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

Frankie Bacon | Isekai/Online | OTA

[labcatte]

Mix it Up

Pajama? Hah. Hah. Hah. Oh, this would be so much easier if Bacon wore actual pajamas to bed, but unfortunately they do not. Frankie Bacon sleeps in their underwear. The saving grace is that they're also as flat as a boy, so no one's actually seeing anything scandalous if they get a glimpse of their bare chest.

(Sure, they're an anthropomorphic tiger person and currently in a biologically female body, but Not All Cat Girls.)

And whoever's in the room with Bacon is definitely seeing that bare chest, because they sit up immediately and start swearing under their breath once they realize that this is not their beautiful cabin, these are not their beautiful roommates.

Hot Dogs of War

One good thing about playing an Alchemist in AWO? Being damn good at throwing projectile weapons.

"Eat cabbage, asshole!" Bacon shouts, hurling one over their head as they dive back behind the bench, only barely managing to avoid getting splattered with boiled vegetable in turn. They grope around on the ground for a return missile and oh look, good, they can use what's in this package.

Claws, as it turns out, are hella useful for slitting open plastic packaging. And hot dogs are surprisingly aerodynamic.

[phobophage]

There's a housecat sized saber-toothed cat lazily reclining on another bed. She yawns widely.

"Hello, you ended up in the nightmare zone. It's a quite peculiar place where anything can happen."

Yeah, Shadow's just messing with Frankie. But she decides to be a little nice.

"That or for some reason we all ended up in the wrong room."

[labcatte]

"I'm starting to think this entire damn void is the nightmare zone," Bacon mutters, rubbing their furry brow. "Damn this train and damn its shenanigans."

[phobophage]

The cat casually shifts into a human-looking woman in a snazzy suit. "Anywhere I am is the nightmare zone. Because I'm a Nightmare. But seriously, this train is very interesting. I haven't heard of many things that can cross to other universes. Sub-realms of an universe, yes, I do that all the time. But whole other universes? Haven't encountered that."

[labcatte]

Bacon blinks a little, but to their credit, they don't yelp or otherwise freak out. "Do you mean actually or metaphorically? Because I could see either."

They haven't encountered anything quite like this either.

Hot Dogs of War

[worthallthis]

Soldat is torn between laughter and despair. These people ruined their soup and now they'll have to make a whole new batch. But it is objectively hilarious to be stuck behind a chair while people hurl food at you. So they're kind of laughing sadly, back to the rest of the room.

"It will be your fault!" they call to whoever just threw that hot dog and actually hit the edge of their (metal) shoulder. "If we run out of food a day before the next platform!"

Re: Hot Dogs of War

[labcatte]

"Look," Bacon calls back, "I didn't start this food fight. I'm just going to be the one to finish it. Also biologically speaking, as long as they have water, most sentient species can go a day without eating."

They punctuate this statement by throwing another hotdog, dart fashion, at the guy with the metal arm.

Re: Hot Dogs of War

[worthallthis]

"Just because they can doesn't mean it's a good idea," Soldat counters. This time they just knock the hot dog out of the air, with said metal arm. It's halfway covered by a shirt, sleeves rolled up from where they'd been dealing with food all morning.

Food which is now all over the damn dining car.

Re: Hot Dogs of War

[labcatte]

"Never said that it was," Bacon says, with a huff. Look, they get that Soldat isn't happy with the whole food fight, but it wasn't their idea. They're just playing along. Anyway, at least Soldat won't have to clean anything out of fur.

Re: Hot Dogs of War

[worthallthis]

They're not angry at Bacon. Though it'd be nice if they stopped throwing the food. The fight can't continue if people stop throwing food. "Then why'd you even bring it up?" they call back, looking sadly at the hot dog on the floor.

Re: Hot Dogs of War

[labcatte]

"You sounded concerned?" they say after a moment. And also, sometimes they just liked sharing stupid trivia that they knew. It was something they hadn't really grown out.

Re: Hot Dogs of War

[worthallthis]

"We have a finite amount of food on this train," Soldat explains. "Wasting it isn't in our best interests." And, to complete the logical connection here that Bacon didn't seem to catch: "Why are you still throwing things if you admit it's not a good idea?"

Re: Hot Dogs of War

[labcatte]

"I don't know," says Bacon, who actually hasn't thrown anything since that last hot dog. "Because I'd had a long few months before getting here and a stupid food fight let me blow off steam? About the only good thing that happened is World War Three didn't actually occur when I thought it did and there's every chance that it still will if Sekh's friends can't take down a bunch of homegrown Nazis."

[helborn]

Casper blinks at sudden cat as he wakes up, noting the new scent immediately. "Mngh... Bacon?" He rubs at his face, trying to wake up better. "How'd you... get here?"

Bullshit, probably. But his brain is not yet engaged.

[labcatte]

"No damn idea," they reply, dragging their hand--and it was more or less a hand, even if their feet were more paw-like--down their face. "Stupid train shenanigans, I guess. And of course all my clothes are in my actual room."

[helborn]

"... Oh." Yeah, that would probably be a problem. "Do you want to borrow a hoodie so you can get back to your room?" It might not fit the best, but at the very least they can tie it around themselves.

[labcatte]

They smile despite themselves. "Yeah, actually," they say. "My bottom half's sort of covered but, well..."

They gesture to their exposed flat chest.

[helborn]

He nods and digs through his bag for a moment before pulling out a purple hoodie and tossing it to them. "There you go. Mind if I walk you back? Not like I think you can't, but I could use a shorter walk to stretch my legs."

Or. Leg, singular. But shh.

[labcatte]

They wiggle into it pretty quickly. "I know it's just your train team," they say, "but I like the color. But no, I don't mind." And they hold out an arm for him.

[helborn]

"Yeah? The train didn't put me in any of my favorite hoodie colors, I call bullshit." He grins a bit though and opens the door for them as they walk out.

"I don't think I ever asked - do trains exist where you're from?"

[labcatte]

That gets Bacon to laugh. "Sort of. I mean, they don't on Mundus yet--though me and Thom Katt are working on it--but they do on Earth. And Earth is where I'm ultimately from."

[helborn]

"Mundus is like a fantasy world though, right? So that makes sense... the city I grew up in has a metro system, but I'd never been on a train before this one." There weren't any jaunts with trains that he was on, at least.

[labcatte]

"Mundane Fantasy Historica is the subtitle, yeah," they agree. "It's meant to be pseudo-Renaisssance, more or less. I've been on a train, though," they add. "When I was a kid, I rode the Pacific Surfliner with my dads. But it wasn't a sleeper train like this. Just day trips."

[helborn]

"That sounds nice. Where did you and your dads go?" He's a little better at not being thrown by people openly admitting they have same-sex parents, but it's still notable for him.

[labcatte]

"Mm, not the whole way up to St Luis Obispo. We got off at Santa Barbara, because that's where Dad went to college decades ago, around the turn of the millennium, and he wanted to show Papa and me around all his old hang-outs... a lot of which weren't there anymore because it had been over twenty years."

So that's probably why Bacon's just so casually talking about dads plural.