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voidtreckerooc2022-01-17 06:02 am
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Test Drive 032
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...
Kohaku Yuhara | Original
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!"
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"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.
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Kohaku paused. She'd seen a LOT of weird things since boarding the train, but there's something about the conga lying of frogs gently spinning in the air that she just couldn't deal with.
"I, uh...guess that makes it easier?"
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"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."
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No, it didn't actually touch her, but she still felt gross. She tried to wipe her helmet off and succeeded in smearing it worse. "Ugh, wouldn't say no to a hand though."
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For a moment, he debated on not actually helping, but in the end decided to be nice. Making his way over, making sure to always have a hold on something as he went, he grabbed onto her ankle and spun her slowly until he could reach her arm. "Too bad you can't put the crap back in the box and give it to them anyway."