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Test Drive Meme 021
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.
Yato | Noragami
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
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?
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He just blinked a moment.
"What?"
Say My Name
The demon tilted his head, replaying what the guy had been shouting. "Delivery God? Shouldn't you be bugging the ladies? The ones getting ready to have sprogs?"
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"That's...not really my job, although for an offering, I'd do it."
He would have no idea what he was doing.
spring cleaning
Ken blinks as Yato hits the ground. "Um...."
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"Ken-chan, this floor might already be wet."
Wormmon squirms over to see if their work here has already been started. If people are tripping, it must really be slippery!