voidtreckerooc | Test Drive 032

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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...

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-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?

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.]

-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!"

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."

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.

Edited (MORE AWAKE NOW) 2022-01-18 04:02 (UTC)

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.)

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.

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.

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...

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.]

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!]

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! ]

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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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? )

Threaded | Flat

Culinary Containment

Vote-Rigging

Repo Train

Team One

Team Two

Team Three

Giglamesh Wulfenbach | Girl Genius

Ronan Lynch | The Raven Cycle | OTA

Kohaku Yuhara | Original

Bruno Madrigal | Encanto

Malekith | Marvel Cinematic Universe

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

Beetlejuice | Beetlejuice the Musical

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

Sakura Haruno | Naruto (AU)