Test Drive Meme 022

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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

[secondconflict]

"Not fond of it much myself," he said after a moment.

"So, hold up, you're actually plannin' on killin' someone? Or findin' someone who's already dead?" He isn't a stranger to the idea of death, but seeking out someone to murder is another story. "Not sure I'll be any help with that first one."

[zombiemessiah]

"First come, first serve? Finding someone dead would be easier. But I got a few knacks for breaking into places too."

Again, using methods most people wouldn't like, but he hasn't survived this long through kindness. If he has to make someone give him what he needs, he'll do it.

"What if it's self-defense? Or are you too good for self-defense? Because I'd call that an acceptable loss. Win win?"

[secondconflict]

He finds himself wishing he had someone around he could point to for providing him with self-defense. Someone like his security detail back home, Morgan Blackhand, or any burly solo, honestly.

Or V.

Fuck, that thought makes him want to kick himself in the ass.

"I ain't sayin' I'm too good. I'm sayin' that I'm no good at it. That kind of thing needs someone capable, right?" He really wants out of this conversation now. He's trying not to show how uncomfortable he is with it, though. He doesn't know anything about this man and doesn't want to end up offending him. He isn't sure how dangerous such a thing would be. "Chances are, I'll fuck it up and get everyone caught."

[zombiemessiah]

"Oh. Right, yeah. I had this sword cane thing once? It was great. Don't have it now, though."

He clicks his tongue against the side of his mouth and pulls a face. Riiiiight. So, it's been a while, but maybe he can get someone to fight for him. He's pretty sure he's not lost the knack.

"By the way, the name is Murphy."

It's his actual name, though one would suspect that he was named for the Law sometimes. He might as well be. "And would you at least know where we could find a decent map."

[secondconflict]

"'m Kerry," he offers in return. Now that they're not talking about him assisting in committing murder he does relax a bit. It's not as if he's a stranger to hanging around people who have killed before. He's fallen in love with mercs who made that their business. The thing that makes him uncomfortable is the thought of being pressured to help.

"And, yeah, pretty sure that's in our research." He takes a moment to hunt it up and ends up finding it to give to Murphy. "Any help?"

[zombiemessiah]

"I wish Warren were here," for many reasons. Not the least of which she was better at mysteries than him. He just usually picked the easiest fix; like he was trying to do now, in fact! But in explanation. "Ex-military. Survivalist. Total babe."

Out of his league but he loved her anyway. But, once again, not the sort to be into a pansexual, polyamorous hybrid human-zombie expirement.

"Alright, well. Here is the city morgue. Which is where the body should be if it's still under investigation. How does one get into the city morgue? One finds someone with access and I manage a little alone time... I'm not going to kill them, I promise. I'd need them alive for this idea."

[secondconflict]

Warren does sound pretty hot, but Kerry doesn't say so. Instead, his brow raises slightly at the description. He doesn't even need to know if Warren is male, female, or something else. She still sounds exactly his type.

"What's the idea now?" He's assuming some kind of torture would be the next thing on the list. He sounds more curious than judgemental though.