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

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?