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voidtreckerooc2021-12-17 05:29 am
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Test Drive 031
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!
Winter Wonderland
Experienced Voidtreckers will be the first to recognise when the announcement of a stop comes over the speakers: “Arriving at world 9126110 in ten, nine, eight…”
The doors don’t open, the train doesn’t stop. Instead, it slows, and the garden carriage opens its curved, clear roof as though it were a convertible, both sides folding back until the carriage is open to the air. The world is a picture of snow-covered mountains and sparse conifers, and within minutes the garden’s fountain and streams have iced over, soft snow coating the cobbles and benches.
The stop lasts all day, the vending machines dispense free hot chocolate, and the dressing carriage is filled with thick coats, wooly hats, and warm gloves.
Void Santa Is Coming To Town
It’s a day like any other, except that the morning announcement has a rider.
“There are packages in the luggage car for all passengers. Enjoy. ”
And indeed, it seems that something has visited during the night - the carriage at the back of the train is unusually neat, the piles of empty luggage stacked carefully near the back to make room for a huge array of wrapped objects. Void Santa, maybe? The difference between Void Santa and, say, one of the many Earth Santas or the Gyueran Spirit of Generosity, is that Void Santa doesn’t give you what you asked for.
It gives you something you wouldn’t have dared to ask for. That nerdy figurine that you eyed in the window of the store, the dress you weren’t brave enough to try on, the device you decided was too expensive. The poster of your favourite holostar, the latest risque novel from the local printworks… the list goes on.
You’ve got a present in here, better find it before someone else does!
Meltdown
You have arrived in a place which might remind you of Victoria London if Victoria London had floating palaces and was ruled by wizards.
Their rule is strict and any kind of Winter celebration is banned. You have been called by a group of rebels to help with an underground celebration.Team One
Distraction. Be out in the city, keep watch. If the guards get anywhere near the secret entrances distract them. Perhaps by being a lost tourist. Perhaps by causing mayhem. Make sure the organisers and party goers can arrive without a hitch.Team Two
A party is not complete without food. The party is being held underground and there isn't much in the way of kitchens and do help bake in people's houses and smuggle the food across the city. Careful of guards.Team Three
The venue needs decorating and the presents need wrapped. It might be an underground bunker but everyone is determined to make it the best festival ever, despite the risks. Help make it happen!Party
Mission complete it is of course time to party! Eat drink and be merry before you return to the void once more.
i need to make more icons. pretend they exist.
It's not that he's unaware there's someone else in the kitchens, standing in the doorway with an expression that he'd generously call 'poleaxed', it's just that for the moment it doesn't seem ... well, terribly important when weighed against the box full of familiar food from home as given by unknown benefactors.
But Q'uila is spared a glance when she mutters a completely unladylike curse, sharp blue eyes measuring for a long, long moment. There were Eorzeans onboard, he'd guessed as much by the names on the roster, and here's one now. Not a pleased one, by all appearances, but that's to be expected--
A blink, and for a few moments, ice blue eyes are eerily purple-red on black, but it's gone nearly as quickly as it had appeared, a mere breath or two of absolute focus.
Not Ascian, but rather alike to a certain Eikon-slayer. Some bare hint of tension bleeds away, and he returns to his unboxing with all apparent interest, as if Q'uila has been shifted to a category somewhere in the vicinity of completely nonthreatening. When he speaks, his voice is rougher than she might recall, a hoarseness that suggests some unhealed or poorly healed wound.
"Tis rude, I believe, even among your kind to lurk in doorways."
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"Like you care about that," She rolls her eyes as she steps into the kitchen properly to confront this Other Zenos, "And what sort of universe do you come from that you of all people know your way around a kitchen?!"
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"Ahh, so it is the secrets of the Galvus line you seek." Is that. Is that a joke, it certainly can't be, for his tone doesn't waver at all even as he finishes fishing out the ingredients he's interested in at the moment and surveys his plunder with satisfaction. "I shall allow you this one and this one alone: all of my kin, from child to graybeard, are well versed in culinary pursuits. Harder it is indeed to slip a poison past the lips of one who had a hand in their own meals."
He generally stuck with the practical and filling over the ridiculously elaborate, there was a lot to say that was good about a simple heavy stew instead of fancy things more 'suited' to the kin of emperors. "We are far from home, are we not? There is no Doma to fight for here, nor a Garlemald. Still your temper, for it is not I you should be wary of."