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

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.

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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."

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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!"

[coneyislandcrazy]

"That's just the sort of thing a Wizard in training would say!" She shouts back as she cartwheels out of the way of a flurry of knives which bury themselves in the stairs trying to cut the wrinkles out of her clothes.

Scrambling clumsily across the kitchen floor like a blond cockroach Harley seizes a frying pan out of mid air and swats at some sponges which begin swarming her like soggy gross bees.

"If it ain't you kid we gotta find out who did it and knock em out! That always works in the comics! BLAGH!!!" Just as she started to get a handle on the sponges and bottle of dish soap squirts her in the face with lemony fresh goo.

[hashtagparkerluck]

"Yeah but-" He ducks a sponge that might have been after cleaning his mouth? He's not sure. He's a little bit of a mess. Who pissed off Mary Poppins? There has to be a better way to fight this. After a split second and the moment the knives get involved, he fires off his webs to pin them in place. He's not sure it'll hold for long.

"I don't know about that-but also I don't think there's chloroform on the train." He leaps up on to the ceiling as another broom comes after him. "I also can't really think of anyone that would be capable of this? Last I checked we didn't gain a Yen Sid or Mickey."

[coneyislandcrazy]

"Who said anything about chloroform?" Harley laughed before yelping and having to throw herself to the ground to avoid being pummeled by a flurry of plates which shattered against the wall.

"A little concussion never hurt nobody after all...well except when it does." she laughed before rolling across the floor barely avoiding a series of whisks, tenderizers and spatulas trying to smack her off the floor.

Spring Cleaning

[yondu]

"You're singin' my song,," Yondu sounds pretty grumpy from down below. He doesn't want to be doing any of this either. But he is, god knows why. Maybe because against all of his better judgment he is a team player. It's why he was a good teammate during the early Ravager days, a decent Captain in the latter ones, and forcibly a great one in his youth. He can at least put shit away.

But suddenly there's a broom that's decided to help him. In the middle of putting away a cast iron frying pan he's got bristles whacking his leg.

"Shit! Hey! What the f-" The would-be word turns into a sharp whistle, and his arrow shoots from its holster to knock the broom across the downstairs.

He's now holding that frying pan like he's ready to club a sponge that just sprung to life. "Now I gotta figure out if this is a train thing or a dickhead thing."

[coneyislandcrazy]

"Anybody ever seen the front of the train? Maybe it's just a big dick!" Harley shot back suddenly being accosted by a lazy Susan spinning wildly through the air and flinging spice bottles at her. Each one explodes in a cloud of powder making her hack and cough as she grabs a sprayer from the dish washing sink and starts hosing it down in self defense.

"If we smash this stuff is anyone gonna get mad?"

[yondu]

The sponge is swatted comically out of the air and Yondu has to cough and cover his mouth long enough to recover from a debilitating case of Paprika lung.

"They'll have to live with it," it's self defense at this point.

A scrubber 'crawls' up the back of his leg and he reacts much the way someone with a giant spider on them might. He throws off his leather coat, revealing it trying to scrub the back of his team hoodie in a place he can't quite reach.

He's a little worried about stabbing himself in the back with his arrow because it's hard to concentrate when you're getting the Mr. Clean treatment.

[coneyislandcrazy]

"I'm startin' to think a tactical retreat might be in order here big blue!" She called over the chaos as a knife sliced through her sink sprayer causing water to gush and spritz everywhere while the hose flailed wildly.

Harley didn't even wait for his agreement, scrambling on all fours towards the door as a series of pie and cupcake tins began pelting the ground after her.

[yondu]

"Aw, hell!" Yondu grabs up his coat and, after throwing the scrubber like it's a rabid rat, he whistles and the arrow returns to its holster.

He chases after Harley out the door, getting into the next car and casting a wary look back. "Careful, doll, this train tends to not do things by halves. It won't be gettin' us from one side."

Where the hell were the magic people? Who did this!

Doctor Doctor

[pleple]

This is a study in contrasts. On the one hand, this lady is wearing a proper labcoat, glasses, and has her hair neatly tied up. On the other she still looks like some kind of clown.

The child standing in her doorway scowls at her. Therapy clowns? "...what am I doing here again?"

[coneyislandcrazy]

Harley offered her a warm smile, calmer then her usual manic grin but her blue eyes were sparkling with excitement.

"Come in! Come in! I'm Dr. Harleen Quinzel, you may already know me as Harley Quinn. And I've taken it upon myself to put my college education to good use and try to help you and everyone else here mentally and emotionally." She winked and gestured with her clip board towards the seat across from her which had some pillows on it stolen from other compartments.

"Come in, lay down. Lets talk!"

[pleple]

Well, it was a pleasant and friendly smile. Ple Two couldn't argue with that despite the odd circumstances and the fact that she'd probably insist she doesn't need this kind of professional help all that much.

"I don't... already know you as that, but it's a pleasure. I'm Ple Two." Already starting off with someone who just has a number in her name, Harley.

[coneyislandcrazy]

"Nice to meet you! Was there a Ple One or is Two your last name for some other reason?"

She gestured for Ple Two to sit adding "You can lay down if you like, it's kind of a classic pose for the Doctor and patient thing but I like to give my clients options."

[pleple]

Ple Two took a seat - not laying down. Not yet anyways.

"...there was a girl named Ple before me. I know that I'm... a clone of her." How they knew she would turn out so effective, even Ple Two doesn't know. Even figuring out the nature of her existence took context clues. "There are others. Were others. I don't know if any of them survived."