Test Drive Meme 025

[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!

Crisis on... A beach

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.

Just another day at the beach. Until it isn't. Lost children, stranded surfers and sea life attacks. Help direct life guards, reunite families and clear the dangerous parts of the beach all while working together.

Hygroscaping

The garden carriage is usually a serene space, pebbled stretches and paved paths leading in meandering paths around a central fountain, glass arching overhead. Usually. Today, the fountain and its artfully-sculpted streams have been the target of some passenger project or another. Water has been gushing out since the morning alarm. Within an hour, the carriage is flooded.


Oh, there have been some attempts at fixing it over the day. Eventually gunk blocks most of the pipes; barriers keep the water away from the doors on either end of the room; even the few plants in the carriage are surrounded by bubbles of air or sealed tubs... But unavoidably, the garden carriage is now a glorified fish tank. All it needs is some aquatic inhabitants.

A Lost Heir

The world of Bire was once a paradise of innovation and invention; the three Bastions worked together to build a perfect society atop machinery and military might. Then the Second Bastion fell. As the Voidtrecker Express arrives on Bire, the First and Third Bastions have long blamed each other, caught in a cold war with the ferocity of two starving wolves standing over a carcass. The Second Bastion is a wasteland, spotted by mercenary companies and refugee settlements.


Amidst all this, the Second's heir rises, but they need your help.

Team One

The heir of the Second Bastion is the only being with the genetic signature needed to open the great vaults of the territory, and without the contents of those vaults, their people stand no chance of recovering. Seed banks, rare materials, wealth... and the loyal armies bred in the Second Bastion's deep gene wells, slumbering for centuries. The team are tasked with first finding the heir amongst the refugees, and then guiding them into the first of the vaults.

Team Two

The spiked, bloodied airships of the mercenaries roam the wastes, hunting for prey. Once the proud regiments of the Second Bastion, they were driven mad by the great catastrophe that marked the fall of their territory and now slaughter their own people in an undying rage. No cure for the rage is known - the only solution if an airship reaches you is to fight for your life. This team's focus is to protect the other teams and the refugees both from the marauders. The First Bastion has donated some skirmish ships to the cause, though they aren't in the best repair...

Team Three

If the Second Bastion is to recover - and for the good of Bire, it must - then her sister Bastions must put aside their animosity. It won't be easy. The cause for the catastrophe is unknown... supposedly. This team is split into two groups, one sent to each Bastion, and their role is to gather information. And, with or without that information, to broker peace between the Bastions. The First is a sweeping territory of white curves and natural groves, with a love of music and singing. Their holographic software is unrivalled. The Third is a sturdy place of towering buildings and flooded streets. Most of the territory is underwater, but that doesn't stop the grind of industry.

Comments

Jonathan Sims | The Magnus Archives

[eyediot]

Hydroscaping

[A small man with short dark hair that looks like he hasn't slept in many days stands at the entrance of the carriage. He looks fairly confused by the whole mess here; he made it in a few steps before stopping when he realized it.

He's looking down at his feet.]

Right, because that is what I needed. Wet shoes. Great.

[After some time he gives up trying to make it through the carriage and stands back at the door, leaning against it so he can take one shoe off at a time and dump the water out of each.]

Library

Hm.

[Nice and dried now, Jon is wandering the aisles of the downstairs portion with sharp eyes. He has a few books in his hand, but not many.

It's upstairs when he really gets a keen look.]

Suppose I could just Know it all but there's always the old fashioned way.

[He sounds pretty excited about that fact. After some time, he can be seen sitting at the table with a pile of whatever books he could gather up, avidly reading through them all right there.]

Quiet Carriage

[On basically any morning, some unlucky passenger may open the door to one of the quiet rooms and find Jon there, hunched over his SCA reading something aloud. A spooky story, to be sure, but something about that voice keeps them rooted there, not able to leave and kept listening until he's done. At least it's a nice English voice, someone could probably fall asleep to it in other circumstances.

But when he's done, he seems refreshed and whoever happened to walk in on him reading can leave if they want.]

That'll do for now, I suppose. [Yeah he hasn't noticed if anyone's there yet.]

Library

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Looks like someone else sought out the comfort of the library. It's a bit hard to fully focus on him at first, and then -

There's someone familiar with dull roan hair in a chilly, threadbare jumper at one of the library tables. He's exhausted, as evidenced by the way he's passed out over the book he was reading. ]

Hydroscaping

[wewillwewill]

[Elidibus is there having just added a barrier of his own to the effort that keeps the tide contained so to speak. But he had also noticed the water still present in the current path and has taken it on himself to begin cleaning it up. Not fast enough perhaps. Or rather...]

Have you come to render aid?

[Sleep-deprived or not as the newcomer may seem, he's still a second pair of hands and there are plenty of buckets, pumps, mops and towels just begging to be used.

Though Jon will be getting a rather narrow-eye Look if he tries to dump his water-filled shoes out on the ground again.]

Marik Ishtar (child) | Yu-Gi-Oh!

[babyback]

[ Crisis....On? ]

Whoooaaaa!!



[ Amid the nonstop chaos of one pending disaster after another: a wide-eyed child. He'd put on the weird hat and suddenly he's somewhere else entirely! That's amazing! And there's so much WATER!

What's more, there's something in the water! Marik runs towards it, gesturing to the nearest person. ]

Look, look! What is that? Is it an animal? I've never seen anything like it before!

[ And he happily dashes...towards the shark fin. ]

[ No Thoughts Head Voidy ]



Nn....

[ Marik has his forehead pressed against the window of one of the Voidtrecker Express's passenger cars. The void kind of hurts his eyes, but he likes all the bright swirly things. And he had gotten curious how far it goes, and whether he could figure it out.

So now he has been staring at the void for far too long. His eyes are starting to cross, and his body is slumping. But he still doesn't blink.

There's...there's something out there...isn't...there...? ]

[ A Lost Heir, Team One ]

[ Was secrecy a top priority of this mission? Whoops. Somebody missed the memo, because a small child who had tagged along out of curiosity....is now throwing a hissy fit. ]

I don't WANT to go!!

[ The refugees clustered in this group of infiltrators look at each other, wary, weary. Too much noise. Won't a guard come? ]



Nobody said we'd be going underground! I'm never going underground again and YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!

[ "What was that?" asks a voice from around a bend.... ]

[Lost Heir]

[arcane_mystic]

[Look- at least Marik happened to be on the same team with someone else that had dubious stealth skills and more than an ounce of compassion to spread around. She popped in front of the frightened child with a flourish, as she extended her wand outwards.

The tip of it turned into a bouquet of lotus blooms, and Dark magician girl ended up scratching her cheek sheepishly over that one]

Well... that's not how that spell was supposed to work..

[But still she offered it to the boy, when she kneeled down to his level engaging in the rare activity of landing on the ground beforehand]

Hey big guy, what's up? I'm not a big fan of tight enclosed spaces either... [Though she couldn't entirely remember why the cheerfulness of a sun was more appreciated than the dingyness of of say... a tomb] .. maybe we can find some other way to help?

No thoughts, head voidy

[hotheadwarmheart]

[How long has this kid been staring out the window at the Void? Too long, it looks like. Lea puts a hand on his should to pull him gently away from the window.]

That's enough window staring for you, I think.

SHARKS...

[luckydragonsfoot]

Nyh- oh, tha's prob'bly-

[It takes him about that many seconds before his brain catches up to what that is, and he hurriedly rushes over and grabs the back of the kid's shirt.] NNNNNOPE! NOT GOIN' AFTER THAT, BIG DANGER, DEF'NITELY NOT!

[AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA]

Ishizu Ishtar | Yu-Gi-Oh! | help me decide, voidtrain: which sib?

[prophesis]

[ Hydroscaping ]

Do not proceed.

[ Ishizu is walking away from the garden car, one hand lightly touching her golden necklace. She bows her head, serene in her certainty. ]



The future beyond this path is murky. Turn away, or it shall submerge you.

[ Card Games On Voidercycles ]

[ Ishizu is no stranger to passing long periods of time with nothing to do. She doesn't mind it - finds it peaceful, even.

Yet she also understands she is here to be part of a collaborative activity, and must therefore socialize. It's a fortunate coincidence the gaming car already happens to feature Duel Monsters. She has put together a semblance of her usual deck and now sits at a table in said car, facing an opponent. Who had probably thought they had the upper hand until like three turns ago and now they are getting Absolutely Shut Down. ]



Trap card, activate. "Null and Void". The card you've drawn is sent to the Graveyard.

[ This is the second turn in a row where she has not let the opponent draw. Her expression remains placid, but she is sitting, perhaps, slightly taller than even her usual mien.

No, you can't beat her poker face. ]

[ A Lost Heir - Team Two ]

To the left!

[ Ishizu is not a combatant, but she stands proud in front of a cluster of refugees, speaking into her SCA. Her instructions for avoiding enemy fire have been, to this point, absolutely flawless. ]

Two ships approach from the west. Their pilots will attempt to leap out and crash their vessels to cause an avalanche. Intercept them in midair.

[ At her side, a refugee child begins to cry. Ishizu pauses, focusing on something only she can hear (or perhaps see), then bends down to smile at the child. ]

Have no fear. The brave people of the Voidtrecker Express are fighting for you. They will not let more harm befall your family.

[ The child swallows, considers this, and gloms onto Ishizu's leg. Ishizu blinks, then puts a hand on the child's shoulder.



She looks, for a moment, unspeakably sad. ]

hydroscaping

[blue_ice]

[ Right, this vision nonsense. Over the course of his time here, Kaiba's had more time to adjust to it with Jonouchi's constant warnings. But he still has to ask. ]

What now, did the angry book stage a rebellion again?

Nappa | DBZ (oh god)

[model_face]

Crisis

[Typically this sort of thing wouldn't seem to be his type of thing. The large built 6'10" man that looks like he'd be more at home in the middle of a battlefield. Though it's... funny in a way, as he seems to be rather calm despite the chaos going on around them in this whole scenario.

A low huff escapes from his lips before shifting to his full height, casually rolling his shoulders.]

Seems easy enough to get this under control. [Though he's immediately looking at the people that are around him.]

What are you good at? [At least he's to the point.]

Team two

[He doesn't need ships to be able to fly. And this is exactly the type of environment he's very much comfortable in. The bloodied and war mongering types aren't at all a problem for him. As, uh, might be evident by one going after a particular group that is immediately being run through by his large frame that is just tearing through the ship itself and ripping it apart.

Oh.

Well.

He doesn't seem particularly bothered as the ship goes down, glancing towards the people it'd been going after and shrugging slowly.]

Might want to get moving before more come around! [Not that he particularly cares, given it's just more fun for him.]

You'd think with ships they'd be a little more difficult to deal with.

Wildcard???

[Got other ideas? Just go ahead and hit me or PM me with your ideaaaas.]

Team two

[renegadeprince]

[While this option really was the best choice for Vegeta out of the teams, the main reason he's there is really to keep an eye on a certain someone. He doesn't doubt Nappa's ability to tear through most enemies they would come across, it's making sure he keeps his destruction to these opponents and this location. He knows how bloodthirsty the other Saiyan is, and doesn't trust him for a second to not go off and find 'more fun' to have. It's also strangely nostalgic to be back like this again, Vegeta for the most watching Nappa tear through the ships, either on purpose or because they had ran into him.

Vegeta's not sure if that's a good thing or not...]

I imagine they weren't expecting to come up against the likes of us when they constructed their ships. [Then back to the main reason he's baby-sitting Nappa,] Make sure not to allow the debris to head towards the other teams. I don't want to have to clean up any mess you make. [Vegeta will though if he notices anything flying towards the rest of the teams or refugees, a blast of ki here and there would do enough to destroy any fallen objects heading back down to the ground.]

Madam Lan | the Untamed

[madamlan]

Hydroscaping
[This is...not what she was expecting in such a carriage. She frowns deeply and tries her hardest to not let her frustration get the better of her. Not an exit. She looks around, trying to shake the water off of her shoes and step back. Another plan. She needs to find a way off of this carriage, off of this train. She'd been freed from the Jingshi but she hadn't expected that it meant being trapped elsewhere]

Are we to swim across this to access the next carriage?

A Lost Heir - Team One
And how exactly were they supposed to find this...heir that was spoken of? She shakes her head. It hadn't been too long ago that she was an entirely capable cultivator. Her gaze sweeps over every refugee she comes across, gathering information where she can so that she could make her way around the wasteland and find where this heir supposedly could be.

They wouldn't be anywhere obvious, that much was certain. And why must the work in teams? She works better alone. Always had, always will. At least they're able to roam around. She entertains the thought of simply running off, escaping these new captors. Yet it seems as if their work is to help others rather than to harm others. She has no bargaining tool to help her here, though that seems to be a good reason to stay with this train and their people.

She hears footfalls behind her and doesn't give any indication that she hears them.

"Whatever you are going to say about working in teams, I work much better alone."

Hydroscaping

[lanxichen]

[ Xichen has mostly relocated his usual perch on the ground with a perch on top of a crate in one corner, when the voice makes his head whip around so hard he almost drops from the narrow seat he's taken. The xiao, which he has almost raised to his lip, drops back down in his lap. He's not playing quite yet, his mouth opening and closing silent for a long moment.

Mother...

She is...

So beautiful, and so young. So very, very young ]

... madam Lan. This carriage is not usually like this - but the paths are now beneath the water. I could carry you across if you so wish.

[ His voice is almost not shaking. ]

Ienzo | Kingdom Hearts

[anxiousbookworm]

Lost Heir, Team 3, Recon
[Research. Ienzo could do this. He'd been apprehensive about this mission until he found he'd been assigned this particular job, quite possibly because he basically lived in the train library anyway. This was nothing new to him.

The music is a bit distracting, but he's spent quite a lot of time coaxing computers into giving him needed information, so this should be fine. He settles in and gets to work. Hopefully there's something they could use.]

Library
[If one goes to the library, they could very likely find Ienzo, either browsing through the shelves with a stack of books in his arms, or at a table with the day's selections spread out in front of him like a buffet. If he's reading for pleasure, he'll just have one book open, but if he's researching, every book on the table will be open to a particular page, and Ienzo will be writing meticulous notes as he reads.

Interrupt him at your own risk, however, he might need to be prodded into leaving in order to eat or sleep. If there are more than five empty cups of tea sitting at the table, he definitely needs at least one of those things.]

Library

[wewillwewill]

[It is Red Team's task this month to field matters like kitchen cleanup. And Elidibus is on the team in question. He's in the library as part of 'dish roundup patrol' and thus on spying Ienzo and his five empty cups he will pause to consider his approach.]

Are you finished with these?

[Yes that should do for a beginning. The Ascian walks up beside Ienzo and is certain to at least be in peripheral vision before indicating the abandoned mugs. An idle glance is given to the books in question. Just what is Ienzo taking such meticulous notes on?]

wei wuxian (rule 63) | the untamed

[giveajar]

A Lost Heir - Team Two
[He hadn't been able to stop the bloodbath in Nevernight City but he could stop the bloodbath here. The Yiling Laozu holds onto Chenqing and plays to draw the beasts away from the refugees and those that were deemed her teammates. Her dark gaze flicks up to watch as the mercenaries turn their attention to her. She stops playing and leaps away from the group of refugees that had cowered under them, raising the weapon to her lips again to draw them further and further away. She can control it. She can. It's a different world but she'll be able to control it, just like she had told Lan Zhan.]

Platform
These weren't her clothes. They're...a lot more uncomfortable than her clothes. She raised her hand to touch at her lips; no blood. Chenqing is still in her grip and that gives her a sense of relief. She looked up at the train and tilted her head to try and read the words.

What a strange thing.

The anger and pain that had torn at her had become somewhat muted as she stepped closer and closer toward the train.

Shige. His face flashed in her mind. The Wen.

Her hand gripped Chenqing even tighter. She just needed to see what sort of place this was. Maybe they'd have answers as to what happened to the amulet and why she was here.

Wildcard!
[OOC: up for anything :)]

platform (turnabout etc)

[cssr]

"That is an awful lot of resentful energy around you - are you all right?"

The woman is dressed in similar uncomfortable clothes but carries on as though they matter not at all, bright and cheerful.

Naoya | Devil Survivor (CRAU)

[crouching_sin]

[A Lost Heir - Team Three]

Naoya is, of course, in the First Bastion. He's found his way into a library of sorts and has managed to veery quickly figure out the coding of the computer. He's typing in lines of code faster than most can probably follow, and after a minute leans back, patting the solid part of the computer. He glances over at the other Passenger near him and nods, smirking.

"Jackpot."


[Training Hall]

It's been a bit since Naoya's trained with a weapon besides magic or his mind. This body is weak and has little in the way of stamina, and training with explosions in a less repairable space seems like a bad idea. He's got a training sword and determination, but his form's a bi sloppy.

Care to help him out?


[Standard Car]

As smart as Naoya is, he makes mistakes sometimes. Right now he's sitting in a seat near the printer, chin in hand as he watches the printer slowly print out a single line per page. Somehow the thing seems to not want to stop even if he hits the power button and he doesn't want to risk trying to hack into it. A small pool of paper is in front of the printer - he'll get it in a minute.

He just has to wait for this damn thing to stop printing.


[Wildcard]

[???]

Standard Car

[prophesis]

"It will take seventeen minutes."

Perhaps Ishizu shouldn't do this; shouldn't approach strangers and tell them things she has foreseen. Time is, itself, of hazy measurability onboard the Voidtrecker Express.

But this is a sight of considerable pathos. She sits opposite Naoya to ease the solitude of his wait. "Pardon my intrusion."

Mordin Solus | Mass Effect

[theverymodel]

Hygroscaping

Mordin looks the garden carriage over and assesses the contents. "Current specimens ill adapted to conditions."

They could replant everything. But it's probably better to find something to do for water situation. Unless they really want to take up hydroponics.

Team One

By all reports, the vaults contain most everything a terraformer might dream of in this situation. The train doesn't have the resources to make up for that.

And this many refugees need something. But also provide a particular challenge. "Would be simpler with genetic analysis tools. Simple cheek swabs."

Team Three

Information. They don't have nearly enough of that. It's impossible to come to the correct conclusion with the tiny amount of data they have available.

"Music useful reason to be here. Could be even more useful. Good way to build solidarity." The arts are a way that many species manage to connect, and these aren't even people from different worlds.

[washibot]

Hydroscaping

Raptor looks at the... She's not sure what planet he's from but honestly, does it matter? He sounds sciency, hopefully not in the horribly unethical universe domineering way.

"Do you need someone to go in there and check the pipes? If you can find some repair gear I was designed not to need to breathe."

Kavinsky | The Raven Cycle

[burnyoudown]

a. The Kitchen

He shouldn't be left in the kitchen unsupervised, all things considered, but he wasn't trying to cook anything at least. He was just putting together a sandwich from whatever he found that looked and smelled good. This wasn't quite his kitchen at home, but to be perfectly honest this place had more food. And probably all of it was fresh, too.

He didn't bother cleaning up, yet, when he finished making his sandwich. Instead, he hopped right up onto the counter to sit there and eat, leaving the mess of things next to him. He'd get to it, even if he looked like he had no intentions of doing so.

b. Music Car

He was upstairs in the music car, draped over the piano bench. And he was asleep there. Yeah. Just crammed onto the bench, legs hanging over the side, sound asleep. He wasn't for very long though. In the time it took someone to approach, his eyes snapped open, but he wasn't moving otherwise. His hands were cupped together over his chest, but for all the world he looked paralyzed. Because he was. It wouldn't last for long, likely just long enough to make someone concerned.

c. Team Three

"How the fuck're we supposed to gather information, exactly? I don't think they were talking about interrogating people." Which would have been easy. Frowned upon, but easy. No, the goal in this Bastion was probably to sweet-talk people to find out information. Not that Kavinsky was bad at that, but he didn't see what he would gain out of this. He knew it was for the greater good and all, but sometimes he just wanted to say fuck the greater good.

d. Music Car Revisited

"At least they've got a decent selection of music," he said to no one in particular, loading up his SCA with every techno song and party or house music he could find. He'd ripped the sleeves off the particular team hoodie he was currently wearing, torn seams carefully trimmed but still frayed. "That and the food's the only shit this place has got right so far."

nie mingjue ( the untamed/cql ) ou

[nieviation]

FISH TANK.

[ Qinghe is not known for its swimming - that's the mantle of Yunmeng Jiang, something that Mingjue had never wished to treat upon. Still, he had found his way to the garden carriage and done his best to make some effort at repair, using his considerable strength to attempt to push things together.

He had not been particularly successful.

Luckily, he had managed to get most of the way out before the flooding had really taken over, dipping away, but it left him in clothes that were drenched and sticking to his rather heavy frame. He does his best to try and get most of it out, lifting his hand to squeeze the hair out of his body, but he's clearly not particularly happy. ]

Hm. [ A little noise as he considers going and getting a change of clothes. ]

A LOST HEIR (TEAM TWO)

[ Fighting is second nature to Mingjue and he takes to it like a duck to water.

The only issue is the rage he can see in their eyes, the sharpness of their features, the way they seem to scream when they come forward. It feels as though it is a little too close to the heart of his own problems for him to be entirely comfortable with it, but he doesn't have much in the realm of a choice. He has to fight them, but all he can see when he lifts his hand to hit or the borrowed blade to slash is a mirror of himself, what Huaisang must see, what Xichen must see -

It's almost too much, but he pushes through.

Luckily all his own emotions aren't quite are mixed with turmoil as they have been in the past and he manages to swallow down his grief and anger, letting it come out in his actions rather than through his qi. When he stops for a break, though, it's clear that he's drained, frustrated and aching. ]

WILDCARD.

( Feel free to PM/DM me for something personally or find Mingjue around the train (platform/gym/garden/etc)! Pick your fancy. )

team two

[lanxichen]

[ Then the next skirmish ship approaches, and with it the soft sound of the xiao which hits marauders like a physical force, spiritual energy charging each note until it's a weapon on its own.

Xichen doesn't fly on his sword, but he does leap from the railing of the approaching ship, landing lightly next to the man wielding Baxia

... then the notes pause for a moment, dark eyes taking Nie Mingjue in. Wide, but not with alarm - many, many other things, instead. He doesn't question if the man is in control, merely nods, and sets out to push the marauders back. Enough that they can decide whether to retreat for a little while, or press on, at least.

Eventually, he falls back, white robes settling around him, eyes on the deck. ]

Da ge.

Satoru "Blue" Ōkido | Pokémon (AU, live action (with Eva's player blessing))

[administreetion]

Hydroscaping
[There's an amused snort despite the scowl plastered on his face, not the way Satoru wants to start a day but he just can't help but be amused at it. Used to Weird things happening, weird things that would be more or less normal for him.]

Too bad you're not a Shawāzu*, you'd love this. [A shake of his head with yet another, less amused, snort as he taps his pocket with Shirayuki's ball in it.] Might as well clean this mess up, before it gets worse.

[Very Much in a complaining and mildly annoyed tone.]

Standard or Library Car
[Satoru has begun to get his bearings and adjust to life on board, especially being away from all the chaos that took place before he arrived, chaos he'd rather not think about. Catch him reading, face shoved all the way into a book or two with a hot drink gone cold, or nervously scratching a critter that he's not yet ready to fully accept but is giving her attention regardless.]

Wildcard
[What it says on the tin]

(OOC: *Vaporeon)

Hydroscaping

[mtsilver_conquor]

Mmm. Her and Tanknator both. [She has four pokemon and not one of them is really helpful in this. Fate really is a fox.] Still, let's do this. The sooner the better and the last thing we need is a slosh of water all over the train.

[It's far more a resigned sigh as Eva stares at the mess before cracking her knuckles.] The train'll maybe give us airbubbles.

[SHE HOPES.]

Runaway Kid | Little Nightmares

[sevenatenine]

i. all aboard

[So this is. New. He's already kind of gotten the memo that the adults here aren't entirely the same as the ones from back home. They don't look the same, move the same, sound the same--but if he was the type to let his guard down so easily, he would have been dead a long time ago.

RK wants to wait. He's not making any bold moves yet. He's stuck on this train, so he sits back and creeps in the shadows, up on high shelves and under cabinets, hiding, and just... watching. Studying. Maybe sometimes prodding at this little thing or that, when he thinks no one's looking. Maybe keep an eye on your belongings.]

ii. hydroscaping

[He doesn't like the water.

But, also, he knows water. And this isn't the Maw. It's weirder than the Maw somehow. So RK just hangs by the doorway, one hand on something nearby to anchor him (just in case), and another prodding experimentally at the water that somehow is avoiding the doors and all the plants. Inevitably, his hand comes away wet; it's water indeed, and not a spot of glass to be seen, except maybe for the carriage roof. He thinks.

RK frowns.]

iii. team one

[He's not well suited for this, but he'd be even worse on the other two tasks, so he considers himself lucky.

Find the heir. A simple enough task, if probably difficult. One that requires him to spend an uncomfortable amount of time around grown-ups that could crush him underfoot. But the mission is given.

Off he goes, running from this place to that and getting to vantage points a normal person couldn't thanks to his diminutive size and practiced climbing, scanning the area for any figure that looks a little out of place, perhaps a bit too much the center of a crowd.]

iv. wildcard

[got any other ideas in mind? hmu!]

hydroscaping

[prophesis]

Strange, is it not?

[ Ishizu kneels by the diminutive boy; something about his careful curiosity, his hesitance, draws her to try and reassure him. ]

The magicians and scientists do their work well. The water should not be there, but it also cannot reach you.

Ilphyl | D&D OC

[spacetogrow]

Crisis on... A beach

Ilphyl noted that the VR device (which they had gotten a bare-bones explanation on what it was from someone) assumed the wearer was human; they’d had to be shown the settings to do things like turn the visual brightness down and alter the sounds to better accommodate their hearing. It was weird staring at a sunlit beach without protective eyewear and not squinting and feeling the start of a headache. Definitely, something they want to keep doing.

But the feeling doesn’t last, as they hear the cries of a surfer caught in a riptide. Ilphyl had only second-hand ideas on how oceans really worked (mostly from hanging around the docks at Waterdeep), but it was just water. How hard could it be? “Can you swim?”

Hygroscaping
You probably weren’t expecting the large octopus in the garden carriage, even if you knew that it had flooded. It seems preoccupied with the fountain, trying to disassemble it, despite a lack of tools. It waves an arm at you, looking almost like a friendly greeting. Unlike the other seven, this one appears to have steel-grey ink below the skin.

Someone sometimes forgets that most people don't expect shape-changing as a solution to problems.

Team Three
Ilphyl is feeling restless enough that they are not going to deal with ‘barren wasteland’ at the moment. So time to gather information from the First Bastion, which may be mostly wandering around and listening to the local musical culture. “A bard would be really useful here. Oh, that one’s pretty catchy.”

Team Three

[theverymodel]

"Interesting rhythmic pattern. Enjoyable to many species." Maybe they can use that as a way to build bridges with the other bastion. At the very least, the passengers will be able to understand these people better.

Iris -another- | Mega Man X (AU)

[honorableswordofjustice]

(OoC: Long story short, this is an Iris from Mega Man X4 who was created as the ultimate Reploid instead of being separated into herself and her brother Colonel.)

Crisis on... A Beach

Iris made a mistake. She had seen the VR game and was actually quite interested in it. A beach setting would be wonderful to relax in away from the hectic antics of the train. Instead, she got herself into a crazy multiplayer game aimed at teamwork to help people. Oh, well, her work is never done.

Catching sight of one of her fellow players, she motioned to them. "Are you well with children? Can you help with them while I help the surfers?" she asked. "Do not worry, just because I am a Reploid does not mean I cannot float."

Library

If there was a sight that would be strange to see, it would be the prim and proper, honor-bound warrior relaxing and reading a book. Iris would reach back to flair out her long ponytail, letting hang over the chair she was sitting in. After a moment, she would blink and look up, startled.

"Oh! Forgive me, I was reading this book and I guess I got carried away. Did you need me for anything?" she asked before motioning to another chair. "Please, sit. I am sure I must have been a bother to you..."

A Lost Heir - Team Two

Iris noticed the arriving airship and walked forward, summoning a weapon into her hand. Staring down the ravenous marauders as they came at her and the others, she activated the weapon revealing itself as a a beam rapier.

"Prepare yourselves!" she shouted. "These men must not get past us! The others are counting on us to drive them off; do not hold back and give them no quarter!"

Wildcard

(OoC: Hit me up with anything else!)

Crisis on... A Beach

[spacetogrow]

"Not particularly," Ilphyl said dubiously. Especially given they were aware what was considered acceptable for children of a given age varied by species and culture. "Also, I have no idea what a Reploid is." Or the context to establish it.

Jin Ling | Modaozushi | CRAU <user name="slumscape">

[to_rise_above]

HYDROSCAPING
[ CW: MINOR MENTIONS OF DROWNING ]

[ Jin Ling didn’t know how he got here. One moment he was being drenched in the rain in Hakagemachi, and then he found himself at the entrance of an unfamiliar metal container that turned out to be a train as the okami noted to him in his head. It probably seemed comical for a teenager boy to be arguing with himself, really.

In the end, he had stepped on it with a sense of discomfort and now he walked around enough to be standing in the middle of a water logged…glass building of some kind? Water was continuously gushing everywhere and he was having a lot of flashbacks from when the water almost ate him alive among almost drowning in it. That thought left a scratchy feeling in his throat.

There was so much water everywhere and the teen had been subjected to a ton of water logging his shoes, clothes and hair. His ears were fully out and the tail was swishing back and forth unhappily, showing the entire world how he was feeling right now. Not that the unhappy expression on his face gave him away. He was starting to really hate water and could not do anything but seethe in anger as he stomps in the water, trying to find his way out. ]

Give me a break!!!!!

[ Comically, enough, he was carrying sizable husky of some kind in his arms as the not so little fella yips and whines. To be frank, Jin Ling was not letting go his spiritual dog. After being without it for so long, he’s been completely attached to it since he found it next to him when he came here. ]

DINING CARRIAGE

[ One of the few things that Jin Ling was content about, was the fact that he found Fairy was with him this time and he couldn’t help but cry all over his spiritual companion. The slightly sizable dog had been nonstop licking his face and Jin Ling had been huddling so close to it when he saw. He couldn’t find Suihua anywhere, but with the things he could do, he was fine for the time being.

At some point, he’d have to get used to things again on his own and figure out a way to retrieve his father’s sword that he had grown more attached to since his time in Hakagemachi.

After all the dramatics, he was sitting on the large table in the dining carriage, feeding bits of food to his overly happy spiritual companion. There’s a light smile on his face as he attempted to adjust to the unfamiliarity with the help of the voice in his head. ]

WILD CARD

[ Please also feel free to ask me any questions about the CRAU he is from. For mechanics: Jin Ling has wolf ears and tail due to being possessed by a youkai but they only come out when he's emotionally stimulated, like being very happy, for super angry! Anything else you want to play/plot out? Feel free to DM me on Discord: Tarei#2407 or Plurk: kagaminokakera :). ]

dining carriage.

[fennu]

[ The sound of Fairy is what draws Jiang Cheng into the dining carriage and he expects to see the nephew he's familiar with in there - but this one is not exactly the same as the one he knows. His eyes flick over him for a moment but he decides... Well. Jin Ling is Jin Ling, and he's accustomed to other worlds and other versions now.

Two Wei Wuxian and two Lan Wangji and two Lan Xichen... That will be more than enough for him.

Leaning down, he offers a hand to Fairy without hesitation. ]

When did you get here, huh?

Essek Thelyss | Critical Role

[essek]

[Brackets and prose work for me, I have legit no preference between either, so hit me with what you're most comfortable with.]

Hygroscaping

The garden carriage had quickly became a place of refuge for Essek, a place he could find some serenity and peace from the horrors that lurk behind his eyelids. So, when he sees it flooding he only needs a moment to overcome the shock before getting in there and try to stem the flow of the water, trying to crush a pipe closed with one gravity spell while trying to reverse the flow with another. The normally very well put together drow is completely unconcerned with the way his hair and clothes hang heavy with water, just focused on trying to preserve the garden.

"A hand please, if you will?" His voice is stressed, a higher note to it, hoping there is some way to stop the flood.

If you don't find him then, eventually, Essek can be found sitting cross-legged, floating a foot off the ground, near the door of the completely flooded car. His head rests against the wall, angled to look towards the door, his expression neutral. For the most insightful, they might see the slight tilt of his eyebrows, the edge of sadness in his eyes.

"I cannot discount that it's... well, beautiful in a new way," his tone is a little resigned, but otherwise matches his expression. He's no longer soaked, but he remains fairly damp.


Library

It's later that he finds himself in the Library, now dry and put together again, as much as this place allows him at least. He misses his mantle and many layers of well made clothing. Regardless of his thoughts on the provided clothing, Essek finds some comfort in the library, which - much like the garden had been - is also a place he can find some level of peace, at least in the academic upstairs.

He let's his fingers trail over a couple book spines, not seeming to be looking for something to read so much as taking in the feel of them as he moves along the shelves, touching what few books there are as he lets his mind wander.


Wildcard

[Go crazy, I love it!]

Hygroscaping

[katzenpfote]

Caleb pauses as he spots a very wet Essek. He can figure out what happened in a minute. For now, he pulls out a purple towel from his bag, handing it to the other wizard.

"First of all, are you all right?"

Sion (Time Green) | Mirai Sentai Timeranger

[adoptedearthling]

i. vr.

[The VR device is currently being turned over slowly in Sion's hands.]

Does anyone know who made these?

[Stepping into a VR scenario that hasn't been created by himself or someone he trusts doesn't sit well with him. It has dangerous mental damage written all over it. He's seen it happen. He also sees no way to reprogram it, which is the most bothersome. He'd have to build a setup himself.]

Are they safe?

ii. hydroscaping.

[Sion stares at the scene in front of him with a frown.]

Someone should have called me.

[He doesn't exactly want to become the ship's primary fix-it guy, but he could have probably stopped this before it got too out of hand. It's true he's not a plumber. This isn't his area of expertise so it's possible no one would have thought to get a hold of him anyway. Still, it's just a bunch of piping. Considering everything else he works with, how hard could it be?]

iii. a lost heir (team two).

I don't suppose there would be room on the train anywhere to keep one of these after all this is over...

[These airships aren't the 30th century jets that Sion is used to, but they're still fascinating in their own right.

The teen's clothes are spattered with soot and he looks more like a repairman now than he'd ever had when he'd been taking jobs for Future Research. He hadn't usually been called on to fix larger things like cars or boats, but that doesn't mean he can't adjust. Airships are just another machine, and he knows his way around anything mechanical.

He gives a screwdriver a little twirl in his hand as he bends over a console. The makeshift light he has strapped to his head flicks on automatically to allow him a better view of the wires behind it.]

This one has to be sturdier than it looks if it didn't fall apart on its way to us, because it looks like it could at any moment.

Olivia Moore | Original character

[death_calling]

-Kitchen-

[After a good deal of exploration, the kitchen car ends up being her first destination, though it does feel strange entering the shared communal space. Upon discovering that no alcohol is present, she’ll make up a mug of tea to quell her appetite and thirst. She has no intention of dirtying up the countertops for something so simple. In fact, if something is out of place, she’ll make sure that things are kept clean and organized, even if the mess wasn't hers.

If she happens to catch sight of you in the kitchen space, her tone is polite, yet it’s clear that she’s not used to socializing with so many people.]

“Apologies, I’ll be out of your way in just a moment, unless…” [She glances down at the kettle in her hand.] “You want some tea? I was just about to fix up a cup. Just let me know what flavor you like and I’ll see if it can be found here.”


-Library-

[Information is the key to success, and she’s no stranger to spending hours reading, so Olivia finds the Library Car to be her first destination. Any texts pertaining to the train, why she was brought here, or the very nature of the void is what she’s looking for. Of course, that search ends in failure, so she’s relented to reading about other things, like medicine and science.

Tempting as it is to glance at the fiction section, to see if some hidden meanings are behind the fictitious tales, she’ll simply take an unoccupied corner and focus on studying relevant topics for the time being. Anything to take her mind off the sudden change of environment or the inevitable meeting of new people, bunkmates included.

Despite her stoic appearance, she'll welcome company, especially if she can learn something new from other Voidtreckers.]


-The Lost Heir: Team Three-

[Out of the three assignments, gathering information is probably the best one she’s suited for, given she has no combat skills or unique abilities to speak of. It would’ve been easier to just stay on the train during the mission, but she was brought here to do something, so sitting by and letting others do the work isn’t acceptable.

Thankfully the denizens of the First Bastion are somewhat organized in their record-keeping, and she’s been able to dive headfirst into their digital records and electronic books. If she had time, this task would be a luxury, reading about the world, its cultures, and people. But it’s imperative that the two Bastions stop fighting each other, or otherwise, everyone will die. And there has to be something to stop the war in these records.]

“Years of history all in one place...Can we really find the answers in enough time?”

[Doubt is creeping into her mind, but she could’ve stopped a long time ago, as another digital book is opened carefully. She might need some support from whoever has agreed to this part of the mission.]

the lost heir

[adoptedearthling]

For the level of technology they have, there's a surprising lack of computer networks.

[Gathering information would be so much easier if they had internet, is what he's getting at. Sion is an excellent hacker and electronics engineer, but gathering information by hand is a lot more difficult. If there are hands behind the scenes directing the conflict they could attract the wrong sort of attention by asking around - which is something they should do only if they have plans to follow up on said attention. Which they don't.]

If I could get the right parts I could put together some listening devices.

Ventus | Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep

[waywardwont]

A. Hydroscaping.

Huh? Wow, that sure is a ton of water? [ Ven leans down on his keyblade across from the other person in the room, tapping his foot as he stares at the ankle high water. ]

Ummm - Weird thing to wake up to huh? Do you think we can blow it out a window or something?

B. Kitchen Disaster.

[ A scattering a broken eggshells and flour litter the floor of the kitchen car. Someone's been trying to make a cake that seems to consist of all the suger one boy can feasibly fit in a bowl. Maybe Aqua taught Ven the basics of baking...but couldn't a cake have mooooree suger if you just wanted it too. ]

Oh? Hi! My name is Ventus (call me Ven!), I think I'm new. Hey do you think you can reach the milk for me? The shelfs a bit high... [ He can't even knock it down with his keyblade :< ]

:eyes: Hydroscaping!

[mustknow]

[The other person in the room might well be suspiciously familiar, save that he is armed to the teeth to combat this very specific problem, namely he has a lot of towels, what looks suspiciously like a pump, a long, loooong hose draggong behind him, a toolbox, and .. are those rubber wading pants?

They sure are. Xehanort is nothing, if not prepared! Ven's a new arrival to the train, he knows that much, but the rest? The rest eludes him, as it usually does.]

Not until the train stops somewhere. Until then alternatives will need to be found, and the nearby bathroom will simply have to do. How do you feel about getting wet?

[Not that he necessarily needs help, but help's always nice, and sometimes two pairs of hands are better than one.]

I think it's just a matter of ... finding which drains are clogged and.. unclogging them.

[Sounds simple!

It isn't.]