Test Drive 032

[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!

Culinary Containment

Every month, the train's stores are filled with crates of ingredients for use by its passengers. And every month, one ingredient is the focal point of all recipes. Potatoes, cinnamon, seaweed… but as the train pulls away from the station this month, there seems to have been a blip in the system when it comes to deciding on a biologically-appropriate foodstuff.

Spilling out from the storage carriage and into the kitchen are hundreds of live frogs. They're in the sinks, they're in the ovens, they're hopping alarmingly close to the transgates that link the area up to the sleepers...

Vote-Rigging

At the behest of its passengers, the train has instituted a voting system to allow for more carriage options and upgrades. Passengers are able to submit new ideas, or crowdfund those already suggested...

It's the night before platform, and all through the train, no one was stirring... Apart from your group, with your stockpile of a thousand points and the luminous voting panel you're all currently pouring them into. Bouncy castle carriage? Funded! Fishing carriage? Funded! Clocks? Eh... You have the points. Funded!

Then it's simply a matter of waiting for the morning, and seeing the chaos you've caused to the layout of the Voidtrecker Express. What new delights have you discovered?

Repo Train

The Void Ministry have another task for the Express: locating and repossessing the contents of a number of minor storage craft in an old mercantile zone. The coordinates are given, a small fleet of space-worthy craft and sufficient hazmat gear has been deposited at the meeting site for Voidtrecker use.

The main area is cushy enough, a round communal area surrounded by living pods renovated for basic Voidtrecker requirements. The hangar above allows for groups to head to the next assigned storage location, or to return with their piles of lawfully impounded gains.

Team One

High-risk storage locations are this team's priority. Potentially explosive material, artifacts or experiments without the requisite paperwork explaining how or why they were made, sometimes living creatures, the kind that shouldn't have been left in a large metal crate habitat for a decade. Opening these areas is a study in initiative and dealing with unpleasant surprises!

Team Two

This team are the back-up for the first group - once the artifacts, creatures or hazardous material has been made safe and brought back, they have to be recorded. Scanned. Studied, and compared to the extensive lists of potential contraband or lost goods. Sometimes, they're not quite as safe as you'd like.

Team Three

Some locations, rather than being used for the storage for which they were intended, have been repurposed by sapients who have developed within the system since the depot was created. Short, furred people with clever, webbed hands and high voices, they've turned crates and ships into cramped, partially-submerged warrens. This team is cleared to assess the damage done, and, if the current official owners of the stores will agree, process the change in ownership to the Su Samuru. Not all owners are happy with their squatters, however...

Comments

Giglamesh Wulfenbach | Girl Genius

[schmott_guy]

-1: Culinary Containment-

Look we all know those frogs are getting everywhere, despite our heroes' best efforts. That includes, unfortunately, the bathrooms.

After an undignified yelp of surprise, Gilgamesh emerges from the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He's dripping wet and holding a dead frog at arms length by one leg. The poor bastard got stepped on, it seems. Gil doesn't look very happy about the situation.

"Anyone care to explain why there are frogs everywhere?"

-2: Repo-train, team two-

Gilgamesh looked like a kid in a candy store as he stared at the pile of damaged electronics. He was already taking apart what looked to be an old cam-corder with a screwdriver while muttering to himself as he went.

"-enormously complicated but cheaply made, they must make these things by the hundreds, if not thousands! I have no idea what THIS thing is but this looks like some kind of visual recording system so then THIS must be a power supply and I bet if I connect it to these parts over HERE then it looks like I can create a magnetic feedback loop and massively increase the power output! It'll burn out in minutes, but in the mean time I could use THAT to MAGNETIZE THE ENTIRE SHIP! This could be the foundation for a magnetic engine! Imagine it! An engine that grapples the magnetic field of nearby planets and superaccelerates the ship to a fraction of the speed of light! It would turn the crew into tomato soup but that's just an engineering problem! Once I sort THAT out-"

As he goes on, he's sounding steadily more and more unhinged, and also his hands are moving faster and faster. By now it's hard to keep track of what he's doing but he appears to be building some kind of device.

Maybe someone hit him on the head or something before he blows the ship up or worse?

Repo Train

[electricyousei]

Ruri is used to crazy ranting like this. Ok, most of what she knows involves pilots egos getting too big, but she has dealt with a few crazy engineers. Letting out a slight breath she looks over at Gil with the deadpan ire only a 16 year old girl can give.

"Do you want me to pull up a holographic schematic for you to try your theories on in a way that won't murder us all? Especially given that it is a......"

She peers over at the camcorder, "Ancient Sorny? It isn't even a Magnetbox.... I'm fairly certain the parts would burn out in seconds, not minutes."

1.

[creepyoldguy]

"What frogs?"

Beetlejuice tilted his head, managing to look as it he were staring right through the dead frog, and ignoring the living ones that were perched on both of his shoulders.

"I don't see any frogs. You havin' some sorta of void-induced hallucination?"

The demon figured if he had to be on the God/Satan forsaken train again, he was going to have fun.

GILLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!Re: Giglamesh Wulfenbach | Girl Genius

[agathaheterodyne]

"Not sure yet," Agatha said, bustling by. She skidded to the stop, and sorry, her eyes are locked on the squashed frog. "Are you planning to bring that one back or..." she stopped dead, looked up, realized who it was.

"Gil?" she whispered.

How had she missed him on the platform? Had she been that distracted talking to Leia and trying not to crash into Link? Or had it been...

Her hand rested on the butt of her newest death ray as she eyed him, thrilled to see him but also wary.

Which Gil was he?

Ronan Lynch | The Raven Cycle | OTA

[devilofaboy]

i. Culinary Containment

[Ronan was trying very, very hard not to accidentally squish any frogs while also keeping them as contained as possible. He might have been fighting a losing battle, but that wasn't really enough to deter him.

Currently, he was using a large mixing bowl with a lid to try and gather up as many frogs as he could, scooping them up out of the ovens and diving for them when they hopped towards the transgates. If they'd been more contained and not literally all over the place and in danger, he might have considered dumping the whole bowl of them into the transgate just to hear people scream. But also, he cared more about the frogs' well-being than that.

There were frogs on his shoulders. One was scaling his pant leg. Another, when he reached for it, evaded him and hopped at him to smack him directly in the face. Wordlessly, he recoiled, trying to catch the frog even as it tumbled down from his face. Help him.]

ii. Repo Train - Team One

[He hated the idea of animals being used in experiments. He hated the idea of any kind of creature being locked up for years even more. It made him want to punch something (or someone). Instead, he took a breath to try and even his nerves and approached one of the large containment crates.

Inside was an animal that looked like some kind of sheepdog. Literally, a dog crossed with a sheep. It had thick, dense wool coupled with the face of a dog and dog legs sticking out of the previously mentioned wool.]

You're okay.

[He said gently, crouching down in front of the crate as he wrestled it open. It was a far gentler tone than he ever used on people and there was a reason for that; he didn't think anyone was close enough to hear him.

He held out a hand to the quivering animal, waiting patiently until it crept forward to sniff at his fingers. Only then did he offer it a few pets before reaching into the crate to haul the animal into his arms. Its wool was horribly overgrown and matted, and the creature struggled for a moment or two before seeming to realize he wasn't going to hurt it.

Looking over, Ronan realized there was someone near by and said-]

What do you think's going to happen to-

[He didn't finish, glancing down at the weird animal in his arms, instead.]

iii. Raven Adventures

[Ronan was seated in one of the common carriages, feet kicked up onto the seat next to him while he browsed one of the books from the library. On the floor in the middle of the aisle was Chainsaw, his raven.

Breaking the relative silence was the sound of paper shredding and tearing. No, it wasn't Ronan's book, it was the welcome pamphlet that Chainsaw had gotten her beak on and was happily ripping apart. For the most part, Ronan didn't pay any attention to her, but if someone approached, Chainsaw looked up, cocking her head to the side, and said-]

Krek?

iv. Wildcard

[ooc: got another idea? Toss it my way! I'll also do prose.]

ii. repo train

[dreamforger]

[Kavinsky hadn't really been paying any attention to who else was on this expedition which felt rather like the world's worst fucking treasure hunt. The last crate he'd helped someone open had been significantly less docile, but he doesn't look that much worse for wear.

He'd caught a glimpse of a figure in his periphery, familiar, with the line of their shoulders sending a kick of longing like sparks through his chest. So he followed after him, needing to know for sure. He'd half expected it to just be some other buff guy with a shaved head, without Ronan's blue eyes or his soft touch under a forest of thorns.

But it's him, with some strange half-dog half-sheep creature in his arms, his voice gentle as he speaks to it. It makes K's eyes soften for a moment, thankfully hidden under white-rimmed sunglasses. He's still a bit awed at the whole idea of being here, at fucking-- space travel. This feels like it ought to be a dream, except that it's more hopeful than any dream Kavinsky has had in a while. And Ronan would be wearing far fewer clothes, and paying attention to him and not the weird creature in his arms.

He doesn't immediately answer the question. Instead he stands too close, rubs his fingers against the stubble of the other boy's hair. Always testing boundaries, what he was allowed without Ronan biting him for it. Not that he minded that either, most of the time.]

You planning on adopting it, Lynch?

[His mouth curls into a grin, amused and almost teasing, but not cruel as he could be. They'd been together. Things had been good. So he wasn't feeling as insecure as he could, wasn't feeling the need to lash out. But it was still admittedly an odd way to say hello.]

Kohaku Yuhara | Original

[infestedcouncilpresident]

-1: Culinary Containment-

Kohaku wandered the dining car with a sack. She didn't look to be particularly hurried, or even like she was paying that much attention. Despite this, she was dumping a surprising number of frogs into the bag.

It wasn't that she was particularly fast, it was just that she had a perfect sense of timing, and no matter how they jumped, the fleeing amphibians couldn't avoid her hands.

She actually snatched one out of midair as it jumped off of a kitchen counter.

"Oh no you don't. Into the bag with you."

-2: Vote-Rigging-

Did someone say Arcade Car?

An entire two floor car, filled with as many arcade machines as you can fit. Everything from Pong to DDR to Street Fighter V (or the copyright safe equivalent, if we have any Street Fighter characters around) is in here. They even have one of those old mechanical baseball games, which Kohaku was now focusing her attention on.

Despite her superhuman reaction times, Kohaku was having trouble with it. Which is fine, no one can be good at everything, but she was starting to get angry.

"Come ON you piece of shit the bases are LOADED I can't strike out NOW!"

-3: Repo-Train, team one-

If any of the ships had ever had artificial gravity, this one sure didn't. Or if it did, it had long since stopped working. Kohaku was slowly tumbling through the hold, struggling to find something she could grip. Eventually, she managed to grab one of the cargo crates, but the thing was so old that it broke open just from the pressure of her hand, unleashing the contents within.

At some point, it might have been fresh vegetables. Now, it was basically just a big box of slime, which started drifting through the cargo hold, including all over the helmet of Kohaku's space suit.

"FUCK!"

1

[betweenextremes]

Mala-Tam notices Kohaku's work, and starts to cause some of the frogs that are floating in the Force to move towards her.

"Let's see if we can get these locked up." Her gestures literally look like she's giving a bunch of flying frogs go-that-way directions as they float in a line towards Kohaku. As they do, more get swept up and join the conga line.

3

[devilofaboy]

Ronan was only better off in the sense that he was holding onto something and not floating aimlessly around the hold. He was close enough to witness what happened to Kohaku though, and he snickered.

"Language," he said, but he was still snickering, so it didn't come across as stern as he intended it to. He wasn't serious in the slightest; he swore like a sailor, himself. "Looks like you could use a hand."

Bruno Madrigal | Encanto

[persona_non_ratta]

Culinary Containment

With a bit of creative tucking and tying, Bruno had managed to turn his hoodie into a makeshift bag, and was currently snatching up frogs to pile into it. He was taking care not to hurt them as much as possible, but while the efforts to contain them seem to be going reasonably well, there's one big question on his mind as his hoodie-bag begins to fill up. "So... what exactly are we going to do with all these frogs once we catch them?", he asked. "I mean, it's not like there's a river or pond we can release them into on board."

Team Three

So... those sure were a whole race of non-human beings. However strange they appeared to him, though, they certainly seemed nice enough on the whole. And his familiarity with tight spaces certainly helped when navigating their cramped warrens.

While he could certainly understand the original owners of the ships and containers point, the fact was, that the strange little furry people had made this place their home. And he wasn't going to kick anyone out of their home if he could possibly help it. "Look, I know what the official owners are saying," he said. "But they've all been doing alright without these containers and things up until now. They're a lot more important to the Su Samuru than they could ever be to some shipping company."

Team 3

[electricyousei]

Ruri looked over at the older man and tilted her head, "Do you have a copy of the salvage agreement? Maybe we can find a loop hole in the salvage clause."

"I had a reputation at home for... Doing similar things and costing a few businesses some money, I don't see how this would be much different."

Culinary Containment

[stabgremlin]

"Considering you're not dead from touching them, I'd say there's a good chance they're edible," Came the admittedly somewhat snarky toned reply from the latest witness to the frogmageddon currently sweeping through the kitchen. Whatever Aden had expected to see upon entering the kitchen on this particular day- and he'd come to expect a lot of different things, really- this wasn't one of them.

A blue hand shot out to catch a runaway amphibian making a dash to escape the kitchen, fingers curling around the small creature lightly so as to not harm it despite his remark that they might just end up being lunch.

"Oh look, we even have a few volunteers," He added, in much the same tone as he tilted his head toward the frogs that had decided that the ovens were a good and safe place to hang out for a time, "Not that I'm volunteering to try and cook them."

While he'd learned to be less than picky about what he turned into a meal, there was a few limits to how adventurous he felt like being. And so, he gestured vaguely toward the other man and his makeshift bag full of frogs with the hand currently holding the squirming almost-escapee, "May I?"

He was already gathering them up in there, after all. Better that than just putting the frog he'd snatched up back down to make more mischief.

Re: Bruno Madrigal | Encanto

[animal_magicisim]

"Make friends with them?" Antonio asked cheerfully, helping to convince the frogs to stay calm in his Tio's hood. "Maybe they'll be like your rats and then you'll have all sortsa new friends!"

Sorry about that, I'm back!! Culinary Containment

[dyingpro]

Zagreus has been doing much the same as Bruno, only he's been using an empty burlap sack that had once contained rice to collect the little things. He's never seen one of these 'frogs' in person, so he doesn't know much about them other than three things: they are slippery, very wiggly, and very loud.

"I'm not sure, to be honest," he answers after wrangling one more into the sack and tying it closed. He carefully makes his way towards his fellow frog wrangler, trying not to step on any of the creatures with his fiery feet. "I think we could put some of them in the rock garden car, but not all of them. Maybe we could release some of them on a platform? What do these need to survive?"

Seriously, Zagreus doesn't know the first thing about frogs.

Wildcard

[oracle_for_hire]

The private car doors were usually closed when someone was in them, but this time was an exception. Because there was a curled up orange cat being a cat. Which meant he was sleeping in the door way, making it impossible to close the door; which left the man inside visible. Completely.

He was younger than Bruno, and at a first glance looked normal enough. Small glasses perched on his nose, messy brown hair, purple striped scarf over a green sweater that looked very old and worn, but comfortable for it. He was in the train provided pants which didn't quite hide one of the differences obvious on a closer look only... he had a prosthetic leg.

But then that might not be the thing Bruno notices on a closer look. Because the man is.. yes he is biting a crystal ball. He shoved it onto a stand that was set before him with a bit of a huff. "I refuse," he told it flatly. "I am not making my living telling fortunes for an ungrateful captive audience again. I'll find another way to help on missions, or I'll go back to teaching. But I am done with small minded idiots complaining to me when I see a future they don't like," he growled.

Spark opened an eye inward, lazily. "If someone beats you up for it again, at least I know where there are healers." The eye closed again. "Keep it down, will ya? I'm trying to nap."

Malekith | Marvel Cinematic Universe

[bornofthedarkness]

Repo Train -- Team Two

Well, he hadn't any need for the provided space-wears. His own garments suited just fine and if anything the rather tall creature faired a lot better here in the darkness of space where the few poisons was the obnoxious artificial oxygen. He didn't seem to keen on buddying up when items came to them for sorting and documenting. Instead, the Svartalfer stayed off to the side on his own documenting his findings in a language that may require later translating to most.

Biding his time, as it were, for opportunity to present itself.

Knowledge, as many know, a powerful tool. Most seem average level of craftmanship. He tinkered with a few that looked a bit worse for wear -- too long stored, or broken in various shuffles. Some more complex, others simply... useful monitoring units. One, in particular, catching his eye. Energy harvester? Don't mind if he does.


WILDCARD --
For anyone that wants to run into a six-foot-seven elf somewhere on the train or what have you.

[saint_14]

Saint is a tall man, but even then his full 6'4'' seems humble as he strides over to where Malekith is.

He's also not wearing provided protection. His own armor is an equally persistent presence, rarely changed out of but that was out of lack of need or want rather than necessity. The only time he truly needed it was during a fight. Its shining silver and vibrant purples their own contradiction.

He's affable and friendly often, not intending to be overly so, but some people aren't welcome to such associations. Still! Saint joins Malekith's side and gestures at his assortment of boxes. "Which ones of these are you finished with?" If Malekith taking something left and impression, it isn't voiced. He knows far too many slippery hunters to call a man on such a thing.

"This feels like a waste of energy. Only money to be gained in all of this." No growth, no glory, nothing that's of interest to him. Though maybe to some of the scientists aboard the train.

Mala-Tam Zaaraatt | Star Wars (post-ROS) OC

[betweenextremes]

1. Culinary Containment

Mala-Tam beams at the mess. "Klatoonian paddy frogs! I know so many recipes for them!" Of course, she recognizes the situation, so she takes a deep breath, raises her hands and starts making cupping motions with them. Frogs start to move and lift, and make startled croaks.

"Could you," she says in a distracted tone, "get something to hold them in?"

2. Repo Train - Team One

Mala-Tam isn't an experienced spacer, but she's traveled and had the basic emergency training you need when you're working supercargo.

She's also a Sith adept, so weird stuff comes with the training.

As the team approaches a large container, she raises one hand and closes her eyes for a moment. "I don't know precisely what it is, but it's angry, hungry, and large. Be ready." She draws the metal tube from the hook on her belt and presses a stud on it, causing an orange bar of energy to emerge from it for about a meter, then nods to show that she's ready. She tries not to show she's eager for the fight.

(She may not be doing very well on that last part.)

Culinary Containment

[stabgremlin]

On a scale from normal to why is this happening to me, Aden would say this counted as rather normal if somewhat unexpected. A kitchen full of frogs and powers that he was familiar with but didn't possess himself ranked fairly low on the strangeness scale, really. The train itself was much the same, despite the fact that he resented being on it in the first place.

"Sure," He said, delivering the affirmation in a neutral almost disinterested tone, moving to fetch a large stock pot with a lid. Given that he'd heard that exclamation about knowing so many recipes for the frogs, it seemed the logical choice if the amphibians were going to get cooked anyway.

"You're really going to eat them?"

Aden wouldn't call himself particularly picky when it came to food- if anything, he considered himself the adventurous sort. Frogs though. He couldn't say he was a fan conceptually. Maybe if the choice was between cooking and eating a frog and starvation. But then, he felt much the same about some other dishes popular in the wider galaxy too.

"Is it true that they taste similar to poultry when cooked?"

Beetlejuice | Beetlejuice the Musical

[creepyoldguy]

Vote-rigging

Beetlejuice hated with every fibre of his being that he'd been snagged again by the train. So, he was putting forth every effort to be an even bigger pain in the arse than he was normally.

And what better way to do so than by funding a carriage that no one wanted? If he had to suffer, everyone had to suffer.


Frogs

What's worse than living frogs everywhere?

Ghost frogs everywhere!

Beetlejuice had discovered, to his utter delight, he could nab the souls of the little amphibians that had met accidental (or "snack"idental) ends. For the most part he kept them in his pockets, but, a few he set loose in the cinema car and sleeper cars, hoping to annoy his fellow voidtreckers.

Vote Rigging

[electricyousei]

Ruri however, wanted to conduct an experiment. One that if she put forth the worst idea ever the train would either know better, grant it in the short term and then replace it as well as give another car, OR just make the residents suffer through it even though it was never used. None of them struck her as terrible and she didn't know anyone well enough to know what was missing so she just decided to go with it.

Still as she moved behind the ghost with the most, she picked up a dropped vote and looked at it, "And I thought Cats: The Musica: The Movie: The train car was the worst idea. You are very inventive."

Freddy Fazbear | Five Nights at Freddy's: What is security? | OTA

[glamdaddybear]

1. Culinary Containment

As part of the team tasked to cook this month Freddy was present as the frogs began to swarm from inside the storage carriage. While not all that skilled at fighting, the large animatronic was good at being able to grab smaller things and tracking small creatures. "Come here amphibious friend." he said, grabbing one of the frogs and stuffing it into the Pinata and Cake hatch on his torso.

"There are a few headed toward the transgates. Grab them quickly so this does not expand in search!" He points out pinpointing the four that had gotten quite close to leaving the kitchen car outright.

2. Vote Rigging

If he was honest, he hadn't expected many people to be all that interested in his suggestion of a carriage holding a stage for those who enjoy entertaining others. When he'd slipped his way, as best a seven foot animatronic bear could sneak, to the voting location with the collection of points he'd worked to ensure he had (some through talking around others, who'd had little use for their points) he had been surprised to find that there were more votes for it than he expected.

That was last night. This morning, stepping into the car, he couldn't help but feel at home. The stage was lit from above by multicolored lights, with a few bright spotlights coming from the front edge of the stage. The curtains were purple with bright pink stars and the whole thing was big enough that he and his whole band would have fit on it. "It's amazing! I want to put on a show, right now!" There was no routine disk, none of what he was used to having extra set up, but... to perform again, for more than just a few people at a time? He wanted that!

3. Repo Train - Team One

Freddy looked over the way the door of the container they were working on was chained to the next container, keeping it closed. He flexed one hand, as if assuring himself that it was functional before turning to his partner.

"I can remove the chain, but it looks as if it was put there to contain whatever is inside. Please be ready, in case it is hostile." He advised. One hand came up, palms and first lengths green, while the second segments were purple ending in thick back claws. He dug these claws into the chain, ears shifting up and down at the sound of metal on metal as he started cutting through the tough links.

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[devilofaboy]

Ronan had more than one concern with this situation. One; what the fuck was this thing? Two; how was he not squishing frogs merely by existing? Three; where the fuck had he just put that frog? Four; how was he talking?

Admittedly, Ronan spent a long minute staring at Freddy instead of going after any frogs, but this was wild. Even in his weirdest dreams, he hadn't come up with anything like this, and he'd dreamed up some weid shit. The boar that turned into a gassy cloud, for one, and the cat with humans hands, for another.

"What the fuck did you just do with that frog?" He asked, pointing at Freddy's torso hatch.

Despite his unease and how unsure he was about that Frog's continued survival, he turned and went after the four that were headed for the transgate. The downside was he only had two hands and there were more than two of them. He caught one, at least, and frightened two others away from the transgate, but the last one? Nope. Not that one.

Sakura Haruno | Naruto (AU)

[shatteredblossom]

Lost inside (TW: Confusion, irritability, and other symptoms due to dehydration)

[Sakura came to awareness with a pain-filled groan. She felt like shit. She had cramps all over and felt weak, barely able to move. Closing her eyes in annoyance, she tried to calm her rapid heartbeat and swallowed. Or she tried to.

Her throat felt so dry...Why was it so dry? Letting out a small moan of discomfort, she opened her eyes and slowly turned her head to see where she was.

Expecting the sight of anything familiar, she frowned tiredly at the strange environment she was in. This wasn't Konoha...Or even anywhere outside. Was she inside some building? Looking around for her teammates, she frowned in confusion when she didn't see them.

Where was her team? Kakashi-sensei...Naruto...and Sasuke-kun...Wait! Naruto and Sasuke! Where were they?!

Jolting to attention, she tried pushing herself up to look around in alarm. Shaking, it took her several tries before she could look around, crying weakly for her teammates.]

N-N-Naruto! Sas-Sasu-Sasuke-kun! Where are you?!

[Panic rose like a tidal wave as she looked around desperately for them. Where were they?! They couldn't have left without her! No! Not again! I just got them back!

Standing up on shaking legs, she feverishly searched for her teammates as she shivered intensely. She was so cold! Why? What was going on?! There was something in the back of her mind that was trying to tell her something but she was panicking too much to care.

Staggering around as she looked for them in the cars, she froze when she noticed someone watching her. Turning slowly to meet the others' eyes, she frowned and opened her mouth to ask before her suspicion shook her core. Maybe she was captured by enemies! Maybe the others were captured as well!

Glaring at the strangers, she staggered dangerously towards them, her eyes unfocused yet filled with dark intent.]

Where are my teammates?! Where...WHERE HAVE YOU TAKEN ME?!


Shattered (TW: Memories of deaths, war times, survivor's guilt and self-hate)

[After getting some liquids and rest in her, she was starting to feel better. She was still weak but she could think clearly now. The more her mind cleared, the more her memories returned. Specifically the memories of her death and the events leading to it.

Naruto...Sasuke...they were gone. This time for good. She couldn't free them from that seal even if she wanted to. And that was if they had even survived being sealed with that monster.

Tears started to drip down her face as everything she had been through these last couple of weeks collided with her. All of the death, all the pain...Her hands bloody from all the failed procedures, the screams of the dying, her friend's dads' deaths...What was it all for?

She had lost them again...Naruto and Sasuke. Her dreams of bringing them back home were fading as reality stared her down. She was never going to see them again. Naruto, Sasuke-kun, Kakashi-sensei...her friends, Shizune-senpai, Shishou...Ino.

I'm sorry Ino. ...Looks like I failed again. Still as useless as before it seems...heh. Why...Why did you ever believe in me? Why...Why did they save me?

The memories of her boys' faces as they pushed her away from Kaguya, sad yet determined filled her head. Of their genin times, all the times they had protected her. Their fight when she found out they had joined the Akatsuki...

Kakashi-sensei's warm embrace as he desperately held her after her nearly fatal mission...That same man, prioritizing her survival as they struggled through that desert...His cold hands slack as she desperately tried to wake him.

Her first kiss with Ino...the teasing of their friends as she blushed furiously. Shizune's kindness as she struggled with Tsunade's teachings. Tears ran down her cheeks as she remembered everything. Curling into herself, she stared unseeing at the ceiling of the car as she silently cried for all she has lost.]


Is it too late to apologize?

[A couple days after her arrival, Sakura decided to try out the network. She was quite new with technology like this, having only seen such advanced technology in desperate times. Still, she had some apologies to do...So weird technology it is.

A message for everyone starts with hoarse coughing before a raspy deep breath and quiet, hesitant voice breaks the silence.]

Hello everyone...This is Haruno Sakura. When I arrived a few days ago, I was...out of control and disoriented. I apologize for any discomfort I caused anyone while I was in this state. I am still recovering but I hope to be of help once I recover. I specialize in physical injuries but there may be things I can do with mental health.

If you're wondering why I'm doing this voice call instead of contacting the people I bothered...the details from that time are fuzzy for me. The fever and dehydration did wonders for my awareness. Thank you for your time.


Moondust

[After a couple days of recovering from dehydration, she was feeling better. She felt strong enough to walk around and talk to the others here. There was quite a collection of strange people here. She just hoped they wouldn't turn out like her loved ones.

Interacting with strangers was hard for her to do, still feeling the hole in her heart from the loss of her loved ones. But she had promised those same people to try and live her life. With or without them...

After many hours of social interaction, she had decided to retreat to a secluded area of one of the carriages. She sat there staring at the windows with her knees up to her chest. Her head rested on her knees as she stared at the sights past the glass.

Completely still, she only moves to open her mouth when someone approaches.]

...Do you think we'll see them again? Our loved ones? Or are we destined to never see them again...

Let's go with shattered, wheee

[first_host]

[For someone that isn't a healer or tracker, you always have ways of finding out about things going on on the train. Whether that be through friends, or hearing rumors of things running wild. More of the latter in this particular case, but the names that had been yelled when she'd arrived half crazed was what had caught her attention the most. Someone that was from their world, or some semblance of it, she'd come to realize that time wasn't exactly the same everywhere.

Which might be why she's done her due diligence in hunting the girl down, wrapped in a more practical leather and fur coat that covers the majority of the red polo and a good bit of the cargo pants that go with it. Though her red hair is, for the time being, pulled up into the usual buns she tended to be depicted with.

She almost hopes she recognizes she's there before she speaks, but given the motions...

Well, she didn't.]

You gave everyone quite a fright out there, you know. Not exactly normal that someone ends up on the train acting like that. [Her voice remains soft, empathetic, not accusatory in the slightest.]

I take it that you lost some people very important before you ended up here? And that things weren't... in the best of circumstances? [Hey, if nothing else, she at least has kept up with storing her chakra much in the same way her granddaughter did, something to tie her to the familiar.]

Ryou Bakura | Yu-Gi-Oh! (manga+dsod)

[rolltoavoidpossession]

1. Culinary Containment

[With the frogs wandering loose on the train, it's all hands on deck in trying to contain them to one car. Ryou is currenty halfway under a table in Standard, reaching for a stray frog hiding underneath.]

Almost...got you! [Triumphant, he emerges from under the table, frog securely in his hands.] Let's get you back where you should be.

2. Repo Train, Team One

[While Ryou is being cautious with the stuff being found, aware that not all of it is safe, he's still Ryou Bakura at the end of the day. And what that means is that when he ends up with an unlabeled mystery crate that needs opening, he's willing to take the risk of getting it opened.]

Hey, want to help me open this one? [At least he's getting backup on this instead of just trying to open it himself, since there's no clue on what's inside.]

3. Obligatory YGO Prompt

[Look, Ryou's a Yu-Gi-Oh character and he apparently built an occult deck back home, it should be no surprise to find him in the Games car going through the Duel Monsters cards. He doesn't seem to be trying to build a deck though, instead just seeing what's there.]

Oh, Change of Heart! [His favourite card. He's just going to set that aside for now.]

3. Obligatory YGO Prompt - Sorry for the incoming confusion.. but omg it's a Ryou!

[storms_eye]

[As soon as Silvia stepped into the gaming car and caught sight of that familiar poof of hair, she stopped suddenly in her tracks. She raised one arm defensively in front of her chest as a wave of mixed emotions started flooding through her. Had she only been a little more observant or seen this other person from the front she might have realized this was a case of mistaken identity.

It might have stopped her from what she was about to say... and prevented her from making a scene.]

I guess this means you've run out of treasure to collect elsewhere. [Though she didn't like the edge in her voice, once she got started there was no way to prevent her from finishing the thought] .. Don't be under any delusions that you can pick up where you left off. I'm not going to fall for any of your flirtatious insinuations this time. [... In a few moments, Silvia was going to feel like a colossal idiot]

Prince Lear | Pokemon Masters

[screwtherulesihavehoopa]

i. culinary containment

"HOOPAAAAAA!" A loud, pompous voice can be heard ringing through the carriage. "What have you gotten into this time-" Lear catches himself as he throws the door open to the storage carriage, seeing for himself the clear sight of hundreds of frogs spawning all over the kitchen.

And no Hoopa in sight to blame. Lear clicks his tongue in annoyance, remembering that his adored, yet irritating friend isn't with him on this train. He's just so used to this kind of thing from the little dijinn, whether it was summoning a herd of Tauros to make mischeif, or dropping a Pokemon on his head to wake him up in the morning...

Just as he thinks about that, a frog leaps onto his head and he screams, offended at the mere chance of such a thing happening.

"Argh!" He grabs the frog in one hand and snaps impatiently with the other, somehow managing to still remain poised throughout the whole thing. He's so used to cleaning up after Hoopa's messes that the whole motion feels almost natural to him, he doesn't even look at who he's addressing.

"You! Get me a broom!"

...Clarification. He's used to cleaning up after Hoopa's messes himself...and also with the assistance of his loyal retainers. Or whoever else happens to be near at the time.

ii. vote rigging

Hello. It's probably normal for a member of royalty to be surrounded by riches. Surely seeing Prince Lear surrounded by a bunch of odd-looking, rainbow-colored gemstones, all etched with a little star pattern...seeing this is normal.

...no wait what is normal about this. The entire carriage room is full of these things. why did you do this.

Anyone asking him what the hell he's got on him will recieve a very pompous response of "Sync stones!"

...bitch what the fuck is a sync stone and why you got so many? was this necessary? why????

iii. wildcard

[ooc: feel free to come up with your own prompt!]

VOTE RIGGING time to send a pokemon crau oh boy

[luckydragonsfoot]

Sync stones, this guy said. Katsuya- a small galarian ponyta under one arm, and a shorn wooloo on the ground beside him- rubs his head with his free arm.

"Alrigh'," he eventually says.

"Th' hell's a sync stone then?" And why is there a whole??? Pile of them here, what's going on?? "Plannin' on makin' a killin' next stop or somethin'?" Because, obviously these are for resale right?

...

Right?

kanan jarrus | star wars

[kanyounot]

Team One

[ Did a blind guy volunteer for the most dangerous part of this mission? Yes, he absolutely did, and no one would've been able to convince him not to go. He has a certain air of calm, a certain self-assuredness to him that is difficult to dismiss. And he definitely doesn't need help navigating strange places, despite his apparent handicap.

This crate moves. And, in fact, it growls. ]

Stand back. I got this.

[ Popped open, there is, indeed, an animal inside. What it looks like, obviously Kanan doesn't know. But he knows what it feels like. It feels trapped, and scared, and ready to lash out at whoever or whatever reaches for it. So, he reaches out a hand, and concentrates for a moment.

The creature calms. It's simple enough to slip a harness on it, bring it out - whatever it is, whether it's got fur or feathers or scales, no matter how big or vicious it is, how sharp its claws - it's calm now. Willing to go with its rescuers with no threat of violence. ]

Training gym

[ The blind guy is meditating on a mat. Or, eventually, he trains - finds a stick of some sort to wave around in slow, carefully-memorized movements. This is obviously a familiar round of training. ]

Wildcard

[ Find him anywhere - dining car, kitchen, whatever! ]

[making up something for the animal...]

[spacetogrow]

[Ilphyl isn't going to tell the blind human (?) what he can and can't do. Presumably, he knows what he's doing, and it's not like Ilphyl themself hasn't done some stupid shit while unable to see.]

You found a friend.

[Sure, it looks like 'someone tried to draw a griffin when they had no idea what an eagle looked like, only that it was a predatory bird, and the only birds the person had seen were waterfowl'. On the other hand, it was probably a meat-eater, based on the beak, and big enough that Ilphyl's own posture has shifted to neither look like a threat nor prey. They also have a Speak with Animals spell ready just in case, since they aren't sure if this counts as a natural animal or not.]

Genjo Sanzo | Saiyuki (Possible CRAU from El Nysa? We'll see)

[smithandwesson]

I. [Culinary Containment]

Genjo Sanzo did not understand what the big deal was. So there were a bunch of frogs running loose. So they were supposed to be this month's shipment supply of food. Was a frog edible? What was so wrong with frogs? Catch enough of them, and that's more than enough protein to sustain a person.

He made his way to the kitchen carts, splattered in a small amount of what could only be described frog gunk, only to slap the handful of four or five dead frogs that he had already hunted down into the counter—looking dead-eyed at the current person working at the stoves.

"Get cooking."

II. [It Isn't Vote Rigging If It's Something Necessary. And Who Wouldn't Want One Of These?]

Seriously. It was stunning that the train didn't have one of these already. The Express had a training gym and an armory, didn't they? So how could they not possibly have a shooting range???

So yeah. Enjoy your new state-of-the-art, still clock-free shooting range, guys, for all your target practice needs. Sanzo is already in there, pistol in hand as he practices his rounds. Ridiculously well-aimed shots that they were.

He had been in here since he brought the cart into existence the night before.

Who needs sleep when you can practice how to shoot?

III. [And Somehow He Got Team Three- Figures]

Not that he minded that much or anything. As willing as he was to land himself into an opportunity for some good old-fashioned violence- He was just as happy to not over-exert himself. Deligation required less running around. It gave him more time to rest. The only real issue was how stubborn the original handlers were.

It was apparent the little furry bastards had made a community and home for themselves, so what was the big deal?

He let out a sigh, turning to his team with the tired expression and natural leadership skills of someone who had to do this sort of thing one too many times over already.

"Alright, you bastards. It seems the original ministry will be giving us a hard time over letting this go, so we're here to look things over and then tell them otherwise. You all ready to assess what's going on in these shipment crates for yourselves?"

IV. [WILDCARD]

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III now with embarassing dad

[its_dad_sanzo]

And here's Koumyou Sanzo, raising a hand like he's in a class and not talking to his very grumpy, grown-up son.

"...I... may not have actually understood the mission..."

He lowers his hand to scratch idly at his jaw, and then points over at one of the small, fuzzy locals scurrying around in the background.

"Aren't these little guys the new owners? The... Su-somethings?"

Lucien 👁 Critical Role

[concentrated_dick]

Culinary Containment:

The Nonagon was currently doing something he was real good at. Sneaking into a place he shouldn't be and picking through belongings that he had no right to be picking through in the first place.

It was a simple desire he was trying to sate, one for food and sustenance. He didn't want to wait until he was supposed to eat and like hell did he want to have to eat a meal around other people. No, his was that of a private affair. Meal for one and all that.

Lucien, while simply wanting to satisfy the needs created by his eyes, found the chaos that was unfolding before him, far too entertaining to simply pass by. Opening a door to free more frogs, he even scooped a handful up and ushered them through some vents in the wall, y'know because he's just that kinda helpful guy.

That's when he heard you coming in, while he was midway sneaking back out of the kitchen with a pocket full of food that didn't belong to him. Catching your gaze amidst the madness unraveling, he gave his most innocent expression (which wasn't that innocent, let's be honest.) "Would ya look at that?" Came his thick, Irish accent, rolling off that silver tongue of his. "Good luck finding your Prince in this lot."

Repo Train: Team Three

You know who really didn't want to be on this team? That's right, the Purple Tiefling who was bringing up the rear of the group. Casual and without any try desire to be taking part, Lucien found himself a nice spot to stop and watch the rest of his team hard at work, unlike him.

It would have been nice for a heads up wouldn't it? Seeing as he saw the furry little things creeping around in the shadows, in and out of crates That was none of his business though was it? Heck, he even snapped off a part of a supply he was currently nibbling on, handing it out to one of the creatures, admitting those webbed little hands.

"I for one like them. Who are we to evict them? If life is smart enough to find a way on its own, should we really be interfering?" He's just stirring the pot, he's not exactly an advocate for their rights or anything.

Wildcard?
(ooc: Bring your own scenario! I can go with the flow easily! Likewise, hit me up with a PM if you want to plot something specific? )