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

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?"

Will do! https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/dragonball/images/8/89/Bulma_Resurrection_F_1.jpg/

[funseeker]

Since Maron had been Krillin's first girlfriend, he'd been placed under a lot of pressure as to how to proceed. Blissfully unaware that her relationship had ended by Bulma's time she was still entertaining delusions that it was going to last, at least for a while! He wasn't her usual type but maybe that was what was so appealing about him, besides he was really sweet and could make her laugh.

"Huh?!" Still a little distracted by the living furniture, Maron hadn't noticed the other female walk into the car but when she saw her she recognized her immediately. New haircut and all.

"Hey! It's that middle-aged lady!" Actually sounding a little relieved to see a familiar face. "Can you get me down from here?!"

[ballseeker]

... Well. There go Maron's chances of being saved even a little bit. Bulma's face falls immediately into a look that's partially disbelief, partially absolute disgust.

Granted, she is actually legitimately middle aged by now, but that's not the point.

"Nevermind. Stay there." And she is, in fact, turning to leave.

[funseeker]

Airhead that she is, Maron didn't even realize she'd been all that insulting. It's not as if she could help being young and nubile, her features accentuated by her inappropriate attire.

In fairness, Bulma had aged well, Maron never assumed she was so much older now than she was before.

"What!? You can't just leave me!?!" Her shrieks a mix of confusion and desperation, the cushion now having taken to flying about the room in wide arcs.

[ballseeker]

"Oh, but you know, I actually really can." It's just a flying couch cushion, after all. As far as Bulma's concerned that's very low on a threat list and .. at least marginally unlikely to actually kill Maron unless she managed to fall out on her head.

.. Actually, let's not think too hard on that, shall we?

"This middle-aged lady has appointments to attend to." That's a lie, but Bulma Briefs is petty to the core.

[funseeker]

"Ugh! I don't know why I even asked!" Both Bulma and Chi-chi had to seem some grudge against her, they always had. Oblivious to the fact that she had personally given them cause not to like her. Maron would have been tempted to throw something at the other woman if she had anything she could afford to lose. Fingers sinking into the soft material, she decided she was in for a long haul.

"In that outfit?" Sounding like she just smelled something terrible and was expressing her disgust. "With who, a maintenance man?" Maron could be pretty petty too, and she tended not to get along with girls as well as guys. Huh. Wonder why?

[ballseeker]

"Only one of us here got a husband, and it isn't the one flying around on a couch cushion right now..." Bulma raises a brow as she watches the other woman fly around, still unconvinced about going over there and helping her out just yet. It would be entertaining to go and get Vegeta to ask him to come and take a look at this mess, though, wouldn't it?

Granted.. she doesn't actually know if Maron moves on to get married to some other schmuck, but she hadn't really cared to check up after they'd gotten Krillin off of her.