voidtreckerooc | Test Drive Meme 027

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Test Drive Meme 027

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!

Hotel Notel

The hire carriage is the tiny hotel of the Voidtrecker Express. With a downstairs of meeting rooms and an upstairs of luxuries such as double beds, duvets and en-suites, it's in demand for the denizens of a train with so little privacy.

It might be surprising when you arrive at your booked room and someone's already in there. An awkward double booking? Someone abusing their abilities for a free night? Or maybe it's not such a suprise. A planned date night, a movie night, or just some peace and quiet between you. In any case, you're there now.

Our-moury

The downside of having a shared armoury is the maintenance. Weaponry, equipment, and the odd semi-sentient robot from a dozen different worlds make for an interesting time, and not everything has an instruction manual. The upside of having a shared armoury is, of course, the aforementioned weaponry, equipment and semi-sentient robots. Cleaning and polishing is more fun when there's a small metal insect chirping helpfully at you whenever it spots a patch of grime or carbon scoring.

Did you ask before trying out that laser rifle? Did someone leave their beloved spiritual weapon propped up on a rack, just asking for it to be manhandled? Or did the friendly AI autoturret wave hello and knock over a pile of magitech?

Prime Directive

The world of Magnitton has never been host to a Void traveller, nor will it ever. At least, not until the Voidtrecker Express calls for its crew to attend a Catastrophe-class event above it. Over the last few decades, the people of Magnitton have expanded into their local system, and begun mining asteroids and their two moons for much-needed resources.

The smaller moon, Ej, has broken apart far more easily than expected. Almost as if it wasn't a moon to begin with, but some great, hollow sphere... Aboard the train, those with prophetic gifts wake with visions of a planet ablaze, a night sky smeared with swathes of blood and the cries of some unknown young creature.
Team One

Those Voidtreckers who have experience wrangling giant space dragons will do well here. Those who do not might want to buff up on this particular transferable skill. From within the shell that was the moon Ej emerges a trio of glowing, winged reptiles each roughly the size of the Voidtrecker Express. Confused, freshly-hatched and apparently hungry. For what? People? Nope.

Luckily, it's stories they're hungry for. Every tale and piece of information or history strengthens the dragonets. This team must nurture the trio enough that they can leave the system for their home under their own power. Ej has some degree of atmosphere, and the dragonets aren't immediately able or willing to fly about. It's storytime.

Team Two

The larger of Magnitton's two moons, Dar, is surprisingly peaceful. At least until a writhing mass of plasmasnakes descend upon it from the system's star. Swarming aboard any ship within the moon's nearest lagrange points, these fiery serpents seek any route towards their prey, the dragonets born every thousand years. For those unable to naturally withstand the power of the sun or the vacuum of space, the Magnites have provided two squads of sturdy reconnaissance fighters for the Voidtreckers' efforts. Equipped with squad video links and a suite of weaponry and utility systems, as well as helpful AI companions, this tech should make fighting off the plasmasnakes a little easier for this team.

Team Three

Down on the surface of Magnitton, it's a state of emergency. Not all of the pieces of what was the moon Ej have been caught in the planet's gravity, but enough are falling that civilisation is under threat. This team have been tasked with saving Magnitton. A large task, but one the planet has at least prepared for. The Astrological Expulsion via Gravitational Inversion System, or A.E.G.I.S, must be activated and manned to fling debris back into space. Smaller pieces of the moon may be dealt with more personally, if Voidtreckers have the skills for it. The A.E.G.I.S stations require two crew working in concert - one to target and one to adjust the gravitational inversion levels.

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[ 1. Your Little Hotel ]

This place had a lot of luxury compared to what Terris was used to back home. TVs, heating, cooling, baths, a functional kitchen, and, of course, some super comfy beds. Why are they only over here in this little carriage, though? No matter. When one's so used to living so bare-bones, you kind of take the luxury if and when you can get it.

And so, Terris has snuck into a little hotel room for some quality napping (and to push the fact that Nike isn't here out of his mind. He doesn't miss her, he's fine. Shhhh).

But he's barely managed to close his eyes to welcome the sweet embrace of not being awake when you open the door to find him in your booked room.

He sits up to look at you and gives a smile.

"Oh, hey. I don't mind cuddling, but I was hoping to get some sleep in. I hope you don't snore too loudly."

He sounds teasing; or maybe it's sheepishness. It's hard to tell with him, really. Either way, he pats the bed beside him.

"Try not to toss and turn either."

Yep, he's commandeered this bed. Wanna share?

[ 2. Game Carriage ]

Hey, what better way to drown out the fact that this place isn't home than to drown it out in games? He pokes around at some of them, looking over the boxes. He had started aiming for the nearby table at first, but now it's covered in stacks of games he's pulled out, so some end up bumping others and falling carelessly to the ground.

But then he comes to a box that makes him freeze, staring at the artwork in his hands. It has rabbits on it.

He sure misses his rabbit hoodie from back home. Yea, that's it. Just his hoodie. Not a person. Or a stand-in for some person. Right? He just misses his stupid hoodie.

Did you just come in, or have you been watching this whole time? He thought he was alone here. And he finds it a little difficult to force his usual smile on his face for just a moment.

"Hey, have they got any better games than these? I'm soooooo bored." He gives a laugh, holding out the box with the bunnies on it towards you.

[ 3. Prime Directive - Team One ]

This certainly wasn't what Terris was expecting when they said mission. But, y'know what? This is something he can mostly make due with.

He thinks, anyway.

Wrangling's not so hard. You learn to deal with that when you're trying to keep an Andro chimaera and a Gynous chimaera away from each other. Though these guys might be a little bigger. He certainly gets dragged around a few times. But with his shadowy scythe, he manages to get the job done.

Hurt them? Heavens, no! This won't hurt them unless he wants it too. It's mostly for show, and he just wants to use it to spook them if they try to go too far. That's how you wrangle babies, right? Make them feel the nest is the only safe place.

Anyway, he manages to hold onto one long enough to give it some story time. And if you're not doing anything better, he'll beckon you over.

"Hey, hey, you want to hear a story? I have a lot of them."

He grins, and pats the rubble beside him.

"Why don't you come take a break?"

Hotel Notel

How did he get on a train? How did he get keys to some comfortable suite? Where was he? What was going on? Should he care about those things? Should he worry about those things? Probably. But was he? Hell no! Head empty, only comfort before him!

Well, at least for the moment. He can worry about how he left one world to go into another later, right now he wanted to live it up.

Just... he wasn't expected to know English, was he? He hoped not. Oh well, no worries, no worries, just open the door and enjoy the luxury- Had he gotten the wrong room? This sort of thing could only end in one of two ways and he had to subvert it quickly!

"Ah! I'm sorry! They gave me this key! I was set up! Set up! I definitely did not come in here to look at anything private or secret or intimate, I have no cares for any sort of thing of that kind! I'll just turn around and leave right now and ask where my room is. Yes! Don't worry, just stay there," and he was turning around to run away before he flagged a potential death scene.

Our-moury

Was that a spiritual sword? Neat! It looked fancy. He probably shouldn't touch it, who knows what might happen....

...

But he totally wanted to.

A little bit wouldn't hurt, right?

He carefully looked from side to side to make sure he was alone, picked up the sword and started swinging it around like an idiot playing with a stick in the park. He even made swooshing noises.

"I almost wish I had trained harder so I could use something like this right now," since he didn't really have to worry about outshining... well, maybe he never had to worry about that, but what is done is done. At the moment all that mattered was the owner didn't walk in.

Please walk in.

Wildcard

Want him on a team? Something else in mind? Go for it!

Edited 2021-08-17 07:05 (UTC)

[ note: character is around 16, 6'10" in height, has blue-grey skin with a leathery texture, and ears like this. basic info here! she refers to other teammates as 'serjins' - which means 'fellow worker/peer', polite. she may have other ways to refer to people depending on their perceived role. ]

1. CLEANING ;

☄ CLOTHING, upper stores car. She takes what washing has been left to be cleaned, ignoring the machines and grabbing buckets from the cleaning supplies, taking powders and liquids and sitting with them, quiet as she studies every last word written. Is this your basket of laundry this (tall) young girl has taken to sit with her?

You can stop her, or find her - whoever you are - with the basket of laundry and the bucket filled with water and detergent, going through the process of submerging into what she can, no matter the size of the bucket she has. She's careful with each piece, searching for stains, using a small scrubbing brush over them.

⛷ WEAPONRY, armoury. If she's asked to help with the weapon maintenance, then the most she can offer in assistance is polishing. But accepting the request and actually doing it are two different things, where all of the items are...overwhelming, to say the least.

From guns, blades, shields, cataloguing which bottle with the same words upon them there are, putting them back. The latter, Sheyra can do in silence and with ease, but the former has her sitting with a more strained silence, her brow always knotted. The blades seem the easier, but when she picks up one that's particularly odd in design, it clatters as she drops it, gasping at the strange energy coming off from it.

Catch her before she speaks, but Sheyra isn't too proud to ask (because she would rather ask, than to make a fool of herself by not) to ask another passenger who might be passing through, with a word that sounds like peer, or co-worker in their ears:

"Serjin, do you have time spare? My hands have never polished these tools before. I do not want my job to be inadequate."

2. OTHER CHORES, HELPING HANDS

Though doing another section's designated chores leans into not following the few rules of the vehicle, Sheyra is someone who doesn't know what to do with herself, with too much free time. So she goes, to the kitchens, to the stores, to wherever that would seem to need work. And if there's already someone in there who could be mistaken as doing anything there, she greets them with a "Serjin", arms folding over one another waist-level.

"May I assist you? My duties do not require me at this time, and I can offer you my hands."

She gets into the habit of later into the day, once she figures how time flows through the train, to go through the carriages to check on what she can. That there aren't clothes left undone or unfolded, that there's no washing left in the kitchens. That tables are clean, that the floors are not marked.

3. MISSION TIME ; team three

If life on the train was chaotic for Sheyra, missions were nigh-unbearable to her senses. The technology was beyond her, tension and desperation not unknown to her, but its atmosphere is enough to force her into silence, taking on the few jobs that she can manage.

Down on Magnitton, she brings food and water to the rooms that many rest in, her usual greetings of "Serjin" weaker than usual, but her usual custom of arms folding across her waist following.

"May I assist in bringing anything more?" Or, if they seem to be dirtied, messy from getting more personal outside with the debris: "Do you require a healer? I can tend to any minor wounds, so you may rest."

4. NETWORK POST... BUT NOT?

But come the end of the mission, she can't keep it in, how inadequate she felt in her abilities. Not following the orders given to her, by an unseen client or otherwise. She knows that many on the vessel share their voices across the many carriages, and she isn't sure of that's to be her fate too: to prostrate herself to her fellow serjins, to admit to her inabilities to fulfil her tasks.

Before it comes to that - and because she doesn't know how to use the ICPs -, Sheyra approaches someone older than her, or a known team lead. Her arms crossing over her waist, if her hands pointed upwards with an added respect. Her expression is both remorseful, yet stony.

"Experienced serjin," she greets. "I apologise, that I need your guidance. I have," her voice dips, head bowing in shame, "failed my client."

Library

Since arriving on the train, Touma had found himself with far more free time on his hands than he has ever had back in Academy City. Most teenagers his age would probably use this free vacation to laze about or indulge in their favorite activates without having to worry about their previous responsibilities. Touma knew better. Once this whole journey was over, he will be returning back home. He was certain of it. And when that happened, the reality of his horrible school attendance and shitty grades will be waiting for him.

The possible of having to repeat a grade sent shivers down his spine.

Thus, in order to prevent this awful future, he was currently roaming the library in search of any books that could help him study. Or at least, that was the plan. His optimism started to slowly give way to despair as he examined the bookshelves. To his horror, most were devoid of any literature whatsoever and the one that did have something on their shelves only had fiction.

Things were starting to look grim until he noticed there was another person in the library. Feeling desperate, he walked up to them in hopes of gaining them as a potential ally in securing his future.

"Excuse me! Could you help me? I'm having trouble finding the books I need and most of the shelves are empty."

Prime Directive: Team Three

Gripping the joystick tightly in his hand, Touma focused all his attention on the monitor above him. It currently displayed an otherworldly night sky filled with vibrant dark blues and purples as if it was meticulously brushed on by a talented painter. Several twinkling lights could be seen streaking across the sky, leaving behind a trail of blueish dust and gas. Unfortunately for him and everybody else, those lights were not something to admire. They were the shattered remains of the former moon known as Ej and were currently on a destructive crash course with the planet.

A meteorite about 20 meters had enough kinetic energy to exceed an atomic bomb. Smaller meteorites weren't as destructive, but still had the potential to cause unneeded deaths. It was for this reason why he was currently occupying an A.E.G.I.S, a machine dedicated to handling the current bombardment of deadly space debits. Any meteorite that survived atmospheric entry could be harmlessly tossed right back into the void of space.

Thankfully, the controls were relatively user friendly. All he needed to do was move the joystick to aim the reticle on-screen and pay attention to any instructions given by the on-board AI. He didn't know how easy the other controls for adjusting the gravitational inversion levels were, but he suspected it couldn't be that bad. The natives wouldn't have allowed complete amateurs to pilot such life-saving equipment if the controls weren't designed to be intuitive.

It also helped he was pretty decent at shoot-em-ups.

His heart nearly bust out of his chest when a bright red 'WARNING' suddenly began to flash across the screen while an obnoxious blaring noise accompanied it.

"Numerous objects inbound for impact. All pilots ready themselves to engage the threat." The AI stated in a monotone voice.

"Get ready!" Touma shouted towards his partner. "We can't let a single one slip by!"

I. Chores
It was odd, Althea had never thought of her abilities as so helpful with such... mundane tasks before, yet here she was. In one hand she held a bag, but in the other, she had a simple metal pole.

Which was currently attracting metal objects that had rolled under seats or tables towards it.

She looked incredibly amused, even chuckling every now and then, at her newfound usefulness, but as she leaned down to pick up something that wasn't as magnetic, she held the pole out just a liiiiittle too far, and with a solid CLANG, it swung out to stick to something, or someone, who had just entered with an unfortunately metallic object.

II. Training Gym
Althea tried her best to pick a time when there were as few people around as possible before she entered, not wanting to accidentally hurt anyone OR embarrass herself, but she knew she couldn't put it off forever.

The truth of the matter was that she had avoided most physical activities or training after she had learned basic self defense because she didn't want to fight and hurt people. Now however, was a different situation, and she realized she didn't want to be the weak link that got other people hurt either. She wasn't necessarily scrawny or out of shape by any means, but the idea of an area of knowledge/skill she didn't have bothered her.

Which is how she ended up climbing up and across the frames provided, over and over, sometimes trying to only use normal methods, sometimes trying to use her electricity to either enhance herself or cling to metal parts in new ways, and sometimes trying to combine the two. She was... falling more often than not, and learning with each attempt, but it still stung her pride and whatever body part took the landing, and eventually one of the falls led to her simply lying under the climbing frame, looking up with a scowl, as if it had personally wronged her.

Our-mory

Garyn had been rather annoyed to discover that the armory didn't have its own grindstone in it already. But let it not be said that Nerevar Redoran wasn't willing to pay his own way and contribute to the benefit of all on the train. Anyone who relies on bladed weapons will surely find it handy.

As is Garyn himself, at the moment - working the pedals with skill as he sharpens his own sword. He remains quite botherable nonetheless.

Prime Directive, Pre-Mission

He'd thought the dreams would stop coming, now that his destiny had been fulfilled. But a mind once open to prophetic dreams tends to remain so.

He wakes up gasping, the image of a blood red sky and even the smell of the charred, screaming dead still fresh in his mind. He bolts out of bed and out of his room entirely, his eyes shot as he mutters to himself with his sword drawn.

It may not be advisable to stand in his way, but he might need it right now.

Hotel Notel

"My stahs, look at this place!" Bunnie couldn't help but be amazed at the hotel room inside the train car. It looked simply marvelous! She had idly wandered into the room, not realizing that someone had paid for it, but compared to the bunkbeds, this was positively heaven.

She should be the responsible adult, but she can't help but hop onto the bed, enjoying how comfortable it was, even if the weight of her cybernetics weighed it down a bit.

"Ah, this is amazing...!"

Prime Directive - Team One

"WOAH! Easy there, hon! You'ah gonna get yourself hurt if you keep lashing out like this!"

Bunnie had the strength to wrangle these odd dragons. Cybernetics and Dulcy's crashes made that all too easy. Thus, she's able to hold a dragon down with one arm, trying to calm it down with her flesh and blood one.

"Y'all like stories, right? I think Ah have some bedtime stories y'all could enjoy. Helping take caah of Knothole's young'ins gave me some practice..."

Wildcard

(OoC: Hit me up with anything here!)

1. Our-moury

[Seeing weaponry that he's not remotely familiar with isn't exactly... unusual for Kabuto. The shinobi world tended to find unique and weird new weapons in which to use against their opponents and he'd long since stopped asking what kind of nonsense people were up to these days. He was still a fan of keeping his distance with most weapons unless to incapacity and even in this form he kept to that mantra.

Which might be exactly why he's eyeing someone's sword with a soft scoff of contempt.]

You'd think we were past such barbarism, but I see that's not the case. [Who he's talking to is... anyone's guess, given the usual snake... extension... has decided to not make itself currently seen from underneath his cloak.]

2. Team one

[Fighting? Natural. Healing? Natural. Telling stories to dragons that he thought were going to murder people? Less natural.

Which is precisely why Kabuto looks absolutely dumbfounded by this new revelation. He's dealt with dragons before, not necessarily in this form, but they'd always been... well, more thirsty for blood and destruction and far less... childish.

But, well, he supposes he has more than a few stories of some sort he could tell. Even if some might be put off by the large snake perched over his shoulder eyeing the creatures down and seeming none-too-pleased.]

If it's dragons, then it'd only be appropriate to tell the tale of Ryūchi Cave. Though it being named after dragons while one deals with the snakes, is still quite a mystery... [The last words are muttered under his breath, it's not something he usually ponders over. But it's a good point.]

3. Medical

[In every new place, if one is going to be staying there (and unfortunately he's realized this is the case) then it's necessary to know how the medical situation pans out. It's probably not... the most reassuring to see Kabuto's gold-slit eyes or almost snake-like skin puttering around the medical carriage, but it's a necessity in his eyes. He starts with the examination room, quietly inspecting every instrument and making mental notes of what to test later once he's done his once over. You want everything working properly and with no error, right? He's quick to investigate even further through the medicine and the medical kit proper, basic of the basics. Lovely.

Slowly he moves for the surgical area, a little more impressed that even this much has been accomplished. Even if the tools are basic. At least his chakra can be used in lieu of equipment if it needs to be. Not that he's... had much need to practice medical as of late, but it's something that one never forgets.

Lastly he moves through the compartments, though it's quick and mostly deemed as just as basic as everything else. Hopefully no one meets him while he's gone back to the surgical bay to test if the scalpels and needles are sharp enough to proper get through skin. It's not a pleasant situation to see someone doing on themselves, after all.]

4. Wildcard?

[If you want this idiot anywhere else or have any questions, feel free to message me!]

Edited 2021-08-25 19:00 (UTC)

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Hotel Notel

Our-moury

Prime Directive

Team One

Team Two

Team Three

Terris | Kyouai Catastrophe

Dongfang Xianyun | My Sect Disciple Senior Brother has a Hole in his Head

Sheyra / Duplicator ; OC

Kamijou Touma | To Aru Majutsu No Index

Althea Brooks | Fandomless OC

The Nerevarine | The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind

Bunnie Rabbot | Archie Sonic

Kabuto Yakushi | Naruto