Test Drive 23

[sixthiteration]

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The 3 rules of the TDM

1. It has to take place in the 6I universe.
2. It cannot be the character's arrival into the game.
3. Please only test new characters who do not have a version in the game. Our cast list is here.

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Prompts

• FULL VIEW - The Observers really do their best to make each villager's wrist device as user-friendly for them as possible, but with all new tech, sometimes there's a learning curve... And sometimes, you just screw up. Like now, when you've accidentally triggered the video option and called someone completely random on the network without realizing it. Yep, you're just going about whatever, totally oblivious. Here's to hoping that your clothes are fully on, and that the person on the other end is nice enough to speak up sooner rather than later.
• SHADOW OF A DOUBT - Being the intrepid (or just bored) villager you are, you've gone exploring and found yourself a very interesting (if moderately spooky) cave. What lurks in the dark? Might it be some shadow dust to turn you intangible? Or perhaps a cave wolf with all of its little goblin-monkey friends? Maybe, just maybe, it's both.
• ILL AT EASE - 'Tis the season for the common cold, and you've got it. Unfortunately, the village doesn't have a corner drug store, so you're achy, miserable, maybe a little feverish. The good news is a little time in bed should do the trick. That is, if you're not the sort who has to be bullied to take care of yourself anytime you get sick. Either way, maybe you'll be lucky enough to find someone to tuck you in and bring you some chicken soup.
• WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.
• NETWORK - All characters are fitted with a smart watch-like device on their left wrist, which they can use to send text and video messages to other villagers. Text and/or video are allowed, any length. Display names may be changed by characters on the fly, but anyone can tap to see someone's real full name.

Please list your CHARACTER NAME, CANON & PROMPT NAMES in your SUBJECT LINE.

Comments

[excessed]

"Unarmed, with no idea what they've done to me, or how long I was out? Yeah, not going to ever get used to that," he says with a shake of his head. And he doesn't want to either.

"Money's no use to you here, so guess it won't matter." And he knows Five hasn't, but damn he wants someone to blame and right now there's no one. "And I know he didn't. I just..." He sighs, closing his eyes and making himself stop, to focus. It doesn't matter if he wants someone to blame. He doesn't have that, and that isn't likely to change any time soon.

"The side quest," he repeats, eyes fluttering open and giving his brother a look, especially as he goes on about Vanya. "She's messed up. Just like the rest of us. She just has the ability to destroy the world, and the rest of us are playing with kids toys in comparison," he points out. "Good old Dad screwed her up as much as us, but he knew what it was that she could and still assumed she'd just keep taking the damn pills."

Rolling his eyes at that. Couldn't keep Klaus off drugs and couldn't keep Vanya on them. Fucking great.

"We barely have a stove apparently in this place. Don't hold your breath for tea and honey," he says. Yet Diego rises, shrugging off his coat and moving to drape... well, mostly drop, his coat over his brother's still wet form. "You should change."

[substances]

Klaus just shrugs that one off, because clearly that's a difference of opinion between them that's never going to be resolved. Irreconcilable differences. No big deal.

"Whatever, man."

Diego has a point about money not being any use, and for a moment Klaus feels that cloying sensation of complete desperation, of need so intense it chokes him, because that means no drugs, and no drugs means...

But there's probably no drugs here, and he wanted to get clean anyway. Even if it's kind of hard to remember why right now, as overshadowed as that thought is by the sudden need that started blowing him away as soon as he actually thought about drugs, a need that's kind of like drowning. He tries to ignore it. They're talking about Vanya.

"Yeah, yeah. Believe me man, I know. She's..."

Lifting a hand, he pushes his hand back through his hair again, staring at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling heavy, too fast, eyes sinking shut, shivering without realizing it.

"I can't believe we let Luther keep her in that cell, man. We fucked up. We fucked up bad."

It catches him off guard when suddenly he's not just cold and wet anymore - the jacket drops over him heavily, the air rushes out from under it, air that smells distinctly like Diego (sweat and leather and smoke) which is kind of comforting in a fucked up way. He pulls the jacket around himself and sighs, looking up at his brother again.

"Yeah. Yeah I should."

But he doesn't move.

[excessed]

Before Klaus arrived in this place it was easy to pretend, to focus on the here and now and what needs to be done and ignore everything else. Ignore what they had done, and all the things they hadn't done. Easy to ignore how one by one they had escaped that house that had held so many torments for them - Luthor and his desperate Gold Retriever ways notwithstanding - and yet they had abandoned one another in the process. In a way they had played into Reginald's hand.

They had ignored Vanya for being nothing. They had allowed abuse and punishment and pain to be part of their lives, as if they deserved it for being born to mothers that never conceived them, and purchased by a man that hadn't wanted them but only needed them. They had turned their backs on one another as if it was normal, as if it were deserved, and their lives had paid the price for feeling they had only the choice to go on alone, and let the others flounder as they may.

Sitting down on the brick hearth, grunting as he does. All of his body hurts, in ways that is nothing like taking the beating he likely deserves and leaning back against the fire warmed bricks. Sooner than later he'll be hot again, aching for the fever to break and his pain to stop. Until then though, he can only nod.

"We should have taken him down, if we had to. We shouldn't have let him into that auditorium either," he says. All his life Diego has disliked his brother. Number 1. The leader. The boy, and then the man, that took Diego's place. Yet instead of fighting him then, he had abandoned the house and his family. And then when it came to Vanya, he had argued, but he hadn't fought. He hadn't defended his sister as he should have. He had never done it for any of them.

His entire life spent trying to protect others for his own ego, and never once seeing who needed his help the most. Himself included.

"We get another chance though. Once Five finds us here, and we're back together, we'll fix it," he says, because hindsight is twenty twenty, and now they know what needs to be done. Maybe. At least how not to do things.