Test Drive Meme 004

[voidtreckermods]

Welcome to our Test Drive Meme! Here is the place to see how your character might fit the setting, grab some samples and start having fun!

1. Post with your character. I’ve written out some prompts but feel free to make up your own, you have a whole train to play with!

2. Assume they have been around long enough for threads to jump right into the action!

3. Have much fun!

Happy testing!

Crisis On… A Zoo!

The train has recently gained a game carriage and the VR video games are proving popular. A good way to relive boredom as well as teaching some good skills.

Crisis on...This game can be played with two to four players. It is essentially a crisis simulator mixed with an escape room. You can chose the scenario (the bridge of a space ship, a camp in a jungle, a high rise building, a sailing ship etc) and you are thrown into the middle of a crisis of some kind. Teamwork and a cool head are important as is using the surroundings wisely.

Ready? Your team is at a zoo where someone is sabotaging things. Animals keep escaping from their cages and you have to figure out ways to lure them back and make the pens secure. All that whilst finding and solving clues to find the culprit before the lions escape and it’s game over!

Dressing Up

Your upcoming mission involves infiltrating a courtly function so combat trousers and hoodies will not do! Fear not though, the dressing room provides.

Ball gowns, fancy suits, wigs, splendid capes. These are perhaps not the most historically accurate costumes but let’s hope no one notices the stitch is slightly wrong!

Be as fancy as you wish or try and keep it subtle, you are meant to be infiltrating after all. Help figure out fastenings. There are even some instructions for fancy hairstyles if you want to go all out!

Courtly Chaos

Someone is trying to assassinate a king at the biggest event in the kingdom. Your job, voidtreckers, is to stop this from happening. You are at court, there is a party. Food and wine are plentiful but you have a job to do.

Team One

Someone knows something. Investigate, question, follow suspicious characters. Be subtle but try and make contacts and foil this plot before it comes to fruition.

Team Two
Can the knights even be trusted? The king needs to be protected whatever the cost. Stay close. Try not to be too obvious. Watch for threats and try not to attack any innocent courtiers who approach the king!

Team Three

Almost as important as protecting the king is protecting his reputation. The show must go on, the courtiers must not know the king is in danger. It would cause panic, distrust, could rip the court apart.

Your job is distraction, keep the party goers’ attentions so they do not notice the work of the other teams!

Comments

[afterburner]

"It's easy. You make a shell. Easy to draw whatever you want to on the surface. Still hides what's inside. Like a hermit crab. You need something different? Just move on." It was more of a murmur at that point, to not mess anything up when Uldren was clearly working intently.

Renee grunted at that a little bit. "Probably not the time for it now, but grand balls? There's a story there." One she wouldn't mind listening to, clearly--if he actually cared to tell her. Hard to say. Still, there was evidence of interest.

"When all you have is time, it's easy to waste." She shrugged her shoulders a tiny bit at that. Last thing she wanted to do was wreck what he was doing. It'd probably piss the prissy prince off that much more if she did, and he was so damn touchy already!

His comment about humans made her jerk back and grab his wrist. Renee's eyes narrowed, even as her pupils glowed red. That grip was dangerous, but she shoved his hand away gently, even as she snarled at him. "Do not lump me in with humans. I'm a mutant. Get it right."

[forsakenprince]

He made a quiet noise of disagreement at her assessment. "Shells and shields break. They wear away over time. You want something more evanescent, like a dream you wake up from that you can't quite remember." Something more transient, so it'd be gone completely when finished. He had no desire to be tethered to one place.

"Uh, yeah." He sounded a bit distracted, all of the nastiness in his voice replaced with a low tone as he thought. "There is much I don't remember. The transformation was traumatic. I remember they were ostentatious affairs." He stopped what he was doing for a moment, his gaze going through Renee as he searched his memory for it (should she decide to peek and see why he stopped). "There was one for the mission, I recall. Before we left. I'm not sure why I remember this." He didn't choose to, but the manner of dress must have drudged up these flashes of memories. He could see a human Mara and his mother for a brief moment. He shook his head a little and got back to work, that edge returning to his voice. "Yes, affairs for show. Extravagant, money and technology thrown about wantonly. I imagine this mission we will be on will be similar." That wall slammed back up quick.

All he did was exhale with irritation at the comment of wasting time, but he deigned no reply to it. His jaw set as she grabbed his wrist, his gaze first going to the wrist, then to her eyes. Her snarl just made him even less pleased as he rubbed his wrist. "You're from Earth aren't you? You can try to make your eyes like mine," in reference to the red glow in her pupils, "but at the end of it all you're not the one who has to deal with these whispers at the back of your head, with these visions that come to you instead of dreams, and you don't have to sit here and count the centuries as they go by." Really, counting the failures of his attempts to surprise Mara as they tallied up - the years mattered not. His voice had risen as he made it through that. He wasn't yelling quite yet, but it was clear that something about this struck just as deep a nerve with him as it did her.

[afterburner]

"Evanescence isn't gonna protect you from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune," Renee grumbled. Leaving no trace was good--she did understand what Uldren meant. She just didn't quite agree with him.

Renee did crack an eye open--okay, that's definitely a prissy prince who's lost in a memory. She closed her eyes again, and just listened to him as he spoke. "Transformation? You don't have to answer that, but...huh." That was curious, but Uldren said it was traumatic. Renee knew enough about trauma to not poke that particular bear, regardless of whether or not she wanted to...but she did want to.

"I'm not making my eyes do anything. It's a tell." You jackass, she wanted to say, but didn't. Instead, she laughed. "Oh yeah. Believe me, if there was anywhere else to be from in my time? I'd fucking emigrate. I don't like it, but it's still a backwater, when I'm from." Renee snorted at that, but even if she didn't open her eyes, her expression softened just a bit. "Now, that, I'll give you. Watching centuries go by, mostly solo? Yeah. That sucks. So that part, I'm sorry about." That apology, for all its bluntness, didn't even particularly sound insincere. But there was a clear undertone of but about the rest, fuck you left unspoken.

[forsakenprince]

The response to the lack of protection was to get good and keep your gun close, but he said nothing to it. He understood her point of view on the matter and respected it, even if it was not what his first choice.

It was her asking on the transformation that caused Uldren to focus back to things, his gaze snapping back to Renee before he shook his head and continued what he was saying. He did not elaborate - Renee would get a sense she'd need at least a level 6 friendship to unlock that part of his backstory.

"Oh, I see, you're from some little spot on Earth that's backwards and not as enlightened as the Last City, and so poor you." As he said poor you his voice turned from anger to pure condescension. She sounded as spineless as many of the Guardians - unwilling to do as they please, always listening strictly to orders. He knew he tended to do anything Mara said, but he just as equally ignored what she said and did what he wanted. "It'd be just like a human to complain rather than just stand up and leave." He knew he was digging into it just to be an ass.

"Your pity is wasted. My life was spent serving my Queen and that's all that mattered." Until it wasn't, and he was trying to get her back. And then he was going to be killed. He pushed the thoughts away with a sharp exhale, though his hackles seemed to go down as he sat back a moment and looked at Renee wordlessly. His expression was hard, but he was simply reading her face rather than waiting to pick her apart.

If Renee glanced in the mirror she would be able to tell he was done, or damn close. He'd mimicked the original look that Renee had done, but made it less face paint and more of an actual look someone may put on for a ball. It was by no means perfect, but it would likely be okay for the mission, given the quality of the clothes they were wearing.

[afterburner]

Renee opened her eyes. She glanced at Uldren, at the mirror briefly--and then, like a striking snake, lashed out her leg in a sweep kick. The mission was important, at least for now, so she wasn't about to break an asset she might need later, but she hooked her ankle around the chair he sat on and yanked it out from beneath him, kicking it aside even as he fell.

She got to her feet to look herself over in the mirror, nodding in satisfaction. For all that he was a giant flaming douchecanoe, he did do good work! "Looks good, thank you! Much better than I can do." Just as if she hadn't just knocked him on his ass. Renee had absolutely no plans to continue the fight, but he'd started it with his words and she'd be damned if she was going to let him flap his jaw at her when she hadn't been trying to actively piss him off.

Then again, if she had been, all bets would have been off.

[forsakenprince]

He landed on the ground unceremoniously and felt rage swell in his chest, but he gritted his teeth and stayed there for a moment. He could respect someone who spoke this language and could actually surprise him like this. He was shamed, but he deserved it for not noticing the shift in her weight, the movement building up. So he swallowed that anger, and he swallowed that shame.

Uldren stood and straightened himself out with an annoyed expression, crossing his arms as he loomed behind her, giving her reflection a final examination. "It'll have to do." Nothing snarky, no insult. He was definitely examining her, but it was clinical: he was making sure the details were in place.

"It's all so impractical, isn't it?" This seemed to be his olive branch. He wasn't one to apologize, and apparently he wasn't going to comment about the stunt she pulled. His tone wasn't as harsh as before... but he still was not friendly.