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Test Drive Meme 004

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!

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Courtly Chaos, Team Three

I'm sorry. Wait. Just.... did you tell Najaran that there is a huge party, with a ton of food... and her job... her actual TASK is to be distracting?

You might have wanted to make sure she heard anything other than the words distraction and food. Too late now, of course, but good to know for the future. Najaran got herself all dressed up like one of the guests, to act like one of them. She missed Gooligan, but then... he would have seen what she was planning and would have stopped her. So maybe she didn't miss him THAT much....

Her one item from home was her set of Cards, and she built her book perfectly for the party. She was trying to be good, she lanaged a whole ten minutes before she couldn't wait for the signal any longer and descended upon the food table. She was gobbling, and rudely enough that she was being somewhat distracting. Mostly though people were wondering how someone so small could pack away so much so quickly. Though she did eventually realize she was meant to be a DISTRACTION. She reached behind her and grabbed a number of cards. "Come on out, everyone!" She tossed the cards in the air and a number of odd creatures came out of them like they were pokeballs - though the cards seemed to vanish rather than coming back to her hand empty. There were two Eidolon, one Gremlin, and of course an upright bipedal cat in a red cloak. The odd group landed on the table to join in the rather messy feast. She would have loved to feed Knight, Gargoyle, and Thunderbeak, but... they were a little large for this place. They were also, sadly, a little (a LOT) large for the train. She'd have to take them out after for some fun.

But Najaran for the moment has now fully forgotten there was a plan and is happily eating with her friends. While on the one hand this is a good way to see what Knights are loyal and which are allowing this chaos... on the other hand, someone might want to save her before she's arrested. You know. Again.

On the train - Laundry duty

No one cares who does which chores, so long as they all get done, right? Right! So Najaran is kicked back at a table, eating some yummy cake she found in the dining car - hope that didn't belong to anyone? - while her Eidolon were doing the washing and her Gremlin was running deliveries, and poor Knight was all hunched over, folding. But hey, it beat peeling po-ta-toes? Right?

Zoo

Kenshin really really hates rounding up animals. But that's what he's been asked to do, and he can see why, but...the teenager with a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek grumbles wordlessly to himself even as he scrambles around to work with people who are still strangers in rounding the creatures up. He gets a bit too close to one with horns and leaps away with a sharp breath of alarm.

"Hey!" He calls down to his current partner. "I thought I told you to secure that pen!"

This little rural former farmboy might be getting too involved in the game. Help?

Dressing Up

The boy (because he really does look 12, maybe 13 instead of his 16 years) is standing with a very strange (to him) outfit held up and a grimace of confusion clear. "Maybe...just like the strange clothes I've been wearing?" He mutters to himself, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves.

Stupid, this isn't really a battle, right? Except, it kind of is. Another undercover-type deal. He squares his shoulders, lips turning just a bit further down, shying from the immediate connection to Her. He shakes himself and sets to struggling into the clothes.

Someone should really help him with his long red hair...

Wildcard Have at!

"Need a hand?" The very-definitely male voice is coming from what looks remarkably like a well-dressed young lady in a red evening gown.

Dressing Up

"Ugh, I thought I'd left the formal court robes behind in Armenolos!" He looks like an elf - but not quite. There's something a little off. A little more solidly built, perhaps. A bit less... glow-y. (Perhaps it's the faintest hint of grey in his hair, or the suggestion of laugh-lines in the corner of his eyes). But he seems very used to the clothing, rifling quickly and efficiently through the racks of clothes to find things that fit.

"Hm. What do you think of this overrobe - too much with the crown? I can always leave the crown behind... "

He'd prefer to, really.

Courtly Chaos - Two

He moves through the chaos as if born to it (because he is, in many ways, trained in youth and young adulthood in both the old formal Noldorin court manners, as well as the more fluid Sindarin ones), smiling and charming, but with a soldier's gait and gaze, asessing. He dances with the ladies and makes small talk with the men, and those sea-grey eyes miss absolutely nothing, despite the rakish grin on his face.

"Would the lady like a dance?" He'll offer to anyone who looks like they might be a little lonely. Or, "Could I fetch you a drink?"

Wildcard me

Edited 2019-09-13 15:41 (UTC)

Crisis On....

It was virtual reality; which meant that her Projective Empathy might or might not work on the animals. Fortunately she had other ways of helping even if she couldn't necessarily keep the Virtual animals and people Calm.

Floating from escaped animal to escape animal, and cornering them then herding them back to their enclosures with dark-energy. Gentle, but firm--and if need be she wasn't above picking them up and bodily placing them back where they should be. Likewise she used her dark energy to reinforce the enclosures while someone else fortified it.

It was damage control, when really she'd rather be *finding* the person responsible, but it was also her first time in this type of 'game' and situation. If nothing else, it would be a good occasion to learn to work with her new 'team-mates'. Even if she kept to herself more and focused on the business at hand.

Dressing Up

Infiltration and blending in. Great. Raven sighed, as her normal cloak would likely stand out even with any of the outfits provided. Still, her plan was to stick to the shadows and outskirts of the crowds and keep her eyes and senses open. Which meant she needed to blend in enough to not stand out more than she already would with her hair, skin, and forehead-gem.

It was a fancy party right? Pawing through the various clothing options, looking for a dress that was cut simply but that could be dressed up with a scarf or accessories. One that would also allow her to move if she needed to. Raven also tried to find one that would coordinate with herself--'exotic' enough that she wouldn't look like she was wearing a costume per se, but not so much so that she'd be uncomfortable.

Dressing up.

Naja was going through the clothes as well. NONE of it looked like the type of clothing she was used to. She held up a huge skirted ball gown with way too many buttons down the back and stared at it. And just... STARED AT IT.

"How in the world does someone even put this ON?" No. Wait. Bigger question. "How in the world does anyone eat when the stomach of the dress is this small?!" At least taking it off would be easy, she would tear the thing to shreds just by moving, she was sure.

Amu was going through the clothes as well, sighing. She looked utterly and completely bored. Internally she was squeeing and freaking out and losing her mind over how cool these all were. This was mostly represented by her three charas floating around and pulling at different outfits and exclaiming.

"Amu! AMU! How about this?" the pink one, Ran asked.

Amu walked over and lifted the hanger Ran was sitting on. The dress was pink with a short pleated skirt and a metric ton of frills. There was much internal screaming and giddiness, but she shook her head. "No way, too embarrassing."

"What about this?" Miki asked.

Amu went and checked that dress out. It was a blue dress with non-attached sleeves and a long loose skirt. It had a motif of playing card suits subtly throughout and had a nice shimmer to it that caught the light when it moved. Amu opened her mouth to speak when the third chara spoke up.

"What about this one, Amu-chan?"

Still holding the blue dress Amu went to where Su was. She lifted that dress. Green. Ridiculously floofy. Lederhosen. "SU!!!!! No! Ew." She shoved that one back on the rack, refusing to admit even to herself it was... kind of cool. Kind of. "I'll go with this one." she said, meaning the blue dress.

"Great! And I found this great one for the purple girl!"

"What purple girl... Nadeshiko?"

"the girl looking at dresses over there," Miki said.

"There is someone else here? Who just heard me talking to... who is still...." Someone is BRIGHT pink now, just about matches her hair as she tries to hide IN one of the racks of dresses.

Edited (HTML) 2019-09-13 20:18 (UTC)

"If you find anything worth wearing, let me know. We're not gonna be able to stay on the train, otherwise I'd be all for skipping this mission."

Don't mind Gwen. She's not a fan of dresses. Or dressing up. She's much more a jeans and t-shirt, punk-rock attire girl. The last mission they went on, they'd dressed up like D&D characters and that had been fun.

But this? This was not for her. She deeply disliked it.

Kenshin blinks, distracted from his confusion.

Only to do a double-take and shake his head to try to clear it. Nope. Still looking at a lady...who doesn't feel like a lady. Or sound like one. An illusion?

"Uhm...Y-yes?"

It wasn't like when Tomoe first woke in Duplicity. There was no grogginess and no fuzzy-headed confusion. No, she became aware with a start and a strangled cry, eyes flying wide as she reached to claw at a ligature around her throat that was no longer there. It took her several long seconds to realize that she was no longer choking and that she was breathing perfectly fine, despite the terrible pain at her throat. It was then that she realized that she didn’t recognize her surroundings--she was no longer in North Park nor was she dressed in her own clothing. She stared forward at a train she was unfamiliar with--not the train that ran between the Up and the Down. She turned, looking around her, hand at her throat as the air wheezed through her abused windpipe, but there was no one else there.

What had just happened? Someone had attacked her--strangled her. She had pretty much been dead, she was sure of it. Her already scattered thoughts were completely derailed by the train’s horn sounding loud and long. She turned about again, seeing nothing that told her anything--aside from a the ticket in her hand. Was this another game by LIES? The same as the entire city shifting to Al Danahab or the arrival of the floating hotel… The horn sounded again and she turned back to the train. Should she board? She wasn’t sure. So much could go wrong so easily… had already gone wrong every time the setting had changed--and yet the longer she waited the more unease entered into her. There was a bag at her feet--hers? It must be. She paused a few more moments until her nerves couldn’t take it anymore. One hand still held protectively over her throat she leaned down to grab the bag and rushed forward through the doorway and onto the train, immediately feeling the unease lessen once she was aboard.

It doesn’t take her long to notice one very significant detail: everyone on the train is a Dominant. No matter how many people she sees, she doesn’t see a single submissive mark. Had she wound up in the wrong place? Was there a car somewhere on the train where the submissives had all been herded? If that was the case why hadn’t any of the Dominants she’d passed tried to force her that way…? unless they were all LIERs… regardless of designation most LIERs did not readily play along with Duplicity’s games… even so, it was insane that she had not seen a single other submissive by now. There had always seemed to be more submissives than Dominants in Duplicity…

She had slowly moved through each of the cars--at least the lower levels and corridors of them--until she’d gone as far forward as she was able to go. Still with no answers… but at the very least there didn’t seem to be anything untoward going on with the themes of the train. She had truthfully expected to walk in on scenes she wanted no part of.

Network… That was one thing that remained constant at all times no matter what shift the environment took on. The devices were always constant. She had reached the locked off engine car and doubled back through the stores and dining car, pausing in the following car, dropping the bag to the floor before patting herself down, feeling through any pockets she could find for the “phone”. Nothing. She knelt down to the bag, opening it and rifling through the contents that she didn’t recognize with no sign it. That didn’t make any sense. That was how LIES tracked them. How they spied on them. They wanted all LIERs to have it on them at all times, it didn’t make sense for it to be missing. The one single recognizable thing in the bag was her journal…

Her journal… with the proof of all that had been taken from her inside it… She’d forgotten again… with the attack and the setting change she’d forgotten all of the gaping holes. She dropped the book back into the bag, her hand coming up to cover her mouth, her mind spinning and trying to make sense of everything, but there was just too much. Too much information and too many holes between what she did have. She almost laughed then, at all of it. Instead she shifted, her back hitting the wall before sliding down the rest of the way to the floor, not caring that she was in the way of anyone trying to pass through.

Edited 2019-09-14 04:34 (UTC)

He could hear someone ahead rifling through a bag, but didn't think anything of it until the person slides down to the ground and he finds they're blocking his path. It's bad enough to be stuck on a loud, smelly mechanical thing with low ceilings and narrow pathways, and to not even have familiar clothing- more an annoyance than anything more, but it's just one more thing to deal with.

Kenshin has his hair pulled up in the usual high tail, and while he doesn't have his own pack on him, his sword is still present. It's the one thing he seemed to be allowed. He wasn't about to just leave it somewhere. The clothes are more reminiscent of the peasant outfit he'd grown up in, and what he'd worn in hiding with- he shies from those lighter days.

Then freezes when he finally sees who it is he's been hearing, his breath stops. His heart almost follows. Then he grits his teeth, hands balling into fists. "Another hallucination?" It's the only thing his young mind can come up with, and it fills him with a bitter longing.

Easier than to let the tears of his soul fall. The second slash of the scar on his cheek is still quite fresh. Maybe a month, maybe two old.

Elrond steps up behind his brother, adjusting his own robes.

"You are not king here, 'Ros. Leave it."

Not to mention it's easier to ignore the fact his brother is Mortal now, with his short hair and the grey. Easier, but he'll never forget it. Even without the fact for him, Elros has been dead for...a while already.

"I will leave my circlet behind if it makes you feel better."

Kenshin gets a casual grin and the not-a-lady comes over.

"Hm. That dress won't work for your frame. You want something more like... here, try this one. Good thing you've got long hair already, we can probably do something with that. Have you ever walked with heels before?"

He tries so very hard not to squeak, but it comes out anyway as he looks at what he's holding. "This is not a dress!" Aaand cue vocal chords going up an octave or three at the protest.

And already pale cheeks flushing, almost as red as his hair. ~~Curse his easily flustered nature!~~

"No!" Who would ask such a thing?!?!?!

"Of all the things they give me, they have to give me the crown?" He grumbles and happily tosses the winged crown of Numenor onto a rack. "At least the Elessar would be useful. And the Ring of Barahir is less ostentatious."

He grins at his brother. "You hate your circlet though."

"Sure it is! Well, it's what passes for one here."

Oh gosh this guy is young if his voice still does that - he'd thought him older but... he's gotta be around the same age!

"Didn't think so - alright, we'll need a full length skirt then, to hide your normal shoes! Hm. We'll need a way to ... pad your front a bit too. Gotta disguise those shoulders of yours."

"They had to be able to tell us apart somehow," he responds serenely and fusses with his brother's clothes. Mostly just because he can.

Elrond raises a brow and sets his circlet down beside the crown with a lot more care than Elros. "Your point being?" When has that ever stopped him from doing his duty?

"I thought we were easy to tell apart now." He says gently, and lets Elrond fuss, for he can feel how it soothes his brother to do so.

"So you leaving the circlet has nothing to do with you hating it then?" He raises a teasing eyebrow at Elrond.

Younger than he should have been to fight how he does, but that's never stopped him. Don't you test him either!

"You use words I do not understand," he growls, trying to hide some of his embarrassment. Failing miserably of course, because his blush refuses to go away.

"What's wrong with a man's clothing?!"

Chill dude, he dances over rooftops and steals things and he's the same age, they're cool.

"Nothing, normally! But you're gonna want to bring weapons by the look of you, and there's nothing like a full length skirt to hide all sorts of things. Also, it'll be easier for you to blend."

Kaito measures a dress against him and nods. "Here, use this one, it'll set off your color nicely. No one ever bothers to look closely at the pretty girl, after all!"

It does help. One last smoothing and he forces himself to drop his hands. He knows Elros isn't fooled, but that's ok. "Easier now, I suppose," he reluctantly allows.

"I have worn it long enough to be used to it, and have let go of the hatred of it I once held." So there! One of them had to have grown up~

"Are you jealous because it's now obvious I'm the handsome one?" Elros' teases are gentle, coaxing.

"Ah, so the quickness with which you set it aside was my imagination then?"

What is this growing up of which you speak.

They both do the dancing/running over rooftop thing. They'll be cool ;)

Kenshin scowls darkly, biting back more retorts and complaints as he thinks. Pride aside...The fact he often already gets mistaken for a girl at times...And the logic the other's using on him...

He huffs out a resigned breath and nods. "Fine." Because he really really wants to keep his sword with him. He doesn't plan on talking, after all.

He sniffs at his brother, just because, gladly rising to the bait. "Grey hair does not equate to more handsome."

Elrond doesn't let himself roll his eyes, though he does reach up to tug on a lock of Elros' greying hair.

"I made a promise. I am not of the habit of breaking such promises. And I have long known you to fantasy."

Not you, brother dear~

"My wife thinks it does" He retorts, waggling his eyebrows at his twin.

"Hm, you say that, 'Rond, and yet I still feel you are enjoying not wearing it!"

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Test Drive Meme 004

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Kenshin Himura | Rurouni Kenshin

Dressing up because... this is Kaito, and yes XD

Elros Tar-Minyatur | Tolkien's Silmarillion

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Dressing up

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