Test Drive Meme 022

[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!

Mix It Up

Normally, the morning announcement has you waking up in your designated bed, in your designated cabin, with your three designated roommates. This morning, something's wrong - you're waking up in a bed, in a cabin, with three roommates. But it isn't your bed, your cabin, or your roommates.

It looks like you've all been shuffled during the night. Pity no one's belongings got the memo, you don't recognise any of this stuff. At least you're in your own pyjamas.

Let Slip The Hot Dogs Of War

The carriage-length table and benches of the dining carriage are practical. Sturdy. Easy to clean. It's a good thing, too, because roughly thirty seconds ago, a handful of boiled vegetables went flying across the room and hit someone with a wet splat.

Twenty-nine seconds ago, war was declared.

One overturned bench and three pots of cabbage later, you've picked a side. Or a side has picked you, with a projectile sailing towards your face.

Follow Your Heart

The glittering, futuristic world of Tresques has long been protected by the Ciel Maidens, young women who wield their mighty empathic abilities to subdue and pilot gigantic mechanical monsters called Arc Frames. Now, with disaster on the horizon, their powers have vanished.

Team One

The primary foes of the Ciel Maidens are the Morne, hulking many-limbed shadows born from the nightmares and fears of the people of Tresques. Intangible, they roam the cities feeding on heightened emotions and stirring ill thoughts. Granted emergency Ciel badges and the use of the Arc Frames, team one are to combat the Morne wielding happiness, friendship and love as their weapons. Miniskirts are optional.

Team Two

Camille, ace of the Ciel Maidens, has disappeared, after sealing the empathic powers of the entire order to avoid the loss of any more Maidens to tragedy such as that killed her partner and destroyed their Arc Frame. Team two, based in the order headquarters, are to find out as much as they can about the fate of her beloved, find Camille, and convince her to unseal the powers of the Ciel Maidens.

Team Three

The Ciel Maidens have scattered to the far reaches of Tresques, seeking to restore their own powers and their confidence in themselves and each other. Some are so affected as to have birthed Morne of their own, the creatures possessing the Arc Frames and wreaking havoc. Team three are to search for the Maidens and bring them home.

Comments

[morganizedchaos]

A gesture that's definitely some kind of affirmative, possibly the laziest salute ever, and then the bed Ghost was on flips up seemingly of its own accord. Gotta love telekinesis. Ghost does indeed lead the way out of the room, though he pauses at the nameplate just to check -

Yep, says exactly what it always does. He reaches out and flicks a finger on it to draw Casper's attention to it, then glances back with raised eyebrows. So that's not typical.

[helborn]

Casper follows Ghost and looks at the nameplate... yeah. Sure doesn't say what's listed on Ghost's roster entry.

"If I knew how to get in I'd say we should check whatever system the train's using. If it's sapping us around that's... more or less harmless. Don't want it to get any other kinds of errors, though."

[morganizedchaos]

Train's too big to get into, is what he'd like to say. If they sat all the techies it has down together for a coordinated effort, they might be able to get somewhere.

However, that is too big for the amount of words Ghost has available to his mouth, which is mostly swearwords and canned phrases that got lodged in his brain enough that he doesn't have to think about them. So he just nods, and turns the appropriate direction down the hallway towards his original berth, though he's checking the other cabin labels as they go.

Yes, he has them memorized. Deal with it.

[helborn]

It's fine. He has a lot of things memorized - not this, but if you need the name of an obscure deity he can provide. He ambles along, unconcerned about their speed. He'll let Ghost lead the way.

shuttles us along and also pretends this is a thing that can be done for the sake of TDMing

[morganizedchaos]

Down the train they go! Names still appear to be on the appropriate cabins, at least, including Ghost's usual one.

Which is closed, yknow, as cabins tend to be when people are sleeping in them. Ghost sighs heavily, his whole body portraying it as he shakes his head. Doing this the hard way, then.

Please note that "the hard way" will look to Casper mostly like a flicker of purple energy around the ticket reader as Ghost politely manipulates it into cooperating. (Don't hate him, train.)

[helborn]

He's seen some technopathy before, so the hacking doesn't bug him, especially when it's, you know. Trying to get into your own room. Casper opens the door when he hears it unlock... huh. Empty.

He's about to ask if Ghost needs help with anything else, but better to wait for the guy to get his voice back.

[morganizedchaos]

...Well, that's weird. Usually it's not empty, but at least that means he can do this without disturbing anyone.

This being the way his phone - abandoned near the pillow as usual - snaps into his hand after tumbling through the air like the mattress somehow chucked it across the room. Yeah, yeah, be careful with the tech, whatever.

As soon as the phone's back in his hand -

"Thanks. I owe you one." Even if it's a small, stupid thing and they didn't actually encounter any other people.

[helborn]

"Not a problem. ... People probably scattered to go find their stuff, too." He wouldn't be surprised. If his important stuff wasn't in his hammerspace, he'd be worried about that, too.

Other than Bob, but he's pretty sure he'd be in a coma if Bob was a car away from him. "Do you want to go get breakfast?"

[morganizedchaos]

"Sure. Food sounds good." With a little luck, the fact that it's a Shenanigans Morning means that it won't be too crowded in the kitchens, especially with the number of late risers they have on the train. By now Casper's probably noticed that Ghost avoids the most crowded areas if he can. "I reserve the right to hide and eat it in the storage car, though."

[helborn]

“I mean honestly same? I’ll take a different corner. Away from the freezer.” It’s still Kazoo, one of the recipes still has prawns on it. He’s given up and put shellfish on the allergy list in the kitchen - he isn’t really, but it’s easier than saying ‘cries when he sees a crab’. “Should be a few kinds of cereal left, I don’t really want to deal with cooking.”

Someone else probably already did, but eh...

[morganizedchaos]

"Cereal is a more respectable breakfast than a single straight can of coffee." Which he has not done but Morgan definitely made a habit of. Ghost, for his part, makes pancakes on autopilot most mornings and shoves them at whichever unfortunate comes close enough (a category that has almost certainly included Casper) or just eats whatever fresh fruit he can get his hands on straight.

This morning? Is shaping up to be a 'fresh fruit and coffee only' morning. "Hopefully there's still some of those oranges." He's going to eat like four of them.

[helborn]

"It definitely is." He's going to make sure that's not all you're having, Ghost. He's happy for pancakes but today is already a 'no thoughts, head empty' day. "I'm pretty sure there are some? Unless someone swiped them. We're still like a week away from restocking."

[morganizedchaos]

"You never know with this crowd. Someone gets an idea in their head and suddenly all the cream cheese is gone." (Someone was him and the idea was cheesecake. He doesn't regret it.)

The great thing about oranges is that they're also something to do with his hands, and sometimes Ghost needs that kind of autopilot motion. Especially on days like today, which for him are more like 'head too full, thoughts too speedy.'

[helborn]

"Mhm. Someone did get that idea." He's teasing. He's not mad about it, though it did surprise him when he went to find something for his bagel.

Storage, storage... almost there, at least. "You feeling okay?"