Test Drive Meme 021

[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!

Spring Cleaning

Chores aren’t for everyone. And, as the morning reaches a close, it turns out that they are especially not for wizards.

That is to say, someone may have cast a spell animating all of the mops, brooms and dishcloths on-board, which are now sweeping their way up and down the carriages, cleaning everything - and everyone - they can reach. And animating anything else they can find, for maximum efficiency. Books, clothing, cutlery-

This isn’t so bad in the bathrooms. In the library, however? The armory? Bang, and the dirt is gone.

Open Mic

The ground floor of the music carriage is usually a mess of instruments, but tonight they’ve all been tucked away neatly at one end of the room. Chairs from the upper floor have been carried down en masse, all facing towards the jukeboxes and screens at the other end.

You might not be entirely sure who rigged them for karaoke, but you know one thing: you’re here now, a drink in one hand and a list of popular (by someone’s standards) songs in the other. If people aren’t singing or waiting to sing, they’re cheering friends on, or skulking and trying everything in their power not to be called up, or even escaping upstairs to talk more comfortably.

’Til Death Do Us Part

The world of Abarranz is ruled by the Undying Lords, and has been for almost two thousand years. The civilisation has stagnated - not only due to the immortal council, but also because the majority of its citizens are undead. Some, the rich, the powerful, are able to undergo great rituals to maintain their consciousness and skill even in death; others are unfortunate enough to be dragged into death with neither, and exist as shells of themselves. The greatest necromancers of the planet are harnessing the death of a minor star in the system to fuel a mass conversion of the remaining populace, but the remaining living citizens are those who have already refused the change. Voidtreckers, they cannot resist alone.

Team One

Pockets of the living survive in hiding, but are split off from one another and unable to unify under the overwhelming forces surrounding their enclaves. This first team is tasked with clearing the mindless hordes threatening them, so that they might establish communications, venture out, and join the fight.

Team Two

The best way to escape the ritual is to remove the remaining living to another colony in the system - but the rituals and spells able to do so are all jealously guarded by the eternal council in their libraries and vaults. A viable target has been identified - the treasure rooms of the Viscount Eldermann holds a tome rumoured to contain a mass teleportation ritual. Infiltrating and securing this tome is this team’s task, and while the mission is possible, the traps and guards won’t make it easy.

Team Three

Even with these plans in motion, every second counts. This third team is given the role of saboteur - to interrupt, delay or otherwise slow the Grand Ritual of a Star’s Demise from within the stronghold of the Undying Lords. The dressing carriage - and their SCA wristbands - are at their disposal, the former for appropriate Abarranz costume and pallor, the latter to hide the telltale signs of life, should they have any.

Comments

Casper LeBlanc Jr. | Scion/oWoD (CRAU)

[helborn]

[Gym]

Casper hasn't played sports - or attempted to do so - in a long time. He grabs a basketball and starts dribbling it, keeping control of it relatively easily with a few slip-ups. He bounces it up and down along the train car, occasionally taking shots at the basket. After a particularly far one he holds the ball and looks down at it.

"Are god powers cheating?" The raven perched on the sidelines caws. "... Yes, I know. Cheating's relative, yeah, yeah..."


[Library]

Ah, home. Libraries are wonderful, and this one has books that he hasn't read yet! People entering the library will find Casper in a pile of beanbag chairs, sometimes reading right-side up but sometimes he's upside-down. Neither position seems to bug him though, and if he spots someone he doesn't know he'll wave at them with a grin. "Hey there!"


[Open Mic]

Casper is an extremely good singer, at least in terms of pitch. His vocal quality could use a little work, but mermaid Song ability means that he keeps on tune. Most of what he grabs are classic rock or blues songs. He tries to not take up too much of the stage, though. He's much more comfortable sitting back and listening, sometimes with a drink in hand.

Even if he looks at the drink with annoyance as if it just insulted him. Or the raven perched on the chair next to him, because of course Bob gets his own seat.


'Till Death Do Us Part

[Team One]

Casper's a good pick for this - given that he can sniff out entropic energy pretty easily. This whole place stinks, but he can at least tell if the stink is getting stronger. Casper's a whirlwind of attacks with his baseball bat and kicks, and when he fells a few of the zombies he grins and dives down.

A hand on each of their heads and a moment of enforcing his will, and the zombies rise again - under his authority.


[Team Two]

Casper can be good at sneaky - he can see in the dark, he can walk silently, and even magical darkness doesn't stop him from getting around. He glances at the others with him and gestures down the hall, making a questioning shrug. This way? He might be sneaky, but he hasn't seen a map of this place and so hasn't been able to figure out a good route.

Open Mic

[fightcreamsundae]

Cherry was not someone who would get up to sing, not even once this evening, but she's here enjoy herself and watch everyone else have fun. Casper'd just finished and he was one of the best that Cherry'd ever heard. She was impressed enough she wanted to go up and tell him that because she had the unfortunate affliction of being very extroverted and friendly.

It's not long before a teenage miqo'te perches herself next to Casper. She's a little different from those he knew - pale, round pupils instead of slits, more pronounced cat fangs, the markings on her face white instead of a dark tan - she was almost like a moonlit cousin to those he knew. She had a mop of cherry red hair on her head, copper eyes, and a tail with a little tuft of fur at the end like a lion.

"H!! You were really good up there!! How'd you learn to sing so well??" She's absolutely beaming at him, her tail moving about in her excitement, her ears forward towards Casper, attentive.

Caster (Ea-nasir) | Fate/ OC

[shitcopper]

[ Caster's Knick-Knack Shack ]

It's a lovely morning on board the Voidtrecker Express, and you're a horrible Caster.

People heading to the Dining Car for their morning breakfast, coffee, or tea need to pass through the Quiet Car to get there. And when they do so, they will see one of the Quiet Car rooms has been.... remodeled. The outside of the room is covered is wooden boards, and bright letters spell out CASTER'S KNICK-KNACK SHACK right smack in the middle. It's impossible to miss.

Peeking a head through the open door will see the single table of the room covered with various natural fabrics, like cotton and silk, ingots of copper and silver and gold, and various spices in glass jars. And those with a sense for magic can tell that... this space is magical in nature, somehow.

Caster greets anybody peeking their head in through the door veryq uickly, however. "Hey! Welcome to Caster's Knick-Knack Shack! Can I interest you in some high-quality copper ingots?"


[ Spring Cleaning ]

You know the bad thing about self-animating objects? They can get into Caster's growing store of trade goods. This isn't too terrible for the silks, which simply go about wiping things down as if they're dirt rags. But it's another thing entirely when it gets to the copper ingots. Or, worse, the weapons.

Catch Caster in literally any of the train cars, chasing down a flying dagger and four solid blocks of copper, waving people out of the way as she dashes after her wandering wares. "Get out of the way, idiots, or you're gonna get stabbed! Or bashed! Or stabbed and then bashed!"


[ Team Three ]

Now this was a mission for Caster. Social stealth, negotiation, and absolutely messing up a grand magic ritual? This was tailor-made for her, and she didn't even have to pay for it!

But fine, this is a team play, and maybe she can play along. "Okay, so before I take over, who else has a plan, and does it involve getting getting everybody really angry? Because I am great at that part."

knick-knacks!

[lieindespair]

Kokichi is ever curious, and upon spotting something out of place, even for this crazy place, he's wont to poke his head in. After all, with such interesting trappings on the outside and such obvious signage, how can he resist?!

When he looks inside, he's not quite sure what he expected, but what he finds defies any expectation, and he looks around in wonder, taking no time at all in reaching for any loose vials or objects left out in plain view to admire them. This stuff is so weird!!

The voice that greets him gives him a bit of a start, but he's grinning back within seconds.

"Copper ingots? Oh no, not for me, thanks. I'm more interested in all this fun stuff you have out here!!"

Vander Reighn | Original | OTA

[semidemonic]

Spring Cleaning

On the one hand, Vander had seen some shit. On the other, nothing had exactly prepared him for cleaning supplies coming to life and trying to 'clean' him. He was wrestling with a mop and doing his best not to break it in half while a broom repeatedly smacked him from behind, evidently trying to knock any dirt off of him instead of sweeping him.

"This is ridiculous!"

His hands slipped on the mop and it fwomped right into his face, dirty and wet. Immediately, he pushed it away, scrubbing his sleeve over his face frantically.

"Oh, gross," he muttered.

He could really use a hand with that broom behind him.

Open Mic

Nope, this was not his thing. Or rather, he hadn't had enough alcohol yet for this to be his thing. He lurked in the back of the room, as far away from the jukeboxes as he could get, sipping at his drink and hunching down a little to be less tall. He didn't know if it was working or if he was trying too hard to be inconspicuous, thus making himself entirely conspicuous.

He was sure there were plenty of people who would go up willingly, right? No one would go and try to force him up there...right?

Team One

This was much more his style. The undead might not be the same as demons, but they weren't any harder, either. He might have been without his team and his usual weapons, but he'd worked hard to make himself a weapon, too. With a little improvisation and some makeshift weapons, he waded into the hordes and started swinging.

It wasn't like he had to worry about infection--these weren't the typical zombies. At least, he hoped they weren't, because he had enough to worry about as it was, like that undead over there rushing him only to be met with a kick to the chest, or the undead to his left shambling towards him, which he punched in the face before swinging one of his makeshift weapons.

"All right, I maybe underestimated how many of them there are." There were enough that he was breaking a sweat, and he was used to back-up. Which he didn't have right now. Because he'd charged forward on his own. That might have been a mistake. Whoops.

Spa Car

He'd never been in a spa in his life but it was never too late to experience something, right?

Wearing a simple pair of swim trunks, he settled himself into the hot water, sighing softly. The temperature was really good for sore, stiff muscles, and now that he was relaxing, he was wondering why he'd never done this before. He had a healthy tan and there was a scattering of scars across his upper body, including his arms. Here or there were marks that looked like they'd been inflicted with sharp claws, others with blades. Some of them were fresher, but most of them older and faded.

He closed his eyes, leaning his head back. Though he wasn't expecting company, he wouldn't turn anyone away, either. This was just as much their space as it was his.

Open Mic

[shitcopper]

Caster can read people, and she can read people well. This guy's body language practically screamed 'I do not want to go up on stage and sing, please do not make me do this under any circumstances.' Caster read that loud and clear.

Unfortunately, Caster is a dick.

"Hey buddy, you haven't gone up yet?" This is what she says as she casually sidles over, a drink of her own in hand. "Pretty much everybody else has gone up already, I think it's your turn. That's only fair, isn't it?"

Kokichi Oma | Danganronpa v3

[lieindespair]

[Spring Cleaning]

Waking up to a whole train car full of self-animating brooms and mops doing work for him, It's hard not to sit and watch in utter delight, assuming that he'll get credit for the work they do, while also getting to watch them work! Kokichi is happy to sit and watch for a while, until the brooms and cloths start getting into a great amount of detail... and creeping closer and closer to where he's decided to set up his station. Even just wiping away the crumbs of the sandwich he's been snacking on isn't enough for them before they begin intruding on his person!

"Ahh!!" he cries out as a damp, dirty rag apparently decides to start assailing his face. No amount of swiping or pulling them away seems to deter these cloths and brooms from their mission.

Help!!

[Open Mic]

Kokichi is a little disappointed that the person behind the bar is able to tell he's not old enough even in his own country to drink yet, but takes the soda mocktail he's offered with delight anyway, settling in for what promises to be an interesting show. He's not much of a singer himself, but he does like to watch and offer his critiques and praises... whether or not they're honest is entirely up in the air.

He's happy to cheer on anyone who is brave enough to step up to the mic, if only to give them some kind of false hope that they might actually be set up for success. What's a little white lie between carmates?

[Til Death Do Us Part - Team 3]

Kokichi feels as though he's tailor-made for this mission. Whether it's his team or not, these people need coercion, and his skill in lying seems particularly valuable in this instance. He's small, he can pick locks, and he can usually charm his way out of tight situations if need be. The only thing he needs is muscle.

"Hey! You're going down as part of Team Three, aren't you?" He says cheerfully. "Me too! I was hoping I could stick by you. You know, safety is found in numbers!"

Team 3 - you wanted muscle you got it bud :v

[fightcreamsundae]

Cherry was honestly something of a floater - she would happily go anywhere that she was needed or that otherwise interested her. There were plenty of people on the first mission, and she was definitely not the sneaky type, so team three it was. She turned around at the sound of a voice addressing her.

"Uh, oh, yeah! Team three! That's me!" She grinned at him, cat ears wiggling in her excitement. Without her hoodie on it was clear that she was rather muscular, looked like she could probably get through a scrap or four. Her grin fades as he mentions safety in numbers and she nods at him. "Oooh, yeah! That is a good idea!" She fiddles with her SCA a little. "I'm not sure what we're supposed to do, exactly. I know we're gonna be interrupting something, but I don't really have a plan?"

Patricia Tannis | Borderlands

[sirentologist]

Open Mic

Is this what normal people do? In their free time? Because it's noisy and awful and ridiculous. And why is she here again? Oh that's right, because people are blocking the door so she's essentially trapped.

Alright maybe not, but it feels like she is. The door might as well be barricaded from the other side, for all that she'd actually go ask them to move.

So she instead sits and scowls, hoping that no one will approach her. This is all so very stupid, and a waste of time when there are other things she could be doing to further advance humanity's scientific knowledge. Like staring into the Void until she got a headache and seeing if she could desensitize herself to it. That actually sounds far more pleasant than being forced to sit though....this.

Team One

If there was ever a time for Lilith...this would be it. This would all be over and done with. These people would be gone and everyone could be on their merry little way. Doing whatever it is people do.

Tannis is not too keen on the idea of fighting...zombies...but communications she can handle. And the occasional undead creature that wanders her way may occasionally be zapped by some "shorting" electrical circuit she's constructed. Oops.

She's even humming absently to herself as she tinkers with various things, seemingly completely unconcerned by the hordes of undead as she works, occasionally mumbling to herself under her breath. Or to the various inanimate objects scattered around her. Or to nothing in particular.

"Oh behave, Armand, I've asked you nicely to cooperate three times now."

Team One

[shitcopper]

Equally unconcerned with the undead is this lady, casually sauntering over and watching Tannis work from over her shoulder, clad in a white wrap shirt instead of the color-coded polos and hoodies.

Unknown to Tannis, she's running True Appraisal on the various objects scattered around, but her Skill doesn't work too well when facing something without artistic or historical significance.

"So, Armand huh? Which one is that?"

Lloyd Belladona | Suppose A Kid From The Last Dungeon Boonies Moved To A Starter Town

[innocentnightshade]

[Any character that can get a sense of people’s auras will notice that Lloyd, despite his innocent smile, has a very strong, monstrous, imposing aura. Regular humans who are well-versed in combat can usually sense it as well, since it’s just that powerful. He is constantly perceived as dangerous. Lloyd is completely unaware of this.]


I. Spring Cleaning

If there is one thing Lloyd knows, it’s cleaning. He was smiling wide, happily helping the magical items wipe things down with just a cloth.

Everything Lloyd seemed to touch with his cloth would sparkle.

“Look out for the mop!” He called to some poor hapless person who happened to come in and interrupt.


II. Team One

“I think you’re supposed to be resting.” Lloyd said gently at one of the lumbering zombies, before he seemed to reach out and poke it, sending it flying a good distance away.

He looked around nervously.

“Someone said there was a battle around here. I’m not very good at fighting.” He looked worried and frightened, but the zombie threat didn’t seem to register as the problem.


III. Kitchen

Something smelled amazing. Lloyd was by the stove stirring up a fried rice dish he was cooking up.

“Are you hungry?” Lloyd asked with an innocent smile. They were in for a real treat, cooking was one of his best skills.


IV. Wildcard

[I’m up for anything. Feel free to hit me up with any other options.]

III

[lieindespair]

Kokichi had been strolling around, trying to find something to entertain him which was... surprisingly difficult considering the company. He was actually rather disappointed in his search, actually.

But one place he knew that interesting things always happened was the kitchen, and as soon as he pushed the door in, he could smell something wonderful on the air. Something familiar, which when the sounds of rice being tossed in a hot wok caught his ear, he knew exactly what was on the menu.

"Oh! Sorry! I didn't mean to intrude!" He lied. "I just smelled something wonderful and it led me right to you! What luck! Are you sure it's okay to share what you're making? I'd hate to take food out of someone's mouth!" Truth be told his stomach had started grumbling the moment he caught the scent of food on the wind, and he couldn't wait to get some into his belly.

Beetlejuice | Beetlejuice the Musical

[creepyoldguy]

Open Mic

Getting the mic away from the demon will be the real challenge. Now that he has everyone's attention? He's not likely to give it up again any time soon.


Team Three

Lucky you, you have a genuine dead guy along to help! Well..."help". At the moment Beetlejuice is critiquing the ever loving hell out of everyone's disguises. For those just meeting him for this mission, it sounds as if he gargled with sandpaper at some point before smoking through a carton of cigarettes. (Every day. For a decade.)

"If you really want to look dead, you're gonna have to breathe a whole lot less. Also? Did you like bathe this morning or something? C'mon, you're not even trying!"

Open Mic

[gentle_jim]

Jack's in the audience and he's hella hard to miss, considering his hard-light hologram glows obnoxiously blue. He folds his arms after knocking back a few swallows of his mimosa.

"Dude, you've been up there forever. What are you gonna do, sing an entire freakin' Broadway play? If your next one isn't Taylor Swift, I don't wanna hear it!"

Maron | Dragonball Z | Ota

[funseeker]

Spring Cleaning

Chores especially weren't meant for these hands, so when the objects were initially animated and started making the rounds Maron took this to be an exceptionally good idea. She abandoned the brush that had been thrust into her hand earlier by a teammate and delighted in watching it dance across the floor under it's own volition.

"That's much better!" If this hadn't worked, then she would have found some attractive man to sidle up to to charm into doing her work for her. It wasn't long before she was luxuriating on the nearest sofa in nothing but a bathing suit, trying to pretend she was somewhere more exotic.

All was well and good until the sofa cushions started undulating beneath her, coming to life themselves. "Hey!.. what's the big idea?" Her words came out a bit shaky and after looking down to see what was the matter, she shrieked and sat up so she was kneeling on only one of the cushions as it kept levitating up and down. "This isn't funny, you know!"

Open Mic

Laughing to herself, she clapped her hands before her as she listened to the current performance. Recreation was something she was much better suited to. Maron had a few drinks already, and was eager to take the makeshift stage herself. When it was finally her turn she sashayed to the center of the room, nearly stumbling into the crowd before righting herself and calling out her selection.

She proceeded to sing along to the tune likely much to the chagrin of onlookers. Her voice was a bit highpitched and she might not have had the best singing voice that she thought she did.

That being said, Maron was having a blast, swiveling her hips and getting into the moment.

Simulation Training - Ie. Crisis on an Aeroplane from the last tdm

Maron had been a little dubious about the vr simulation, since it wasn't something she'd normally engage in for her entertainment but she was swiftly coming around to it. It wasn't as if there were many places you could travel to while the train was in transit and not parked near a planet so the virtual landscape opened things up a little. The problem was this was supposed to be a serious training session to improve a person's survivability and she was seeing it more like a video game.

On the bridge she marveled over how immersive it was and wasn't at all concerned that the ship was currently perpendicular, and all the bells and alarms were ringing.

"You gotta see this Krillin!" Then somewhat wistfully she amended that," Oh.. right. Krillin isn't here.."

Pretend this is DBS Bulma icons... spring cleaning

[ballseeker]

Well.. that's a face Bulma probably assumed she'd never see again. Granted, Krillin had been happy and all at the time, but she'd thrilled he'd have rather married a murder android instead if she's honest. Bulma married a murderous alien and Krillin a murderous android. Perhaps there's a Type among the others around Goku :

Marrying former enemies.

She pauses for a moment, admittedly needing to recover from this sudden reappearance, though in classic Bulma savagery :

"Oh no. You're here?"

Amery Vallet | The Volstovic Cycle | OTA

[amery]

Spring Cleaning

He remembered this place. But the last time he'd been here he hadn't been getting attacked by cleaning equipment. 'Attacked' might have been a strong word in this case, but he was definitely feeling attacked while a broom continuously swept over his shoes and a mop impatiently tapped him on the back because he was in its way. When he stepped to the side to get out of the mop's way, the broom followed him, not yet satisfied with the cleanliness of his shoes.

"Bastion," he swore under his breath, his Volstovic accent resembling a blend of Russian and French, "This is outrageous." Magic was not a thing to be trifled with, but clearly, someone had been doing some trifling.

Grabbing hold of the broom, he tried to direct it away from himself, accidentally setting it upon someone else instead, who it was insistent to sweep.

Open Mic

While Amery wasn't exactly skulking in the back of the room, he was indeed in the back of the room, hoping to not be noticed. He wasn't that shy about his singing voice--he'd sung lullabies to his baby brother before, and Anastasia--but everything about this setup was foreign to him. He didn't understand the machines or how they worked, and he didn't recognize any of the music, let alone know any of the words. To make matters worse, his drink was sadly nonalcoholic, a true tragedy in this moment.

Or maybe the real tragedy was the fact that he was too...something, right now to even ask anyone how the machines worked. He supposed he'd have to if someone forced him up there, but for now, he sat and sipped his drink.

Team One

Recon was more his area of expertise, but what Airman didn't enjoy a good fight now and then? Rook might have been the one starting most of the fights--and getting them in trouble most often--but Amery was not without his enjoyment of violence.

With a knife he'd swiped from somewhere, he chose his opponents carefully, making sure he didn't get in over his head--or get surrounded. A simple strike to the back of the neck was all it took to take most of the undead down, but some were more difficult. Some he was forced to wrestle with before punching them repeatedly to get some space between them. Enough time for him to land a fatal blow.

While he felt sorry for these people, knowing they'd once been alive and had jobs and families and loved ones, they weren't the same anymore. There was no saving them and thinking about what they'd been before wouldn't make him hesitate. He had to fight for the people who could still be saved.

The Library

Books made him feel at home. Books had never insulted him. Books had never made soup in a boot. There was a problem in the fact that he didn't recognize any of these books. But also they might be useful since he didn't recognize any of them. There was only one way to find out; select one and settle down at a desk to start flipping through it.

Should anyone else enter the library, Amery looked up, offering not quite a smile, but not a frown, either. "Hello."

Library

[flowersinmyparadise]

Exploring has its fun points. And being on a train that traverses the void, exploring seems like a pretty good idea. He finally made it to the library and was just stepping in, looking around. If it wasn't for Amery uttering the greeting, it would have taken a moment or two more for Tobari to have noticed the man.

His fox ears twitch as he gives a bewildered look the man's direction, and his eyes widen a little when he realises just what species Amery is.

A human? And he said 'Hi' to ME? Within an instant, Tobari's face breaks into a wide smile, closing the distance between him and Amery.

"Hi!" He's so thrilled, his two tails begin to wag and he leans over a seat. "Nice to meet you! I'm Tobari. Whatcha reading?"

He leans in closer to peek at the material.

Hello, Amery. You say hi to Tobari, he's going to take it as an invitation to invade your space.

Harleen Quinzel ~ DC Comics ~ OU

[coneyislandcrazy]

Spring Cleaning.

"Travel all through the friggin' multiverse and I wind up as a glorified janitor. I used ta be a star you know?" Harley lamented loudly as she half heartedly used a mop to clean the windows of the upper level of the kitchen. She was not doing a very good job.

The sound of crashing and smashing downstairs is exactly the kind of distraction she's been praying for and she races down to the first level to find everything floating around and...trying to clean?

"Holy Sorcery Internship! Disney's gonna sue someone over all this...or buy them out." She exclaimed before yelping and ducking as a frying pan flew at her to try and clean a smudge of dirt off her cheek.

_________________________

Till Death do us part: 3

"I'll admit I wasn't sure about this look but I am KILLING it as a Zombie."

Harley is all about this deceptive chaos causing life and as she leads the way towards the stronghold blending with a pack of undead residents she's be almost impossible to tell from the crowd...if she would just shut up.

"Like I'm kind of getting this "THOT of the living dead" vibe off the shredded skirt and top but I think for once my bleach white butt actually fits in with this crowd."

___________________________

Wildcard: The Doctor is In

Well even if she wasn't getting paid for it, there was a mighty need on this train for therapy and Harleen Quinzel was just the unlicensed doctor to offer it!

She's taken over one of the quiet cars, assuming that their sound proofing would make for the perfect office and opens the door beaming. Somehow she's gotten her hands on a labcoat and glasses, doing her hair up in a bun so she almost looks like a real professional.

"Come in come in! Tell me all about it sweetie! Where do you want to start?"

Spring Cleaning~ (even if Peter probably really does need a lot of therapy)

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter's just as surprised by this turn of events and he's left sort of staring blankly as the mops and brooms clean the corridors themselves. That's never happened before.

"Hey!" He lets out as he ducks when a broom tries to sweep his messy hair. "I swear, I had absolutely nothing to do with this!"

Tobari | Tobari of the Dawn

[flowersinmyparadise]

((OOC: Tobari is canonically OP, like to Gary Stu teenage OC levels. I'm sorry. If you want to talk out some workarounds with his abilities, please PM me on this account or at Tseil. Please look at the list of his recorded abilities thus far.I don't mind nerfing him for certain points if we talk it out first. Thank you!))

[ 1. Spring Cleans the Fish ]

Tobari is not necessarily one for cleaning, though he'll certainly help if it's his fault or if someone looks like they're struggling. But, honestly, he's perfectly satisfied letting some enchanted objects do the cleaning. He knows it's magic - interesting for sure, but no big deal.

What is a big deal is that he was carrying a plate with a half-eaten fish on it he worked on for himself, taking it towards his room so he could finish eating it there. Who doesn't like food in bed? And the big deal happens as a mop swings by and decides that this was some dirty plate of unfinished dinner, mopping his plate and taking the fish with it.

Tobari stares down at his plate for a second, his eyes going wide. And then he's sprinting to catch the mop as it whisks away. He might run past you as he screams:

"Hey, that's mine! Give it back!"

Nevermind that Tobari wants a soapy fish back, it's the principle of the thing.

"Stop that mop!"


[ 2. Karaoke ]

He has no idea what exactly this is, but he knows he wants in on it. It looks like a TON of fun! He cheers as the last person gets off the stage and scurries his way up to be next.

He skims through all the available song titles, but honestly? He has no idea what he's looking at. But Future Love Paradise, sounds pretty cool! So he picks that one.

The song starts up and he doesn't even get a second to anticipate exactly how he's supposed to do this - the words on the screen immediately light up to show where he's supposed to be in the song. And already a few words go by before he figures out that he's probably supposed to be doing the singing thing.

So he starts singing to the lyrics, not at all singing to the beat. He's just making it up as he goes along.

"There were kings and queens
Followed by princes and princesses
There were future power people
From the loved to the loveless"

Hey, these lyrics are pretty great! He can get into this. ...Even if he isn't singing in tune and might be a little tone deaf. But his two fox tails are definitely wiggling to the song, as he bobs around himself. This is so much fun!

Before long he's bouncing on the stage, throwing his free hand in the air as a fist and cheering mid-song.

...Yea, he definitely has no idea what he's doing. But at least he's having a great time.

After the song, he's jumping off the stage and runs up to you with a huge grin on his face.

"How was it? How'd I do!?" he beams excitedly.


[ 3. Death Do Us Part - Team One ]

The problem with not being back home means that he doesn't have the reliable yokai from Shinonomi Mountain to come help rescue these survivors. He wouldn't even have to boss them around as they would already know that's what he wants. Instead, he has to do most of it on his own.

Which is fine. He's a great yokai. He should be able to handle most of this on his own. He uses vines to his advantage, for sure, growing walls of the shrub to obstruct passages that the bad guys might come through while giving the survivors a place to try to run through safely.

Unfortunately, not everything goes as planned. It seems that some of the hordes have torn through one of the vine walls and have started towards the survivors.

Yea, Tobari's not gonna let them just do that.

Vines shoot up from under the ground, entangling some of the undead, while he charges some of the closer ones and kicks them in some of their faces, slamming them backwards into the ground. But it's not long at all before they get back up.

"Jeez, it's like these guys don't feel pain." He half-laughs as he lands on his toes. (Not like you can talk, Tobari.)

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees one of the undead rushing to a survivor trying to run away. He turns quickly and launches forward to grab the survivor, just in time. He turns and yells out:

"Hey, you! Catch!"

And he throws the survivor up in the air towards you.

Hopefully you're good at catching or that survivor is going to have a bad time. Or you might have a bad time. Or both. Either way, this yokai apparently trusts you to do this.


[ 4. Death Do Us Part - Team Three ]

"Saboteur, huh?" Sabotaging is one thing. But he's certainly never had to do it in disguise before. And, honestly? ...He kind of hates it. These clothes are not comfortable. And he has to hide his tails and ears. And they say it's necessary to hide things.

The SCA is fine. But the rest... He's practically frowning the entire time. And in the field as he sneaks around, he sidles up to you.

"Hey, do you think I could just use my illusions to get us in?" He's had enough of these clothes. And shoes. He hates the shoes the most. He's always barefoot, okay?

He gives you a pleading, almost desperate-puppy look, hoping you'll tell him he can. Pretty please?

spring cleaning

[magicurls]

Mami has involved herself in rounding up the wayward cleaning appliances! She races from car to car, tying up the worst of them with her yellow ribbons, but skids to a stop when she hears that shout.

"Which one? They're all going haywire!"

Kyoko Sakura | Puella Magi Madoka Magica | CRAU

[redmeguca]

Spring Cleaning

[Kyoko can be found trying her best to avoid becoming a casualty on the War on Grime. Batting a book away here, burning a rag there, and glaring at the mops and brooms so vehemently it''s a surprise they don't burst into flames too.]

What the hell, has nobody on this train ever seen the Sorcerer's Apprentice?

Open Mic

[Did someone say Karaoke? Because Kyoko is there. She's up on stage at every opportunity, giving it all she's got. And all she's got happens to be a lot, singing and dancing with impressive skill.]

Team One

Zombies, huh? That's some irony right there.

[Kyoko is in full Magical Girl form for this, though there's one noticeable difference for anyone who might know her. Namely, the fact that from the waist down is replaced by the body of a russet mare. In other words, she's a centaur for some reason.]

Still, fighting's one thing I'm really good at. These things are gonna be a cakewalk.

Team One

[justoutrunyou]

[Sandy can't help but actually snort and laugh out loud at Kyoko's little joke.]

You got that right. I've probably died more then any one of those punks.

[Not that she's looking to repeat the experience. She's wearing her own magical girl outfit in shades of gold and green with a skull shaped gem attached to a bow on her chest. Trying not to be weird about it she looks over Kyoko's centaur body.]

So um...did you do that to be faster or are you usually half horse?

kyoko sakura | puella magi madoka magica: the different story

[wishalone]

[ 01: gremlin time / the stores ]

[It's the middle of the night. 1am? 2am? Somewhere around in there.

The fridge door is open, illuminating the form of a teenage girl with a long, bright red ponytail.

She doesn't immediately notice you, because she's in the process of stuffing snacks into her hoodie pockets... while simultaneously stuffing her face with cheese slice singles, straight out of the packages.]

[ 02: ragequit / coach E ]

Ugh, are you kiddin' me?!

[Kyoko drops the controllers so she can rip the VR headset off. She doesn't throw it, but it's a near thing.]

I had it! This stupid game's broken. [Guess who's been playing Star rise over Gulati? Got it in one.

Seething, she stalks around the roped off area, still clutching the headset with one hand while knocking her knuckles against it with the other. But the moment she realizes she has an audience, she shoots you a hot glare... and beelines over.]

Hey! Have you tried it yet? The spaceship one with the aliens. [That's a very bad descriptor, Kyoko. There's more than one of thsoe.]

02

[pleple]

[ Ple Two is being a little nosy, sure, and her lips quiver as she tries not to laugh at Kyoko's tantrum over her defeat. Of course Star Rise Over Gulati is incredibly difficult. ]

I think it works quite well, if I'm right about the one you're struggling with.

[ At that, she can't help her lips curving up into a confident smile. ]

Perhaps you should let a space combat expert show you how to win.

Jiang Yanli | Mo Dao Zu Shi

[velvet_glove]

Spring Cleaning: Kitchen
Ever since she'd settled in, the kitchen is one of the places she spends a fair amount of time, by choice more than assignment but walking in there this morning has her stopping in the doorway, eyes widening at the scene in front of her. Magic isn't unfamiliar but this is a level she's never really encountered before.

"...How do we stop it?" Without destroying the entire kitchen, anyway.

[If you have a different scenario, I'm totally game as well.]

GASP! An mdzs yanli. Have a brother who is a fox crau

[obliviouspatriarch]

(This version of him is a CRAU from the game Slumscape where he's host to a kitsune youkai, his appearance here. Also sorry ^^; I got excited to see an mdzs yanli, I love her so so much.)

It takes him a moment to register just who he's seeing, and then another moment to realise that he's not imagining things and that really is Yanli. He doesn't know whether or not to bolt, but stays frozen until he snaps out of his small trance from a pot banging.

"Sh-shijie? Is that really you?"

Priorities. His weren't on the misbehaving cleaning supplies that definitely should not be doing what they're doing.

Wen Ning | The Untamed (OU)

[deadwenwalking]

((ooc: I may be slow on account of weather, but I'm gonna try my best.))

spring cleaning.

Wen Ning has seen various kinds of magic in his time - people fly on swords in his world, after all, but he's not sure he's seen such a blatant display as this. It seems like something Wei Wuxian would enjoy.

"Excuse me," he apologizes to a busy mop as though it's a sentient entity (And who's to say it isn't?) as it moves past him. He wouldn't want to interrupt its task, after all.

This isn't much of a problem until a pair of floating dishrags attempts to take the book he's currently holding out of his hands. He frowns and tugs back. He isn't done reading that! "This isn't necessary... I-I'll put it back when I'm done."

'til death do us part - team three

Wen Ning might be alive (in his version of his world, at least) but it's an odd, gray area form of living and can be hard to tell from his physical appearance. He's deathly pale, the strange black lines up his neck not helping anything. He might not look like a walking corpse exactly, but he comes close - and he does a great naturally stiff gait too. This means he needs very little in the way of adjustment to his appearance to pull this off.

"Y-you know... it took me a while to get my limbs working close to the way they should again. This feels like a step backward." He doesn't mean to complain, though it might come out that way. Going undercover is actually an exciting experience, even if this is a very serious matter. Usually he's the brute force.

He'd like to believe he has the sort of skills to pull off this sort of caper too.

"Do you need any help?" Wen Ning looks to his partner in crime, hoping they'll have a similarly easy time getting into costume.

wildcard.

(Anything else around the ship! Hit me up in a PM or on plurk if you like at laverinth. Or don't and just throw something at me!)

spring cleaning; also SHOUTS :') hello again

[deferences]

Initially, Sizhui's assuming the familiar voice is addressing him, but as he turns to look and sees Wen Ning talking to one of the mops gliding its way across the floor, he can't help smiling faintly at the sight. Of course his uncle would be kind to an inanimate object, that just seems proper for him, and to be fair, the item does seem like it's politely going about its business after the pardon.

As he's readying to greet him, he comes up short whenever the rags try taking whatever book it is Wen Ning's reading. Following a brief head-shake, Sizhui moves forward, reaches out, catches the cloths by their corners and draws them away to a nearby window, hoping it'll be enough to keep their focus so the other cultivator can continue reading.

“Move quickly, before they decide they're still interested in what you have.” Then he gestures down the corridor with a brisk turn of his chin, already planning to follow once he's sure they won't be pursued.

jiang cheng ( the untamed )

[fennu]

GYM.

[ Smack. Smack. Smack.

It's not that Jiang Cheng is angry - that's often the case, more often than he'd ever be willing to admit, but reputation does proceed him in some cases - but he is frustrated, and the best way to take out one's frustration when there aren't any creatures of the night to battle is punching. Even if the carriage is quite small and even if he is particularly aware of other people being around him, he keeps going.

Being frustrated isn't a particularly good look for him, and getting it out of his system would be better, sooner rather than later. Even if his knuckles are starting to ache and his cheeks are flushed pink with his own irritation and vague upset. ]

OPEN MIC.

[ Everyone else might be having fun, singing and drinking and enjoying whatever celebration seems to be taking place here, but Jiang Cheng is having none of it.

He can drink, and he could probably sing if he was inclined, but he has no desire to engage in whatever nonsense is happening. He's tired, he's still on edge from being here in the first place, from all the new things that he's trying to learn about - and singing is the last thing he wants to do. He would rather be back training, or resting, or reading. Anything but in the middle of a celebration, anything but watching people enjoy themselves when he feels nothing short of sour and irritated.

He has to be careful not to break the glass in his hand, huffing a frustrated noise as he leans forward to put it down. Only then does he lean back on the wall, arms crossed and face twisted sourly. ]

TILL DEATH - TEAM ONE.

[ This is something more in tune with what Jiang Cheng knows, and he is prepared to throw himself into it without much hesitation.

He's able to cut down many of the hoard with practiced ease; it's clear that he's used to fighting with a sword, that he's dangerous with the weapon. It's almost easy for him to twist and turn, lurching to take down whatever comes near him - and also moving forward with an easy grace to protect anyone else who might be at risk.

It's probably the first time anyone's seen him being nice. ]

open mic;

[deferences]

[after having suffered a tragic age regression some days ago, this lively little party is exactly what lan sizhui needs to take his mind off things. any other time, he might have just popped in for a quick run-around, taken some snacks then left, but this time, he's determined to stay for a decent amount of time and actually enjoy the festivities.

unlike jiang cheng, it seems.

initially spotting him, he's almost certain he's seeing things, except there's only one person he knows with an attitude like that and it's so unmistakable, he feels confident in approaching. as he draws closer, the boy confirms that yes, this is most certainly sect leader jiang, which has him grinning in spite of himself because one, he's quite obviously disgruntled with his situation and two, he seems outright determined to either not have a good time or at least seem grouchy enough, he drives off anyone who might try interacting with him.

how lucky(?) for him, sizhui's not so easily deterred.] This is a party, Jiang-zongzhu, [a pause so he can lift the cup he's holding in greeting then he adds, teasingly,] You should at least try having a little fun.

Hera Syndulla | Star Wars

[averyusefultray]

[Spring Cleaning]

Hera runs a tight ship. She always pulls her weight and expects her crew to do the same. So she has no objection to a bit of cleaning.

And is utterly unprepared for the rush of miscellaneous objects coming into room and scrubbing. Once its passed, she shakes her head. "All that and it still missed a spot."

Team One

She really wishes she had some of Sabine's old, explosive friends with her right now. That is a lot of enemies that need eliminating to get to the actual tricky bit. They don't have time to fight one at a time, and the longer they spend trying the more casualties they're risking from one unlucky moment.

They need a plan. She glances out at the rest of the team. "Okay, who has something that works on groups?"

Team Two

Infiltration. She can handle infiltration. The odds are against them, these guards and traps are going to be tricky, but isn't that just how it goes? "Okay, we have guards here, and here. We can probably guess that means they also have something to slow us down over there. Where else?"

Air support would be nice right now, but they'll figure it out.

Team Two

[worthallthis]

"I have a rifle," Soldat says, swinging it around off their shoulder to rest the butt on the ground. They also have a lantern, hanging on a strap on their opposite shoulder, but it's shuttered up tight so its purpose is kind of a mystery, since it's purpose is not, at the moment, to produce light. "Just get me a clear shot and each guard goes down. Headshot." A pause. "Or knee, I guess, if you want non-lethal."

Murderbot, aka "Rin" // The Murderbot Diaries

[securityconsultant]

SPRING CLEANING

Murderbot is still getting used to the concept of 'magic'. For someone used to electronic-based technology as opposed to a nebulous sort of energy that can do who knows what things, having a number of brushes and cloths approach you can be...alarming.

Good news, there are no longer a number of brushes and cloths attacking it. Bad news, inventory is down those brushes and brooms, and it may or may not be trying to find the source of all this...insanity. And when it comes across the armory, its eyes widen.

This is bad. This is very bad.

There is now a Murderbot - who has given a name of 'Rin' to those who have pressed, and also given a glare to anyone who's dared call it Murderbot to its face - doing its damn best to try and tie down or otherwise secure as much weaponry as it can, before things get even further out of hand. There might be a bit of live fire of its own, but only when those things seem to notice a speck of dust on its body. Anyone who enters gets a quick glance, and a snarl of, "Get out!"

'TIL DEATH - TEAM ONE

Now this? This is something Murderbot's more familiar with. Perhaps not necessarily being on the front line of a war, but clearing a path for more the more vulnerable?

Maybe it's leading a small squad of people to try and pierce some defenses. Maybe it's helping another group with defending a line. Maybe it's just arrived, inbuilt weaponry in its arms flaring as it shoots over your head at some sort of creature.

Either way, Murderbot is efficient and effective in handling a situation, judging whether or not others can take it from there, and then moving on.

OTHER/WILDCARD
[make up ya own! I'll adapt to whatever format you use. In addition, Murderbot uses it/its pronouns because eff your gender]

'TIL DEATH

[subcircuits]

Before coming to the train, Devero probably would have said that this was something he'd be good at too. He's since learned that what had counted as excellent combat prowess on his world is worth very little out in the multiverse, especially since he doesn't have his hardware self to fight in.

Normally he sticks close to Koumyou Sanzo on missions, letting his quick and absolutely deadly boyfriend cover him in fights. But they've gotten separated, and all of his attention is perforce taken up by the relentless press of the enemy--

...Who have relentlessly pressed him right up against a wall that's slightly too tall for him to scramble over. He's really regretting not having checked out a fucking rifle for this mission as he does his best to keep them at bay with his shock batons, his hands too occupied to have done more than trigger an alarm beacon to broadcast through his Interface.

There are so few people on his network that he's not expecting much, so imagine his surprise when Murderbot comes up and over the wall behind him with weapons hot. He crows aloud, throwing a fist in the air. "You have great timing!"

Yu Ziyuan | The Untamed

[talkshitgetwhipped]

Spring Cleaning
Doing the work of servants. Ha! It's absurd! But Yu Ziyuan is happy enough to supervise the odd mop that has been spelled into doing all the work for her. After all, a certain standard is expected, and she intends to see it met.

Any attempt to clean her though is met with a firm kick or shove away, sparks practically shooting from her eyes at the insinuation that she needed help keeping herself clean.


Open Mic
There's something almost sarcastic about the beautiful woman who takes a seat to observe those performing. Nothing about her attire says she's used to leading and training people, but her demeanor is sharp and her tongue, when she speaks, is just as sharp and cold unless she happens to have enjoyed the performance.

She'll laugh mockingly at anyone who suggests she take the stage though. "Don't be ridiculous. I won't perform on cue just because it's fun."


Wildcard [ ooc: Have at! Feel free to run into her somewhere, or pm this journal or poke me on fireduck! ]

Open Mic

[yondu]

Yondu's been ignoring most of what's going on. He likes listening to music; Peter really got him fond of it. So he's here, whether the singin' is good or not. Though much of him sitting off to the side all quiet like has been him brooding, not offering to interact much. Like hell is he gonna sing.

But then he hears that when someone tries to encourage her, and suddenly he breaks into one of his more honest jagged grins, and barks a laugh.

"You say that like you ain't ever had a day of fun in your life," he calls over from where he's sitting, can't help it.

Yato | Noragami

[homelesswargod]

Say My Name

It was somewhat devestating that there wasn't a currency here, really. How else was he going to get the money to buy a shrine? He needed a shrine, and he knew that, so he could get up into Heaven. The clothes were fine, free was free, but if he didn't have a shrine..

So, Yato set himself up, shouting to get attention.

"Need help with anything? Got a problem you need to solve? That's right, Delivery God Yato is here at your service!" He said, hustling a little bit. "Hey you there! Anything I can help you with? My rates are very reasonable!"

He wasn't sure what he was going to charge, actually, but that was a future problem.

Team One

Presumably, someone, somewhere has given Yato a sword, he had it in hand, just watching the chaos.

He looked like he was trying to decide what to do about these zombie-like creatures. It wasn't really his job to meddle in human affairs, after all.

Yato might need a little push.

Spring Cleaning

It was like a horrible obstacle course. First he needed to duck under a cloth that was trying to wash his head, then he needed to sidestep an overenthusiastic broom.

What was going on? "What kind of magic is-"

He jumped, leaping over a mop but his landing on the ground had his foot slide and him landing on his back.

Not his most gracefulm moment.

team one

[securityconsultant]

In Murderbot's opinion, if you joined this team, it meant that you were at least confident in combat - for better or worse. While it's more-or-less set itself up as a monitor to those in combat - assisting in tight spots, helping press where there's just a little bit more of a push needed - there's only so much it can do to people who...well. Refuse to fight?

Either way, it's just set down an injured body, and is giving Yato a pointed look. Is he going to fight, or just stand there, or what, exactly?

Sasami Masaki Jurai | Tenchi Muyo!

[saint_sami]

Kitchen

If you pass by the kitchen, you might find yourself getting hit with something wonderful smelling. If you go to investigate, you'll find a girl, possibly no older than 10 running back and forth from the various shelves with various pots being cooked. Is she doing the cooking?!

"Hi! Sorry, I saw all these recipes and my curiosity got the better of me!" Sasami said, smiling widely. "Care to have some? I don't want it to go all to waste!"

Spring Cleaning

Cleaning and Sasami? Always going hand and hand! She's made it her duty to clean up her room and some of her roomies' rooms so that they can enjoy their rooms better. Of course, the arrival of the magically-animated items makes things easier.

"Oh, wow, that's so cool!" Sasami said, watching the army of cleaning items march through, cleaning things up. Of course, some of them might be turning to aim at Sasami. "Uuuh, y-yes?"

'Til Death Do Us Part

Team One

How many times did she hear everyone tell her to stand aside, that she didn't need to get involved in this? Of course, the second one of the undead fell to a staff to the head, being held by Sasami, things might just get a little better.

"You guys need all the help you can get!" Sasami said. Her hand reaches up to the other twintail and pulls her tie off, turning it into a staff and stabbing it into the ground for someone else to grab, letting her blue hair flow free. "If you need a weapon, use that!"

Wildcard

(OoC: Got a prompt I could hit up instead? Go ahead and toss it!)

kitchen

[ourtomorrow]

"No, I wouldn't want to impose...." Ken begins, already feeling rather in the way just by having walked in. She's so industrious in here, after all!

Wormmon, however, has perked up at the offer of Food. He's trying not to cause problems for his partner, but he rubs his top legs together and his mandibles begin to water. He clears his throat, eyes shining with bashful longing. "Aggghhhug. Hyeh."

Ken Ichijouji (& Wormmon, ofc) | Digimon Adventure 02

[ourtomorrow]

Spring Cleaning

Mm.

[ Ken nods, pleased with the state of this car. He has his uniform jacket off and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. He turns to address the various equipment - and the Digimon - who had been assisting him. ] At this pace, we'll finish in...

Ken-chaaaaan!

[ A bunch of animated brooms are sweeping A Disgusting Bug, Where Did It Come From out of the room. ]



....Wormmon.

[ Open Mic]



All right. All right, I get it!

[ Ken has been pressured, incessantly, to sing by the friend sitting next to him. And while he doesn't let it show often, he does have a temper.

In a way, whoever has been teasing him is lucky. Ken only unwinds like this if he really trusts and likes someone. ]

I just have to sing one song, right? I can do that much!

[ Wormmon, excited, wiggles in his seat. ] Ken-chan, you're going to sing?!

It's not a big...

[ Except it's music. He's awful with music.

Ken eyes the "stage" like a picky eater about to dine on fugu. ]

[ 'Til Death Do Us Part - Team One ]

Spiking Finish!

[ Bowling for zombies: it's the new hit craze, as a large and Strong bugge flies down and sees how many enemies he can impale or knock over with one blow. Ken rushes up to his fellow Voidtrecker and a cluster of the living. ]



We're clearing a tunnel. This way!

Spring Cleaning

[averyusefultray]

The commotion can't help getting her attention. Hera dodges past a rag that's scrubbing the floor ahead of her to investigate.

The small creature is talking, which should make the fact that it's not something to be cleaned obvious. And yet. "These brooms are more trouble than they're worth."

She grabs at the broom to at least keep it at bay for a moment. Not really a long term plan though.

X'rhun Tia | Final Fantasy XIV

[lerouge]

[Spring Cleaning]

He was no stranger to magic. Hells, he'd even seen the occasional animated broom before, that much wasn't too strange. And if it'd just been a few idle brooms busily sweeping in the background here, he'd have been just fine with it, cleaning had to get done after all.

But it wasn't, because it couldn't be that easy, could it? Come into the library for a few good books, get swatted by half a dozen brooms. It'd be funny later, mind. This would be a great story over a tankard of ale, and he just can't wait for it to be a hilarious story and nothing more.

As it is right now though, there's a cacophony in the library as the red mage tries to find a way past the little army of embittered brooms. The growing infantry of animated books isn't looking too rosy either, and he's not exactly willing to break out the sword and magic in a place filled with dry wood and old paper. Right now? He's taking stock of the situation... On top of a shelf, tail a full bottle brush with his chin in his hand.

[Open Mic]

If he gets called up, he gets called up, he couldn't turn down the offer of a gathering. Seated comfortably with drink in hand, he's pleased as punch to watch and listen to every performance, even if he doesn't actually recognize a single damn song.

It didn't really matter if he did or didn't anyway, it was still good fun. If, occasionally, a bit hard on the ears, but even then the singer would still get the same warm round of applause and cheerful encouragement. Still, didn't stop him from making the occasional joke.

"I don't believe I've heard this genre before." A quiet quip uttered while a thoroughly tiddled singer drunkenly meandered their way through a power ballad. Hey, it's still entertainment!

['Til Death do us Part]

-Team Two
A fair shame the foil and focus didn't fit in the damn rucksack, else he'd have taken a more offensive role. Still, he was able to render assistance, so a game of sabotage it was.

Dressed and disguised, he'd take a moment to inspect himself during these few moments before actual infiltration, stroking his chin thoughtfully as one fluffy ear flicked.

"Absolutely ghastly. ... I think I've found my next All Saints' Wake costume."

[Open Mic]

[its_dad_sanzo]

Koumyou Sanzo can, in fact, sing very well when he chooses to. He has a lovely, rich singing voice when he chooses to use it properly.

Today, he has chosen not to.

But that isn't to say he's refused to 'perform'! As off-key as he can get away with without making it too obvious he's absolutely trolling everyone's ears. Why, it's just bad enough to make a few people in the audience wish they'd never dared him to grab the mic...

And to beat a quick retreat, lest Koumyou really drive the point home by going for an encore. Because he'd do it, and anyone who knows him at all knows it.

So when he hands the microphone off to the next victim, he no longer has the same seating partners he'd had before, and that's fine by him. So Koumyou plops down into an empty seat beside X'rhun, giving a lazy stretch as the next person works on picking out a song.

"Are you going to give it a shot?" the priest asks cheerfully, by way of introduction.

Riku Replica | Kingdom Hearts | OTA

[falseshore]

Spring Cleaning

As far as 'weird things the Replica's witnessed', animated cleaning supplies are pretty low on the list. As far as things he's witnessed personally, they're pretty high up.

Whatever they feel like doing is fine with him, because he neither wants to clean nor is he particularly good at it; it's when a duster floats by and decides his face needs dusted that he takes any offense to anything.

"Get away! Do I look like furniture to you?"


Training Gym

He's found the training dummies! And they're not as good of opponents and live people or Heartless, but they're sturdy enough to provide some level of catharsis. One dummy in particular looks like it's gotten the brunt of whatever he did to it, with cuts and nicks all over and what appears to be a number of burn marks.

And he's still nearby, dark sword in hand.

"Wanna go a round?"


Wildcard

Come at me!

Training Gym

[bakegarasu]

Otoha hangs out in the training gym a lot, so it's not surprising when he runs into a young man with a weird sword. He'd stayed quiet while the guy was practicing, but when he's turned to and asked that question he pulls the long katana hanging on his hip free of its sheath.

"If you think you can handle it."

[capital_asset]

I. Spring Cleaning

Raidou can't help but wonder whose brilliant idea this was. All he'd wanted to do was find a particular book for later (because if he's going to be stuck on this train, he might as well try to keep up with his studies as best he can), but instead he's dodging a ridiculous number of books that seem hellbent on making the library completely immaculate. Raidou wonders if that extends to the books themselves, then wonders if they'll survive the process.

Since he doesn't particularly enjoy being divebombed (or worse, 'cleaned') by inanimate objects that weren't originally made for that purpose, Raidou soon decides that discretion is the better part of valor and exits the library, in search of some place that isn't full of frantically cleaning objects. (The laundry carriage, he soon discovers, is definitely not it.) He's methodical in his search, but he suspects this may be a lost cause. Not that he won't take suggestions, if any are offered...

II. Open Mic

Contrary to popular belief, Raidou actually does have an excellent singing voice... that he is absolutely not planning to use tonight. He doesn't particularly like singing, for one; for another, he's really not in the mood. Being kidnapped by unknown entries for vague purposes doesn't sit right with him (although it does remind of him of certain demons he would rather not think about), and besides which, given the state the Capital had been in when he'd... left, it doesn't seem right to be taking part in an event like this. Really, he should be putting all of his efforts into finding a way back.

He wonders what this night is meant to commemorate.

Not that any of this discomfort shows on his face; of course; Raidou's always had a very good poker face. Still, he's very definitely looking for a way out of the carriage. Upstairs is acceptable, too; just please get him out of this room so he doesn't have to sing.

Team One

Well, if there's one thing Raidou's good at, it's fighting supernatural entities. This includes zombies, although the ones he's used to are infinitely more chatty (and occasionally flirtatious, which is as disturbing as it sounds). Granted, having demon familiars helps too, and his are formidable.

Honestly, Raidou feels pretty badly about this. These people hadn't been asked to be dragged kicking and screaming out of their graves like this; it reminds him all too much of Sukuna-Hikona's super-powered zombie soldiers, especially the ones who'd returned to their home village, lost after the death of their master and looking for something, anything, to give them peace. The best Raidou could give them was a quick return to death. He wonders if these zombies feel the same way.  He wonders if he really wants to know.

His movements in battle are quick and precise, his face mostly expressionless. It wouldn't do to let his doubts show. After the fight is over, he concentrates on ascertaining the continued well-being of both those he's fighting alongside and those he's meant to protect (which technically includes those he's fighting alongside, but still). He's courteous. Professional. Possibly a bit disconcertingly so, considering he's still a teenager. But it's undeniable that he's very good at what he does.

Team Three

Perhaps surprisingly, Raidou is also pretty good at covert activities.  He's had to impersonate people before, often on short notice, and with the right demon, and a piece of the right person (hair, usually, but he's had to use blood before), he can even impersonate someone specific. Granted, that's probably not the best option this time, in part because the demon might end up at risk too. Not all demons can pass as humans, after all, and not all of those can pass as undead humans.

(It's probably a good thing he doesn't have Alice out, he thinks. Alice wouldn't understand why anyone would want to stop a ritual like this; all of her friends are dead, after all. Most of them by her hand, but still.)

As always, he remains outwardly calm as he works with his team to stop the ritual. He'll let himself feel whatever he feels later. Maybe.

I.

[worthallthis]

There's a large man perched on top of one of the washing machines in the laundry carriage, fending off a very aggressive broom with a metal arm. "Jesus, who did this," they growl. "I'm gonna have a goddamn word. --Look out!"

The warning comes just as a mop suddenly seems to notice Raidou, and turns to try and mop his knees.