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

Quinter | Nature of Nature's Art

[quintet]

i. mix it up
[There's something uncommonly pleasant about waking up in bed with a cat. This is not that kind of pleasant. This is someone waking up, realizing that they have been moved in their sleep, and responding by reflexively slapping whoever-you-are with all claws extended. This is a startled cat.]

Agh, who the hell are you?! [A talking one, no less.] Get your own bed, you pervert! I'm not that kind of girl!


ii. hot dogs of war
[Quintet is, by the standards of her people, a good and proper vegetarian. She is obligated by biology to eat meat, of course, but all her life she's gotten her protein in the form of milk, of the giant insects that populate her world, or from donated meat sourced in the bodies of those who have left society to join whatever lies beyond death.

She also has lived for the last six semesters on a college campus populated almost exclusively by rowdy student-artists and knows when to keep her head down and observe a food fight in action. Anyone hiding under this particular table will soon find themselve nose-to-nose with a pudding-bespattered housecat guiltily horking down a hot dog as quickly as possible.]

Omfh [Chew....and swallow!] Hey guy, get your own. There's plenty to go around.

mix it up~

[menaretrash]

[ Ann's had a nice dream, really, a dream that involves a beach and bright, crystalline, turquoise waters. It had churros and crepes, and at one point, Ryuji being obnoxious, which, in dream land, had been remedied by Ann tossing a churro in his direction, summoning a whirlwind of seagulls who flocked into his face.

She'd been smiling and laughing in her dream, something that may or may not have carried over, even if it sounded like soft huffs and snorts. That is, until she's suddenly slapped by toe beans and claws that she can only associate with the one cat she's very well acquainted with: Morgana. Ann quickly sits up, blinking and squirming off to the side just a little bit, about to take her pillow and whack the living shit out of her adorable little companion, but. ]

W-what? Hey! You're not Morgana, who are you?!

[ There's a long pause, however, and she blinks, shoulders dropping. Her eyes narrow. ]

...And how am I able to understand you right now? [ This. She hasn't ever seen another cat in the Metaverse, and THEREFORE this one should not be speaking. Or, rather, she shouldn't be able to understand her... pr...obably. ]

...And I'm not a pervert, either! Jeez, I don't even know how I ended up here!