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

tbh cp77 didn't bother to discuss proper terminology about surgeries and i'm kinda grumpy about it

[fightcreamsundae]

Cherry winced a little at the term ripper doc, her ears fell back a little as her fingers dug into the bed a little, gripping the blanket. It was a rather ugly term for an otherwise helpful profession. He could probably already imagine the question forming in her mouth based on her vivid expression of discomfort with the term.

The question and discomfort evaporated as he smiled and explained he was more than just a singer. "Really!? What do you play!? Ms. Kha really wanted to teach me piano." A small pause. "I could never sit still enough for it though. The kids also don't really leave me alone, but I can't really blame them."

cyberware is one of those things the game could have done better. one of many things.

[secondconflict]

At least she doesn't make him have to think too hard this early in the morning. He stretches his back as she talks about learning piano and chuckles gently. "Don't blame ya," he promises. "Way folks teach that tends towards the borin' side. You don't learn half the best things it can do. A cute cat girl's bound to distract away from boredom."

getting into the ttrpg was a mistake now i see all the things that don't match up ;~;

[fightcreamsundae]

Kerry calling her cute made her happy enough she actually started to softly purr where she sat. It was something that would be rather hard to hear in normal circumstances, but with how quiet it was in the room he may just notice.

"And if you were going to teach me to play something, what would you teach me and how would you keep me from getting bored, then?" Whoops. Maybe didn't get off the hook of thinking this early in the morning.

ah well. we'll fudge the details and pretend!

[secondconflict]

"By teachin' you the ways the piano can fuckin' rock," he points out. "You get stuffy songs that you can't even shake yer ass too with traditional class. It's all removed from passion and curiosity. Music should inspire you to share a part of your soul, not fall asleep."

[fightcreamsundae]

She giggled quietly, but covered her mouth as she did so like she was trying to stifle it.

"Not all music is about dancing wildly, you know." She lowered her hand back down to her lap and grew more serious. "Ms. Kha has a violin piece she plays whenever she's sad. It makes me think about a bird flying struggling to fly through the sky, then it catches the wind and soars." as she speaks of this her hand sort of mimics a bird in the way she describes, before falling back into her lap. "It's really beautiful. I think that Ms. Conada's been teaching her some bard song because sometimes I can almost feel myself soaring through the sky as she plays it."

A pause.

"Mr. Kha, um, taught me me a duet once. It's a more traditional song from Doma. He said they taught it to him when he first left the Steppe as a teenager. It's a very pretty song." She looked down to her lap, her ears falling back. She looked sad as she talked about this. She rubbed her arm. "I didn't know what it meant when he first taught it to me because my Hingan was... Well, I didn't know it at all, but now I know it's a song about not living in the past, but to be in the present and look ahead to the future." She glanced back up to Kerry. "Which is what I try to do every day." Even though it was really hard sometimes because she missed home.

The smile she gave him now was not as bright as her previous but it wasn't unhappy.

"I think, though, you play music like Rich does? Um, I think he called it rock, like you said about the piano. We don't have that kind of music on Hydaelyn. It's mostly just, um, I think Rich called it classical."

[secondconflict]

Kerry lets her talk and finds himself curious about this song. He really wants to learn a song about letting go of the past. He could probably do with that lesson and hope that it sticks this time. It feels like he keeps learning it over and over, but then something drags him back down into the dark of dwelling.

"Rock. That's right," he says. Then, after a moment, he adds. "Tell you what. You help me find where they put my guitar, and I'll play somethin' for you."

[fightcreamsundae]

Cherry's ears lifted as her hair seemed to lift like in a Miyazaki movie as her expression blossomed into an excited grin. Her tail started to thrash behind her, quite excited. It was like a game of hide and seek, but with an object instead of a person. She was like a cat with zoomies, really.

"Okay!! What's your guitar look like??"

[secondconflict]

Kerry moves to stand. "It's blue and silver Gibson Explorer. Know what that means?"

[fightcreamsundae]

She blinked at him and tilted her head slightly to the side.

"Um, I understand the colors. I don't know what a Gibson is, and I imagine Explorer isn't what I think it is."

[secondconflict]

"Gibson is the brand name. Explorer is... the model? It's kind of got a funky shape to it." He tries to outline the shape of the explorer with his fingers. "Nah, never mind. It's hard to visualize. Once you see it, though, you'll get what I mean."

[fightcreamsundae]

"So what I'm hearing is you're going to be searching with me." It's hard to tell if she's pleased by this or not because of her generally excited demeanor.

"Soooo there are kinda two places that come to mind that it could be! There's the music cabin where all the music instruments are... And there's your normal cabin that's on your ticket!" Her ears wiggled as she mentioned the normal cabin.

"Where do you wanna start? I can show you where the music cabin is~"

[secondconflict]

"Let's start with my normal cabin and then the music cabin. I would wanna play there, either way, so we'll want to end up there even if it's in my cabin." He would like to be out of the random cabin they were shoved in anyway and check on the rest of his stuff.

[fightcreamsundae]

"Then I think you should lead the way, since it's your normal cabin and I'm not sure where that is." She could ask to read the ticket, but that required being able to read.

[secondconflict]

Kerry nods and then leaves the cabin they find themselves in. He looks around to get a sense of where they are and then heads to the room he was actually assigned. "So... they normal shuffle people 'round like this?" he asks as they walk together back to his room.

[fightcreamsundae]

Cherry doesn’t immediately respond as her attention is grabbed by the general chaos outside of the room. She kept picking up snippets of conversation and complaints; she wanted to comfort and help but she was doing something else right now.

“No, this hasn’t happened before. I think, um, you can request to be moved if you have a partner and you’re in a relationship or married or something, but usually rooms don’t change.”

A pause.

“This isn’t the first time something weird has happened though. Someone told me all the translators went down once. For a day. I wasn’t here for that. Someone also mentioned that recently everyone was like... Turned into themselves when they were kids? Like everyone grew younger for a day. I’m not sure? Does that make sense?”

[secondconflict]

"None of this makes any fuckin' sense to me," he admits, waving his hand in a way that shows he means the entire train. "I've taken on an 'accept what you see and move on' kinda approach. Seems to be the only way to keep sane."