Test Drive Meme 026

[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!

Stand Back

The long-awaited laboratory carriage is a place of many delights. And by delights, we mean 'unsafe thaumo-scientific practices'. Whether the chemistry stores, the machine shop and its welding station, the magitech benches sat right next to the physics research area... or the panic showers.

A strange, earthy smell is coming from the biology room. Green smoke is curling under the door of chemistry. The machine shop is eerily quiet, and within a metre of the physics room, things appear to be levitating. At least one of the showers is running, but who knows which room the erstwhile scientist came from? Dare ye investigate?

Autobiography

The library carriage is normally a place of quiet, two storeys of shelves and comfy seating. The shelves are normally a little empty, filled only with what the Voidtreckers have bought themselves... but today, every shelf is filled.

Some books are normal - that one novel you'd been thinking of last week, or the tome of old family recipes you wistfully mentioned to your friend. The lower shelves are replete with activity books for small children, covering topics such as anatomy (for kids! non-human kids, mostly!), holiday activities for familiar and unfamiliar national holidays, and an unnerving number of sticker books that bodes ill for the walls of the train.

Others are larger, gilt or bound in strange covers. Like this one, coloured in a familiar hue, its spine reading only your name.

Fools' Gold

The Voidtrecker Express has landed on the world of Pamsar. More specifically, it has stopped, floating and untraceable, above the mountains holding the castle and surrounding town of the Pale Marquess's march.

It would have landed, but the forests and gardens of the march have petrified. Trees are sweeping spikes and clusters of sharp, smooth jade. Gemstone flowers dot the meadows and twine up walls and around window frames. Mosses have taken on the rough texture of granite. Beautiful as it is, it threatens the march's survival.

Team One

What were cultivated fields of grain are now rows upon rows of pure gold. Blinding, shimmering in the morning light coming over the mountains, but useless for the people of the Pale March. Panic is spreading. This team is tasked with protecting the granaries and food stores from panicked citizens.

Team Two

When pressed, many people appear to know the source of their misfortune. Living at the frontier, the people of their march have grown envious of the palaces and styles of the inner kingdom, and their prayers the last year have been for wealth and prosperity above all else. A wandering deity granted these wishes, to the peoples' regret. This team is to locate the deity's temple in the outlands, and convince them to reverse the blessing. Or else find another of the outsider gods to repair the damage.

Team Three

The forests across the march are now gorgeous, sharped prison bars for the people and creatures that live within them. This team must ingress into the jade woodlands, and rescue those trapped within. For some, a discovery is made: living blood shed on the petrified plants slowly dispels the effect.

Comments

Stand Back

[flameinthedarkness]

From where Idia is peeking his head in from his slouched position from the doorway, his spine straights suddenly in shock as he's spoken to, hesitating to turn towards Emet-Selch, almost in hope he's not talking to him and was in fact someone else. But it wasn't that easy, was it? Idia's normal hunched over form returned as he muttered mostly to himself, but also as an answer, just barely loud enough to be heard. "I'm not the help," Though he's not surprised to be looked down upon, even away from school. "And I'm not stupid enough to go walking into someone else's experiment without having knowledge of what it is."

[thesnarkitect]

The boy was barely a presence, and had he not responded Emet would have sworn he just insulted the air. "This is no purpose to be underfoot. Unless you have business here, I would suggest leaving it to someone who knows what they are doing."

To accentuate the next point, Emet formed a shadow, only to re-emerge a few feet behind him. "Oh, and do speak up: no one likes a mumbler."

[flameinthedarkness]

Idia's shoulders slumped more, his mouth twisting to one side in annoyance at how he was being spoke to, but still not willing to bite back at it. Honestly, he's had worse thrown his way. "As long as the lab is open for use then yes, I have 'business' here." And this was certainly interrupting it. Why couldn't people just clean up after themselves? See? This was why he preferred to do all his work in his own space, so only he had access to it.

As Emet shifted before him to only appear behind him, once again Idia jumped at the sudden change of position, eyes wide with the quick shift, before he realized what had happened. "You're capable of a form of teleportation." At least it was less flashy than others he had seen, less sparkles and bright lights. More subtle. Equally annoying.

[thesnarkitect]

An interesting response. Were he as timid as he appears, he would have balked and backed down from those taunts, not stand in defiance. Hmn. "This isn't a physics lecture, boy. The work that is done here seeks to understand the nature of our present reality. It is not a place to put to proof what which you are currently studying."

As for the teleporting. "I do indeed. It is one of my myriad abilities. Pray you don't give a reason to see the rest."

[flameinthedarkness]

This feels like he's being lectured to by one of his teachers, Idia's annoyance not shifting from the little speech he's given or the fact he's been assumed to be just like any other 'boy'. In a way it's an annoyance, coming here he's lost his reputation of just how brilliant he was in his own field. On the other hand it was nice to just be able to hide away and get on with what he wants to without anything expected of him. "'Present reality'," He shot back, still as soft spoken but losing more of the nervousness that was in his earlier tone. "Reality is subjective and able to be changed, if you're just settled on studying the current then you lose the chance to change it." It's maybe a little grander than what Idia's using the lab for right now, but it's certainly a future goal.

Right now he just wants some comforts of home to have here since they didn't come with him. Even if it meant he had to make them all from scratch. It's a challenge in a way, but more of a pain that he has to remake everything he's already created.

In regards to the rest of those boasts, "Yes, yes, I will." He won't, really, he doesn't care. Idia may come from a school which held some of the best in their fields, trained in magical combat and to raise their own skills to be the best, but he would rather avoid conflict if he could, including combat. It was such a waste of energy and time.