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

[intelinside]

There's the slight cracking of frozen thorns underfoot, but a few cautious glances down don't give any indication that they're continuing to try to grow and break free of the magic stalling them just yet. Phineas just has to trust Ansem, though -- he has no idea how strong the magic in this place is or what it can do, or the strengths and limitations of Ansem's own magic.

He's used to working in teams, though, and putting his trust in other people, and he's only rarely been given cause to regret it.

"Good thought," he agrees. And the comment about poison gave him slight pause, but Ansem doesn't seem too concerned about it. He does still get out his tool roll and carefully use his pliers to remove the leaves, though. (There are quiet gear sprite noises from his penlight. He ignores them for the moment.)

Once the leaves are gone and the wires visible, it's easy to see why the lights are flickering; it's a quick enough fix and the lights finally come back on, stable and brighter than before. "Got it," he calls over. "You having any luck?"

[darknessinzero]

Magically-induced poisons, at least, are easy to remedy with magical means. At least, the ones Ansem has at hand.

He moves slowly, minding his footing- there's more danger than just the magical, here, frost or not. Steam hisses softly as he moves past a pipe, and he considers this a good sign- the boiler may be this way. Encouraged, he turns a corner, turning briefly once more as he hears the other man's faint voice-

-and then another. His head whips back around.

"There's someone trapped over here!"

The boiler is briefly forgotten as he moves to investigate.

[intelinside]

There might not be as much debris down here as above, but the thorns haven't come from nowhere and the hissing steam is a reminder: Pipes and equipment have burst here as well. Steam can still burn, any exposed wiring may still be live, the thorns might conceal hazards or just trip someone up themselves.

Though with the lights on it will be easier to navigate, and with the boiler off the steam will stop and maybe the plant life can actually be cleared--

Ansem's call is unexpected, but Phineas closes up the box, hurriedly putting his tools away as he makes his way, careful but not incredibly slow, in that direction. "Could be one of the engineers, if they were working down here at the time," he notes.

That seems to be the case, in fact; the man seems to have had a similar thought to their own, as heading towards his voice brings Ansem to the boiler after all. He can't get to it, because the boiler is red hot and hissing itself, and the thorns around it have been thawed by the heat, wrapped around the engineer's legs and restricting his movements.