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

mix it up

[snowchild]

Eh? This isn't my room...

[ Lauralae is, in fact, not left to herself. A moment after she starts to breathe more deliberately, a small face appears upside-down from the bunk above her. From the owlish blinking, it seems she's also been dislocated.

Or maybe she's just like this. ]

Are you okay, big sis?

[rakta]

[ Big Sis?

Lauralae winces almost immediately, shaking her head. She is no one's sister, but it's clear - there's some attempt at comfort. She can respect that, even as it makes her feel almost on the edge of discomfort.

Pushing herself up a little, she stares forward with wide, open eyes. ]

This is not my room.

[snowchild]

Really? It's the same for me. [ She picks her way out of unfamiliar blankets and a blue sleeping bag - hm! - and clambers down from the bunk. There's a mess of bags and dirty clothing on the floor that she pokes at with one foot, before reaching down and gathering the whole lot in her arms to dump out of the way.

There! ​]

Oof. Okay! Ah, who are you, again?

[rakta]

[ Lauralae is barely able to look at who or what ever else is in the room; she looks more uncomfortable at the notion of there being other things and as soon as the other person gets an inch closer her hands sink further into her hoodie.

She hates it here. ]

I am Lauralae.