ago. And there's room for the yokai there, too... but he turned into something that wasn't either. He... stopped caring about anyone but himself.

I... never got to mourn Reiji. People are helping me with that.

[He runs his fingers through her hair gently, smiling a little bit.]

If all of this hadn't happened... and I hadn't been taken here... I would have just lived and died without really... living.

[She doesn't attempt to stop him as he runs his fingers through her hair. In fact, she doesn't move except to look up into his face and watch the expressions on his face. He's...smiling?]

You aren't human. Not anymore. [Blunt, but true, but she at least tries to temper it a bit.] It's...good for you to remember how to be. [Because she certainly can't help with that.]

You have a purpose. You always did. You simply hadn't found it.

I know I'm not. But... it's difficult to connect to people if you don't know how to be a person.

[He's been thinking about this a lot. He's not human and feels like he never was, so why is it so important to feel human here? He's still not sure he has the answer.]

The yokai I treated... felt closer to them than most humans. There's got to be a solution that's less destructive. ... It's good to practice skills that aren't just killing.

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!! ))

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.

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.

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Test Drive 020

Crisis On... An Aeroplane

Dressing up

Clowning Around

Team One

Team Two

Team Three

Ken Amada | Persona 3 (AU) | OTA

Yurine/Shinjuku | Karas | OTA

Purr-fect

Azula | Avatar: The Last Airbender | OTA

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

Renee Corbin/Afterburner | Marvel Super Heroes RPG OC

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team two

Re: Purr-fect

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Nicolai Kuznetsov | OC | OTA

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stalkerception~~

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Zagreus ȣ Hades OU ȣ OTA

Dining Car

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