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

Team One

[healerscorned]

Well at least you're doing something, which is better than Dagas used to be.

[Nia fights the beasts off with a blue scimitar with a flowering vine growing along it's length. What wounds she does take in the heat of combat heal near instantly.]

[apokroteo]

Am I intended to know who Dagas is?

[ Emet looks chronically uninterested, his head tilting as he glances over. ]

[healerscorned]

Not really, just muttering to myself. I'll just say you've got the same feel to you as this one guy I know.

[Nia isn't particularly interested in Emet herself, barely even looking his way as she talks.]

[apokroteo]

Dare I take that as a compliment?

[ Because he does not want to. ]

[healerscorned]

Ehh-eh. Guy was bloody useless at first, but once he started actually trying he was crazy strong. Right now I'd say you're at the mid-point of "actually helping, but still clearly half-assing it."

[apokroteo]

I do not think you truly wish me to stop half-arsing it.

[healerscorned]

Nah, what you're doing now works for me just fine. I'd rather not end up as collateral damage if your A-game is the more indiscriminate type. 'Sides, I'm not exactly pulling out all the stops right now myself.

[apokroteo]

[ He does raise an eyebrow, as if he needed permission to continue, but she isn't necessarily incorrect. It would be problematic if he simply... Destroyed everything. ]

Very well. And you will continue to...?

[healerscorned]

My full abilities aren't a pretty sight, and they're the sort of thing I'd only wish on my worst enemy. These chumps don't merit it in any way.

[apokroteo]

'Chumps'?

[ His expression barely changes, but he does gaze back over them. ]

Are they common, then?

[healerscorned]

Wouldn't say that, but they're not nearly as tough as some of the beasts back in Alrest. They're no Territorial Rotbart, that's for sure.