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voidtreckerooc2021-03-16 06:00 am
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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.
Mixed
But before that, there is another important thing that needs to be addressed. So important, she'll turn to look at Ghost head-on, serious look on her face, even leaning a little forward conspiratorially. ]
... you're allowed to say it.
[ You can say fuck. She won't judge. ]
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Fuck.
[Just as toneless sarcasm as he can manage.
Then he flips the sketchbook over and begins to write in a quick, sloppy, everyone-with-a-postgrad-degree-has-awful-handwriting-it's-required scrawl - ]
I can't say complex sentences aloud without taking twenty minutes to do it, it's a neurological bug in the system.
[ - and practically shoves it in her face.]
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Yeesh. That sounds like a real pain. [ And something she'd be curious about under other circumstances. But right now? She can hear the distress signal of missing technology, so that's priority number one. ]
Pretty obvious question, but I'm guessing it's not back at where your original bed is supposed to be?
[ You know, before the whole switcheroo thing. ]
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To the question, he shakes his head, and then the scribbling resumes again. He appreciates your priorities, though.]
No, but there was someone's cat in there. Looks like stuff got shuffled around too.
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Wait, seriously? Ugh- Let me know if you see my laptop too.
[ Well. Now this mission just got personal. Good thing she's used to walking around in pajamas, because she ain't getting changed until her precious child is found and secured. Which means marching over to the nearest door and- balking a second because what if there are people in there and she just barges in, that would be mortifying-
Give her a sec and she'll knock. Just has to psych herself up for it first. ]
continues to handwave that this works bc TDM
So we're just going to start popping into other cabins, then? Well. Let it be known it wasn't his idea.
The way the door just slides open spookily in front of Futaba while she's gathering her courage, because someone decided to do a technopath's lean on the controls? Well. Yeah that one was all him, sorry kid. If she looks fast enough, there's a touch of purple energy, there-and-gone, before the door slides open.
On the bright side, he only did it because no one's home. Knocking wouldn't have done much.]
I mean I'm handwaving that her laptop is gonna be small enough to be brought with so w/e
But for now, congrats you now a redhead's shield ]
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At least she's small enough that she actually can hide behind him. Stupid train average height is not in his favor.
The sound of scribbling, and then the notepad pokes up over his shoulder where she can see it - ]
Sorry. Nobody in there.
Didn't mean to startle you.