voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 023

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.

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Leia had noticed the familiar presence nearby, but hadn't actually seen her until now. Well, that explained a few things. And raised a few more questions. But at least she had a fairly good idea how to handle the young girl.

"You know," Leia said, looking in the direction of Kaylin's hiding place, "I don't think that's quite what was meant by 'picking fruit'. And I can hear your stomach from here, so you may as well come out."

She hesitated, then slipped out where she could see Leia, clinging to the stolen fruit. Her eyes were full of distrust and challenge. Leia might recognize Eli, but that went one way at the moment. Her eyes darted to the exit from the car and back, trying to determine if she could get away before the adult caught her or sounded the alarm.

Well, luckily for Eli, Leia showed no signs of doing either. Nor did she seem upset. In fact if anything, she seemed mildly amused. "There's no need to sneak around, you know," she said. "If you're hungry, you could have just asked. Given all this," she gestured around at all the produce that still needed harvesting, "no one's going to begrudge you a few pieces of fruit. In fact you'd likely have to be as big as a house to eat enough of it for it to be missed."

She hesitated, unsure, licking her lips. She considered asking, but if the woman was lying, she'd keep lying. So watching her carefully and listening for anyone sneaking up on her... she took a bite of one of the fruits. She forced herself to make it a small bite, so she didn't choke if she had to run.

Because of how she was holding the other fruit, when she lifted the other one her sleeve - because train standard issue lacked buttons or ties at the cuffs - slipped up her arm a bit. Unshockingly there were marks showing at the edge of her wrist.

She made no move to stop Eli as she took the bite of fruit, and neither did anyone else. Everyone seemed far more interested in the work of harvesting or otherwise going about their business than in anything the young girl was doing.

And rather than comment on the marks, Leia said, "Once you're done eating, I'd appreciate it if you lent us a hand with the harvesting. We need all the help we can get, and the more that gets harvested and properly stored, the more there'll be to eat later." Hopefully the offer would seem less suspicious if there were some apparent expectations attached to it.

That did help, yes. But she was still not ready to trust. Not again. But... "I'm not a farmer," she mumbled around a mouthful of food. She took another bite before she finished swallowing the first.

"Neither are most of us," Leia said. "But luckily for all of us, you don't need to be to help with this. It doesn't really take a lot of skill to pick fruits and vegetables and put them in storage containers, just a lot of work. And if you have the energy and dexterity to sneak around and nick fruit from bins, then you also have enough of both to pick them and put them in bins."

"And I can eat while I work...?" she took another desperate bite while she waited for an answer, watching alertly.

"As long as more goes in the containers than goes in your mouth, then yes," Leia said. "In fact, I think I know the perfect thing for you to do that will let you do just that."

She indicated a nearby cluster of blueberry bushes and several waiting baskets. "You're a bit too small to pick fruit from trees, but you shouldn't have any problem reaching the blueberries. For every two berries in the basket, you can eat one yourself. Just don't squeeze them too hard, or all you'll end up with is sticky, purple mush. Understand?"

She could climb well, so she thought she'd do okay with the trees, even if she had never seen any as tall or wide as these. But the small bushes... She considered as she took another bite, then nodded. This lady didn't hafta know she couldn't count all that well.

Oh she could count to two. That part was easy, it was the remembering to count that was hard. Just like when she would play twenty questions with...

She paled and looked a bit sick, the fruit falling from her hands. Even at 13, she was an open book. Or perhaps more so back then, when it was all so fresh and recent. Tears filled her eyes and she tried to force herself to not cry to not show weakness to a stranger. Jerkingly she walked towards the bush, though even starvation couldn't make the thought of eating palatable when that memory was in full force.

He wasn't dead yet.

But they were...

Test Drive Meme 023

Dio's Legacy

Harvest Void

Cold Iron, Warm Hearts

Team One

Team Two

Team Three

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Cw: child murder, aka, generic Kaylin stuff