voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 022

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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.

Threaded | Flat

[First of all PREY 2017 ENDGAME SPOILERS LIE BEYOND THIS POINT, SCATTERED EVERYWHERE LIKE SOMEONE DROPPED A BAG OF MARBLES. Secondly please check HERE for psychic and technopathy permissions stuff. It's important. Feel free to grab me on plurk

starcrossedsky if you have questions or want to plot a thing.]

Mixed Bag Days

Anyone who has interacted with Ghost in literally any capacity will have noticed that his phone is 1) the source of his 'voice,' 2) constantly hooked to his waist in a belt clip if it's not literally or metaphorically in his hands.

So, waking up in a different cabin? Not that big a deal. A different set of mental signatures in the immediate area, but it's not like he has a lot of stuff to be worried about. The wall's on the wrong side, and that's the only reason he initially notices.

Because, significantly more importantly, his phone is missing. Presumably, left behind in the bed he's supposed to be in.

But the thing about missing the device that serves as his voice is that it makes it one hell of a pain in the ass to find it and get it back.

If you wake up in the room with Ghost, you're likely to hear a wordless groan, followed by witnessing the quickest put-bed-up-and-get-out-of-cabin you're likely to see this week. Unless you catch his attention in the middle of the process, you're unlikely to get anything out of him. (Even if you do catch his attention in the middle of the process, you're not going to get much out of him. There's there whole nonverbal thing there.)

However, anyone and everyone is likely to encounter him wandering the train later, with a very clear sign written across one of the random sketchbooks from the train art supplies held up -

HAVE YOU SEEN MY F###ING PHONE?

(The #s are scribbles. There are children around and he has some manners.)

Please do bring a mug to a food fight

Low stakes flying object chaos? He was made for this.

When Ghost is visible, it's with a grin that says that he's enjoying himself entirely too much. Telekinesis that he's used to using for throwing things means that he doesn't even need to use his hands to fling plates in the direction of other combatants - sometimes he's not even within logical range of the item in question. The poor soul who makes eye contact is as likely to get hit from an angle as an orb of soup (minus bowl, we're trying to avoid serious injuries here) flings itself towards Ghost to strike enemies in the back of the head. And it's not easy to get him back - he's got good reflexes and is good at not getting hit in the first place (often shifting in a cloud of shadowy tendrils somewhere else entirely), and if his extremely metaphorical hands aren't already full, well, it's good to get practice at catching things with telekinesis too.

But it's when you can't see him that you should really be worried.

After all, in all this chaos, no one is likely to notice a mug, or a hot dog, or a spoon as having any particular significance to the melee, even as it rolls itself across the floor. When there's opportunity, Ghost mimics something innocuous and moves to a better tactical position - and that tactical position is rarely defensive. Much better to get behind enemy lines, demimic, and get them all from the back with a plate of spinach puffs to the head. Or squirt a bottle of salad dressing down someone's shirt and disappear again while they try to figure out what happened.

Yeah, he's having fun.

(That said: If you're someone who clearly Doesn't Want To Be Here, he's also willing to cover an escape for anyone who looks distressed. Or feels distressed, if they're psychically loud about it.)

Follow Your Heart: Up And Downtime/Team One

The benefit to having psychic senses: It makes finding ephemeral entities made of negative emotion a lot easier than it is for most people.

The downside of using those psychic senses to locate said ephemeral entities: They are in a city. A fully populated city, full of people thinking thoughts at full volume.

Which is loud, when you're a passive telepath tuned for things much quieter than that.

So when things get too loud, which is often, Ghost makes his escape by the best means available to him - going up. The glossy buildings weren't designed for climbing, but there's enough of them that are single- or two-story that a bit of Lift Field and some arm work will get him up on the roof. It's not ideal, any more than the train is ideal, but it's at least out of range of the immediacy of having someone standing right next to him, thinking loud thoughts.

And then from up here, he can coordinate the group a bit, too. Don't be surprised if you get a sudden SCP call - "There's a Morne a couple blocks to your left. Do you need backup, or do you have it?"

Because, yes, he always asks, even if you're in the middle of the crowd. You just might have to carry a mug out of there when you're done, instead of a teammate. Sensory overload is bad.

Follow Your Heart: Not A Cardiologist, Here/Team Three

Outside the cities, Ghost is a lot happier. He's pretty close to in his element, honestly, but it helps that aside from teammates who might be with him and the Maidens they're trying to find, there's no one around. He can get a break from fighting off the psychic overload in a way that he can't on the train.

Giant possessed robots? They're not really a concern. They should probably be more of a concern, actually. Except that even possessed, they're mechanical enough for...

Wow, he really has not tried to control something that large before. Either that or the weird nature of the possession or something about the Frames themselves makes it hard to make control of them stick. Ghost hisses out through his teeth. "I can keep it still for about thirty seconds," he says to whoever's accompanying him at the time. "It'll probably fight me off again after that. Think you can our damsel of the day out of its range in that time?"

Edited 2021-03-16 07:41 (UTC)

( A. Mix It Up )

Jin Ling is still trying to understand how he had come to this train when the last memory he has is one in hell. There had been some relief to find that Fairy had come with him this time there would need to be no deals with Lucifer to get her back once more but also his sword, his father's sword is nowhere to be found and Jin Ling's mood had been testy and foul because of it -- not that he actually tells anyone what's bothering him. He'd kept to himself, unsure how to deal with the people he recognizes, people that don't all have the same memories of him -- certainly no one with memories of hell. He's yet to mention hell to anyone either.

But another frustration is bound to annoy him as he wakes up and quickly realizes he is not where he's supposed to be and Fairy is not beside his bed. He gets up quickly, scowling as he looks around.

"What is the meaning of this?" This being that clearly someone is messing around with him.

( B. Follow Your Heart - Team Three )

Do you even know where we should be looking?

[ Jin Ling had teamed up with someone to take on the task of attempting to find the Maidens. It sounds like an epic adventure but thus far it has amounted to a lot of nothing. ]

( C. Network )

Has anyone been in a place before here that is not where you are from?

( D. Wildcard )

[ up for anything else so hit me with your best shot, fire away! ]

Get that bread:
[Old habits die hard. Even though Mono has been here a week, it's hard to accept that food will just ALWAYS be available. The dining car is too populated to feel safe in to eat at. He has yet to visit the noisy, dangerous sounding place, but this mini fridge near the luggage car seems to have a few loaves of bread. Surely he can pilfer one no will miss? It's light enough to lift, it will feed him for weeks if he rations right! No one even needs to know he is here!

The only problem is, it's a little hard to see, carrying this big thing on his back; and an even weirder sight for anyone catching on to his stealthy movements.

Is that baguette walking off on it's own..? Why it heading for a monitor that turned on by itself?]

Tuning in to a different station
[A bed to sleep in, food whenever he wants, a proper place to bathe. It feels too good to be true. It has to be a cruel trick... But is being tricked really that bad? Everyone here has been so nice or haven't tried to eat him at least. The bag-headed child had never conceived of that even being possible.

It makes some of the things he has heard hard to swallow. He sits in one empty booth with a children's book propped up on his lap. The pages are as tall as he is.]

"... Everyone talks about going back home someday. Is that... a-are you gonna do that too?"

Spring Cleaning *Bonus Old TDM prompt*
[Sure cleaning supplies a magically moving on their own are a minor inconvenience, for anyone else, for someone as small as Mono they're quite the obstacle. But still... It's his turn. He has to prove he can count his salt! Or whatever that saying he heard was! Nevertheless, it's quite the sight to see when you open the door, to find the child clinging to the animated broom with his body and desperately trying to lean with a rag to dust a shelf.]

"I-- I got this!" [He yells determinedly. He does not have this.]

Little jumpscares
[Thump. Thump. Thump. At a first glance you might believe this cabin is haunted. The lights are off and the whole place is eerily lit only by the crackling hum of static on any nearby screen. The thumping continues at uneven intervals, something goes sailing against the wall-- a.. a shoe?-- and suddenly you feel a presence grab at your leg!!]

"I can't reach the switch."

[OOC: Meet Mono; protagonist of Little nightmares 2! Children in the Little Nightmares canon are disproportionately small compared to the rest of their reality, rather like a doll. To preserve this I'm playing Mono at two feet, I freely welcome any manhandling or plucking without permission, if it helps the thread along. In time I might seek an ingame component to make him "real boy" sized, but for now enjoy little Mr. Smol. I'll do my best to keep out any spoilers!

**I'll add additional new prompts for this TDM shortly!**]

(Just a heads up that he's an android and will have a little LED mood ring on his left temple, you'll see it in some icons barely lol. For those who can mindread I don't think android minds count?)

MIX IT UP:

[It's been a week now and Simon still finds the sensation of waking up strange. It feels like he doesn't have control of his own body anymore when it comes to this "sleeping" and "waking". He's an android, technically he doesn't need to sleep, but every night they all tuck in and fall asleep and his processors slow down and he goes into sleep mode like he's some roomba scheduled to sleep in it's dock until it's needed to scoot around the floor and clean things up.

Except it's even more strange this time, waking up at first it seems normal... er, what his new normal had become, but a scan of the cabin quickly detects that this isn't... the right cabin? Nor are the the people in here his roommates. What-]

I'm sorry if this is your cabin, I don't know how I ended up in here.

[He apologizes at the first person to look over at him, sitting up in bed, the LED on his left temple spinning from blue to a bright worrying and confused yellow.]

LET SLIP THE HOTDOGS OF WAR:

[This wasn't the war or battle he thought he'd end up in, but at least there would be no casualties. Besides all the wasted food. Not that it matters to Simon, he doesn't need to eat, but all the organics on board must have to. Why would they toss their food around like this?

He feels some annoyance as he'd even helped cook some of it. That's the only reason he'd been in here after all, bringing food down from the kitchen and then all hell had broken loose. So here he was ducked behind a table, his hard work being thrown around like mud. At least he wouldn't be bored after this was said and done. Clean up and all that. Peeking out from around the end of the table he almost get's hit square in the face, but thankfully brings his arm up, which blocks most of it.]

Really?

[He sighs, peering for the nearest exit. Maybe if he can escape it'll all blow over sooner or later and then he'll come back after to make sense of the aftermath.]

Hey- we should move together, there, that table is closer to the door.

[Simon taps the arm of whoever is nearest him, expecting they want nothing to do with this either. Maybe.]

Mix It Up
The problem with being an early riser, was you were usually the first one to find out that something went wrong overnight, and no one else was awake to help deal with it. This was what Luke was faced with when he woke up before announcement time, as he usually did, going about his morning routine, ready to grab his lightsaber and head to the gym to get his morning workout in before everyone else woke up.

The Problem of the Day presented itself immediately, as his lightsaber certainly was not where he left it, nor was it in any drawer he claimed to use. On that note, nothing of his was present, as he found himself staring down at clothes that were decidedly not his. That got Luke to glance up, noting that the sleeping roommates were also not his.

Luke sat back on his heels, letting out an irritated sigh. Even if he left this room, he would not be able to get to his normal one; because, really, who actually slept with their ticket in their pocket?

"Oh... kriff."

Let Slip the Hot Dogs of War
Luke didn't know who started the fight, but stars forbid that he wouldn't be the one to finish it.

He ducked back behind cover as the cabbage came sailing toward his head, watching as it harmlessly splattered against the wall, before turning himself around, combat training kicking in as he surveyed the field. There was plenty of spent "ammo" laying around from missed shots and splatter damage; if he could gather it all up at once, than the enemy was going to be in for a rude surprise.

"Cover me," he said absently to the person beside him, closing his eyes as he reached a hand out, concentrating on the Force to try and lift the wasted food spread out all over.

Follow Your Heart - Team One
Luke wasn't a stranger to piloting, nor was he a stranger to giant mechanical vehicles, not the use of empathy to achieve his goals. This was, however, the first time he would need to make use of all three at once, and he found himself staring up at the gigantic Arc Frame he was designated to pilot. As intimidating as the thing looked along with what it took to pilot them, he couldn't help but feel a little thrill of excitement. Starfighters were more his thing, but like hell he was going to give up on this chance.

There was just one small problem, and Luke found himself distracted by it as soon as he managed to tear his gaze away from the Arc Frame, watching what remained of the native pilots flitting about, helping get things ready for them. He made a face, less at them and more at the miniskirts they were wearing. Not only were they not practical for combat, they also didn't leave much of anything to the imagination.

He leaned toward the person next to him, keeping his voice low as he asked: "You don't think we're going to have to wear the uniform, do you?"

[[ooc; hello all, I'm trying out Luke again to see if I'm up for bringing him back. For those of you not familiar, Luke is from an AU where Vader found him when he was 11 and, in a moment of panic, yote him off to an Imperial Academy as far away from the Emperor as possible. He grew up and graduated to become a pilot in Black Squadron, started learning the Force from his dad, got a truth bomb dropped on his lap three years earlier than canon, and immediately set out on the happy road to treason, dragging his father and half the 501st along for the ride. He's still the cinnamon roll he is in canon, just a bit more mature and slightly looser with his morals. If you have any questions, feel free to send a message to either this journal or you can poke me at

SkylaDoragono. ]]

Mix It Up

There's waking up from a raging party without knowing where in the hell you might be, and then there's collapsing into a hotel bed from an exhausting show and waking up without a single clue where the hell you might be. Both are disorienting. One means that somehow in the middle of the night you've been kidnapped.

"What the fuck?" Kerry starts as he realizes he's not where he should be. For him, that means that it's possible scavs have kidnapped him in the middle of the night, or some crazy obsessed fan has broken past security and plans on going all Misery on him.

Not good.

Let Slip The Hot Dogs of War

There was a time in his life he would have relished the start of a food fight. That's pure, mostly harmless chaos right there. Sure some clothes might get ruined and your hair might get sticky, but those losses weren't the end of the world.

Today, when it starts, he just wishes he had security who could rush him out of the dining carriage without much fuss. Instead, he has to try to get out of dodge himself. He almost makes it too. He's close to the door when the food finally hits him and splatters his face.

"Oh... It's fucking on now," he declares as he wipes the mess from his cheek. He might as well give in to the chaos.

Follow Your Heart - Team Two

Kerry's doing what he can for the investigation. He's no detective, but he can read through historic accounts and do whatever his teammates ask of him. He's also trying to consider what really would be the best way to convince someone to move on from their grief.

"Fuck it, this is gonna sound cheesy as hell, but you think a song might work? Remind her of the reasons to keep goin' with music?" He might as well put his skills to good use. It does sound cheesy, though. Like something straight out of a children's BD.

Mix It Up

Peter honestly is used to ending up in odd sleeping positions. Being a super hero and all that means he'll probably falls asleep somewhere that isn't his own bed. But, didn't the train keep things nice and orderly? If that was the case, why was his Spider-Sense going off?

As he opened his eyes, he realized why. This isn't his beautiful cabin. This isn't his beautiful bed.

"Okay, this is the first time I've been pranked and not warned about it..."

Let Slip the Hot Dogs of War

You know what's not fun? When the guy you're trying to bean with a cabbage has the ability to dodge all of those projectiles easily. Which is why Peter's electing to stay out of the fight and let the others have their fun. Nothing's fun when you have the ability to take everyone out and dodge their attacks. Thus, he's enjoying his lunch and casually ducking and swaying as things go flying.

"Bullets and bombs are one thing. Cabbages is something completely different. Man, I wonder if the Avengers ever deal with something like this. I'm sure the Fantastic Four does, though..."

Follow Your Heart

Team One

"YEE-HAW!" Peter, suited up as both Spider-Man and in one of the Ciel Maiden outfits to pilot the Arc Frames, was having the time of his life. Using one of these machines was almost exhilarating to him. "Man, I don't know why there was only two other Spider-Men with giant robots! We all need one!"

As he slugged the Morne he was battling, a pressing question came to his mind.

"Is there any way I can get a better skirt? The color is so clashing!"

Team Two

Peter could empathize with Camille somewhat. Losing someone is always hard. Boy, he knows that all too well. Ben. May. Otto... two of them. But Camille took it way too hard. She punished herself and others. An entire world in danger from her actions. Was it selfishness or something else?

Right now, he had to find out something! At the moment, he was busy working on a computer, trying to zip through everything he can find.

"Man, seems like these two were really close. Feels like there's more, though!"

Wildcard

(OoC: Got another idea? Hit me up either here or at

AshBlaze

Mix it up

Magnus opened an eye and looked around, he really wasn't the sleeping type, being mostly comprised of warp energy holding together a fragmented soul, but he did meditate. But he did remember having a top bunk, not this bottom one. One generally does not force a 10 foot tall, red, bird man into the bottom bunk compartment, so when he sat up and banged his head, there was an audible sound of distress.

Food Fight

Magnus didn't eat a lot. Generally when you have evolved to a state of pure warp energy you don't need that, still, sometimes it is Taco Tuesday. HEAR THAT FATHER!? TUESDAY! Dorn was right, that IS the best day for Tacos. So while peacefully enjoying a taco, reading his book, and pondering new ways to shackle the will of this train to his whim and ride this like a bullet out of hell he was hit in the face by something squishy. Looking up with a frustrated grunt, a bowl of soggy cabbage hits his face.

"All right! That's it! If you want to play childish games then fine, I will school you all on this!"

With a red twinkle in his eye all of the ketchup bottles fly to him and begin orbiting his head much in the way fin funnels orbit their commanding Gundam.

Team One

See this sassy bird man looking at the tech trying to explain everything, "So let me get this right. I am to put on this skirt, and get in your titan, which will then love the monsters to death? Don't insult my intelligence!"

Storming for the launch window and flexing his wings, "My BROTHER killed Titans with his stupid spear and he didn't understand the mysteries of the warp nearly as well as I do. Tentacle monster calamari coming up!"

With that the idiot starts flapping getting ready to manual launch without a mecha.

[ Mix it UP ]

Waking up? In the wrong room? Nono's not bothered!

The pink-haired (apparent) teen gets out of bed, already bursting at the seems with energy. She's dressed in her usual PJs - a loose tanktop and shorts - and doesn't seem bothered with this even in front of strangers.

And then she flips the light switch, filling the room with light and wakefulness. "Gooood morning, everyone! Are we all ready to face the day?" Sure, she might not KNOW any of you, but that doesn't stop her from radiating good cheer!

After all, this just means she gets to know some new roommates!

[ Let Slip The Hot Dogs Of War ]

"Ah-- hey!" The food wars had begun, which was a shame because Nono is on cleaning duty, and that meant she'd have to--

SCHLOP. That's the sound of wet cabbage smacking into Nono's cheek.

"...All right, if that's how it has to be."

Nono STANDS ON TOP of the nearest non-overturned table, arms crossed over her chest. "You leave me no choice, Voidtrecker Express! The bond between man and food is precious, and you are desecrating that bond! The hard work, the love and devotion that went into every item... is being trampled upon! A true Nono-riri would--"

And that's when she's assaulted with food from all sides.

Please rescue her.

[ Follow Your Heart - Team One ]

Nono.... does not have an Arc Frame. Instead, she wades into the battlefield of giant robots and monsters wearing a futuristic-looking outfit, complete with almost-glowing orange hair.

But it's okay, she's flying, so it's not like she's gonna get stepped on.

"The Arc Frame itself isn't important...! So long as you keep the values of love, friendship, hard work, and GUTS in your heart, then the true Arc Frame... is your spirit!!"

Saying this, she flies towards a shadowy monster........ and proceeds to slip right through it.

That didn't go as planned. "Hm."

[ Chores! ]

Chores! Chores are something Nono is intimately familiar with, having served as a helper-slash-maid-slash-janitor with the Fraternity before discovering her Buster Machine status. And, honestly, she just enjoys being helpful.

So she's going around door to door - knock knock knock! "Helloooo, anybody home? I'm here to clean your rooms! And collect laundry! You know what they say, 'the first step to happiness is to have a clean living space'!"

Hopefully you've answered by now. Because she has heat sensors, she knows you're there. And she's gonna keep knocking until you answer.

Edited 2021-03-16 23:14 (UTC)

[ Please let me know if you're okay with Strikers spoilers, since I'll be aiming for a canonpoint from that game! (Teeeeeechnically P5S is not outside spoiler window yet but will be by the time apps roll around). Also feel free to peek at her permissions for power things! ]

Mix it Up

[ When the morning announcement goes off, one of the room's new occupants doesn't immediately move much, except to try to drag her pillow over her head. Except... something feels weird about the space around her? And the blankets? It's kinda drafty, and....

Wait. She took her sheet off to hang it up in front of her bed, turning it into a kind of pseudo-tent and giving herself at least the illusion of privacy. But that sheet is gone now. The sheet is gone and it's between her and the regular blanket, something that shouldn't have been possible without waking her up. Add that to the nearby people being unfamiliar... This isn't her room.

That's when she jumps like a scalded cat, launching her pillow out into the open space between bunks and pushing her back against the wall, face red. ]

Who's there? What is this, some kind of prank?

[ At least the hard thing she felt turns out to be her glasses, somehow clipped to her PJs in the middle of the night and miraculously not squished from being slept on. ]

Follow Your Heart! (Team Three)

[ She did not get a mecha.

She was very salty about not getting a mecha. She literally ran up to the Arc Frames screaming "I CALL A MECHA" and they did not give her a mecha.

But hey, at least she could be somewhat useful here, hanging out in Necronomicon a little bit behind anyone else she's with. The giant... floating... UFO thing might be worthy enough of a conversation of its own, but there's also what she can do with it. ]

Got two big signals just north of here. Can't tell if they're good or bad though.

[ And hey maybe if they're lucky they'll get to see a mecha in action at least. LET HER LIVE HER SENTAI DREAMS.... ]

Mix it up

[Tamura wakes up as she always does: reluctantly. She sits up, stretches, lets out a big yawn, and finally opens her eyes. She gets up, vision still somewhat blurry from sleep, and promptly falls right out of the top bunk she was transported into. Plus side, this wakes her up quickly.]

Huh? What? Where?

Let Slip The Hot Dogs Of War

[Tamura was going to just slip out of the lunchroom with her food in the confusion, but then she got a face full of oatmeal. What followed next was pure chaos. She's become a one woman army, stopping time and launching food projectiles too close to her enemies to be dodged.]

Come on! You think you can take me? You're looking at the winner of Akemi-ya's 3081st spontaneous foodfight!

Lady in the water - There's a lady floating in the center of the pool.

She drifts underneath the surface of the water, eyes closed, buoyant, the long ribbons of her clothing undulating slowly in the current.

Whether or not she's breathing is anyone's guess.

Skin, hair, clothing . . . all are a deep blue of varying shades. She doesn't move. Doesn't open her eyes.

Just floats, suspended beneath the surface, cut off from the world.

Downtime - On Homeworld, there had always been something to do. She'd always fulfilled a purpose -- attended to what she was made to do. When one order was completed, there was another to take its place. It filled the days, gave purpose.

Where she'd been before this, there'd been a sense of purpose too. She'd been there to save Steven, to help the others save the ones they cared about. There had been a lot of downtime, but there was always that purpose, waiting for the next move of the labels, watching, planning. She'd worked -- dancing at one of the labels, practices and performances filling her time, then at the spa, stocking towels and essential oils and leading customers to treatment rooms.

Here . . . nothing. Supposedly there are missions to follow, but in between there are long stretches of nothingness. Waiting. Downtime.

What is she supposed to do with that?

She drifts between rooms like a wraith. Sometimes she'll watch others, lingering at the edges of activity -- there, but not there, a puzzle piece that doesn't quite snap into the proper groove.

Let Slip the Hot Dogs of War - What are they doing?

She'd thought humans -- anyone who had to eat, really -- liked their food. Why are they hurling it at one another??

Lapis crouches behind an overturned table, trying to determine a best escape route. A full head of cabbage ricochets off the table rim, flying into the air, leaping in several moist, crunchy bounces before it rolls to a stop, bruised and inert. There's a cackle, and a mass of something dark red squirts over her head and into the fray, followed by the shriek of a hapless victim.

Clearly the world has gone mad. She needs to plan an exit. Now.

[ ooc; If you're not cool with spoilers for either game, please let me know. I'm not finished with Strikers yet, but if I app in, I'll have picked a canon point from that game for sure. ]

A - Mix it Up.

[ Ann's not the lightest sleeper in the world, but she's certainly not the heaviest, either. So when she awakens with a slight start, curled up in a bed that's definitely not the one she'd fallen asleep in, she flails like the graceful gazelle she clearly is and tumbles right out of the bunk onto the floor with a thunk and a rather disgruntled sounding noise.

Groaning, she pushes herself up to her knees and pouts, rubbing the back of her head. ]

Jeez-- what the hell?

[ Dropping her hand back down to its respectful side, she remains seated for the moment, although her posture does straighten and stiffen, far less asleep and more defensive than just a mere few seconds ago, especially when she realizes that she's not alone. ]

...Hello?

B - Let Slip the Hot Dogs of War.

[ Really, all she'd wanted was a snack. Maybe check out of there were any crepes or something ridiculously sweet to tide her over for a while, that's not too much to ask, she thinks. This train is huge and she's got a lot of exploring to do, so why not, right? That was the plan, at least, until a large piece of boiled broccoli suddenly arcs through the air and sails right over her shoulder. ]

Hey, what the--?!

[ Unfortunately, a carrot goes flying next, and she's barely able to duck under the offending vegetable, before all hell breaks loose. She finds herself dragged behind one of the overturned tables, and she sits there, eyes wide with disbelief because she's never been in a food fight before, this is something she expects Ryuji to pull, after all. She doesn't want to get dirty, dammit, this isn't the fight she wants to find herself in. And yet... ]

Looks like we don't have a choice, huh?

[ She's speaking to whomever is closest to her, of course, cringing as half of a cabbage comes flying over the table. ]

If we're lucky, maybe we can find something to shield us so we can make a break for it?

C - Wildcard.

[ Got any ideas? Come at me, my dudes. ]

Mix It Up

Locke came to, groggily. On the road he had been an early riser, usually waking slightly after dawn, but whenever he could get a room at an inn, with a comfortable bed, he loved to sleep in. This was also the case now that he was travelling on the train. He heard the morning announcement, but chose to ignore it in favour of snuggling deeper into his pillow and blankets.

Something about the timbre of the voices of his roommates, though, as they started to wake, pinged something in the back of his mind, telling him that something wasn't quite right. Cracking one eye open, he peeked out from under the covers, before sitting up, wide-eyed, in shock. "What the...!?"

This wasn't his room! And these weren't his roommates! "Okay, what gives? I know I went to sleep in my own bed. Is this some sort of prank?!" He wasn't THAT light of a sleeper! He was sure he'd have woken up if someone had tried moving him to a different room. What had happened? At least he still had his own pyjamas. Wait... Locke slapped his forehead and bit off a curse. He didn't have his ticket with him. He'd have to go find one of his roomates to let him back into the room, or at least hope they were there to let him in.

Groaning, he slouched in the bed he was currently occupying. "What a way to wake up..."

Let Slip the Hot Dogs of War

Locke had simply been enjoying a nice, relaxing lunch, when first a handful of green beans - or were they brussel sprouts? - had gone sailing past his ear. He had frozen, his brain trying to comprend what he just thought he'd seen, when a hot dog came sailing back over his head... then there was nothing but chaos. A handful of scrambled eggs splattered onto the table just in front of him, and he went diving for cover.

The food fight had been going on for a while, now, the dining carriage having been split up into two sides, each lobbing whatever food was within reach at each other. Locke grabbed something from the nearest table that somehow was still upright, drawing his arm back before flinging the sandwich he'd grabbed through the air.

"EAT HOT PASTRAMI!"

There were a few things wrong with this. A) it wasn't hot, B) it wasn't pastrami, and C) it wasn't his sandwich. Locke doubted that anyone would care, though.

Follow Your Heart - Team Two

A runaway woman that was key to everything, a dead partner... tragedy and heartbreak... all things Locke was FAR too familiar with for his liking. But it was because of that familiarity with those things, that he'd volunteered to be part of this mission. They had found Terra, after her encounter with the frozen esper back in Narshe; he was sure they'd be able to find Camille. Convincing her to undo her seal might be a bit more tricky, but they'd cross... .....

Locke decided not to complete that metaphor, even in thought.

He turned to his teammates. "Any idea where to start looking? Is there anyone close to Camille, here, who might have an idea where she ran off to?"

[ooc: Feel free to come up with your own prompts as well!]

Edited 2021-03-17 10:56 (UTC)

Mix it up:

A rumbling can be heard from one of the bottom bunks as the blankets move mysteriously like a hole opening up.

Emerging from a bundle of blankets and pulling a map out of nowhere a confused grey rabbit looks around, "Hrm... Shoulda made a toin at albekwerkie cause this sure don't look like Pismo Beach."

Let Slip the Dogs of War:

Bugs is quietly sitting there, chewing on his carrot, enjoying a nice cup of carrot juice as he turns and is hit in the face by the cabbage surprise. SURPRISE! IT IS CABBAGE EVERYWHERE. Maybe you threw it, maybe you didn't, but you are on the other side of the table as he hops on it and marches over, with an angry look.

"Of course you know, dis means war!"

Follow Your Heart (Team One):

Perhaps you have just suited up and gotten in your Arc Frame, perhaps you have never piloted a mecha before. Perhaps this battle is over your head and far more than your miniskirt encouraged pilot can handle. BUT WORRY NOT! For on the head of your robot is a beautiful Valkyrie! Or at least a rabbit dressed as one, and as your engine powers up, the room shakes with the blaring of the Flight of the Valkyries playing.

"Ok Doc! Let's get'em!"

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.

Edited 2021-03-18 03:08 (UTC)

Hot Dogs of War
Lan Wangji is not impressed by the display of immaturity that has taken control of the dining car in this moment. He refuses to acknowledge it as he takes the care to enjoy his meal instead. Mostly just a salad and tea it isn't the most extravagant meal to have ever graced a plate with its presence, but it is the meal that he prefers. And it shouldn't matter what the meal is, mealtime is meant to be a time of respect and silence.

To say he is appalled by the turn of events in the dining care would be putting it mildly. Every time a piece of food comes in his direction he easily sways to one side or the other to avoid it. His utensils never pausing even a beat in their task of bringing the lettuce to his lips. He wonders if all mealtimes are going to be this unruly. If so he will make plans to have his meals elsewhere.

There is a discontent sigh as people start shouting at each other from across the room. As if the complete waste of food wasn't bad enough, now they are spoiling the meal by speaking. Clearly these individuals need to be sat down and write out the rules of eating etiquette at least a hundred times.

Team Three
Lan Wangji is more suited to a seek and rescue mission then whatever else it was that they were requesting of him. When someone mentioned wielding happiness and love as a weapon he had quickly and quietly declined. He makes his way through the odd futuristic city with a confidence that he doesn't quite feel. His stoic expression trying to keep his unrest with how completely out of his element he is, hidden from the rest of the world.

His hand on his sword might be slightly tighter then normal, unsure if he could even use it in this place as every once in awhile he encounters a thing that someone named a robot. His sword is strong but cutting through metal might be asking quite a lot.

But he was simply told to search for Maidens and that task is what he will succeed in. Hopefully avoiding conflict with everything else on this world that could potentially stop him with simply a misplaced step.

Wildcard
(Please feel welcome to start a prompt anywhere else on the train. He would likely be found in the quiet room or library most days.)

Mix It Up

[Zeka wishes he could say that he's not used to waking up in weird places. It kinda comes with the territory of having several semi-permanent 'homes' scattered around. And being knocked out, but that hasn't happened on the train so far.

This 'morning', there's nothing immediately wrong when he wakes up. It's when he stretches and tries to roll out of bed that everything goes downhill. Almost literally, as he stretches,goes to step off his bunk...and gracelessly tumbles to the floor.

That was odd. He slept on a bottom bunk.]

Er...how'd...?

Hot Dogs of War

[Are you on this cat's side? Hopefully, because if you're not, he's fairly difficult to catch or hit. Part of this is due to good reflexes and part of it is the fact that he's using a tipped-over bench to shield himself when he's not throwing veggies at 'enemies'.

At least he looks like he's having fun.]

Train Life

[Do you like video games? Did you want to play one? You might have to wait because Zeka doesn't have them back home and he's currently sitting in the game room, very patiently trying to make his way through one.

Well, mostly patiently. His face says he's clearly not having as much fun as he could be, and those familiar with irritated cats might notice the tip of his tail whipping back and forth on the floor behind him.]

Wildcard

[Choose your own adventure!]

Edited 2021-03-19 02:57 (UTC)

Conscientious Objector of War

[Loki's sitting in the middle of the canteen, untouched by the battle. Not indifferent to it; he's periodically sighing dramatically and rolling his eyes. Particularly when a projectile flies through him.

[Anyone who targets him excessively might suddenly find a tray of food dumped on their head, accompanied by a mocking laugh.]

Team Three

[Loki's been looking for an opportunity to show off his skills. Unfortunately, this appears to be it. Fighting monsters with happiness and love doesn't suit him (and he's not sure he'd even get it to work), and his faith in his powers of persuasion isn't strong enough, so that leaves the search team.

[Rather than joining specific subgroups, he flits between them, offering intel gathered from his searching spells when someone wonders what they should do next, or cutting down threatening Morne.]

MIX IT UP.

[ Waking up somewhere new should be familiar now, with the strangeness of arriving on the train, but waking up with strangers has Lauralae in a state of panic almost immediately. She had only just begun to get accustomed to sleeping around the people she was roomed with - this has her pressing herself up against the wall, her hands flexing in and out before she squeezes them around the fabric of her dress.

Her forearms are covered with the long sleeves of her hoodie and she looks panicked more than anything else, her eyes flickering backwards and forwards before she takes long, deep breath. It doesn't calm her down, necessarily, but it keeps her focussed on something other than her hands, on the spiral she feels at the idea of people looking at her.

Eventually, if left to herself, she curls up with her face in her arms, forcing herself to think of other things to stay calm. ]

FOLLOW YOUR HEART. TEAM THREE.

[ Lauralae spends a little bit of time sitting looking at the items that the Maidens left behind, letting her eyes glance between them and her hands. She ends up leaning forward at one point, almost pressing her nose into the dirt around their items and home before she pushes herself up and takes a few steps away from anyone else, letting herself hide away from the crowds.

There she transforms.

After that a wolf begins to explore, tracking the scent of the lost Maidens, her hackles raised and her eyes a bright, vibrant gold. ]

WILDCARD.

( Msg me or poke me on plurk @ aziraphale! )

Mix It Up:
He had just gotten on the train and already there has been a mix up when he awakes. He's quiet as he sits up and looks around, not quite recognizing who his new roommates are. Sizhui silently slips out of his bed, making sure he's dressed, before he tiptoes out of the cabin and looks up and down the way, listening to the clack-clack-clack of the train as it moves. It certainly was a strange situation to begin with and it seems as if it gets stranger and stranger as the moments tick on.

Let Slip The Hot Dogs Of War:
There's almost a knee jerk reaction when the first bit of veg goes flying. The rule almost slips out of him. Do not waste food. Sizhui, wisely, chose to dive behind the nearest upturned bench instead. He looks around. Maybe he could find the perpetrator and somehow talk to them to stop the food fight before they waste any more. Or worse: someone get hurt from all of the flying food.

Speaking of, he sees something flying toward someone and darts forward as quickly as he could, blocking it from hitting them. If he had his talisman, he could have created a wall or something. Instead, he feels a splat of a tomato against his back.

"Are you okay?"

Wildcard
[ooc: I'm always open for wildcards :3]

Edited 2021-03-19 23:33 (UTC)

Mix it up
Five in the morning is what her body tells her. When Lan Wangji opens her eyes, it isn’t five in the morning in the Jingshi. The itchy, uncomfortable clothes are that of what had been given to her when she had awakened on this train. She turns her head: not the roommates she had come to know when she had gone to sleep the night before.

She sits up nearly and turns to put her feet on the ground and pull on what, thankfully, are the shoes she had worn the day before. Not quite as comfortable as her own cloth shoes but something comfortable none the less. She leaves the room and makes her way along the car to head back to her room, taking stock of what could have potentially had the ability to shuffle people around in such a way.

Hot Dogs of War
There is a way to calm everyone down. She may not have her sword but she has her guqin. The instrument appears in her hands from where she’s tucked behind a table for protection.

She takes a deep breath and begins to play, stopping and quickly moving out of the way when a cabbage comes flying toward her.

1. Mix it Up

[Ray is, needless to say, Alarmed when he wakes up to find himself with different people than he'd gone to sleep with. He was at least starting to get used to his usual roommates, but is still on his guard around most other people, so anyone else awake at this point will get a very blunt "What's going on?" before anything else.]

2. Let Slip the Hot Dogs of War

[Look, he lived in a house with numerous other children and he's (only barely) twelve. Even with Isabella around, food fights were bound to happen sometimes. So when the first bits of food start flying, Ray immediately takes cover, occasionally popping up to fling some back.

At least he actually seems to be having fun now, instead of the sort of caution and unease he's had up until this point.]

3. Follow Your Heart, Team Two

[This power of friendship stuff was never Ray's thing. (If anything, it's closer to Emma's thing, given her unending optimism when it came to saving everyone at Grace Field.) But he is proving helpful at looking for any info about this Camille, having decided to make himself useful during the mission.]

I don't blame her for reacting like this... [He really doesn't.]

Food Fight!

This was...well, this was exactly the sort of fun the Hero of Time needed. He might be using his Ashura level bending skills to create some manju to add to the ammunition, which isn't really cheating. It is a battle, after all.

Link handed a bun to the person closest to him with one of his rare genuine grins. "Do food fights happen often?"

Wrong Room

Link yawned himself awake and got groggily to his feet. This...wasn't his cabin. And that wasn't one of his roommates.

"Oh. Oh goddesses, I am so sorry--" He gave them a sheepish smile, running a hand through his already tousled hair. "I uh...tend to sleep pretty deep, and I'm not used to sleeping indoors all the time, so I must've--it's a mistake, I promise!"

[ Mix It Up ]

Whoaaaaaaggghhhh!!!

[ This is your new sudden roommate, realizing she isn't where she went to bed, flailing with all four limbs, and then falling out of her bunk. She pauses for a moment - "Owwww----" - then remembers there's people here and hops back into bed, curling herself up in her blanket as if not being able to see the others means they won't be able to see her. And then, from within the blanket: ]

Stupid!!! Stupidstupidstupidstupid.......

[ Good, uh. Morning? ]

[ Hot Dogs of War ]

JEEZ! You're all such a pain!

[ Kirika flails her arms, then stands on a table for emphasis. ]

This is my special time just for eating sweets and learning about tea!! I still have a bunch more blends to memorize, and if I don't know them all by the time I'm home and meet her, I'll be nothing but a useless slug who can't even--

[ A cake hits Kirika square in the face. She pauses. She licks. She chews.

She starts grabbing chunks of cake off her face and stuffing them in her face. ]

THIS IS DELISH!!!

[ Follow Your Heart, Team One ]

Huh, this place gets spooked by those things? Laa-aaaame.

[ Scythes, from nowhere, slicing through the shadows. An Arc Frame strides out of the shadows, all angles bent in the wrong directions and sharp edges. The rider's heart has....really done a number on this one. ]

Pathetic little stains can't even begin to understand the depths of love. If it's love that'll take you down---

[ She charges. The Morne in front of her begin behaving erratically, their movements slowed. ]

Then my love will SLICE YOU INTO INFINITY!

Edited 2021-03-20 23:24 (UTC)

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