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

[motherofresistance]

Leia nodded in return and carefully moved into a position where she would be able to see and hopefully reach the person behind the collapsed ceiling. It wasn't long before she saw what she had sensed; not one person, but three. Two young women and one young man, humanoid, but all with unusually pale skin and hair, pointed ears, and limbs that seemed slightly too long for their bodies. Their relatively simple clothing marked them as likely being servants, and they looked back at her with wide, frightened eyes.

"Don't worry," she said. "We're here to help. We'll have you out of there shortly."

To Edge she said. "Just a little more, and we'll likely have a big enough opening. Try to stick to moving paneling and the like if you can; beams are more likely to still be supporting something."

[blue_dove]

"Stay right where you are. We're coming to you."

Edge smiles through the gap in the debris, hoping her gentle but confident expression will provide them with some cause for comfort.

In the meantime, she quickens the pace of her work, and hones her focus to move only the paneling.

[motherofresistance]

The three said nothing, but nodded nervously. All three were sporting numerous cuts and bruises, the man in particular having a long, thin cut above his left eye, and one of the women held right arm close to her body in a way that suggested it too was less visibly injured. Thankfully none of them looked like their lives were in danger, but still, the sooner someone with medical training got to look over them, the better.

Once enough rubble had been shifted, Leia nodded her thanks to Edge. "Alright, that should be good," she said.

Then to the three behind the rubble, she said, "Now, one at a time, if you can, stand up and come towards us. The floor is more stable over here." The girl with the injured arm nodded again and got shakily to her feet, starting slowly toward them, until soon, Leia was able to reach out and take her good hand helping her the last few steps.

She smiled at the young woman. "There we go," she said. Heartened by his friend's success, the young man got up next, beginning to pick his way carefully towards them. Meanwhile, the newly freed young woman moved to stand close to Edge. Up close, she looked exhausted as well as injured, and was trembling faintly, but seemed unwilling to sit or lean against anything. Maybe she was hoping to have someone near enough to catch her if her knees gave out?

[blue_dove]

Edge is nothing if not observant. She throws her arm and shoulder out to support, bracing herself to support some of the woman's weight.

"Hey. Easy, now."