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

[washibot]

"But just look at them... They're so cute...."

Her right hand moves for the bracer on her left arm.

"I'm sure one little taste wouldn't hurt."

[killer_rhythm]

Why this.

"But won't they taste better later, after a job well done? When you don't have to worry about some monster coming in and attacking just when you're trying to take a bite?"

(Also, he's not sure they're not poisonous somehow.)

[washibot]

"Monster? What monster? The other 10 can take care of the monsters.... You can have some cake too. I always have to be the serious one, maybe just once I can be lucky...."

With a tap of her wrist, the helmet vanishes revealing the robotic face.

[killer_rhythm]

Can robots eat cakes? Should he be pointing that out, or will she get more pissed off?

"Does... Spada... normally make cakes? And hand them out in a combat zone like the one we're in right now?" He casts a wary glance at the person(?) in question, hoping like hell he's not going to have to intervene physically here.

[washibot]

"Spada is the best chef in the rebellion. He cooks wherever he feels like it."

She shrugs and, starts eating a dream cake. Don't ask the physics of it, but it isn't messy.

[killer_rhythm]

Haneul really hopes this is just one of those dreams you have to see through, and not one that turns into a nightmare, like the cake turning into grey goo or something.

God, he sucks at this.

"Was Spada already on the train with us? I don't remember seeing him."

[washibot]

"Huh? I don't think so... I don't know."

Her cheeks flush a bit red, "Then again, he always was quiet and sensible. And I haven't met everyone."

[killer_rhythm]

Neither has Haneul, which he's kind of regretting right now. "So if he wasn't on the train, then how did he get here?" And why did he not think of this question at least three minutes ago?

[washibot]

Head tilt, how did he get here. She didn't detect the Orion, or any voyagers. Her systems didn't link to any of the others. That is a good question.

But.... Cute cakes....

".....I'm not certain?"

[killer_rhythm]

"Would you have been able to sense him arriving?"

[washibot]

"No, but it would have registered on my Seiza blaster. Unless he didn't wear his! That has to...."

No, that's not right, that would be stupid. Sure Champ or Stinger, definitely the captain... They may do something stupid like that but...

She just stands there looking horribly confused.

[killer_rhythm]

Now he feels bad. "The Clocktower's spewing dreaming magic all over the place right now."

[washibot]

She sighs and shakes her head, it was too good to be true. Now she's just irritated.

She reaches down to her bracer and flicks the pink jewel up as the bracer states "Say the change!"

"STAR CHANGE!" Her helmet reappears and she flicks her hand over the trigger by her finger, "Ok, let's go shoot whatever is the source of that magic then...."

[killer_rhythm]

One of these days he's going to get used to the fact that Power Rangers-slash-Super Sentai are real. Today is not that day, but he's getting closer. "I'm not sure we'll be able to stop it fully until the Clocktower's fixed - the problem is that the gateway to the Fey realm is torn."

[washibot]

"This sounds like a problem needing finesse and tact. Maybe a specialist."

Her shoulders droop a bit, "We should probably find one then. If you know anything about magic, I can cover you. Cause this is out of my areas of expertise unless you need to have a ship piloted into that rift."

[killer_rhythm]

"Most of my knowledge is limited to light manipulation." Unless his other half would like to weigh in with some useful information...?

...And of course his other half does not.

"We're probably going to need engineers. I might be able to whip up some temporary containment, assuming the magic doesn't just slice through the light frequencies I can use, but all that's going to do is buy us time. Probably the best thing we can do is look for other people who've been trapped and break them out so the magic doesn't have as much to fuel it."