voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 021

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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.

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[Gym]

Casper hasn't played sports - or attempted to do so - in a long time. He grabs a basketball and starts dribbling it, keeping control of it relatively easily with a few slip-ups. He bounces it up and down along the train car, occasionally taking shots at the basket. After a particularly far one he holds the ball and looks down at it.

"Are god powers cheating?" The raven perched on the sidelines caws. "... Yes, I know. Cheating's relative, yeah, yeah..."

[Library]

Ah, home. Libraries are wonderful, and this one has books that he hasn't read yet! People entering the library will find Casper in a pile of beanbag chairs, sometimes reading right-side up but sometimes he's upside-down. Neither position seems to bug him though, and if he spots someone he doesn't know he'll wave at them with a grin. "Hey there!"

[Open Mic]

Casper is an extremely good singer, at least in terms of pitch. His vocal quality could use a little work, but mermaid Song ability means that he keeps on tune. Most of what he grabs are classic rock or blues songs. He tries to not take up too much of the stage, though. He's much more comfortable sitting back and listening, sometimes with a drink in hand.

Even if he looks at the drink with annoyance as if it just insulted him. Or the raven perched on the chair next to him, because of course Bob gets his own seat.

'Till Death Do Us Part

[Team One]

Casper's a good pick for this - given that he can sniff out entropic energy pretty easily. This whole place stinks, but he can at least tell if the stink is getting stronger. Casper's a whirlwind of attacks with his baseball bat and kicks, and when he fells a few of the zombies he grins and dives down.

A hand on each of their heads and a moment of enforcing his will, and the zombies rise again - under his authority.

[Team Two]

Casper can be good at sneaky - he can see in the dark, he can walk silently, and even magical darkness doesn't stop him from getting around. He glances at the others with him and gestures down the hall, making a questioning shrug. This way? He might be sneaky, but he hasn't seen a map of this place and so hasn't been able to figure out a good route.

[ Caster's Knick-Knack Shack ]

It's a lovely morning on board the Voidtrecker Express, and you're a horrible Caster.

People heading to the Dining Car for their morning breakfast, coffee, or tea need to pass through the Quiet Car to get there. And when they do so, they will see one of the Quiet Car rooms has been.... remodeled. The outside of the room is covered is wooden boards, and bright letters spell out CASTER'S KNICK-KNACK SHACK right smack in the middle. It's impossible to miss.

Peeking a head through the open door will see the single table of the room covered with various natural fabrics, like cotton and silk, ingots of copper and silver and gold, and various spices in glass jars. And those with a sense for magic can tell that... this space is magical in nature, somehow.

Caster greets anybody peeking their head in through the door veryq uickly, however. "Hey! Welcome to Caster's Knick-Knack Shack! Can I interest you in some high-quality copper ingots?"

[ Spring Cleaning ]

You know the bad thing about self-animating objects? They can get into Caster's growing store of trade goods. This isn't too terrible for the silks, which simply go about wiping things down as if they're dirt rags. But it's another thing entirely when it gets to the copper ingots. Or, worse, the weapons.

Catch Caster in literally any of the train cars, chasing down a flying dagger and four solid blocks of copper, waving people out of the way as she dashes after her wandering wares. "Get out of the way, idiots, or you're gonna get stabbed! Or bashed! Or stabbed and then bashed!"

[ Team Three ]

Now this was a mission for Caster. Social stealth, negotiation, and absolutely messing up a grand magic ritual? This was tailor-made for her, and she didn't even have to pay for it!

But fine, this is a team play, and maybe she can play along. "Okay, so before I take over, who else has a plan, and does it involve getting getting everybody really angry? Because I am great at that part."

Spring Cleaning

On the one hand, Vander had seen some shit. On the other, nothing had exactly prepared him for cleaning supplies coming to life and trying to 'clean' him. He was wrestling with a mop and doing his best not to break it in half while a broom repeatedly smacked him from behind, evidently trying to knock any dirt off of him instead of sweeping him.

"This is ridiculous!"

His hands slipped on the mop and it fwomped right into his face, dirty and wet. Immediately, he pushed it away, scrubbing his sleeve over his face frantically.

"Oh, gross," he muttered.

He could really use a hand with that broom behind him.

Open Mic

Nope, this was not his thing. Or rather, he hadn't had enough alcohol yet for this to be his thing. He lurked in the back of the room, as far away from the jukeboxes as he could get, sipping at his drink and hunching down a little to be less tall. He didn't know if it was working or if he was trying too hard to be inconspicuous, thus making himself entirely conspicuous.

He was sure there were plenty of people who would go up willingly, right? No one would go and try to force him up there...right?

Team One

This was much more his style. The undead might not be the same as demons, but they weren't any harder, either. He might have been without his team and his usual weapons, but he'd worked hard to make himself a weapon, too. With a little improvisation and some makeshift weapons, he waded into the hordes and started swinging.

It wasn't like he had to worry about infection--these weren't the typical zombies. At least, he hoped they weren't, because he had enough to worry about as it was, like that undead over there rushing him only to be met with a kick to the chest, or the undead to his left shambling towards him, which he punched in the face before swinging one of his makeshift weapons.

"All right, I maybe underestimated how many of them there are." There were enough that he was breaking a sweat, and he was used to back-up. Which he didn't have right now. Because he'd charged forward on his own. That might have been a mistake. Whoops.

Spa Car

He'd never been in a spa in his life but it was never too late to experience something, right?

Wearing a simple pair of swim trunks, he settled himself into the hot water, sighing softly. The temperature was really good for sore, stiff muscles, and now that he was relaxing, he was wondering why he'd never done this before. He had a healthy tan and there was a scattering of scars across his upper body, including his arms. Here or there were marks that looked like they'd been inflicted with sharp claws, others with blades. Some of them were fresher, but most of them older and faded.

He closed his eyes, leaning his head back. Though he wasn't expecting company, he wouldn't turn anyone away, either. This was just as much their space as it was his.

Caster can read people, and she can read people well. This guy's body language practically screamed 'I do not want to go up on stage and sing, please do not make me do this under any circumstances.' Caster read that loud and clear.

Unfortunately, Caster is a dick.

"Hey buddy, you haven't gone up yet?" This is what she says as she casually sidles over, a drink of her own in hand. "Pretty much everybody else has gone up already, I think it's your turn. That's only fair, isn't it?"

Cherry was not someone who would get up to sing, not even once this evening, but she's here enjoy herself and watch everyone else have fun. Casper'd just finished and he was one of the best that Cherry'd ever heard. She was impressed enough she wanted to go up and tell him that because she had the unfortunate affliction of being very extroverted and friendly.

It's not long before a teenage miqo'te perches herself next to Casper. She's a little different from those he knew - pale, round pupils instead of slits, more pronounced cat fangs, the markings on her face white instead of a dark tan - she was almost like a moonlit cousin to those he knew. She had a mop of cherry red hair on her head, copper eyes, and a tail with a little tuft of fur at the end like a lion.

"H!! You were really good up there!! How'd you learn to sing so well??" She's absolutely beaming at him, her tail moving about in her excitement, her ears forward towards Casper, attentive.

[Spring Cleaning]

Waking up to a whole train car full of self-animating brooms and mops doing work for him, It's hard not to sit and watch in utter delight, assuming that he'll get credit for the work they do, while also getting to watch them work! Kokichi is happy to sit and watch for a while, until the brooms and cloths start getting into a great amount of detail... and creeping closer and closer to where he's decided to set up his station. Even just wiping away the crumbs of the sandwich he's been snacking on isn't enough for them before they begin intruding on his person!

"Ahh!!" he cries out as a damp, dirty rag apparently decides to start assailing his face. No amount of swiping or pulling them away seems to deter these cloths and brooms from their mission.

Help!!

[Open Mic]

Kokichi is a little disappointed that the person behind the bar is able to tell he's not old enough even in his own country to drink yet, but takes the soda mocktail he's offered with delight anyway, settling in for what promises to be an interesting show. He's not much of a singer himself, but he does like to watch and offer his critiques and praises... whether or not they're honest is entirely up in the air.

He's happy to cheer on anyone who is brave enough to step up to the mic, if only to give them some kind of false hope that they might actually be set up for success. What's a little white lie between carmates?

[Til Death Do Us Part - Team 3]

Kokichi feels as though he's tailor-made for this mission. Whether it's his team or not, these people need coercion, and his skill in lying seems particularly valuable in this instance. He's small, he can pick locks, and he can usually charm his way out of tight situations if need be. The only thing he needs is muscle.

"Hey! You're going down as part of Team Three, aren't you?" He says cheerfully. "Me too! I was hoping I could stick by you. You know, safety is found in numbers!"

He'd noted her, but didn't want to push anything. When she slides over to him though, he grins at her. "It's kind of cheating... I picked up a skill in another world and perfect pitch was a side effect of it. I still kinda sound bad... but I'm getting better at it!"

Kokichi is ever curious, and upon spotting something out of place, even for this crazy place, he's wont to poke his head in. After all, with such interesting trappings on the outside and such obvious signage, how can he resist?!

When he looks inside, he's not quite sure what he expected, but what he finds defies any expectation, and he looks around in wonder, taking no time at all in reaching for any loose vials or objects left out in plain view to admire them. This stuff is so weird!!

The voice that greets him gives him a bit of a start, but he's grinning back within seconds.

"Copper ingots? Oh no, not for me, thanks. I'm more interested in all this fun stuff you have out here!!"

Cherry was honestly something of a floater - she would happily go anywhere that she was needed or that otherwise interested her. There were plenty of people on the first mission, and she was definitely not the sneaky type, so team three it was. She turned around at the sound of a voice addressing her.

"Uh, oh, yeah! Team three! That's me!" She grinned at him, cat ears wiggling in her excitement. Without her hoodie on it was clear that she was rather muscular, looked like she could probably get through a scrap or four. Her grin fades as he mentions safety in numbers and she nods at him. "Oooh, yeah! That is a good idea!" She fiddles with her SCA a little. "I'm not sure what we're supposed to do, exactly. I know we're gonna be interrupting something, but I don't really have a plan?"

"What am I supposed to do with copper ingots on a train, huh?"

Eva looks around the shop, brow tight with the casual disdain she wears as her more or less permanent cloak. Of course, the real question on her mind is: what is a caster - or Caster, if she must deign to allow the implicit claims of status and competence that seem to hang from the capital C - powerful enough to alter a space to this degree doing selling common trade goods? She picks at the threads of the magic with a dubious air, as though expecting the entire shop to collapse on itself at any moment.

But while Eva knows her magic inside and out, she doesn't exactly have much life experience with saleswomen, for all her years. Else she'd know better than to open her mouth at all.

Just looking at her, Kokichi is pretty sure he's found a good bodyguard for the type of finesse required for the mission going forward. And what cute ears! It takes more willpower than he's willing to admit to not call them out, and even more not to ask to touch them. There's been so many interesting people on the train so far, he's had to temper his excitement about meeting them all.

She certainly looks well-built enough to keep him safe, and she's obviously seen enough combat to give him confidence in his decision. Yes! Instinct wins again!

"Well, it seems to me like we need to make our way to where this ritual thing is happening, right? Well, we just need to pretend like we belong! It's basic infiltration 101! We dress the part, we say the right words, and look for a way to stop it once we're in. Can't be that hard, right?" He grins, clearly not all that worried about being caught. "And if possible, we kill the guy who's in charge. At least... that's what I'm getting from the brief."

She shook her head as he said he still sounded kinda bad. "You don't sound bad at all! I mean, we all can use practice at things, even stuff we're good at, but you're good!" Better than some of the others that had been up there, easy.

She leaned in close like she was telling a secret, her voice only loud enough to be heard. "I don't think that's cheating... If I had the chance to be good at singing from another shard I'd take it~"

Open Mic

Is this what normal people do? In their free time? Because it's noisy and awful and ridiculous. And why is she here again? Oh that's right, because people are blocking the door so she's essentially trapped.

Alright maybe not, but it feels like she is. The door might as well be barricaded from the other side, for all that she'd actually go ask them to move.

So she instead sits and scowls, hoping that no one will approach her. This is all so very stupid, and a waste of time when there are other things she could be doing to further advance humanity's scientific knowledge. Like staring into the Void until she got a headache and seeing if she could desensitize herself to it. That actually sounds far more pleasant than being forced to sit though....this.

Team One

If there was ever a time for Lilith...this would be it. This would all be over and done with. These people would be gone and everyone could be on their merry little way. Doing whatever it is people do.

Tannis is not too keen on the idea of fighting...zombies...but communications she can handle. And the occasional undead creature that wanders her way may occasionally be zapped by some "shorting" electrical circuit she's constructed. Oops.

She's even humming absently to herself as she tinkers with various things, seemingly completely unconcerned by the hordes of undead as she works, occasionally mumbling to herself under her breath. Or to the various inanimate objects scattered around her. Or to nothing in particular.

"Oh behave, Armand, I've asked you nicely to cooperate three times now."

"Oh my, what a discerning eye you have!" Caster is all smiles and warmth as she practically slithers over to Kokichi's side. "That's 100% pure saffron you have right there! Very rare. It's a product of my homeland, very near and dear to my own heart."

She smiles a little wider, leans a little closer. "That liiittle jar you have right there? I used to be able to trade something like that for dozens of pounds of gold."

[Any character that can get a sense of people’s auras will notice that Lloyd, despite his innocent smile, has a very strong, monstrous, imposing aura. Regular humans who are well-versed in combat can usually sense it as well, since it’s just that powerful. He is constantly perceived as dangerous. Lloyd is completely unaware of this.]

I. Spring Cleaning

If there is one thing Lloyd knows, it’s cleaning. He was smiling wide, happily helping the magical items wipe things down with just a cloth.

Everything Lloyd seemed to touch with his cloth would sparkle.

“Look out for the mop!” He called to some poor hapless person who happened to come in and interrupt.

II. Team One

“I think you’re supposed to be resting.” Lloyd said gently at one of the lumbering zombies, before he seemed to reach out and poke it, sending it flying a good distance away.

He looked around nervously.

“Someone said there was a battle around here. I’m not very good at fighting.” He looked worried and frightened, but the zombie threat didn’t seem to register as the problem.

III. Kitchen

Something smelled amazing. Lloyd was by the stove stirring up a fried rice dish he was cooking up.

“Are you hungry?” Lloyd asked with an innocent smile. They were in for a real treat, cooking was one of his best skills.

IV. Wildcard

[I’m up for anything. Feel free to hit me up with any other options.]

Oh! He's not exactly prepared for a pretty woman sidling up beside him, but he's not stupid enough to miss this opportunity, either.

"Is it, really?" He asks, a degree of wonder in his voice. He looks the item over, holding it out at arm's length, and then pulling it in for closer inspection. "Boy, I bet some people would be happy to get their hands on this."

There's a little grin on his face as he gently tosses the bottle back toward the table where he found it. "Too bad I don't cook."

"What are you supposed to do with copper ingots? Copper ingots of this quality?" Caster taps the stack of ingots with all the care of a used car salesman slapping the roof of a car in front of an unwary mark. "I could barely even begin to describe the number of uses!"

She siiiidles over closer, grinning like a shark. "Let me tell you, this copper comes straight from an age where Mystery still ruled the world. Any magus with an ounce of magic will feel the difference using this for their magic rituals, implements, items, or components. You can slap some of this copper on an amulet and get double, no triple your mana input! But surely you knew that much already, right?"

Kokichi had been strolling around, trying to find something to entertain him which was... surprisingly difficult considering the company. He was actually rather disappointed in his search, actually.

But one place he knew that interesting things always happened was the kitchen, and as soon as he pushed the door in, he could smell something wonderful on the air. Something familiar, which when the sounds of rice being tossed in a hot wok caught his ear, he knew exactly what was on the menu.

"Oh! Sorry! I didn't mean to intrude!" He lied. "I just smelled something wonderful and it led me right to you! What luck! Are you sure it's okay to share what you're making? I'd hate to take food out of someone's mouth!" Truth be told his stomach had started grumbling the moment he caught the scent of food on the wind, and he couldn't wait to get some into his belly.

A tiny spark of a curse, a flash of green, and that little bottle will not land nicely. Instead, it lands on edge, rolls, rolls some more, and then topples off the table.

"Oh. Oh my. I understand you're not interested, but that doesn't mean you can just go breaking the merchandise, you understand?"

Now she moves again, this time to get around and block off that door.

"You're going to have to pay for that, you know. That's just how business works."

"Hi!" Lloyd smiled brightly in his direction with a little wave.

"It's really fine." He insisted, gushing a little bit. "I can always cook more if we don't have enough. Cooking is one of my favourite things to do. Is fried rice enough?"

He wouldn't want to leave a potential friend hungry.

Kokichi isn't so blind to not notice something weird. Still, he's not entirely versed in the ways of sorcery to know exactly what happened, but he's pretty sure he aimed for the table. Maybe the ingredients inside were weighted oddly?

"Oh...well I didn't mean to..." There's very little remorse in his voice for his apparent accident, and as she swoops to block the door, he leans against the table and grins. This has all been so fun for him so far.

"Am I, really? And.. pray tell what it is you expect me to pay with. We're both on this god-forsaken train with the same currency... And you know I haven't been here long, because I saw you get on with me." His grin crooks a little higher.

"You're so generous! Sharing your talent with the rest of us without even asking! How kind of you!"

Kokichi finds a stool to pull up near this mysterious chef and takes a perch atop it, smiling happily.

"Anything would be fine so long as it's an actual person making it. I'm not sure I trust the train to make anything, if I'm honest." He's not. "But if I can see someone pouring their heart and soul into making something delicious, then it would be rude of me to refuse, right?"

Caster is all smiles. "That's fine. I believe there's a perfectly acceptable arrangement we can make. What's it called... debt servitude?" Her smiles are not nice ones. "Don't worry, I'll find work for you. How good are you at hauling copper ingots?"

"Please eat as much as you like." Lloyd said with a little bow after he spooned some onto a plate and set it down in front of Kokichi.

"Everyone in my town is so much stronger than me. All I'm really good at is cooking and cleaning, so I hope it pleases you."

He didn't have a lot of confidence.

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Test Drive Meme 021

Spring Cleaning

Open Mic

’Til Death Do Us Part

Team One

Team Two

Team Three

Casper LeBlanc Jr. | Scion/oWoD (CRAU)

Caster (Ea-nasir) | Fate/ OC

Vander Reighn | Original | OTA

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Kokichi Oma | Danganronpa v3

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Team 3 - you wanted muscle you got it bud :v

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Patricia Tannis | Borderlands

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Lloyd Belladona | Suppose A Kid From The Last Dungeon Boonies Moved To A Starter Town

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