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.

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Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV

[chocobosnap]

I. Spring Cleaning

Chores may not have been for everyone, but Prompto didn’t mind that sort of thing, so he didn’t think much of this magic cleaning day. He’d did find himself needing to duck a few times to avoid getting smacked by some well-meaning cleaning implement.

When he had to duck a book in the library with a graceless yelp he grimaced.

“Whoa, dude.” It was time to bail that car, clearly the other direction was way more interesting.

“How do we turn this off?”


II. Team One

“This is right out of a video game!” Prompto exclaimed, it was hard to tell whether that was a good thing or not.

Notably the usually mild-mannered boy had two guns in his hands and he was aiming at these mindless hordes with ease, despite any erratic movements, his aim was fairly excellent at that point, and he was landing shot after shot.

“Wait, are they getting back up? Can they do that?!”

III. Wildcard

[choose your own adventure here!]

Spring Cleaning

[canyounoct]

"Uh," Noctis was sacked out on one of the chairs, feet propped up on an arm, body pretzeled to somehow fit upon it. He watched the books wiz around and, with a small smirk, "we don't?"

He shrugged carelessly. "Seems like it's doing all the work for us, and then we'll get the points for cleaning this place without lifting a finger."

[chocobosnap]

"Noct, some magic thing just tried to kill me with a book!" Prompto flailed slightly. "Isn't that your department?"

He moved behind Noctis and gave a little nudge. "You got this! I'll support you! Out of book throwing range."

[canyounoct]

"The books aren't warping, so it's not my magic." Noctis quipped back, and he'd just close his eyes if it weren't for Prompto's sudden position behind him, nudging his shoulder, urging him to do something. Which meant getting up. "Ugh. I hope this doesn't end like, that one cartoon, and everything breaks and becomes messier than when the whole thing started."

He got to his feet with some more token grumbling, but then had to quick dodge to the side when a large, thick volume almost smacked him right across the face. He'd be impressed he actually remembered to dodge that later. "Woah. Dude."

[chocobosnap]

"You're still ahead of me. My magic is just your magic. Also it's not magic." Prompto snickered lightly.

When Noctis ducked he groaned a little bit. "I told you! I wasn't making it up!"

He crouched low in the hopes of avoiding another volume and reached out to tug on the back of Noctis' shirt. "I'm not sure this is actually going to clean the books up."

[canyounoct]

Noctis assured him, "I knew you weren't making it up, it's - ack!"

A smaller book - what the heck was the Merry Little Voidtrain? - beaned him in the back of the head. He snagged it before it went spinning off in another direction and sulked at it a bit.

"Yeah, look, we're going to fix it, you don't need to convince me," Noctis told him, his tone only a tiny bit sulky to match his expression. Someone could actually get hurt like this. He ducked again, and then pulled Prompto with him so they could hide under the table.

He handed him the children's book. "I don't see anything weird about this. Right? It's not the books."

[chocobosnap]

"Uh, you're more of an expert than me." Prompto was fine with hiding under the table if it saved them from a barrage of books.

He turned the children's book over in his hand and mused, looking it over. "I don't see anything weird about this at all."

He wasn't an expert, but as far as he knew, there was nothing off about it.

II. Team One

[saint_14]

"Not that I do not enjoy the fight, but it is always better when they stay down."

Saint turns, lowering his shotgun. His beloved Perfect Pardox has been getting a work-out. His thick Russian accent is deep-voiced and has a mechanical lilt. Seeing the guy's face is impossible, though. He's in full armor, complete with a crested helmet.

"Hold on!"

He spreads his arms, casts a Ward of Dawn around them, a protective bubble that, while the enemies could pass into it, his unique abilities made them blind and senseless. Noctis, though, was perfectly safe, and if anything shielded.

"See if you can learn their weak spot while I have them vulnerable! Ha! You fight like an animal. Is very impressive!"

[chocobosnap]

"I feel that." Prompto quipped, but he was serious about this battle in the sense that dying seemed like a major inconvenience that they should avoid at all costs.

"Cool trick." He complimented and flushed slightly from the acknowledgement and stopped to watch them.

"Well I've tried their heads, that's not getting me anywhere so..." If Saint was going to keep them at bay he could look for an opening.

[saint_14]

"While the Ward lasts, you shall have an overshield, called 'Armor of Light'. If you leave it, then it will persist for another ten seconds or so. They will be unable to bite or scratch you. I do not go into battle and neglect my allies."

He sounds particularly determined about this as he reloads Perfect Paradox.

"I believe our friends will find it very hard to walk without knees. It is a shame it is not their heads, I would like to punch their faces and be done with this business." Besides, he was made of metal, and was coated with metal armor. He had less to worry about jumping into a throng and just going wild of blood-thirsty monsters as he had no blood.

[chocobosnap]

"We can try the knees." Prompto agreed with a nod, shifting to a different position.

"If that doesn't work, then maybe we need heavier firepower."

He took aim and fired, the nearest one getting a bullet to shatter each kneecap easily enough, sending the creature ambling to the ground. It was trying to move with its arms.

"...Gross."

[saint_14]

"Ah. It is not just a mess, but a mess that moves." He says in strong, Slavic disapproval, before coming over and fully kicking it off into the crowd of others.

He shakes his head.

"This is necromancy yes? Powers of darkness. I disapprove with the meddling, but maybe someone has abilities that are meant to be opposite of this? And that can kill them? If guns do not work, punching does not work, then we must consider it is another ability altogether we must use."

[chocobosnap]

"I'm gonna have to trust you on that." Prompto admitted. "Magic isn't really my department." He twirled a gun on his finger. That was more his style.

"I don't have any magic to speak of." He didn't really consider the armiger to count at the moment.

lucius | original character

[diastima]

sleeper carriage
[ Lucius rarely spent time in the company of other people, and the thought of visiting a cabin containing others gives him no small measure of stress. Upon swiping his ticket at the entrance, he finds that someone is already inside, and his heart sinks. His desire to be polite wins out after a few moments, and he sits down on the bunk that corresponds to his name. If one excludes his white hair, he looks rather ordinary; a young man in his early twenties dressed in a collared shirt and a black coat. However, he obviously doesn't want to be here, looking down at his folded hands.

After a while, he'll say one of two things: ]

Um... can we close the curtains?

[ The void hurts his eyes, perhaps more than others'. ]


kitchen
How to make fish stew...

[ Lucius is peering at the ICP, trying to memorize all the text displayed so that he can replicate the recipe. Food is again something optional to him, but it seems useful to try being human for a while, and that includes mundane upkeep of a human body in the less troublesome ways. Since the recipe had 'simple' in it, he decided to try that one first.

Though, once he's noted down the recipe, the ingredients are already difficult to find. He starts going through the freezers, trying to find the needed items. Maybe he could use a hand. ]


till death do us apart - team three
[ Abarranz is both a good and bad mission for Lucius. The good part is that he's technically not alive, and the lich populace won't notice him for being alive... and the bad part is that he is a being of light, and the undead are drawn to light like moths to a flame. Though, that analogy goes both ways - Lucius volunteered for this mission, because using his light is the only way he knows he can be useful.

His partner is to escort him to one of the halls to create a distraction. As for the distraction itself... is he considering something that might harm himself? The answer is a definite yes, but his partner doesn't know that yet.

Lucius pulls his ragged hood over his head, to hide his white hair. ]

Ready?

Kitchen

[worthallthis]

Need some help?

[Soldat offers the new kid a little smile. They know the storage car backwards and forwards, they've got this. They're also in super-casual mode today, apparently, so Lucien gets their actual Brooklyn accent:]

Whatcha lookin' for?

[diastima]

[ Soldat's appearance and accent are unfamiliar to him, but he isn't put off by that. Having assigned himself a task to do, Lucius is grateful for anyone who went out of their way to assist him. Back home, all his duties had to be completed alone.

Lucius doesn't quite look at Soldat, instead addressing a spot three inches to his left ]

Um... I need king prawns and fish stock for a stew...

[ He's seen the tomatoes, at least - there's a lot of them, so he knows where to collect them once he confirms the location of every required item. ]

[worthallthis]

[Aw, fellow no-eye-contact person. They can do that. They instead look around and start pointing.]

Fish stock is over in that fridge there, in cans. King prawns aaaaare in that freezer over there. I haven't tried that recipe yet, myself. I'll get the cans of fish stock if you get the prawns?

Angela Ziegler/Mercy | Overwatch

[watchesoveryou]

Spring Cleaning;

[Cleaning never really bothered Angela. Honestly, it was a little refreshing at times when things were not as chaotic. Between her duties as a doctor and what was going on back home, she hardly had time for something so simple as this. Even though she had just arrived, this was sort of a nice lull as she got adjusted to things here.

Doing her part, she was sweeping and mopping when she noticed the enchanted brooms and whatever else running on autopilot. Some could say that her healing was magic itself, but it was simply science and technological advances. To see something like this was a little off putting, but not completely surprising. Seeming as there were a lot of unique abilities and powers that people had back home, this was not the most unbelievable thing.

Instead of fixiating on the magic aspect of this, she chose to address a different matter. Pausing in her sweeping...]

Can you stop screwing around and just do your work? It's not that hard to sweep.

[She's addressing whomever decided this was a good idea... Or who might be doing it anyway. She had no idea who was really behind it.]

Open Mic;

[Being here was still pretty strange to Angela and although she knew she was needed back home, it did her no good to throw a fit about it. If nothing else, this was almost like a kind of vacation. Whether or not it's the type she needed was yet to be seen, but after finding this place, she had been quietly observing the other show off their skills while doing kareoke upstairs; some better than others.

She didn't particularly have any desire to go on stage herself, but it was certainly a nice break. And after a long day, it didn't hurt to have a drink every so often. Seeming as this seemed to be turning out as a social night, she was just observing other people and those who were singing in peace.

Having someone come up to her...]

Ah... No thank you. I'm not interested in singing.

[Feel free to keep her company.]

Wildcard;

[OOC: For anything else, feel free to start a different prompt if you'd like. I'm not familiar with this game so I apologize if I have anything wrong. Feel free to poke me at Byefelicia for any other ideas.]

Spring cleaning, blame Kia

[controlsthedie]

[ Thanatos's way of helping to clean involves using his ability to hover and float to reach the high places... not... whatever is going on with those brooms and other cleaning implements.

He would really like this feather duster to stop hitting him in the head. There is no dust on his hood! ]

Unless this is a passenger's doing, I doubt it'll listen.

[ Death Incarnate isn't the kind to commit random acts of wrath like an Olympian, but this feather duster is trying his patience. ]

Always. XD

[watchesoveryou]

[She let out a sigh, glancing to where the voice was coming from. Another ability that she couldn't theorize from observation alone. Maybe she should just forego the idea that magic wasn't impossible considering the cleaning implements and her companion while cleaning?]

Is this normal to see on the train? [Gesturing to what's happening around them.]

Yup XD

[controlsthedie]

[ Mercy, don't ask for his name unless she's ready to learn the Greek Gods are real and all the chaos related to that. ]

Those are new, but other random occurrences happening on the train are not.

[ He's thwapped on the head again, and he moves forward in an attempt to put some distance between himself and his assailant. It doesn't work. ]

I blame Kia for being here at all xD

[watchesoveryou]

[She's in for a big surprise here.]

I see... Forgive me for asking. I'm... new here.

[If she were closer, she'd offer to grab the duster for him. She doesn't even have her Valkyrie on at the moment, so flying is out of the question. Too bad that dust pan won't stop ramming into her leg.]

She enabled me here when I was just planning to help her voice test lol

[controlsthedie]

[ The dust pan is probably a lot more annoying than the feather duster. He sinks to the ground, trying to see if maybe the duster wanted to take care of the high places. It follows him.

... There really isn't any reasoning with this thing. ]

I haven't been here very long, but there had already been an... event that reverted my age to that of a child for a day.

[ As weird as that had been, as potentially traumatic it had been for others... Thanatos had fun. Not that'd admit it. ]

Welp that backfired for you lol

[watchesoveryou]

[It was getting pretty annoying... Moving the dust pan away did nothing. Great.]

That's certainly not normal... [Even with the research they had, that didn't seem like a likely outcome.] So I'm guessing this place has real supernatural causes going on here.

[Finally addressing it.]

Oh, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Angela Ziegler.

Mono | Little Nightmares II

[cycledsingularity]

Get that bread:
[Old habits die hard. Even though Mono has been here a week, it's hard to accept that food will just ALWAYS be available. The dining car is too populated to feel safe in to eat at. He has yet to visit the noisy, dangerous sounding place, but this mini fridge near the luggage car seems to have a few loaves of bread. Surely he can pilfer one no will miss? It's light enough to lift, it will feed him for weeks if he rations right! No one even needs to know he is here!

The only problem is, it's a little hard to see, carrying this big thing on his back; and an even weirder sight for anyone catching on to his stealthy movements.

Is that baguette walking off on it's own..? Why it heading for a monitor that turned on by itself?]

Tuning in to a different station
[A bed to sleep in, food whenever he wants, a proper place to bathe. It feels too good to be true. It has to be a cruel trick... But is being tricked really that bad? Everyone here has been so nice or haven't tried to eat him at least. The bag-headed child had never conceived of that even being possible.

It makes some of the things he has heard hard to swallow. He sits in one empty booth with a children's book propped up on his lap. The pages are as tall as he is.]

"... Everyone talks about going back home someday. Is that... a-are you gonna do that too?"

Spring Cleaning
[Sure animated cleaning supplies are a minor inconvenience, for anyone else, for someone as small as mono they're quite the obstacle. But still... It's his turn. He has to prove he can count his salt! Or whatever that saying he heard was! Nevertheless, it's quite the sight to see when you open the door, to find the child clinging to the animated broom with his body and desperately trying to lean with a rag to dust a shelf. ]

"I-- I got this!" [He yells determinedly. He does not have this.]

Little jumpscares
[Thump. Thump. Thump. At a first glance you might believe this cabin is haunted. The lights are off and the whole place is eerily lit only by the crackling hum of static on any nearby screen. The thumping continues at uneven intervals, something goes sailing against the wall-- a.. a shoe?-- and suddenly you feel a presence grab at your leg!!]

"I can't reach the switch."

[OOC: Meet Mono; protagonist of Little nightmares 2! Children in the Little Nightmares canon are disproportionately small compared to the rest of their reality, rather like a doll. To preserve this I'm playing Mono at two feet, I freely welcome any manhandling or plucking without permission, if it helps the thread along. In time I might seek an ingame component to make him "real boy" sized, but for now enjoy little Mr. Smol. I'll do my best to keep out any spoilers!]