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

Cold Iron

[washibot]

With that, the Kyuranger lands behind Death, not that she knew Death was Death or she'd probably be as freaked out as the servant in the rubble.

"Do you know anything about medicine? I think....."

With that her head scans the rubble in an almost mechanical pattern, "I can blast that off, but I don't think you can be under that without getting hurt and I'm not good with biological repair."

She then shakes her head and flutters her wings a bit, she'd smile at the servant if it would help, but her face is locked in ceramics AND covered in a mirrored helmet.

"I have a shot. I'm not scanning that it will hit or hurt anyone with more rubble."

Re: Cold Iron

[acapriciousthing]

"Mostly I know what will or won't be fatal." Which is a highly specialized form of medical knowledge and generally not what people are asking about.

"You don't have to worry about hurting me if you can get it without harming her though." There are certain advantages to only technically having a body, after all.

[washibot]

"Eh? That sounds more like an assassin than a medic but... I still don't want to hurt you, because adding to the casualty count never helps."

Still with that she nudges the ridiculous pink gem on the thing on her left arm towards her and starts taking aim.

"I just wish I knew if magic disintegrated properly or exploded in a weird way."

[acapriciousthing]

"I'm not human, you don't have to worry about hurting me." Normally she's fairly willing to disclose what exactly she is. But that would give the people in the rubble entirely the wrong idea.

"But if you're not sure it might be better to just move things the old fashioned way."

[washibot]

Human? Only a human would think that everyone thinks biologicals are human. Maybe this woman has been in that backwater of the galaxy too. Maybe after they have a few decades of FTL trade.

"I don't think I could lift it. But.... Here we go."

She raises her arm cannon and a bright pink star fires, eating a lot of junk in what looks like..... Really cheap fireworks going off on one hand, and nonsensical explosions of nothing on the other.

"Let's get in and grab them before something that will give me another headache happens!"

[acapriciousthing]

She's just not going to consider the physics of that explosion. It was flashy and clearly following rules of this person's world and it got the job done.

"Everyone's still okay, let's keep them that way." She moves in to the space that just opened up.

[washibot]

It is probably best not to consider the physics of a world based on adventure shows. That sounds like a place where migraines of immense size come from.

"Understood. Are you going to be able to get to them? I didn't scan anyone else there but.... I'm not exactly designed to deal with magic."

[acapriciousthing]

"Getting to them is the easy part." She could technically just teleport through if that was all there was to it. But she's not just dealing with souls here, there are bodies to consider. "I just need to make sure there's a clear way to bring them out afterwards."

[washibot]

"I see." She doesn't, it is totally visible in the way she holds herself that this woman is an illusion, wrapped in an enigma, smothered in secret sauce.

"Can you use that trick to check ahead and tell me what to blast then? Structural stability I can do. But, magic is far out of my world."