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

the day is still young, my lad

[thesnarkitect]

Emet-Selch was no stranger to threats, real or otherwise. He had been on the receiving end of such things for entire millennia, and a good number of them were quite sincere in their intention to cut his life short. The look this boy gave him was that of irritation and challenge, not a real threat of harm. Still, a moment's repose, just enough for him to think that he is weighing over the wrods, before playing his hand: "Or else... what, exactly?" He folded his arms defiantly. "You are the senior member of this little expedition, and are currently under the observation of everyone else present. Should you strike me in anger, you attack an unarmed man displaying the true nature of this fellowship. And for what? Disagreeing with my honesty? Perhaps you would rather I speak sweet falsehoods?"

"But allow me to continue my vow frankly. Though I don't see why you would deserve an answer for being so crude. I intend..." He took a moment to pause simply to let Zagreus wait. "...to listen. Though you may be unfamiliar, you would find that conversations tend to go much better when someone does."

[dyingpro]

"What--? No! I not going to attack you for disagreeing with me! What do you take me for?" He shakes his head, irritated that Emet-Selch drew his attention to all the eyes staring at him. Do they all think the same thing? "I'm saying we can handle this without you, if you're not willing to cooperate with us. So you can go back to the Train and enjoy the amenities of it at your leisure, and not be bothered by our presences, instead of ordering us around without so much as a please or thank you."

Zagreus' squint seems to grow narrower and narrower the more Emet-Selch talks. "I am listening, though you've done little but insult me since you started prattling on about your superiority. I've spoken with my fair share of Gods, mate, I know how this sort of thing goes. I even brought them a gift in the hopes of smoothing over any misapprehensions about our intention here. I'm willing to let you do the talking if that's what you want to do, but so far I'm not impressed with your ability to placate a God. Especially one that can turn living things into gold."