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

I'm sure nothing bad will happen. Everything is fine. | Team 3

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter's been doing what he can to help whenever he can. Mostly, that's involved clearing rubble away but hey, whatever keeps people safe. He's not wearing the Spider-Man suit, instead he's wearing a Nasa shirt and the train issued khakis as well as what it unmistakably Spider-Man's webshooters. Since Peter is entirely unaware of who Otto Octavius is and thus any potential grudges Otto might have against him, he ignores the spideysnse and assumes it's more because of the whole situation and not anything els.e

"Yeah-yeah of course." Peter rushes over and quickly pulls the injured civilian to safety and then moves to help move large bit of rock Otto is struggling with by pushing it all the way over.

LOL

[armsistice]

"What a prompt response." There was no sarcasm, just the simple observation, and for a few moments, Dr. Octopus was fully focused on the completion of the rescue in question.

The super strength was noted and filed away, and the bracelets were... interesting. Obviously technological in some sense, but where Otto's own Spider-Man made them as well, he had also concealed them, and there was no recognition yet that this was one of the Doctor's most consistent enemies.

"You're quite strong." Otto's tentacles wreathed in a nervous holding pattern around their scientist's core, as Otto moved here and there to investigate for more victims. In Otto's estimation, Tinkerer had the right idea prioritizing engineers, they might at least know what the machines did or how to control and corral the gear sprites. But it was hard to know which of the injured people had useful information for them and who was just in need of general saving. "I suppose that's technological, in origin?"

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter wipes his hands off once the large bit of rubble is taken care of and takes a quick glance around-his senses buzzing uncomfortable at the base of his neck again. He doesn't see any immediate danger. Maybe the metal arm things are making him nervous? that doesn't make sense though. He's met people with metal arms before and they didn't set off his senses. He's caught off guard by the question and just glances over at Otto.

"Hmm? What, my-my strength?" He asks after a moment. "Oh-no. Not really. I mean it kinda depends on your definition of technological, I guess-but no. Genetic mutation, actually. Specifically caused by a radioactive spider bite which a hundo percent sucked. 0/10 would not recommend. Even if it did give me cool spider powers. But don't worry about that."

[armsistice]

Time felt that it slowed just a bit, as it often did in a crisis. Behind the goggles, Otto's eyes widened. This brazen youth? So casually, so openly announcing himself as Spider-Man?

The speech patterns were similar enough, the powers did match. Only the life choices were baffling, something here didn't fit quite right, and the surge of emotions - anger, fear, confusion, this was just a teenager! - all jockeyed and fretted against Ock's personal command.

"Oh... I see." It was a distant observation, the arms writhing naked distress outside their owner's efforts to be stoic. A threat! An enemy!

"I thought you'd be older." Otto confessed, tentacle arms slowing in their upset dance to bear them a bit closer, to examine Parker up close, "And I never thought you'd go without the mask... the costume. Have you finally retired from meddling in what doesn't concern you?"

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter's trying not to show that he might be getting a little nervous as this has taken a turn. Does this man... recognize him? "Y-yeah well, keeping a secret identity is more work than I'm really willing to put in when traveling through the void. D-do I know you?" Should he know him? "Cause like, if you're from my future-you should know it's 2018 when I'm from-time's kinda weird on the train."

He's looking him over suspiciously now, those words 'meddling in what doesn't concern you' that sounds suspiciously like something a bad guy might say. "uh... anyways, y-you good here?"

[armsistice]

Do I know you?

Of course. Those words were vital, though Peter was probably just speaking from anxiety, that was what Otto needed to hear to understand, this was not the same Spider-Man, at least not unless he was suffering from severe selective amnesia... And the continued explanation; 2018, that was more than enough evidence to confirm, at least in Ock's mind.

"--You don't know me." Otto confirmed, almost as if reminding themself as well as Peter, "It was - someone else."

The tentacles drew back, depositing their owner on solid ground again, though only literally. Metaphorically was another story. "Forgive me. I... Yes. You can go."

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter feels himself tensing, his senses once again buzzing uncomfortably. Without meaning to, he slips into a stance more ready for a fight. And then things deescalate again and Peter forces himself to relax despite that his spideysense is still buzzing more than normal.

"Someone else." He mutters, mostly to himself. And he gets it as things sort of click into place. "I'm guessing you've met a different me in a different universe-it happens. I'm still Spider-Man though, and if you try to hurt anyone I will stop you."

He doesn't look very threatening, a teenager no taller than five, eight and messy hair but his voice is level and he does take his responsibilities as Spider-Man very seriously, even if he's not wearing the mask. Although, he feels a little weird about it since the man was just working on rescuing someone.

[armsistice]

"Oh you certainly do hold yourself as he does." Octopus observed, with irritation under the surface, "I'm sure you are. And if you do try to destroy me, I will not show you mercy for your age, I promise you that. We are better served, you and I, being respectful allies of convenience; only you are endangered being my enemy."

It's kind of like when a cat puffs up, I'm big, the tentacles lifting a little, spreading out to present a threatening appearance of their own.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter, again, moves to a more battle ready stance, this time far more obvious than the last. He might have tried to address the obvious assumption and assure the man that he wasn't there to destroy anyone but he's caught up on the last part. He's willing to play nice with whoever is willing to play nice because he's not exactly a strike-first kinda guy.

"No dude, you're way out numbered here-I can handle myself just fine but if you come after me, there's gonna be consequences so you better check yourself before you wreck yourself." Those consequences in the form of the actual Avengers. Or well, some of them.

[armsistice]

For a second, nothing from Otto, and then, "Fine. There are people here whose chances of survival are bettered by our intervention, and every second is vital."

Dr. Octopus hesitated only a moment before turning their back, skittering away like a big cellar spider in their own right. They was vulnerable like this, of course, but they believed it was an acceptable risk.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter doesn't move at first, ready for a fight it Otta dares to throw the first strike. But he doesn't, not that Peter's at all convinced he's not leading him to a false sense of security. He watches him skitter off and finally relaxes when his spideysense calms down more. Otto was right though, there are survivors to find and rescue and starting a fight isn't going help anyone.

Still, it's probably best if he doesn't continue on like everything's fine. Should he maybe tell someone about the encounter? Shaking the thought off, he pulls up his SCA's map of the area to see it it'll show him the next area he needs to canvas.