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voidtreckerooc2021-05-17 05:57 am
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Test Drive Meme 024
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!
Crisis On… A fairground
The train has a game carriage and the VR video games are always 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.
How hard can running a fairground me? Well very hard when so much has gone wrong. Is it sabotage? Is it bad luck? Shoddy engineering? No mater what it is the important thing is rides are breaking, people are in danger, there’s temperature fluctuations in the fun house and the banshee in the ghost house won’t stop screaming. This is perhaps one of the more light hearted scenario’s in Crisis On but brings it’s own level of stress. Good luck keeping everyone safe and pacifying those angry guests.
Jam Session
Downstairs in the music carriage there are a variety of instruments. Mostly smaller instruments (a guitar is the largest instrument there). There are a couple of each type. There is however an entire box of recorders, another box of panpipes and a box of mixed small percussion instruments (symbols, shakers etc). There are music stands small stools to sit on are stacked along the wall. There are folders of various sheet music as well as some ‘learn to play’ books.
When there is only one practice room well then it is the perfect time to learn to play together. No matter the skill level, instrument or music preference. Playing music together is a good team bonding activity after all.
Or perhaps everyone is just playing their own thing, descending into chaos.
Jungle Heights
The latest mission has taken them to a vast jungle, where people live high in the trees. There has been an influx of tree dwelling creatures with sharp teeth, sharper claws and a love of destruction. To make things better the forest floor is not safe, damp and marshy many creatures lurk there ready to bite at ankles and it is home to a root, the sap of which burns.Team One
Treetop fighting is an acquired skill and one the voidtreckers are having to learn quickly. Swing on vine ropes and tangle with monsters. Quick movement and quicker thinking is needed to take down the creatures in terrain they are naturals at traversing.Team Two
People here live on platforms in the trees, with bridges and walkways connecting them. Fend off the creatures and chase them away from peoples homes. At least there is slightly solider ground beneath their feet, but they must be careful not to fall to the jungle floor beneath.Team Three
Many of the people here are not fighters and they need help to get somewhere safer. It's a tough journey through the forest, especially when they leave the bridges and platforms of the village behind. Children may need carried and climbing from one tree to another is difficult even with sturdy branches to walk along.
They must be careful to stay in the trees, avoid getting too close to the forest floor but do not get too high, lest they attract the creatures.
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Um! Do you want me to show you around? I mean, obviously you found the game room pretty quick, but you should at least know where to get food.
(jeremy is speaking ic for his own reasons and not with ooc knowledge)
Yeah. Yeah! Sounds good. I mean I obviously won't be here long-term, but I could go for some Cheetos or something. Is this place 420-friendly?
[ Because nerves. ]
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[Jeremy's a skinny little bastard anyways. He could use some extra calories. The question makes him laugh and shake his head.]
I mean, we could always check for weed in the medical car, but I haven't asked about it. Been a little too busy to think about weed. Not to mention it'd probably fuck up my lungs more.
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[ For the first time, Jeremy seems to look Rich over - not judging, only checking what shape he's in. ]
They didn't just... yank you out of the hospital without something to help you heal up, right? You're not still, um, in a shit-ton of pain? While you're doing adventures and stuff?
[ Rich said he's been here for months, and he seems to be moving around just fine. But he's been healed somehow, why would he worry about the smoke? ]
And the, the therapy thing, that's important too. You didn't get kidnapped before you got discharged?
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[Rich is definitely avoiding eye contact with Jeremy now, the tables quickly turned against him.]
I was lucky some of the passengers found me and helped me to the medical car. They had some insta-heal potions or something, and apparently, I was in rough enough shape for them to agree to use one.
[He rubs one arm awkwardly, feeling the swirls of distorted skin there.]
I mean, I'm still scarred up, but it doesn't hurt too bad most of the time. Therapy is... I don't know. I'm working on it. Trying to remember what I learned before I got dropped here. The library has some books too that helped. And the medical bay has some meds I can use.
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[ Jeremy pats himself down as if he can will some note from therapy into his pockets on command. ]
[ It's not a topic Jeremy feels comfortable to give advice about. He's never entirely understood Rich's reasoning, although he's been a listening ear on the rare occasions that Rich opens up. Jeremy does know Rich's feelings well enough - they used to be synced up to each other, after all - but how is he supposed to broach that with words to a Rich stuck from the past? ]
Is that something you wanna talk about...?
I'm used to you being the expert on this stuff, not me, so I don't think I can actually - well - because the SQUIP was - um, not your fault? You know that already, sorry, but like, no one blames you in the future except for yourself and I think you're a lot better about that now than you used to be.
[ Maaaybe that's too personal too fast and Jeremy should shut up now. ]
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[He has friends here. He's not alone, even when he starts spiraling, is he? Sure, he's still working on actually believing them, but... who is he to complain?
He wants to tell Jeremy that much, but the guy looks at him like they just saw a blind puppy get hit by a truck. Or like Rich is the blind puppy. It's unclear. All Rich knows is it makes his stomach twist with shame and discomfort.]
I don't need to talk about it. I... It's fine.
[It's not. It's getting worse the more Jeremy speaks. Rich can't believe he can say that the SQUIP wasn't his fault, when the proof to the contrary is right in front of him. He can feel his muscles tense up, some fight or flight instinct kicking in, which is bullshit, because he knows the skinny brat in front of him isn't a threat, and-
He realizes then that his mouth was open, about to unleash a tirade of vitriol at anyone and everyone who was stupid enough to get near him, and he clamps down on it hard enough to bite his tongue.]
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Rich...
[ "It gets better" seems too hollow. Normally Jeremy would reach out, but with how tightly wound Rich's muscles are, he might just snap on instinct. Jeremy keeps his body language carefully neutral and open without moving. ]
We all did bad things with the SQUIP. None of us fought it as much as you did. We all forgave you a long time ago. You're not - you don't need to stay in that house anymore. In the future, you're a lot safer than you used to be.
[ After a pause, Jeremy remembers. Some of the SQUIP's lessons weren't actually bullshit. Some were just about how to communicate with other people in a way Jeremy can't do naturally. Jeremy's voice gets quiet like he's telling a secret. ]
Have you talked to me yet about my SQUIP? Keanu Reeves. Coolest guy on the planet, everything I wished I could be. He told me how ugly and stupid and annoying I was and how I could change to be someone entirely different. How I could get everyone else in class to change the same way I had. He optic-blocked Michael so I wouldn't talk to anyone uncool, he had me try to sleep my way up the social ladder, he had total control over what I wore and what I said and what I felt and he... tucked me in and helped me with homework and spent time with me when I was lonely and told me I had worth.
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You guys only had it for so long. A couple months at most. I had it for years... I should have fought a lot quicker. And then none of you would have had to-
[His protests die on his lips, eyes a little wide as he realizes what Jeremy is talking about. He had almost forgotten about his blunt little admission, about the few hushed game nights he and Jeremy had together. He didn't think Jeremy remembered about his dad. He thought by that point, he'd had enough on his plate to worry about than some ex-bully's shitty home life.
It shocks him enough that he's silent while Jeremy explains about his SQUIP. He hadn't heard about this, or at least, not much. They'd laughed about the forms the SQUIP had deemed 'cool,' but not about how it used them. Not about how it was so willing to present itself as anything its host needed to be manipulated into its plans. Not about how it found lonely, isolated kids, and gave them the family they always wanted.
He can feel his eyes starting to water, and he gives a stubborn sniff, still cowering backwards.]
...Mine did the same things. It was so, so fucking awful, but once in a while it was nice enough that- that I didn't wanna disappoint her.
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[ And he's definitely not gonna point out the wetness in Rich's eyes. He's more absorbed in making sure his body language is right. His spine is nice and straight as Rich answers until, halfway through, he seems to realize it and forces himself to hunch a little again. ]
See? That's exactly it. "Once in a while." That's why you're on this train, Rich. It took you years and... just so much goddamn fighting that no one else even knew about. [ He smiles sadly at the ground. ] It wasn't once in a while for me. It took, like, days for me to decide to go all-in. The SQUIP was the reason I got up in the morning. He was making me a better person. So that justified everything.
[ He shakes his head. ] I didn't question anything. You survived years of brainwashing and you still turned out... y'know. A good person.
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Maybe... But I mean, it's just fighting against some stupid supercomputer in my brain. It's not a real brawl or anything... it's not something someone would look at and be like, "That one. That kid's a real hero, perfect to be drafted in an interdimensional war!"
[He points and puts on a gruff voice, hoping somehow, the stupid impression might distract from the idea that Jeremy, a victim of Rich's, actually told him he was worth something.]
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Um. [ He laughs awkwardly. ] No. I mean, if anything, I thought they only pick super-soldiers out of either the best of the best or the opposite, with someone who got blown up and nearly diiiiiiiiiI think that you're stronger than most adults! Psychological warfare! That's a real thing! [ He's proud of that recovery. ] Your brain is, like, the hardest place to fight something. Plus you're strong and cool and charismatic and everything so, yeah, good choice. Although not to, um, take a political stance on interdimensional, uh, UN meetings.
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[He gives a wry half-smile, already aware Jeremy is probably mortified by his slip up and trying his best to help the situation with a likely too blunt joke.]
It's nice of you to try to pump me up, dude. I just don't know if my uh, unique skills will matter much when we're fighting big demons or whatever. Even when it's something mental, I mean, I can fight it off, but then it's not like I can use that to help someone else...
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I'm, personally, not worried about you helping someone else right now. Help me, I mean, by taking care of yourself.
[ He stops for a second, standing up and putting his hands on Rich's shoulders firmly. ]
Listen Rich. Don't believe in yourself.
[ When he talks, it's his firm and clear acting voice - which is easy, since he doesn't have to come up with the words to the quote himself. But he's grinning, cocky and proud. ]
Believe in the me who believes in you!
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[He's cut off by the sudden physical contact, and he dimly notes his Jeremy wasn't nearly this comfortable touching him. He would have expected Jeremy to flinch away from Rich's body entirely, but... he's grabbing him like it's just a normal thing he does.
What happened in the months Rich hasn't lived yet?]
...You did not just anime meme at me, you absolute weeb.
[It at least gets the smallest snort out of him, and a bigger grin.]
might be a good time to wrap up unless you want jer for something
[ Jeremy claps Rich on the shoulder again, cautious at first of the old burns. Then on impulse, he wraps his arms around Rich in a tight hug. ]
[ It kinda sounds like Rich needs it. ]
Seriously. Take care of yourself if you're gonna keep playing the big damn hero.
no, this works! thank you for the adorable thread <3
[He's cut off when he's suddenly tugged forward into a hug, and for several moments, he flounders, frozen in place by his indecision.
But Jeremy is right that he needs it, which is why he eventually returns the hug, squeezing his new (old?) friend tight.]
I'll try to. I wish I could just go home but... I'll keep fighting 'til I do.