Test Drive Meme 023

[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!

Dio's Legacy

In an alternate almost exactly like the one inhabited by the Voidtrecker Express, fate went another direction. Instead of the first addition to the train's structure being the games carriage, this train's passengers voted differently.

What makes them happy?

Crocodiles.

The Crocodile carriage isn't a misnomer. It's teeming with reptiles of various sizes, basking under sunlamps or floating lazily in the raised tank built across half of the available space. To be even better for morale, they're all perfectly tame, and unnervingly friendly; it's rare that a passenger is able to cross the carriage without being accosted by some crocodile or gharial looking for attention.

Harvest Void

The greenhouse is a surprisingly bright room, its vaulted ceiling made of a transparent, incredibly tough material that shows the light of the Void along the entire length of the room. The single metal support beam is bedecked in roses. The aisle of grass running through the centre of the carriage is riotous with strange plants and flowers, small stone paths leading off to this patch or that of vegetables or closely clustered fruit trees.

And all of them are laden with produce. Whether a stray spell or a particularly good mood from one of the resident forces of nature, every plant in the carriage has matured at once. Shrubs overflow with berries, rows of stalks groan under beans and tomatoes, apples threaten to fall from overhead branches at any moment.

You may not normally be a gardener, but today it's all hands on deck!

Cold Iron, Warm Hearts

The duchy of Yipre is one of several close-knit factions on one continent, known for both her expansive clockworks and strong links to the Fey. Central to the capital is the Clocktower, the palace home to both the Duchess Stomen and her court of scholars, diplomats and engineers. Home also to a key point in the Ley, where the mundane world and the Fey intersect just enough that one may cross from one to the other.


But the Clocktower is sundered, entire sections of iron and brass sheared away in a great earthquake, and neither world is faring well in the aftermath.

Team One

The gear sprites of the Clocktower are missing, running amok in the streets and squares of the duchy. They're tiny things, fluff, metal filings and dust made quicksilver-fast, with small, glowing eyes and bell-like voices. While normally they keep the machinery of their home running, they aren't nearly as talented with anything else, and are causing general chaos with all devices and machinery they run across. Find them, and herd them back to the Tower. Maybe get them out of the typewriter first.

Team Two

The gateway to the Fey realm is torn, and dreaming magic is spilling out from the Clocktower. Finding the Voidtreckers' minds fertile grounds for its taking, imagined creatures and realms are conjured forth from all kinds of worlds and all kinds of lives. There are many ways to combat these - play them through until the magic is satisfied, for example, or find the Voidtrecker whose mind is the source, and stop them dreaming. It's up to the Voidtreckers on this team to decide.

Team Three

The Clocktower isn't quite in ruins, but large sections are crumpled like tin foil. In other places, steam and magic spill out into the air in a chaotic mix, burning and twisting the air into glittering leaves or long ropes of thorn. And through this, those that called the palace home fight to free themselves from the wreckage. Courtiers, servants, engineers… and, somewhere, the Duchess herself. Help who you can, but find her.

Comments

Ansem the Wise // Kingdom Hearts

[darknessinzero]

//HARVEST VOID

This is alarmingly familiar - but in the best way. Perhaps he forgot his skills, perhaps he never had them, but the sight of such greenery- the man has been pensive and quiet for his time on the train so far, but this?

This has him smiling broadly.

He raises a hand to brush away some of the vines as he moves through, finding a place to get to work delicately harvesting the fruit off the plants. This may not be the radiant garden of his clouded memories, but it is more than enough to ease his troubles, at least temporarily.



//COLD IRON, WARM HEARTS - TEAM THREE

"Careful- you wouldn't want to get too close to that one."

This- this isn't the magic he knew, he knows that. But Ansem, as he studies some of the damaged magic, finds himself almost intrigued by the way it flows. Only the visceral understanding of its danger to others has him holding himself back from closer investigation, instead looking around for the source of the leak-

He raises a hand, pointing out what appears to be a harmless tear in a pipe.

"We need to focus our efforts there. The gas is serving as an agitator. Have you seen a means of shutting it off, perhaps a valve?"


//WILDCARD?
[[Whatever ya want!]

Harvest Void

[motherofresistance]

Leia too is smiling, the plants bringing to mind pleasant memories of both long gone palace gardens and a flower-covered medical facility and greenhouse run by an eccentric, curly-haired Time Lord. And there was something about the bearded man that brought to mind both of them. Thus she approached him as he did the delicate work of berry picking, her own basket in hand and her intent obvious. "Mind a little help?", she asked.

Leia Organa | Star Wars (Wake CRAU)

[motherofresistance]

Harvest Void

You know what comes in really handy when you're short and need to harvest fruit from the upper branches of trees? Force powers. Particularly telekinesis. Leia stood beneath a peach tree, using the Force to delicately pluck peaches a few at a time and cause them to float gently down into waiting storage bins. She was quite capable of holding a conversation while doing this, though startling her while she was in the middle of it might not be the best idea if you don't like damaged fruit. Or if you also happen to be standing under the tree.

Cold Iron, Warm hearts- Team Three

Leia's time in Nautilus meant that she found the steam more of a hindrance than the chaotic magic amid the damaged tower. And she put her both her Bending and Force abilities to good use, not just helping keep the path for her fellow Voidtreckers free of magically generated plant life, but reaching out with her senses to help locate survivors amid the wreckage.

"Over there," she called out to whoever was nearby, indicating what looked like a section of partially collapsed ceiling with a large gear resting precariously on it. "There's someone trapped behind there. Probably injured, if I'm not mistaken."

Team Three

[blue_dove]

Edge nods, pulling up beside the gear. She grunts as she straightens her knees, slowly moving it inch by inch. After hauling it about a foot, she grunts.

"This gear seems a bit more bulky than heavy. Could use a bit of a lift, though."

Kotoha Kakimoto | OC

[writerkick]

[i. crocodiles]

[Crocodiles.

Why crocodiles? Kotoha is terrible with reptiles. Why are there so many? She just wants to get to the library carriage. How does she deal with them? What do crocodiles like?

Chasing pirates, right? That's what crocodiles like. But she's not a pirate so they shouldn't have a problem with her, right....

Kotoha instead just takes the carriage at a full dead sprint, trying to get past them all, before bending over in the next car, hands on her knees, huffing and puffing, trying to not fall over from running too hard.]

Why... Are there crocodiles... On a train...?

[ii. team one]

[A series of small creatures causing havoc... Strangely enough, Kotoha knows what to do with this. Kotoha flips through her book for a moment, and as she withdraws a bookmark, it seems to transform... And then she's holding a flute in her hands. She walks through the streets, playing the flute, and as she walks, just like the Pied Piper, all the sprites seem to perk up, look, and follow her...

The only catch is that she is terrible at playing the flute. It's up in the air if the sprites are following her because they're entranced, or because the music is so terrible they think something's wrong with the flute. Either way, it's working, but can you really cope with the terrible music for long enough for her to get all of them?]

[iii. team two]

[Kotoha isn't with Team Two. Instead, there is a strange figure- Clad in armor, a masked helmet, a long cape that flows, looking as though it is made of pages, and a strange, leather book bound with gold foil hanging from her hip. Said figure is astride what looks, for all the world, to be a horse-shaped motorcycle, and she is riding around, looking for any Voidtreckers caught in the dreaming, to stop them to stop the magic.

How does she plan to do that?

Ride up, grab the Voidtrecker, hoist them onto the back of the motorcycle without dismounting, and ride off, letting the roar of the engine and the wind wake the poor Voidtrecker up. Hope you don't mind waking up on the back of a motorcycle behind a weird, shady armored figure! This is probably fine! She probably won't try to ramp off any of the destroyed rubble of the clocktower!]

Crocodiles!

[intelinside]

Yeah, I asked about that too.

[Phineas had been reading on a bench in the garden, but he looks up from the book at the girl who'd obviously sprinted through the Crocodile carriage. Not that he could blame her, despite the apparent consensus.]

Apparently, the train occasionally adds new cars based on the things its passengers have asked for. They voted on crocodiles "for morale." I have no idea what that means.

Kei "Edge" Nagase | Ace Combat 5

[blue_dove]

Harvest Void

Kei had always liked gardens. She wasn't a gardener herself, exactly, but she liked being in them. They were quiet - good places to get some thinking done. Or failing that, some reading.

It doesn't take long for her to set her book aside, though. Every fruit in the car seems to have ripened at once, and she's not about to let them go to waste. She doesn't look like the talkative sort, but you can venture it, if you'd care to.

Team Three

The contrast couldn't be more stark. Gone is Kei Nagase, the quiet, thoughtful person who comes to the garden car to read books and often seems to be a million miles from herself. In her place is Edge - as steely, decisive, and in the moment as anybody you've ever seen.

She turns to you.

"We need to clear the stairwell. We don't know how many people are trapped further up, but I'd be surprised if the Duchess isn't one of them."

Team Three

[officedragon]

Hecate makes a face, and one can almost see an eyelid twitch. But the blue woman nods regardless. This is fine--steam and magic both, she can use this.

"You may want to stand clear." That's all the warning she gives, before the steam starts to condense into tendrils of water, reinforced by that wild magic. With great care, said tendrils start moving the crushed wreckage and the twisted magic alike--though the latter pulls in a bit, succumbing to Hecate's will. Edge may have heard that the blue woman claims to be a goddess. There might be some validity to that claim.

"It's going to be slow going at best, I've got a lot on my plate. But we can press forward," she says. "No time to waste, with the mortals' lives at stake!"

Alex Price | InCryptid | OTA

[cryptoherpetology]

Dio's Legacy

"Well. Huh."

Pleasant surprise isn't quite the right way to describe Alex's tone. Tt's probably something closer to pleasant confusion with a healthy dollop of curiosity slathered over it. Or maybe unhealthy, since he ventures into the car only a few moments after opening the door.

"They're definitely crocodiles- I'd need a textbook to be sure about the species, but that one's almost definitely a saltwater, that one's a nile, American..." he trails off, trying to start to get a headcount, but wow do the babies move around a lot- though at least their sci fi ray-gun vocalizations keep them from getting too easily underfoot.

"All abnormally docile. Really abnormally."

As much as he wants to settle in and let the baby caimans swarm him, he's not trusting this situation.

They really are so cute though.

Harvest Void

There aren't many things that get Aislin mice as excited as food. And, as much as their "god" has tried to contain the exaltations of his two very tiny congregants, high-pitched cheers echo around the walls of the greenhouse every time Alex fills a bucket with more fresh blackberries. He'd volunteered for the thorn-laden duty, having had a lot of experience with the ever-encroaching bushes around his parents woodland property in Oregon.

"Hail the Filling of the Fifth Bucket!" proclaim the mice from where they're perched on a nearby apple tree branch. "Hail the Suspiciously Well Grown Bounty!"

"I'm not sure everyone here right now needs a bucket-to-bucket update on my progress," he tells the mice. His tone is conversational and a little weary. This is the kind of conversation he has with these creatures a lot, apparently.

Dio's legacy (is the BEST)

[tailwhipping]

Laid out along the bottom of the tank is a lizard that's not a crocodile, but given her dark green and mottled yellow hide, a person could be forgiven for not noticing her in among the Crocodilia. This is the only car on this... train that feels remotely familiar or comfortable, and she'd retreated here to think.

Now she's done thinking. The adult crocs glide away as she surfaces, a blunt-snouted head breaking the water with barely a ripple. She rises, a snake-like neck leading into broad shoulders, and wades through the pool. Grasping the barrier with long-fingered, claw-tipped hands, she vaults up and over the edge of the pool, sloshing a fair amount of water out with her.

What has just landed on the carriage floor is nothing less than an bipedal, human-sized crocodile monitor, wearing nothing but a leather shoulder harness with a badge affixed. Her tail is so long that the end of it is still in the pool. She blinks at the human she may or may not have just deluged, scents once with a long tongue, and says blandly, "Pardon me."

Caleb Widogast | Critical Role

[katzenpfote]

Harvest Void

Caleb's strength does not lend him to being a gardener, nor does his general demeanor. That's more of Caduceus' realm. He is however looking through the plants anyway - not so much to be helpful in picking, but to find certain plants in particular. A cat follows him around, though it's not a true cat for those who know what to look for - his features are too pointed, his movements somewhat unnatural.

Fey familiars always look somewhat different, after all.

He's muttering to himself - or maybe to Frumpkin - as he pokes through the plants. "Is this - no, this is not rhubarb. None of these twigs have been hit by lightning... ah, do you think I can burn some of these leaves to get the appropriate soot?"

Ask him what he's doing? Help him? Yell at him for not pitching in?


Cold Iron, Warm Hearts - Team Two

Caleb already has fey magic with him, thanks to Frumpkin. That doesn't save him from being attacked by the magic in the slightest - if anything it's drawn towards him more. Finding Caleb isn't terribly difficult if you follow Frumpkin to where his body is slumped against a tree, but to get there you'll have to pass through fire both real and illusionary - at least as real as anything formed by this magic is.


Bookworm

If anyone is ever looking for Caleb there's one place to check first - the library. You'd think that he was in the Cobalt Soul for all the time he spends there, but no, that's Beauregard. Most often he's poring through any of the magical-related books, but it's very easy to find him with anything from a construction-related book to the Merry Little Voidtrain series. Really, as long as it's a book he's likely to read it, though some of the ones with more advanced technology take a bit to get through.


Wildcard

[???]

BOOKWORM

[darknessinzero]

Ansem, himself, has been studying a few- though he's never taken more than one out at a time. He's made a list, though, and after finishing with his current, has made a connection to skip a few down- the problem is, at first, he cannot find it.

...

And then he sees a familiar cover in a not so familiar set of hands. Politely, he clears his throat.

"Ah- when you are done with that one, would you be so kind as to let me know?"

Lena Sabrewing | DuckTales (2017)

[outofyourshadow]

A. Harvest Void

Lena honestly has no experience at all when it comes to farming or harvesting, but there apparently are a lot of things that need to be picked right now, and since she's stuck on this train, she might as well help out.

Though after a while, she discovers that picking some of these vegetables is actually harder than it seems. After a while of trying to pluck a particularly stubborn root vegetable, she huffs a sigh.

Thinking for a moment, she then grins and cracks her knuckles. As she holds her hands out, a light blue glow spreads over them, and a similar light envelops the vegetable she'd been trying to pick. Then the vegetable is unburied as it levitate into the air. With a triumphant grin, she uses her magic to lower it into the basket she was using to gather produce.

Harvesting becomes much easier after that.

B. Cold Iron, Warm Hearts - Team Three

Lena wastes no time changing into her Super Sorceress form, taking to the air to move faster and clear some of the stray magic that tried to slow them down.

Flying farther into the Clocktower, she pauses a moment when she sees some of the residents trapped under the wreckage. Spreading her magic, she levitated the wreckage from them, making sure the area was clear of where she tossed the debris.

"Hey!" she calls to the nearest Voidtrecker. "We've got some people injured here!"

C. Wildcard

((Feel free to make up a different prompt!))

B. Cold Iron, Warm Hearts - Team Three

[armsistice]

"Unfortunately," Dr. Octopus began, but then paused. What good would it do to try to explain away the 'Doctor' in their name? It was wasting valuable seconds. Any bystander could offer basic CPR, and Otto was willing to at least try.

This was an example, now innumerable, of the failings of the Pre-Octopus Otto, however. The person they'd been before could never have handled the possibility of failure, not when lives were at stake, while Octopus was free dispassionately to bring tentacles to bear to spider over the victims, feel for heartbeats, test for broken limbs... Divorcing emotion for their identities as victims from the practical problems of their injuries.

"You're doing well." Otto called across to Lena, because positive reinforcement for proven skill was never inappropriate. "I believe I can handle another."

Phineas Mason (the Tinkerer) || The Spectacular Spider-Man

[intelinside]

[ See You Around! ]

Once Phineas has gotten settled into the train, there's a few places he's more likely to be found. Unsurprisingly, the library is one of them; especially early on he can be found in there reading, apparently interested in looking through the non-fiction section for information that might be immediately useful to know. Books like Communication Points: A Basic Overview, The History of the Void Ministry, or An Introduction to Liminal Spaces are ones you might catch him reading!

He can also be found in the games coach from time to time, obviously interested in the virtual reality system specifically -- not actually playing the games but examining the headsets. He, uh, might even take one apart at some point, but don't worry! He's good at what he does, he's not about to break it past a point that he can put it back together again.

Finally, sometimes you'll find him working on a project in various other carts around the train. Funnily enough, he's more likely to be found in the standard coach or even the dining carriage than in any of the quiet booths. At this point in his career, it feels strange to work in perfect silence.

[ Harvest Void ]

Phineas isn't exactly helping with the harvest, though he's contributing in his own way. He's in the rock garden, sitting sideways on one of the stone benches along the path, with a metal casing open in front of him. It's about three inches thick and two and a half feet squared, full of circuitry and wires. There's a plastic box on the ground beside the bench as well, with more materials inside, carefully arranged; it looks like there might be enough to make another one or two of these things.

After another few moments of making small adjustments inside of it, he closes the device up, using a small screwdriver to screw it shut and setting it carefully onto the path beside him. When he activates it, it rises about a foot up into the air and hovers there, and he gets up, placing one foot onto it and pressing down, then stepping up carefully to stand on it; it seems to hold his weight fine.

Come bother him? Help him test the maximum load of this thing? Ask him what the heck he's doing?

[ Cold Iron, Warm Hearts: Team Three ]

The coincidence was almost funny. The first mission the train assigned them after Phineas arrival was to help out a place that ran on a mix of (clockwork) technology and fae magic? Beck would have loved this!

Except that Mysterio probably would have been useless, because whatever disaster happened here had resulted in a situation that meant using technology was likely to cause more problems than it solved. Several of the tiny gear sprites have already taken up residence in the Tinkerer's penlight, leaving it completely unusable as they click it on and off and brighten and dim the bulb; he'd just put it back inside his pocket for the time being. Getting the gear sprites back to the Clocktower isn't his job, but given how important they seem to be to the workings of the place, it might be useful to have them.

Right now he's in one of the stairwells, crouched and examining the way a hissing pipe blocks the way, not only with steam but with what is now a pretty solid barrier of thorns twined around the wreckage from where bits of the ceiling fell and sections of the walls wrenched inward. "Don't touch the metal here," he cautions. "From what I can tell, the steam is heating the brass several feet out from the point of contact." Not the iron, though! Fae magic. Sheesh. "I don't like how the magic is interacting with any of this, but the iron doesn't seem to be affected as badly. We might be able to use that."

See You Around

[hashtagparkerluck]

Perhaps they'd missed each other on the initial platform day but when evening rolls around and it's getting closer to time for people to wind down, Peter makes his way to the game car like he usually does and moves straight for the VR set.

Except that it seems it's in use. There's another headset but he's not really used to coming into the game car and seeing one of the sets in pieces. "Hey man, I get that it's fascinating and all, but please try not to break the gaming system?? It's a good way to waste time."

Raptor-283 | Kyuranger

[washibot]

Harvest Void

Different place, same nonsense. Raptor was used to being the only one who kept the ship running correctly, why not the train? Harvesting isn't exactly the same as repairs, piloting, or babysitting but good food comes from good sources. Still, she may be a bit stuck on order over results as she is setting up boxes with names of the various produce and eyeing anyone who takes one.

"You better make sure to keep the boxes orderly so everything can be preserved properly!"

Cold Iron/Warm Hearts: Team 2

Washi Pink is flying about, completely overwhelmed by everything.

"I can't just blast them! And this is the worst! And and!"

At that a fellow in Yellow appears behind her, and taps her shoulder, offering many many cute cakes.

"Ok, maybe this isn't so bad...."

Wildcard

Come at me....

harvest void

[writerkick]

[Kotoha carries a basket over to the collection, before nearly falling over from the exhaustion. She's not fit enough for this.

But she at least nods at Raptor's orders.]

We also need... to weigh them... Keep track of provisions...

[She's gasping for breath. Why didn't she try harder in gym class back when she was a student?]

[amyumi]

Harvest Void
Ayumi might not have skill with gardening per se, but she's always ready to land to a hand. Whether or not you want to help the tiny 6 to 7 years old child is another question, but given the Determined look in her eyes, do you really want to stop a child on a mission?

Especially one that's beaming hopefully your way, complete with a basket in hands. "We can do this, right?"

Cold Iron, Warm Hearts - team one
This is like harvesting the garden carriage, right? Well, sort of, only Conan and Haibara have told her this is like a reverse treasure hunt. Which is something she's super excited about. She'd be more excited if she could drag her friends on this, but she lost sight of them when they disembarked, so!! She will do her best to get all the Treasure back in the chest!

Assuming she doesn't find them right away, the nearest person will do. "Maybe if we make a really loud noise, we can frighten them out of the clocks here and herd them back to the tower."

It makes sense in her mind, and she's already looking around for something that can make a Really Loud Noise with.

team one

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter has opinions on the fact an actual seven year old girl as been dragged onto the train. Not just a seven year old girl-but an obviously very innocent-very not super powered or questionably train seven year old girl. Oh, so maybe just a seven year old is a pretty apt description.

Never mind that though, he's putting himself on body guard duty because anything that wants to attack or mess with this child is going to have to go through him and he likes to think he's pretty tough.

"I don't know, it's a good thought I guess, but making a loud noise doesn't really determine which direction they'll fly off in." Plus he's honestly not a fan of really loud noises himself so he'd rather avoid the pounding headache if possible. "Maybe a good ole fashion bribe would work? Food is always a pretty effective motivator."

Luke fon Fabre | Tales of the Abyss | ota

[scionsacredflame]

I. Crocodiles / Reptile car
[Luke woke up groggily with his sword on hand, but he left it back under his bed as there's no need to wield his weapon on board. He woke up in his designated bed and in his designated cabin. The SCA is on his wrist. He is quite sure he isn't dead. But he sure missed his friends that he left behind and hope to return to them someday. Especially that talking cheagle, Mieu.

To his roommates, he smiled]

Hey, how are you? I'm sorry. I think they serve breakfast around here, so I'm on my way out, but see you around.

[His stomach growls. He haven't eaten what seems like a while, so he's on his way to the kitchen, wearing his own hoodie, and had some breakfast. After he eaten, he went around to explore the other cars, and when he head to the crocodile car to find reptiles of different breeds and sizes, but he took a step back, bristle with a bit of fear from the sight of the snakes, big lizards, the turtles, and various other species of crocodiles]

Those are real snakes are they?

II. Harvest Void
[After he has his breakfast and a cup of coffee, he decides to lend a hand and do chores and help out with the green house. The sight of the flowers and roses, and some semblance of nature helps with the stress. He follows the small stone paths leading off to the patch of vegetables and closely clustered fruit trees.

He sees some apples fallen and upon closer inspection, they are actually ripe and in good condition. He might as well as helped out with the other harvesters collect and harvest the produce to help keep the train's food stock full]

I guess we're helping out with the train stock?

III. Cold iron, warm hearts

Team one & two
a) This is his first world and mission. He find himself on a strange new world and working on the missions is a new concept, but teamwork isn't. He find himself ready to assist and fight if needed to be to complete his taskes. He makes himself useful carrying supplies and medicines for the journey ahead.

The technology is interesting and there's so many clocks. "It's the clocktower." He has his sword ready. "It has gear sprites missing, so we have to herd them back to the tower."

b) After herding the sprites back to the tower, "The gateway to the Fey realm is torn, and dreaming magic is spilling out from the Clocktower. We have to do something about it." If only his fellow teammates isn't affected by the magic, wrecking on their memories and their dreams of their lives.

Taking a shoulder to gently shake them out of their trance, "Hey are you are all right? Wake up!"

IV. Wildcard
[Anything else? Hit me up with anything! Voice-testing, but he's post canon after fall of Eldrant]

harvest time

[morganizedchaos]

[Luke would be forgiven for not noticing the person on the other side of the garden plot - Ghost is the only adult male shorter than the redhead, tends to be quiet, and was also hidden by the dense cluster of fruit trees.

But a voice does in fact come from the other side of the patch - ]

Only if you want to chip in. There's baskets at the end of the patch, just put the stuff in the right one.

[And don't mind the occasional levitating fruit coming by to dunk itself in too, Luke.]

Kanan Jarrus | Star Wars Rebels | OTA

[lastpadawannomore]

Crocodiles

"This isn't the strangest thing I've seen." Kanan had to remind himself everytime he passed through the car. Was this place trying to imitate a Hutt's pleasure palace or something?

At least the crocodiles were friendly. So far. "Easy there boy..or girl." He said, while moving to pet at least one snout that was bumping against him for attention.

Harvest Void

At least they'd eat well for a while, even if Kanan couldn't name a single berry or fruit of what he was picking. Having been on the ghost, and knowing how difficult a sheer grocery run could be when one was supposed to be in hiding, he'd rolled up his sleeves. No complaints about the working here.

Team Three
It reminded him too much of Gorse and the mines. Which only spurred him harder to help move debris and get people out. Even though he'd taken on a padawan of his own, even after the last month or so, he still didn't use the Force openly very easily. So most of it was his own muscle and sweat, except when that little extra nudge was needed.

Wildcard
[Got an idea? Hit me up. It's been a while since I've played Kanan so I'm reviewing him actively too. Please be patient with me.]

Harvest

[averyusefultray]

If Hera wasn't working, Kanan would probably suspect she'd been replaced by an imposter. At least this isn't scrubbing. It's actually relaxing in a way. "This is luxury."

Will Stanton | The Dark is Rising Sequence

[signseeker]

Harvest Void:
Will goes about helping with the harvest with his usual practicality. The work needed to be done, so why not?

But as he goes down the rows, he sometimes stops to ramble about some of the plants they see. Apples? Why in the old days they meant health and future happiness. Very important they were.

Team Two:
Magic was something that Will knew well. It wasn't so much that he knew how to use it, as that he was a creature of the magic of his world. He was more magic than mortal, these days.

And this... Walking into dreams brought to life by magic. This was more familiar than anything he had seen since arriving on the Voidtrecker. He takes a moment to check that the shields around his own mind remained in place, and then with a deep breath he takes a step into the next realm. What challenge would they find here?

Re: Will Stanton | The Dark is Rising Sequence

[amyumi]

"You really know a lot about plants, mister!" Guess who's been paying rapt attention (and will very likely parrot most of this back at Haibara and Conan later because Friendship!

"Yet, why would apples mean future happiness?"

Yeah, this is likely going to end in Twenty Questions.

Delilah Dirk | Delilah Dirk Graphic Novels | OTA

[delilah_dirk]

Dio's Legacy

Do you know what crocodilians are meant to be for? Escaping from. They're meant to be hazards. On one's adventures, they're meant to be the things snapping at you as you swing by overhead, or lurking in the water trying to snatch you as you race by.

They're not meant to be begging for pets, that much is certain.

And so, Adventuress Extraordinaire, she sits, skirted legs crossed, with the dozing head of an admittedly somewhat cute crocodile in her lap, petting it. Her head rests on her free hand.

She huffs, blowing up a loose lock from her mass of chestnut hair.

Cold Hands - Team Two

She's reasonably sure she's in some sort of illusion. If only because the train was very much not stopping in Istanbul today.

But, for a moment, she's back home. It's the Age of Napoleon. Elsewhere, Spain is in flames as the battle for Europe heats up once again - but in the Ottoman Empire, time seems to have come to a standstill. Not quite yet the sick man of Europe, the Empire still has some life in it now - a meeting point for cultures of the world.

It is busy, crammed with different languages, and in the midst of it she's being chased by the Sultan's guards.

It's brilliant.

She leaps upwards, grabbing hold of an overhead pole, swinging herself up to a level of rooftops, and continuing onwards, skirts flowing out behind her with the wild mass of her hair. The bag across her shoulder squeaks in protest - some gear sprites aren't exactly ready for this sort of thing.

They had been in the Sultan's menagerie. Ostensibly, she had been to negotiate for their release but the Grand Vizier had been obstinate. And boring. They'd have had a time of it fishing him out of the rain barrel she'd stuffed him into, as well.

Do keep up, if you've come with her. Try to ignore the occasional musketball fired at them. Well. More than occasional.

cold hands

[shegypt]

---Welllllllll then.

Bakura had been stalking her way towards the palace, mysterious power be damned. She's got a grappling hook, she's got a snakeangeldemon residing in her soul, and she's got herself: what more does one need for a heist?

Turns out some people make do with less. Always attuned to commotion, Bakura looks up just in time to see a flash of color jumping from one roof to the next - and she knows what the rumble of footfalls after that means.

Her scarred face splits into a grin.

Another second, and the next crack of a musket behind Delilah gets interrupted by a yelp and the noise of someone falling backwards into their fellow soldiers as their shot goes awry. Vaulting onto the roof as Delilah approaches, Bakura instantly keeps time with the fleeing adventurer.

"Nice parade!" she compliments her fellow scoundrel. "What's the occasion?"

Korra | The Legend of Korra | OTA

[avatar_state]

Harvest Void

When she'd been told there was a situation, this was not what she'd imagined. It was, in every way, much, much better. And rare, too - collecting produce was a new one to her.

Best of all, she didn't need to use any of her powers as the Avatar; she simply stood, bare feet happily on the grass, reaching up to pick apples and put them in the increasingly full basket under her other arm, rested on her hip. It smelled nice in here. She liked that.

She passes the basket to waiting hands, taking an empty one, and starting again, a smile on her face.

Later, the work done, she can be found under one of the trees, turning over a peach in her hands. She rests back a bit, sniffing it. All that would make this moment better were Asami here to share it with, laughing together and curled up under the shade.

Normal moments in her life have been precious and rare - and there are few enough people she'd want to share them with.

Cold Iron - Team One

She dives at the sprite, hands closing on nothing more than empty air. She looked up with a huff, watching the thing speed off again.

"Ok," she says, getting up, "now we do it my way."

She'd been avoiding using her abilities - they often caused a disturbance among those unfamiliar with them - but enough was enough.

She took a solid, heavy step forward, closing her hands into fists. A column of stone rose suddenly up under the sprite, sending it into the air. She rushed underneath it, moving her hands in a more graceful pattern to create an air cushion as it fell.

"I got it, I got it!"

Harvest Void

[jesture]

The small jester floated on over, only when they observed Korra was finished, and sat crosslegged in the air, with curiosity.

"You looked as though you were having so much fun before." Nights observed by way of greeting, "I liked to see that! I was considering it a chore before I saw your smile, and then I realized it didn't have to be one. So thank you!"

Hecate | Lore Olympus

[officedragon]

[Dio's Legacy]

The sunlamps are warm, and it's left vague traces of humidity in the car. The crocodilians certainly seem to be enjoying themselves. And while she is not apparent, Hecate is certainly enjoying herself, too.

Buried under four or five crocodiles--though she's giving them pets and scritches. The creatures' weight doesn't seem to bother her at all. And from time to time, a blue hand will pop up from amidst the croc pile to wave. That part might be disconcerting...but Hecate herself is all about the chaos, so she doesn't mind at all!


[Harvest Void]

There is a very large part of Hecate that is very amused by all this. Sure, technically this garden explosion isn't her problem, but she may give a certain Goddess of Spring some gentle ribbing about it all later. It probably isn't her fault, there are enough other folk with similar talents that it could have been them.

Still, she knew Persephone. She'd probably be a good sport about it. And really, the roses were absolutely fantastic and deserved praise! Honestly, some of the other gods praised the wrong things...still, she has no problems whatsoever gathering hands full of berries and nuts to bring to the laundry baskets that have been co-opted to serve as containers for the surplus.

[Cold Iron, Warm Hearts--Team One]

Inasmuch as Hecate enjoys chaos and would be willing to let the sprites continue their running amok, the Voidtreckers have been given their marching orders.

This, of course, means subtlety--and yet, being enough of a spectacle to encourage the sprites to play the rats to her piper!

Or, at least making the attempt for show, and working on teleporting the sprites as she saw them back to where they should be. Some might call that cheating, but Hecate just felt like that was making a good use of her talents!

Harvest

[springforth]

Persephone had slept in today, a blissful rare occurrence that involves ignoring the sudden wakefulness and burying under a blanket until the room cleared. Which is why she's still in pajamas at this late hour, hair mussed from sleep, blinking in the bright light of the greenhouse.

Well, her and a good handful of beings. In every corner was evidence of growth, every plant in its prime, the branches weighed heavy with vegetables and fruit. Huh. Persephone slapped her cheeks. Nope, awake.

"Did I do this?" She frowns, floating over to the tomato beside Hecate. She had been several train cars away but... She guesses it's not impossible? Others have control over plants, but none quite so much as her.

"If it was me, what was I dreaming about?"

Dr. Otto Octavius | Spectacular Spider-Man

[armsistice]

• Harvest Void
Otto sat against the base of one of the smaller apple trees, almost daring the natural Newtonian outcome, while their tentacles worked busily here and there to bring a sense of artificial order to the natural chaotic greenery. The tentacles didn't go so far as to nitpick pulling off leaves, or to brush away every speck of dirt, but they did their job with the precision of human hands, and had accumulated a respectable basketful of the nearest flourishing flora in a short amount of time.

Every so often, the Doctor took a closer look at a possibly offending offering, and then they tossed it aside in the general direction of a still-mostly-hypothetical compost heap.

• Cold Iron, Warm Hearts {Team 3}
This sort of catastrophe was not often useful to capitalize on, outside of keeping people's attention away from other matters, and Dr. Octopus had schemes that were precious little involved with these people, and no particular grudge against any of them. It was the matter of moments for them to make a decision, and then Otto's steely sinuous arms were working up under collapsed metal, dragging out chunks of rubble, and snaking in through small gaps to investigate for survivors.

One particularly large collapse took the strength of three arms to lift, and the remaining arm writhed in consideration that it could not, with medical care, remove the injured servant beneath. "If I could have some assistance, please--!" Otto pitched their voice above its usual soft cadence.

Cold Iron, Warm Hearts

[sciencegirl]

What's visible before Entrapta is visible is a mass of purple hair that comes out of a large broken metal tube sticking out of the wall. And then Entrapta herself, pulling herself out by the pigtails, nicely covered in clockwork grease because she was trying to search the innards of the Clocktower for survivors.

"Oooh! Are those hydrolic!? Also, I'm here."

She reaches into her pack with two locks of hair to get out her medkit and a potion she'd taken from the team lead. A potion meant for her, but if they're hurt badly enough she'll use it on a stranger. The hair 'gives' it to her hands, where she starts opening the kit while she's on her way. He feet don't touch the ground as she makes her way over, letting her hair carry her over the perilous debris.

"Do you know how long they were under there?" The woman with the particularly well (or ill, depending on the outlook) behaved purple hair asks.

Metal Sonic | Sonic the Hedgehog

[artspunchesface]

Dio's Legacy

Metal Sonic stood in front of the entrance to this car. An entire car filled to the brim with crocodiles. Why were there crocodiles in here? What use were they here? Even worse was that some of them were approaching him wanting belly rubs.

He was a robot. He was Dr. Eggman's greatest achievement. He was going to take over this train. He was...

He was rubbing the crocs. He's rubbing the crocs contently. What the heck.

Cold Iron, Warm Hearts

Team One

So, Metal Sonic was tasked with capturing the gear sprites from the Clocktower and was warned they would be fast and small. For a machine designed to combat "fast" and "small", that's no problem at all. What is a problem?

The fact that the gear sprites can enter and mess around with him. This, Metal Sonic is buzzing, twitching, sparking and all kinds of panicking as he stumbles around trying to get the gear sprites out of him.

[#$*%$(#$*(%^$(#$% --- HELP! --- %*$%&w#$*$%(#]

Team Three

Now this was something Metal Sonic could handle. With his incredible strength, the machine was busy tearing apart the wreckage in finding people.

[Your magic and technology is inferior. You should be ashamed at your failure to escape.] Metal Sonic said, pulling a servant out.

Sheesh, such manners.

Wildcard

(Ooc: Hit me up with anything else you want!)

Cold Iron, Warm Hearts - Team One

[jesture]

At first, the sprites had been funny. Oh, yes, chaotic and disruptive, making it impossible to get any work done, and very difficult to capture, but still a laugh and a half to someone like Nights, who had no skin in the game and coincidentally thought everything was a game.

It was much less funny when it actually started hurting people, though. And Nights immediately abandoned their small haul of enchanted technological bait-objects to try to render assistance.

What that assistance actually was... was a little more open to debate. "Try to stay calm, ah--visitor!" Nights reached out to snag Metal Sonic's arm, heedless of penalty from his claws and more invested in keeping him from staggering into the nearby street, or causing some other harm to himself by way of gear sprite interference. "Focus, you can do it! Can we get you to something they'll like playing with more? Something, oh, bigger, or, more complicated internally than you..."

Ordinarily, 'dualize with the visitor' was never a bad plan, but in a case like this one, it wasn't Nights' go-to. Not while there were other minds in there causing a ruckus.

Amaterasu "Ammy" | Okami |OTA

[dog_of_the_sun]

Crocodiles
Ammy is used to animals that shouldn't necessarily be friendly to her, being friendly. Crocodiles are new though, and she has never seen this giant lizard before. Sniff-sniff-sniff, Hello Giant-water-lizard-friend! Are you hungry? Does Ammy need to bring you food?"

Harvest Void
Ammy wastes no time helping with the harvest. She is a champion digger! So any herbs or fruit or veggies that need to be dug up she is ON! Any hanging from trees are a bit harder; but while her celestial brush is limited here on the train, it still works. A quick power-slash through the stem, and fruit and berries are falling to the ground to be harvested.

Team One
This whole place kind of reminded her a little of Nechku and Lechku, with all the clockworks. Gen would probably love it here. None of Ammy's admiration though is helping with the sprites!

She's not entirely sure what this device is that they're in. One paw is raising up hesitantly to tap at it, pressing a key that makes the gear swing up. What? Ammy's head tilts, and she does so again--trying to figure this out and temporarily distracted.

Wild Card
[Got an idea? hit me up.]

Harvest Void

[katzenpfote]

Caleb isn't much for physical work, but what he can do is organize. As the dog comes over with some kind of large fruit, he nods. It's... different. He's not really a dog person, but he's already made peace with the fact that there's a giant dog here.

"Ah... over here, bitte... please. This is where that fruit goes. I have them sorted out." The dog can understand him, right?

Ichiban Kasuga | Yakuza: Like a Dragon

[likeadragonfish]

I. Dio's Legacy

"You've got to be kidding me!"

Guess whose first time it is having to go through the crocodile pen? This guy!

He wasn't expecting this.

"First bears, tigers, and heavy machinery driving monkeys, now crocodiles!? What did I do to deserve this?"

Despite his panicked demeanor as he said this, the shrub haired man sobered up quickly and started pushing his sleeves up as if he was getting ready for a wrestling match with a wild animal. Thankfully before he could try suplexing one of the beasts, a smaller crocodilian shuffled up to his feet and began rubbing against his shoe like a scaled cat. Kasuga froze in place.

A quiet moment went by.

"Aw. He just wants a belly rub. That's...new. Kinda cute."

He knelt down and sure enough the crocodile rolled over to let him rub its belly with vigorous enthusiasm. And thus Kasuga discovered the crocodiles were for petting, not fighting.

II. Harvest Void

Kasuga had no qualms helping out in the greenhouse. Gardening wasn't really something he knew too much about but he was eager, quick to learn, and great at physical work. Which made it perfect for him to do all the picking of fruit and vegetables. He did it with a little tune stuck in his head and hummed quietly to himself.

Once he filled an entire crate full of fruits he looked around while he wiped his forehead. Spotting someone, he walked up to them. "Yo! Where should I put this?"

III. Cold Iron, Warm Hearts - Team One

"Now this is what I'm talking about. This is just like out of a video game! I'm goin' on a fetch quest!"

His enthusiasm didn't wane as the day went on, even as the tiny sprites proved crafty and hard to wrangle. He had one in a bag, chattering irritably at him ("I'm sorry I had to bag you, but you wouldn't cooperate and you were ruining that nice guy's home. It's for your own good, I promise.") while he chased another through the city streets. He hopped over fences and slid across automobile hoods like a champ as he raced after the small critter.

Finally, he managed to corner it down a dead end alleyway. "I'm not gonna hurt you, I swear."

The sprite in his bag seemed to object with a high pitched chime.

"Oh, you're fine! Hush. I'll get you back home soon, safe and sound. The both of you."

Kasuga crept forward slowly, spotted another passenger out of the corner of his eye, and called out. "Hey, help me grab this one down here, will ya?"

III

[dragoonrouge]

If gathering the sprites was like a video game then the passenger who was walking past the alley certainly added to the JRPG aesthetic on account of her brightly coloured hair and her cat-like features. Curious as to who called out to her, Q'uila steps into the alley, her pupils glinting in the dim light as she regards Kasuga and then the sprite at the end of the alley.

"I would be happy to help, although I do not possess a bag to catch the sprite in. I can make it easier for you to capture if you would like?"

Cao Weining | Word of Honor

[bigrabbit]

( Dio's Legacy )

Cao Weining is minding his own business as he explores the train further. Unknowingly, he crosses a path with a gharial by entering a carriage he by no means would have wanted to cross if he had known. As it comes closer to him he cries out, stumbling backwards and ending up on his butt as it noses at his chest and then goes for his hand. He scrambles back more.

"Don't eat me," he says as if it would do any good at all!

( Kitchen )

There is very little in the world that Cao Weining loves more than food -- so it had taken next to no time at all for him to find the kitchen. He's trying to figure it all out, having managed to not have to make food for himself since he'd arrived -- not all that long ago mind you! He doesn't mind making food for himself.

But it does make him miss A-Xiang more... He sighs as he starts to try and gather ingredients and figure out how everything works...

He could probably use assistance as it will be abundantly clear that he doesn't actually know what he's doing here!

( Wildcard )

[ Will match styles/tenses! Open to whatever else you might desire. ]

Dio's Legacy

[nautapirate]

Lucky for Cao Weining someone comes into the same carriage a moment after he does, but Vasco doesn't think anything of it. Not until the man is spooked and shouting for mercy from the gharial. A normal response when such a beast comes at you for certain, but also lucky for Cao Weining is that it had no intention of making a meal of him.

It did want food though. Vasco always brings food with him so he can appease the needy nature of the beasts, half so he can be left in peace as he visits for a little while and also to make sure they don't change their mind and have a need for taking a bite out of the people here. Keep them fed and they shouldn't have to. He'll toss a fish to land beside the scared man, the long nosed toothy croc snatching it up quickly.

"Have no fear, it's not your flesh it hungers for. Though do be careful if you attempt to hand feed them. Liable to lose a finger by accident." Have you seen all those teeth?

R0-GR | Star Wars

[thelastb1]

Dio's Legacy

Roger hadn't known what a crocodile was before entering the Crocodile Carriage. But whatever these lizard creatures he sees are, they terrify him. He's halfway through the carriage, with his back to the wall, trying as hard as he can to avoid drawing any of their attention, and very quietly whimpering.

Harvest Void

R0-GR cannot eat food. However, a very small demographic might claim that R0-GR can cook food. And so the surplus of produce in the Greenhouse is very much of interest to him. He does not know what any of these plants are, but he can learn. He has, in one hand, a cookbook or a recipe card, and in the other, a basket full of fruits and vegetables. He wanders, collecting various items of interest and occasionally asking someone about some mundane vegetable.

A robotic but emotive voice may even ask you, "Do you know what a celery is?"

Harvest Void

[jesture]

"Not a clue." Nights was still willing to offer whatever assistance was feasible, while wholly ignorant, like R0-GR, "Most of them are green. So if you can find out what color it is, that might narrow it down."

Nights floated behind their new companion and peered over his shoulder. "What are you trying to make?"

Death | Sandman

[acapriciousthing]

Dio's legacy

She could just end up on the other side, of course. But crossing the crocodile car is fun.

It's definitely not fast since the creatures do like to say hi. "Hello. Hello to you too. It's good to see you."

They're awfully cute and do need to be pet.

Harvest

Death doesn't technically need to eat. But food is just such an amazing thing that she does. And of course she'll help to make sure they have lots of options. So she'll harvest like her aspect was something else entirely.

She holds a particularly well formed piece of fruit up to a passerby. "Aren't these amazing?"

COld Iron, Warm Hearts, Team 3

Death has seen many scenes like this. The only part that's new is this time she's here for the people who are alive. But they're still people, she knows what to do with them.

"We'll get you out," she says softly to the servant in the rubble. And then she turns to the nearest person. She can't just make the rubble go away.

"With help."

Harvest

[blue_dove]

Nagase smiles. "I wouldn't have thought something like this could grow on a train."

Like all old soldiers, she should be a familiar face.

[atent_dead]

Harvest

Witches garden. That's just part of how witching works. Neighbours will of course happen to drop off gifts, but they need certain supplies.

Witches would also never use magic for something so routine as gardening. She's got perfectly good hands.

She does, however, only have two and this particular vine is just a little too high. It's a two person job. "Ye wanna hold or pick?"

Cold Iron, Warm Hearts, Team One

This is why she's suspicious of the Fey. One of many reasons. Mostly because it's a good survival trait. You get too much magic coming into things and then it gets loose. These sprites must have seemed like a good idea at the time.

She's found a reasonably effective strategy though. She always has a broom anyway. Might as well use it to sweep them back toward where they need to be. "Shoo."

Harvest

[holeyjudgment]

"Oh, I could probably hold it down really easily, and watch you pull it free." Colette wants to help the old lady out, of course.

Vasco | Greedfall

[nautapirate]

(Vasco won't be in his full piratey looking outfit, just his tricorn hat and he'll have his sword. Otherwise wearing the normal attire of the train. The hat really doesn't go well with the colorful hoodies, alas.)

DIO'S LEGACY:

It's a good thing before his time on the train that he'd spent a heavy amount of time landbound, because it's a little easier to handle now that he's been taken from the sea yet again. He doesn't enjoy it, but it's just his life apparently. Though this time he's without the friends he'd made back on the isle of Teer Fradee.

The closest he gets to the sea now is the strange carriage full of monsters, or would be considered monsters where he's from, but these are docile and friendly. Their maws of sharp teeth not for the passengers, but any treats that are brought to them. It's oddly enough become a place he visits daily, not for the company of the crocodiles, but for the water. It's not the sea, but it's better than nothing. Anyone passing through the carriage may find Vasco sitting at the edge of the water, probably with a couple crocodiles sunning nearby or nudging him for something to eat.

"Ah ah, enough now. I've already fed you." Vasco gives the snout of the crocodile a light shove, "Pester someone else you glutton."


HARVEST VOID:

All hands on deck? This isn't the deck Vasco is familiar with, but it seemed to be an "emergency" so here he was. There's buckets and baskets all over for people to grab and use to place any produce they've picked into, to which Vasco has commandeered one for that purpose.

If anything this is keeping him busy, picking apples as he is, but all these plants and trees and such? Terrible. He'll sigh heavily.

"Oh how I miss the ocean."

Harvest Void. P.S. I love the journal pun.

[likeadragonfish]

"Yeah?"

Kasuga was right there beside Vasco, reaching up to pick apples and then drop them gently into a nearby basket. He didn't seem to mind the manual labor in the least. He continued working even as he glanced over at Vasco to speak.

"You a, uh..." don't say pirate, don't say pirate, don't say pirate "...seaman?"

Whew, potential insult averted. But that hat sure did look pirate-y!