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

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!