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

[zombiemessiah]

Oh? Nice. Telekinesis is a trick I never got to do. Let me make you some space. He goes to sit on the balcony railing, one leg propped up along it and back against the wall.

He gestures loosely at Ghost.

"Go on, I wanna see. Show off, hot stuff."

God he can think of so many times that would have been good to have.

[morganizedchaos]

It's not that impressive. The comment comes with a feeling like a laugh.

Still with a faint wave of Ghost's hand for prompting, the folding lawn chair lifts into the air, folds, and then unfolds in a backflip before dropping back into mostly the same position it was in.

I'm pretty much limited to one thing or group of things at once, so it's really just like having a third hand around that isn't attached anywhere. He might be underselling it a little, but it's definitely less visually impressive than, say, the electricity thing. I'm still working on the dexterity to be able to do useful things with it instead of just throwing shit around. I've got a friend back home who can almost write with it, but she didn't have much choice but to learn. That's distinctly 'human friend,' and the didn't have much choice part carries the image of shaking, uncontrolled hands and a brain injury.

[zombiemessiah]

"Are you kidding me?"

It's impressive enough! Seriously, how helpful would that alone have been in a zombie apocalypse setting. In the early days it took so much concentration to turn off someone's hunger.

But, oh. That's unfortunate. The mental image of shaking hands pressed into his mind.

I could have cured that, he thinks blatantly. He thinks, pointedly, enough to conjure up mental images, of some of the dying and chronically ill people that he bit. Sure, it meant they were linked to him, put them in the similar state of 'in-between' that he lives in. But there were a lot of people that come to him just for that and surprisingly few regretted it.

[morganizedchaos]

That would have been useful. A couple mental images come up in response - not just Mary's shaking hands but a couple other people with the aftermath of concussions, someone's arm with deep electrical burns, a woman in a chair trying to work feeling into her leg and the phrase "I can only walk on good days, now." We've got one doctor but there's only so much she can do, even with a couple neurosci to do her bidding and a medical Operator to handle the small shit. ('Medical Operator' is said roughly concurrent with 'med robot' to skip the explanations.)

There's a definite feeling of 'different apocalypse, same problems' to it - Typhon aren't zombies but the end result isn't that far off, in terms of the total breakdown of society and infrastructure, at least assuming Murphy's version isn't that different from the standard movie fare.

Luckily Mary's got people to be her hands for the kinds of complicated fiddly shit she can't afford to screw up, but it's been about six months so she's probably not getting any better. 'Complicated fiddly shit' is fine computer part soldering and putting microchips in place - the mental images are clear because Ghost served a couple shifts as her hands himself, so he knows exactly what she needed help with.