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Test Drive Meme 022
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.
let loose the hot dogs of war! have an 18 year old pyrokinetic.
Glancing up at Peter, she raises an eyebrow a bit.
"The Fantastic what?" She has never heard of them. Or the...was it the Avengers? No clue. None. Please help.
Gladly!
He calmly catches a thrown chicken and launches it back.
man this is exciting cr
Which means Charlie's been taking note. Of a lot of people, actually. She's never really been around other people with abilities. Hell, on her world? She is one-hundred percent sure she is the only person who can do what she can.
Like use telekinesis to lift an abandoned lunch tray and use it as a shield against a roll that was thrown at her. Whoever threw it is disappointed, and shouts something along the lines of 'charlie, that's cheating!'
Which she shrugs at, not at all caring. Her original goal still stands firm. She wants a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Not this chaos.
Yes, it is!
Peter leans back a bit to dodge another pile of mashed potatoes.
"My world actually has a little of both in terms of heroes, honestly. Some guys have powers, some don't. You think they're in over they're head but they have their ways of getting through."
Re: Yes, it is!
"I'm not from somewhere like that," Charlie admits, keeping herself in a crouch.
"The super smart people have been, in my experience, the ones causing all of the bad things that happen. Or at least, a lot of them. And I might be the only person with any kind of powers back home."
Which is bad, Peter. So bad.
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His mind was wandering back to Octavius again. He shook his head briefly.
"But, I'm guessing that your uniqueness means you're under attack?"
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Of course it is. This is a food fight, and Charlie has tomato juice in her right eye.
"Damn, that...is unpleasant," she states, rubbing her eye slightly on the sleeve of her hoodie.
"Nearly all my life. Kind of thankful for the train, to be honest. No one gives a shit, here." Which is a huge break.
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"All your life? Sheesh. Yeah, looks like everyone here's quite chill. Makes things a lot easier."
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"Okay, so tell me about the good people in your world. The good ones with brains to spare."
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Peter paused a bit. "Actually, I think there's a Tony here, but I'm confused as to why he looks like Robert Downey Jr. I never pictured him looking like RDJ. But, well, alternate worlds."
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"Gotta be honest, here? The waste of food is really irking the homeless street kid in me."
...technically she still is that homeless street kid, but that's really not relevant is it?
No. No, it's not.
"Richards is a scientist," she asks, sort of wary now. It's probably a hint that all the awful people after her were scientists. Not to mention asking to hear about good smart people. The smart people she's had experience with? They tend to suck.