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

[philosopherspotato]

"I see..." She does not see. She does not actually know the full meaning of the word efficient.

(She's been told that she's efficient though, so that means she must be the Best, and that's pretty great!)

"I'm Mmmmm-" Wait no, codenames codenames- "Potato..!"

Her name is very much not Potato. "It's a codename," she says quite seriously, nodding as she does so. "Is the Octopus part a codename?" Not the Doctor part, that's silly. Obviously the Doctor part just means he is a Doctor, she knows THAT.

[armsistice]

"A very acceptable one." Otto was all gravitas, "Most of my colleagues, and myself, choose codenames based around animals, but Potato is novel."

One of the tentacles lifted a basket full of tomatoes. "I'll trade you some of this, if you tell me what sort of being you are. Are there more like you, or are you the only one?"

[philosopherspotato]

"Really..!?" Well now she's immediately thrilled. She did a good job picking a name!! Yay!

And she can get tomatoes!?! "Oh yeah!! That's easy!" Mostly. "I'm a homunculus..! Granny made me!" Well, that's pretty to the point now isn't it. "...I don't think Granny made more than me though, so I'm probably the only one."

[armsistice]

This little creature was quite adorable. And easily pleased, and... Perhaps even experimental. This sharing of worlds had many benefits, when it came to an education of unusual life. Potato definitely didn't look organic, and with homunculus, Otto skewed closer to magical poppet than mechanical puppet.

"Charming. I suppose she isn't here?" Otto's tentacle slid the basket toward Potato - almost as big as she was, in fact, but that was fine, there were all sorts of things one could make with surplus tomatoes. Just not tomato jam. Probably. "That is the saddest thing about this train, it tends to sunder families. My own Six are mostly elsewhere."

Otto brightened. "But an opportunity to make new family is always welcome."

[philosopherspotato]

Well, that one gets a bit of a deflate. "...Nope. Granny couldn't even come to 'Vancouver' with me... ...But Lancer did, because he was supposed to stay with me for until the Holy Grail War was done, and he isn't here either..!" she shouts, pouting heavily. "But instead he's not here at all..! Caster is, but I wasn't Caster's Master, just Lancer's."

None of this makes much sense, more than likely, and it probably never will.

Potato would absolutely try 'tomato jam'. "Oh-!! You're right though!! There's lots of new people here, and lots of them have been really cool!" A pause. "Like you! You're cool!!" She likes the arms especially- the proof is in how she keeps getting distracted and following where they go.