Test Drive 033

[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!

Colour Wheels

The passengers of the Voidtrecker Express have been requesting an art carriage for over a year, and now that one has been provided, it's overflowing with supplies. Not just the paints, minerals, fabric and other materials that came with the carriage itself, but the cases and bags full of arts and crafts materials from a variety of passenger worlds.



Some are mundane - oil pastels, bright skeins of cotton thread, primed canvases and blocks of white clay. Others are enchanted - sparkling squares of soft fabric, wooden beads that hum a note when strung with others. Talismans that animate the mannequins– hm, those shouldn't be here. In any case, there's more than enough here to be getting on with!

Second-Hand Embarrassment

Valentine's Day isn't generally celebrated among Void-capable peoples. The literature is divided as to why this might be, but when the Voidtreckers awaken one day to find the entire train bedecked in pinks and reds, paper hearts littering the aisles, they might be closer to working it out. Someone must have suggested it to the train.



Not only has the train embraced the concept, but throughout the day, the ICPs ring out with announcements - valentines messages between Voidtreckers. Did either Voidtrecker ask for this announcement? Unknown. "Attention, passengers. It has come to my attention that [name] has strong feelings for [name]."

Minor Inconvenience

The Voidtreckers have been landed on Fero Minor, a small, out-of-the-way world, with the sole brief of ensuring that the Fero High School festival is a resounding success. The brief is also entirely up-front about why this is so important - Fero Minor exists as a prison for a being so powerful that their wishes become reality and their dislikes are immediately unmade. Or, rather, an infant form of one. While not quite that powerful yet, the being has developed a fixation on a cultural school festival, and if it doesn't go as they hope, the world will collapse in on itself and all life will end.


The instability of the Fero entity has led many of the hired citizens of the world to leave before their contracts are up, and the festival is chronically short-staffed.

Team One

This team is responsible for manning the haunted house. Or, in fact, the actual pit of ghouls and ghasts that a section of the compound has become under the force of the entity's enthusiasm. The monsters must be kept within their area, kept under control… or perhaps slain, and the Voidtreckers replace them as the terrifying haunts of this attraction.

Team Two

For a festival running out of staff, there sure are a lot of food stalls, and just as many game kiosks. Team two must man both of these - there are ingredients and materials aplenty, at least. Pick something you can cook, or set up a trial or minigame. Or, instead, mill around and try out other stalls. The festival would look weird without customers, after all!

Team Three

Of course, the triumphant finale of any festival - the entity has decided - is the performance. Team three must plan, rehearse and put on a show to be remembered, whether that be a play, a gig, a talent show, or something entirely different. Stage fright need not apply - if this show is a bust, it's bye-bye Fero Minor.

Comments

Hunk | Voltron

[ironchef]

Second-Hand Embarrassment

"Wow, I guess the train's making up for having every other god except for cupid on it," Hunk's joking to the person next to him before the train makes another announcement. "How did the train figure out Earth months in comparison to... weird word months? What planet is it from again? Or is it just a number like some of the others."

Depending on who it is being ratted out this time, either Hunk gives them a friendly, "I guess the train's trying to set you up, huh? If you need any help with a romantic dinner, let me know. I have a great recipe for this month's ingredient." Or, heaven-forbid if it's him that the train calls out? "It's just as friends! I promise. The people here are so cool, honestly. How can I not like you?"

Minor Inconvenience - Team One or Two

Okay, so, reality benders? Kind of a scary situation. He doesn't want to provoke that. Nope. But he does absolutely want to cook.

He's got little plates of hors d'oeuvres set out, homemade cakes, yogurt and chocolate dipped fruits, all kinds of great things. He's really throwing his all into it (but he always does when he cooks). "Are all missions like this? If so, count me in. This is a piece of cake... Literally, I'm also making cake. Can you get it out of the oven for me before it burns? Mitts are over there."

He'll take care of it if the other person doesn't, but Hunk's already doing a balancing act worthy of a tightrope walker trying to move around three trays at once. If he rushes, he risks a culinary disaster and then his very soul will hurt. Imagine a pile of lost food. Imagine that. It's terrible, and no one should be subjected to that nightmare. Let alone a teenage elder god brain or whatever's happening with this thing.

---

At one point disaster does strike, and a loose monster from the haunted house rampages right towards his stall. His stall, complete with everything he just made, especially those perfectly melted tiny smores. Cue a teenager in an apron holding a laser-powered minigun ready to shoot if he has to.

"How did that get by everyone at the haunted house?! That feels like someone's trying to sabotage the festival."

Disaster

[elevatoravatar]

"We were busy removing anything of worth from those minions of darkness that we felled in case there was a subjugation quest."

With that Elizabeth follows in an unhurried manner, yawning slightly as a horrible black monster materializes behind her.

"For the price of those tiny marshmallow and chocolate things, I shall dispose of the monster if you are not strong enough to handle the task."

Minor Inconvenience

[redprayer]

“I cannot say what the ‘missions’ are normally like,” Rezo admits, “But this seems an interesting way of protecting this world.”

Rezo personally does not want to cook, or at least he’s doubtful that this is an area he should be trusted with when the fate of a world is at stake but unfortunately, he was way too prideful to come out and say it when tasks were being assigned.

Thankfully this young man seems to know what he’s doing and Rezo isn’t so prideful that he’s going to ignore Hunk’s instructions. Rezo manages to grab the mitts without knocking into anything else on the surface and obediently retrieves the cake.

Of course, now that Rezo has the cake, he is not entirely sure what to do with it, so he’s just looming about uselessly with a cake in his mitt-clad hands. “Does this go out front with the others…?”

Second-Hand Embarassment

[yearrounder]

"Gods, don't even joke about that." Honestly, Annabeth can't even believe that the gods aren't listening, and really, Cupid is the worst, apparently.

Well. Short of Hera, anyway. If nothing else, at least it seems like her cow curse is on hold on the train. That's something of a relief for now. Until all the pink and hearts had showed up. And here with no Percy to torment with them. She would have loved to chuck heart-shaped glitter all over his hair.

"Trust me, you don't want to make Cupid angry. He's not all love pink and warm fuzzies and hearts. He uses a weapon for a reason."

embarrassment

[wishalone]

Kyoko will never, ever, ever think something like, 'maybe it's a good thing Mami isn't here after all.' But if the train is gonna pull this kinda shit...

What do you call the kind of embarrassment that comes from 'man, I would be so screwed if things had turned out differently'? Because that's where Kyoko is right now. She is deep in it. Mired. And sits like she's in trouble anyway, paranoid, slouched heavily in her seat with her shoulders up around her ears defensively.

"I'unno." Her reply to his question about where the train is from is a grouchy grumble. As for his other question... "For all we know, it ain't even actually Valentine's Day. And the train's just doing this 'cause." That said... Unlike other people, Kyoko doesn't think the train is doing this to be mean or anything. "It would totally be on point for her to be thinking she's actually helpin', and doin' it without asking anybody."

Second-Hand Embarrassment

[ballseeker]

Bulma... laughs as the train announces that she has feelings for, of all people... her husband. Of course she has strong feelings for him, despite being a little troll doll of an alien, and after kids and everything... it would be odder if she didn't. Anyway - Hunk's offer is met with a warm smile. It's a very sweet offer some someone she doesn't even know, and since she's not exactly a cook herself, she thinks it's probably best if she takes him up on the offer if he wants to.

"Well, I think it might be a bit more work than you may be used to, feeding a saiyan." After all, Bulma herself wasn't a massive appetite, but Vegeta tended to eat enough for four or five people in a sitting to be even close to satisfied. And after a day of harder training.. she might as well run a buffet in their home, really.

"But it is a kind offer. I just find it funny that the train feels the need to announce it as if Vegeta and I aren't already married."

Yota | Maple Town: Palm Town Chapter

[bitternessoflife]

Colour Wheels
[The new art carriage certainly catches Yota's eye, having been sent back and forth so soon, he could easily get around to being here again! Besides, more sewing material.
He happily stitched and sewed, humming a tune and embroidering pretty little patterns and designs. Flowers, cats, even a rabbit... he wasn't expecting beads that hummed, but hey, more music!]

[dragoonrouge]

[Q'uila was mostly focusing on her own sketching but Yota's stitching was interesting to watch. She nudges as reel of shining silver thread across the table towards the cat.]

This would make for a good accent colour.

Alfredo Martini - Romeo's Blue Skies

[unbrokenpride]

Minor Inconvenience - Team Three

Alfredo had read a number of plays in his lifetime, so, helping to put together a simple school play shouldn't be too hard! He could write it and possibly also help with the special effects, given the stunts he bested the wolf pack with, despite the chimney sweeps being at a physical disadvantage.

"We could do something based on a fairy tale or other simple storyline. You won't have a hard time memorizing the lines if it's something short and familiar, right? Do you have any favourites?"

He hoped to learn what stories were common in their home worlds and piece together something close-to-universal!

HELLO

[myblueskies]

"I'll try really hard!" Of course he would! His memory isn't bad, even if he doesn't remember any of his life. He remembers Alfredo though, or at least he has four memories and they were all about Alfredo.

It tells him that he was a very important person to him and he had learned that even more when he had been on the train. This Alfredo wasn't that Alfredo because sometimes things were tricky like that but he hoped they would be great friends all over again!

"Um I know some fairy tales but they are all a bit sad..." Was it okay to put on a sad play? Would people like that?

Elizabeth | Persona 3/Q/Q2/Fighting Round the World

[elevatoravatar]

Color Wheels

Elizabeth is there, looking over talismans, putting them on mannequins and then noting things in her book.

"Hrm, were I the type to create an army of soulless minions, I suspect the master would be quite cross with me, yet, as I am no longer under his protection I wonder if such an idea would help further my understanding of things."

Then as one of them starts to walk away, she peers over at it as Thanatos appears and cuts it in half.

"However they don't appear to be worth bothering to spar with."

Minor Inconveniences: Team One

There is a joyous squee as the demons start to surge forth from the pit of despair. Wit there there is a joyous battle cry as Elizabeth hoists her persona compendium over her head and charges.

"Come to me warriors! For we shall have a most joyous battle here! We will teach these minions of darkness what true fear is."

With this she holds her hand up to her face and laughs a terrifying laugh and starts swinging her book like a club.

Open Ideas

You got something you want to do with Liz, go for it. She's nuts, but open for most anything!

Team One

[healerscorned]

Dear Architect, she's like the demented love child of Sheba and Zenobia. ...Pff, in Sheba's dreams, maybe. Probably. Definitely.

[Of course, Nia doesn't let this fact distract her from the fight. Sadly, she's all too used to such eccentric personalities.]

Happy Chaos | Guilty Gear

[bheithbeo]

[Colour Wheels]

Oh boy this was interesting. Moving mannequins? Oh that seemed so useful! For... strictly artistic purposes, of course. Performance art was art, and performance art could be anything.

So maybe that's why there is a pitched art mannequin boxing match going on right now, complete with improvised weapons. Come on in and bet on your tiny little mannequin mixed martial art master, don't win anything but the sensation of having guessed correct, maybe get pasted between the eyes with some glitter glue, who knows, sky's the limit!

If you need Chaos, he's looking for more mannequins to animate, obviously having a great time, considering all the colors of the goddamn rainbow in his hair right now. Seems like this little impromptu battle tournament might have been going on for a while.

[Second-Hand Embarrassment]

He's not paying too much attention to the announcements. That might be because he's too busy picking glitter glue off his hands, scattering flakes of it oh... just about everywhere. Though at some point, he does eventually look up. If it's for whoever he's closest to, the poor bastard's going to get a loud and cheerful "Hey man, congrats! Good luck!"

And if it's him? "Oh sure, probably. Wouldn't doubt it. Bet they're perfect, actually."

[Minor Inconvenience: Team One]

One of the bonuses to not owning much: not much to bring. He's got one gun, maybe two if he's feeling extra spicy. Don't ask where the second one came from, the answer will make absolutely no sense.

Something something 'killed monsters will have to be replaced' blah blah, a ghoul without arms or legs is still technically alive. They don't have blood, they're already dead.

"Rule's aim for the head, right? Just comparing notes, pretty sure there's roughly twenty types. All headshots?"

Colour Wheels

[dyingpro]

Zagreus is honestly entranced by the little mannequins fighting. Once he'd discovered them, he'd found himself pausing, then watching, then earnestly getting into the fights and the potential for various matches, from sword on sword to bare-"knuckle" brawling.

After about half an hour of this - and really, it is a gods-damned miracle that Zagreus has stayed still in one place for so long - Zagreus has even started crafting his own miniature weapons to test, currently working on shaving down a couple of razor blades with a metal file, into miniature katanas. Never let it be said he's not taking mannequin combat seriously.

Peter Parker | MCU

[hashtagparkerluck]

Color Wheels

After all this time there's now an arts in crafts car. Peter's not so interested in that as he is in the glue and rubber cement. He can use these things in the lab so he'll just be taking a couple of bottles and shoving them in his hoodie pocket.

"Uh... I need them for.. a thing." Peter rambles out when he sees someone watching him. "I'll bring it back."


Not so Second Hand Embarrassment

Everything is covered in reds and pinks. He didn't think the train was that big on holidays. Whatever, he's not that into Valentines day anyway and makes his way to the kitchen, when he does the ICP comes up and 'I has come to my attention that Peter Parker has strong feelings for-'

He's blocked out the rest on account of his face going red and choking on his coffee. "WHAT?" Yeah, it would be him that gets called out. Does this mean the train is bullying him?


A minor inconvenience | Team 1

"Okay, I officially hate school dances... or festivals." Says the sixteen year old, a grumpy look on his face. What was with all the school functions he goes to having such high stakes? He lets out sigh and quietly webs some ghouls to the walls of the haunted house when they seem to be getting a little too close to others.

Second hand embarrassment

[healerscorned]

Oho? Well, who's the genius Parker gone all moon-eyed for? I couldn't hear it over your squawking.

[Regardless of whether or not the Train is bullying him, Nia certainly is.]

Team 1

[elevatoravatar]

Elizabeth peers at Peter, and the webs before tapping her chin, "I have never been to a school dance, festival or... Other than a brief visit a school. Do you not like dancing? Or is it the school aspect that disturbs you?"

"Or does it have to do with the spirit of the spider you seem to be possessed by. Does it lead you to having women try to canibalize you?"

pahja nyancoya (warrior of light) | ff xiv [ou]

[likeyouknow]

➔ COLOR WHEELS

The moment Pahja learns there's a carriage specifically for art is the moment she books it towards it, and once inside disappears for hours from the rest of the cars. The normal materials she expects, but the rest -- all the fantastical options -- capture her attention. Sure, textiles might not be her forte, but who's she to turn down any chance to play around with what's on offer?

Which is how she ends up draped in a patchwork cloak, gently chiming wooden beads into a gentle tune; the smile across her face is wide, and there's a talisman hanging off her wrist. It doesn't seem to do anything except be exceptionally shiny, but out of the corner of her eye--

What's that? Did something move? Pahja stops, waving at the nearest person she can see. "My apologies, but-- Did you see something just then?"

➔ SECOND-HAND EMBARRASSMENT

The train itself trying to expose everyone's secrets is hilarious, at least according to Pahja. Victims of it will find a helpful, comforting pat on the back and a flash of a fanged grin.

It's when her own name is called that has Pahja shrugging it off in the vain hope no one will attempt to get her to explain further. 'Attention, passengers. It has come to my attention that Pahja Nyancoya has strong feelings for [indistinguishable].' Leaning towards the person closest to her, she raises a brow. "Strong feelings, huh? I would think that they would specify positive or negative."

➔ MINOR INCONVENCE; TEAM TWO

Pahja has no clue what a school festival is, but she does know a fair few games -- which is why she's hastily scribbling four numbers on cards with surprisingly decent illustrations. She's setting aside two decks of five, and then two more before handing one to her partner and gesturing to the board she's set up.

"So there are extra rules but I think... that might be too much for people to handle, so we're going to stick to the basics. Higher numbers flip lower numbers, person with the most cards at the end when the board is full wins."

[ post-endwalker, please let me know if you'd like me to avoid spoilers. also feel free to throw something else at me if none of these work! ]

Second hand embarrassment

[healerscorned]

I'm almost certain that the Train doesn't understand the holiday half as well as it's pretendin' it does. It's tryin', sure, but it's still coming off as half-arsed.

emet-selch ( final fantasy xiv ) ou / possible endwalker spoilers.

[apokroteo]

COLOUR WHEELS;

[ Emet-Selch is not particularly impressed.

The only thing that even vaguely catches his interest are the sparkling, enchanted items in the carriage, and even they don't seem to be particularly fantastic. Not in comparison with what he is most accostomed to, at least, and it's clear from his features just how unimpressed he remains.

He hovers, at least for a little while, as if to judge the mediocre nature of the carriage itself before he turns to walk away, sour expression on his face for everyone to see. ]

SECOND HAND EMBARASSMENT;

[ Thankfully, Valentones - or Valentines, it seems, if this is what is to believed from the small conversations he's had - has never held much in terms of appeal for the great and magnificent Emet-Selch, so he doesn't consider himself particular at risk of these strange new announcements.

All the names are people he doesn't recognise, strangers in a strange new world, and his nose wrinkles as he hears yet another ring out around him. It's loud, discomfortingly so, and he reaches up to pluck a piece of red paper off the wall between two fingers.

None of it seems to make sense to him; the notion that a set of red paper might be enough to fully explain the weight of feeling someone might hold. Nonsensical, even.

Then, of course, it comes: Attention, passengers. It has come to my attention that Emet-Selch has strong feelings for -

The noise he makes is sharp, and angry, and hopefully enough to drown out the announcement to anyone who might be close enough to overhear it with him. ]

MINOR INCONVENIENCE (TEAM ONE);

[ Emet-Selch has somehow found himself part of the haunted house, which would be painfully too accurate if he actually put himself in a position to care enough to try.

If he were his true self he would be terrifying, but thankfully...

It seems much easier for him to actually take part in the fighting - but his version of 'taking part' is standing, seemingly doing nothing more than raising his hand and snapping his fingers every now and then. Whatever he is doing seems to be working, however, because the numbers appear to be decreasing.

He also looks unbearably smug about it. ]

WILDCARD;

( Feel free to find him elsewhere or DM me for something! )

Embarrassment

[dragoonrouge]

[It is a universal constant that where there is a Hades getting embarrassed then there must be some version of Azem nearby to revel in it, and the train is no exception. Q'uila isn't even trying to hide her laughter and the ways her ears wiggle in amusement.]

Smooth as silk there, Emet Selch.

Rezo | Slayers

[redprayer]

Colour Wheels

The art carriage was one he hadn’t expected to keep his attention and he’d originally just planned on making a mental map of the layout and moving on. Rezo isn’t a very visually-oriented person, after all, for obvious reasons.

But then he’d been investigating a stack of fabric with a pleasant texture, and he’d knocked his elbow against a box, and the box had started humming, and it seemed there might be something interesting in this carriage after all…

So now there is a man seated at the right side of the carriage with a roll of twine and a box of beads, stringing them together in what is… probably going to be a necklace, eventually. Periodically he runs his fingers along the beads to set off the humming, and then he’ll remove or add a few depending on what he hears.

Minor Inconvenience - Team Two?

Even if this festival hadn’t had a problem with Actual Monsters Coming To Life, there’s always the odd chance of bumps and bruises, especially for the staff doing construction work at the booths, or cooking with knives, fire, etc. So it’s only natural that there would be a first aid station available in what is normally a school nurse’s office.

Where the actual nurse is, that is something Rezo cannot say. Presumably they couldn’t put up with the Fero entity’s shenanigans either. But somebody needs to man the station and right now, Rezo is one of the volunteers.

He’s poking around the contents of the cupboard when he hears the door open. Rezo turns his head towards the source of the sound and smiles politely.

“Can I help you?”

Re: Rezo | Slayers

[spacetogrow]

It's kind of embarrassing. Ilphyl is a druid after all, and spends most of their life out of doors. And are pretty handy in a fight because it is hard to argue with a giant bear, and have healing magic of their own.

And, yet, while they remembered to find a pair of tinted glasses, they didn't consider how their skin normally reacts to sunlight when they don't remember to wear long sleeves, trousers, and a hat, because they are so used to adding magic items on top of that. Which were not brought to the train. "Do we have anything for a sunburn?"

The voice is young, and Ilphyl is short by human standards, so might even be mistaken for a student's. (And, well, by elf standards, they actually are an adolescent.)

hera | lore olympus

[goldentraitor]

🦚 - Colour Wheels

Art was never something Hera had excelled at. Oh, she had certainly tried it. When one lived to be as old as she was, there were many things that one dipped their hands in. She had enjoyed it, but Hera had always preferred to be a surveyor rather than creator--she lacked the patience; at least when it came to this.

Yet since being brought aboard this train she had found herself with an incredible amount of free time compared to her life back home. When she hadn't been blessing marriages, she had given or looked over her husband's edicts, when she wasn't doing that she was listening to mortal prayer. Everything that came with being the queen of Mount Olympus and the goddess of marriage and women gave her much to keep herself busy, and these days were the added struggles of trying to salvage her marriage and her relationship with her son.

Then there were dealing with her recent visions, trying to do what she could for Persephone, the reappearance of her daughter and that horrendous trial...

Well needless to say, even with the missions here it almost felt like the days drag aimlessly by.

Which meant why the fuck not try her hand at it again? It seemed like this was a new carriage from what other passengers were saying (though it was still all new to her.)

The golden woman grabbed a canvas, oil paints and other supplies before setting herself up at one of the easels in an open space. There were more on either side of her, and a couple across from here where someone was already at work, paying her no mind. It was a little weird and a bit of a blow to her ego--Hera was accustomed to immediately catching everyone's attention whenever she entered a place, but she was completely unknown to most people in here.

Well. Whatever. That was fine.

Instead she simply stared at her own canvas, before beginning a sketch. It was only a couple minutes later that she felt a figure hesitating near her and looked up.

"You want to sit down?" She gestured towards the seat and easel next to her. "I don't mind. By all means."

🦚 - Second-Hand Embarrassment

Hera lifted her gaze upward and gave a bit of a snort. This is the sort of joke she would expect from the love gods. Harmless, enough, she supposed but still rather juvenile but if she knew any of the people being talked about, perhaps she would have enjoyed it more.

"Does this sort of thing happen often around here?" She asked of the person next to her.

There was also the question of the legitimacy of what was being announced and how they had gotten the information. There was a lot about this train that she still did not understand but Hera had learned not to underestimate it. Hopefully they weren't just plucking that information out of people because if anything was announced about her it could cause problems.

[springforth]

"This particular variation, no. Though it's not unheard of for it to get very weird and talk to and about us."

Persephone does, in fact, know those involved. While some of the pairings it suggested today were new to her, this one is less so. She gestures over to the ICP with her fork, working through a serving of briam. Of course, that's not very ladylike and she puts her fork down in hopes Hera hadn't noticed.

"Those two are engaged. So, I think it might have run out of actual gossip and is just stating facts now."

Haneul Min | OC | character info in journal | will match format

[killer_rhythm]

Oh god, he's back here again. Fantastic. Who did he piss off this time?

I. Colour Wheels

And there's still no dance studio, he sees. But there's an art car, which... isn't quite his thing; it's more Josie's. But it's something to do while the piano in the music car is occupied - which it currently is - so here he is, messing around with arts and crafts and trying not to pay attention to any weird readings he might get off of the materials.

That said, he is giving the talismans a very wide berth. Come on, train, don't play around with that shit - that's a good way to piss someone off who really shouldn't get pissed off.

(That or it'll piss off Lucy, but Lucy's rage is much more easily managed, either via sweets or property destruction. Good thing the training car still exists.)

II. Second-hand Embarrassment

Why. Why this. Why is he back on the train in time for this.

Honestly, he'd be surprised if anyone here even remembered his first stint on the train, so any repetition of his name over the ICPs just results in an incredulous look - one that triples in intensity if Lucy's name is invoked.

Seriously, though. Why this.

IIIa. Minor inconvenience: Team One

Being a spirit-chimera himself, Haneul can't help but have at least some sympathy for the ghouls and ghasts - especially if, as he suspects, they didn't actually start out that way. On the plus(?) side, at least some of them seem to sense a kindred spirit in him, so he has a slightly easier time keeping them engaged. Which does not mean he won't smack someone if they decide to cause trouble - he's had several months of practice in using his powers, and he's decent enough in combat that Lucy doesn't automatically have to take over for him when a fight breaks out.

IIIb. Minor Inconvenience: Team One (alternate)

Of course, that doesn't mean Lucy won't take over for him if need be, and that inevitably results in them (and Haneul) having to take over as one of the attractions. Of course, Lucy flat-out refuses to let them look like a bog-standard monster, so Haneul resigns himself to spending the entire rest of the mission in a slightly more malevolent-looking version of Lucy's form instead. Hopefully he won't skewer anyone on his talons.

IIIc. Minor Inconvenience: Team Three

Now this is definitely in his bailiwick. Haneul's not the best actor, necessarily, but he can fake it reasonably well, and he can sing and dance with the best of them. He can even provide lightshows if need be. Just don't let anything happen to him, because Lucy isn't nearly as good, or as patient, at entertainment.

II. Second-hand Embarrassment

[learnedfool]

If Hanuel has any matching extrasensory abilities to go with his powers, he might notice that the man standing in the corridor listening to the train announcements until he figures out it is yet another attempt of the train to try matchmaking, has a guest in his body of his own -- Penric is a perfectly normal human, but there is a chaos elemental (and a quite powerful one) quite happily sharing his body. Certainly, Penric (or more properly, Desdemona) has noticed Hanuel, and filed it under 'not quite another sorcerer or a shaman, but not entirely different'.

"Was that one for one of you?"

Ilrihi The Devote / MCU

[velemefe]

Second-Hand Embarrassment Round 1.
Long used to waking from times they do not remember sleeping, up they get to enjoy another day of Getting Into Everything as was their wont; there were still so many things to categorize and understand being relatively new. This complete mess littering the hallways was among these things.

Curious, the elf tilts their head before slowly squating down. Gloved fingers reach out to catch a heart between pointer and middle and bring it in close to their masked face. How odd. What an antique thing, paper.

Ilrihi looks up to a passer-by, holding out the heart-shaped paper: "what is this?"

Second-Hand Embarrassment Round 2.
And so while a few passengers were up in arms about the current goings on, Ilrihi was continuing their inquisition into 'what is this, what is that, what are those'. They started all the way in the back when they had first arrived (however long ago that was given time was fairly irrelevant to them) and made their way through all sorts of cars; looked at all sorts of things.

So picture this: some willowy tall elf, quite similar to one already aboard yet a bit shorter, with the same black suit only masked as well, standing in various rooms and just... staring. Sometimes they would pick things up, examine it, put it back down. They seemed quite content to do so. Occasionally they turn their head sharply toward incoming personnel, the long tails of their braid lashing about at the speed of it. Most of the time they'd say nothing and be on their way.

In the gardens, one might find Ilrihi shoving their face into all sorts of plants. Fingers examining the leaves, the soil -- looking, and just... staring. Again, staring. As if everything around them had stopped including them. Then, almost jarringly, off they go to another area.

In the medical room, completely puzzled by the antiquity of all these things enough that they do make remark about it... a surprisingly soft voice, chin high as they spoke and a simple tool in hand, "it is surprisingly primitive for a craft that navigates multi-universal time-space."

Though they might be in the kitchens when someone walks in as well. Probably staring at a piece of fruit.

Wildcard.
IDK lets do what we want.

( ooc: --- just putzing about with some mcu oc. Info here. )

[invigorates]

Lioriley was in the gardens when Ilrihi popped in, planning to tend to the plot she had promised Otoha she would care for in his absence. In the few times she had visited the car since her arrival, it was usually just her with the occasional passenger wandering through, more often than not just minding their business.

Ilrihi on the other hand, seemed to be minding a lot of things besides their business. And after watching them staring down the trunk of a particular tree nearby for a solid chunk of time, she finally spoke up:

"Is everything all right?"

alistair theirin | dragon age: origins

[kingsquest]

❱❱ second-hand embarrassment

a) There probably was an equivalent of Valentine's Day celebrated somewhere in Thedas, (Likely in the more hoity-toity places like Orlais and Antiva), but Alistair could say with confidence that no such things existed in Ferelden. So when a paper heart smacked him in the face upon waking up in his bunk that morning, needless to say he was surprised.

"At least it wasn't a real heart, I suppose." he had muttered as he meandered out into the corridor and observed the vast array of...pink. Lots and lots of pink. Before Alistair could open his mouth to further comment on the decorations, the ICP nearby blurted out the announcement of feelings — names he, mercifully, did not recognize. He turned toward a nearby passenger, grimacing and half-laughing. "Glad that wasn't me, huh?"

Hopefully it wasn't them either. Embarrassing.

b). Later, he would hear the announcement again, but it was with mounting horror and a blush of deep crimson across his cheeks that his own name was blasted through the comms.
"Attention, passengers. It has come to my attention that Alistair Theirin has strong feelings for [your character here]."

Was the train fucking with him? Surely it had to be because-- "What!? I do not! I don't even know who that is!" it's true. He probably doesn't.

❱❱color wheels

Legends sung of the amazing new art carriage's arrival and, well, Alistair wasn't anything close to an artist — unless you counted painting his sword with darkspawn blood. that counted right? It was like. A big sharp paintbrush, if you really thought about it. Anyway. — but he was curious and kind of antsy with so little to do aboard the train, so he ventured in anyway.

His fascination with the occult and things related was usually subdued. A hobby more than anything intensely studied. But when he saw the strange talisman near one of the mannequins, he couldn't help but be drawn to it; picking it up and turning it over in his hands.

"Interesting symbols. I wonder—Uh." A sharp twang, a faint flicker of light, the talisman seemed to rumble in his palm. Almost on cue, did one of the headless mannequins — currently sporting a half-made dress — spring to life and lurch toward him. "Whoa! That's not good." whoops!

second-hand embarrassment; b

[stabgremlin]

"You do now. And I'm flattered really, but unfortunately for you- already taken."

There was an edge of snark to his words- as was the case with most of his words, really. Aden's sarcasm didn't exactly have an off-switch, only a pause button. And his expression suggested he might find the situation a little too delightful to resist, the corners of his lips quirked up in a smirk, and his brows raised.

All signs of a man having himself a little laugh about the absurdity of it all- especially that it was being taken so seriously, and not as the train having itself as much of a laugh as Aden about it all.

"You're cute when you blush though. I'm sure you'll have luck in finding someone to appreciate that."

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir | Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

[charmeowning]

A: Secondhand Embarrassment (one)

The explosion of pink and red hearts signals to Adrien only one thing: it's (somehow) Valentine's day (again). Guess he traveled through time too when he came through space to be on the train. Honestly, it's not even the first time his life has been meddled with by time travel, so he isn't as thrown off as he probably should be.

He's in the dining carriage, eating lunch with others (and while he'd rather be back home, it's nice to not eat in an empty room by himself), when the voice comes over the intercom.

"Attention, passengers. It has come to my attention that Adrien Agreste has strong feelings for Ladybug."

Adrien's eyes go wide when he hears his own name, even more so when he hears the name of the girl he's been trying not to think about since everything became hearts and roses. But, now he is thinking about her, and he can't help but lean back in his chair.

Is he swooning? He might be swooning.

"Well, I guess I can't deny that. But who can blame me when she's the most perfect girl in the world?"

It may be better not to ask.

B: Secondhand Embarrassment (two)

Or maybe they don't say Ladybug.

"Attention, passengers. It has come to my attention that Adrien Agreste has strong feelings for..."

His eyes go wide, looking around frantically until his gaze meets the person whose name had been said.

He immediately starts shaking his head. "No, sorry, I mean... I'm sure you're nice and all, but I'm already- I mean, I kind of..."

Help him.

C: Minor Inconvenience (team one)

A haunted house, huh? Adrien has transformed into Chat Noir for this, because it's a mission and so it seems like the right thing to do, even if it's still odd to be able to do this without Plagg.

No time for dwelling on it! He has a job to do. Mainly, taking care of ghosts. He has to admit this is a new one for him.

"Looking pretty dead in here. If we're going to make this festival a success, we'll have to liven things up!"

But how does one even fight a ghost? He feels like hitting it with his stick will not do much, but he brandishes it anyway. If he doesn't get a plan to follow soon, he'll just charge in there.

A

[healerscorned]

I think I'm gonna yarf.