sixthiteration | Test Drive 23

It has to take place in the 6I universe.
It cannot be the character's arrival into the game.
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.

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full view
Being from the year of 1512, oh, there was definitely a learning curve also on her end. This place was a mix of old and new—old ways, new tech. The wrist device fitted at her wrist was a bit of a nuisance, for her, quite honestly. It was always there. Sofia couldn't remove it. More than once now she'd gotten it caught on her clothes, her sleeves in particular catching on it more than anything else.

Today just so happened to be one of those days. Lucky her. Or perhaps not so lucky. It was while she was in the middle of yanking off her shirt that she must've hit the button to activate the video. Sofia was unaware, going about her business in stripping down as she'd prepared a bath and was ready for a much needed soak. From the waist up, plenty of skin was revealed, her breasts still fitted within the cotton bra.

That was...until she reached back for the clasp, innocently humming an old Italian lullaby, the snug fabric giving way to begin sliding off—

ill at ease
Achy and miserable, Sofia was more achy than anything. The snowy weather should've contributed to any crankiness but she clearly had no issues bundling up in her coat and the odd type of pants she'd found in her pack upon arriving some time ago, even going as far as to drag a smaller blanket from the house around herself as she made her way outside and towards the village inn, using some of it as a hood over her head. Today was the day where a warm meal was needed to fight back the chill.

Halfway there and she had to stop to sneeze, burying her face into part of the blanket to do so. "Questo è terribile, mio dio," she complained out loud, sniffling, and gave another sneeze. And another. "I should have stayed inside. Surely I am being punished."

un:sofia

What do you miss most? For myself, I miss the rough edge of a book. Either the front or back cover or the spine of one. And the smell of aged pages. Ah, and incense. There is so much to miss.

Well hello. Someone must have been a very good boy lately because this was certainly a view he was going to enjoy.

At least until he realizes that it wasn't sent just to him and that everyone can probably see the woman who is one day going to be his wife undressing for a bath.

Which, honestly, it isn't that he minds that much. She's absolutely gorgeous, and he's fine with everyone knowing and not being able to touch. But he gets the distinct feeling that she wouldn't be.

"If you wanted someone to join you, all you had to do was ask mia cara."

Still not entirely used to the device, the voice startles her, the image of him appearing even more. She’d managed to cover an arm over her chest, breasts pressed together, though he was granted a brief peek of her nipple caught between her fingers as the bra was hanging crookedly and far off an arm and her left breast. “Ezio,” she gasps out and then she’s laughing, clearly embarrassed at being caught in a way she shouldn’t have been. “You gave me a fright.”

Feeling the pinch of her own fingers at her breast, she’s quick to properly cover herself, clearing her throat.

“How did you...?” She’s a little confused on why her device had called him up. “Is everything alright?” Yes. Yes she’s ignoring the flirting, for now.

FULL VIEW/WILDCARD

She awoke to two boxes at the foot of her bed in the inn, and drank half of the contents of one as she familiarized herself with the contents of the other in a quiet clearing away from the village center. It's then the wristband begins to broadcast her activities, not that she understands what the void it is or how in the void it works. The angle, for anyone viewing, is odd, but mostly faces her: Hair tied up, wearing only the strange white sleeveless shirt, if one can call it that, and the rough blue trousers with the strappy bits allowed to hang down off her hips.

It turns on in time to catch her loudly and not entirely tonelessly shout-singing, "-never been a Paragon of Wisdom or of Thinking, and though I tried a time or two, I ne'r got raised for stinking-"

Here she pauses long enough to notch two beautiful new arrows simultaneously to the hand-carved short bow in her hand.

"-But hang around here long enough and don't you go a-blinking-!"

She looses the arrows and they shoot with brutal, unerring accuracy into the knot of a tree a discomfiting distance away, visible as she swings her arm wide to scoop up her bottle again.

"'Cuz someday I am gonna be the Paragon of Drinking!" She tips the bottle to her mouth for a long pull, which offers a view she would not knowingly offer up, usually, then pulls it back and wipes her mouth with the back of her other hand.

ILL AT EASE

Harry can't stop leaking. Her eyes are watering and her nose is running abominably, and she's certain it isn't as cold out as it feels. She's fallen ill a time or two, of course, but mostly due to side effects from various poisons or magic. The taint had taken much from her - her sleep, her future, her lineage - but she hadn't taken a fever or suffered much more than a headache since becoming a Warden, and she's not about to acknowledge something as annoying and inconsequential as... whatever this is, now.

She walks the path by the river, patrolling as promised, fulfilling what poor shadow of duty she can while her greater journey, her life's mission, sits stagnant and unfulfilled in her chest.

Then she sneezes and coughs at the same time, nearly doubling over from it, and curses viciously.

During that moment it's impossible to keep his eyes from straying downwards repeatedly, taking in the sight of that bare flesh peeking out from behind her fingers. At the very least he tries to be nonchalant about it, never letting them fall for long before lifting them back to her face.

"Forgive me. It was not my intention to startle you." But better he be the one to discover like this instead of someone else. She probably wouldn't punch him for seeing her in such a state, even if it was accidental.

"Everything is fine. Perhaps you simply bumped your device as you were getting undressed."

She gave a small sound of thought, lips pursing. “Perhaps that was the case. I was preparing to bathe. These sleeves I find are a little too tight. Not at all what I’m used to.” The sleeves of her gowns have always been loose, easy for pulling on and taking off. Sometimes these shirts feel like a struggle, an unnecessary one.

“If you do not mind, I would like to continue undressing—without peeping eyes.” Sofia had nearly gestured that he look away or turn around when she remembered her hand was keeping her chest covered. “Ah, perhaps you can look away?”

"If you insist. But I have seen it all before." Would you look at that, he still hasn't learned how to keep his foot out of his mouth. Perhaps one day, something will cure him of his horrible disease.

“Do you enjoy the taste of your own foot?” Her brows draw downward in a displeased expression.

"I would enjoy the taste of you better." Maybe he is gonna get punched the next time he sees her.

“You realize I might have enjoyed your flirtations, once, and you may have enjoyed tasting me, once. You truly believe I would allow it here?” She had other more important things to concern herself with, such as returning home to her time and to him. The version she knows.

He might get another peek or two as she then moves to shuck off the rest of her clothing before stepping into the tub. The plus side to the older tubs, the high edge she can use to hide behind.

He doesn't look.

He could. He knows that she's right there, undressing before him and how easily he could his head and see her, all of her.

But he doesn't. Because she's given him absolutely zero indication that he has any permission to do so, and he's not going to take their future relationship for granted.

"Of course not. You are right. Please, allow me to make it up to you. I wish to do this right."

“What is it you wish to do right?” It should be a good indication that she was in the water as it splashed gently and she settled. The porcelain was cold against her breasts as she leaned at the edge, arm rested on it so she could continue speaking with him.

She should go easy on him, but having him here not as he was, much younger and not old and wise, ready to stick his tongue anywhere when it came to a woman—any woman who would have him—well... Sofia sighed to herself, shoulders slumping.

“It’s...difficult, still, for me. I apologize.”

He doesn't often hunt in the woods- but the weather still cuts cold through him enough that vague notions of a wild game stew comes to mind- and that means hunting. Something more substantial than fish chowder helps warm the bones.

Silent in the shadows he just about has a bead on a stag when the air's cut through with the sharp, ragged stab of a sneeze, leaving him with an arrow knocked at nothing at all.

"Brasca." He mutters, setting his arrow back in his quiver, eyes slipping about to find the source of the sneeze. "Perhaps take yourself inside? There should be a spare chair near the hearth at the inn."

Far, far away from where he is attempting to hunt.

Zevran's disembodied voice floats out at her from the trees and Harry straightens a little, going still, then turns to squint past the snowy treeline. Sneezing, coughing, hallucinations? That didn't seem right.

"...No," she tells Zevran's disembodied voice, because if it is a hallucination, she certainly isn't about to let it tell her what to do.

Edited 2019-02-04 23:25 (UTC)

"No? No. I am trying to hunt-" He swings down from the branches, shouldering his bow as he approaches. "And you, Mia Dama, are scaring away the game. Nevermind that you cannot possibly be providing a helpful watch while you are so ill."

full view;

Constantly having something attached to her wrist wasn't all that strange - although the wrist device that had replaced her pip boy was quite a bit smaller and capable of quite a bit more. It was fascinating, honestly, to think that they had somehow gotten an entire computer into something so tiny.

It also meant that things she never had to worry about with her pip boy were now possibilities. Her previous device had only been capable of recording audio onto holotapes, not broadcasting it across a network, much less video.

Maybe she bumped it accidentally as she was sitting her hand down. Maybe it turned on intentionally. Either way, it begins broadcasting something rather strange - the sight of the ceiling, going up and down. Up and down.

Up. And then down.

It's anyone's guess what she's doing, but it's probably push-ups. At least is the soft sound of grunts is anything to go by.

shadow of a doubt;

Dark, unknown caves weren't exactly beyond her scope of knowledge. She had gone into more than a few dark, damp places she shouldn't have. But then, she had always been armed with a lazer rifle and had been secure in the knowledge that her companion could handle anything she couldn't.

Now it was just her and the shadow dust duking it out. Three guesses as to who won.

It was a strange feeling, suddenly waking up and having your hand go directly through things instead of grasping onto them. It was even more strange when she glanced into a mirror to check her hair only to see herself slowly becoming more and more transparent.

Walking up to the first person she saw to ask what the fuck ended up with them taking one look at her, yelling and running away. Which meant she was slowly, carefully approaching the next person she saw. Maybe she should get a sign that announced she wasn't a ghost come to life.

network; un: sentinel

So... are there guns here or are we just supposed to hack things to death with an axe?

Perhaps it's a sad fact of his life, but being approached by a person who seemingly lacks corporeal body is actually not entirely the weirdest thing that has happened in his life. It's not even the weirdest supernatural thing.

It is however enough to cause him to stop, backing up a single step just to ensure there is space maintained. It's not that he's exactly afraid of spirits or apparitions, it's that not knowing their nature, or what happened to the person before they became a ghost meant he's wary. Especially without the armory Chris is used to having at his disposal.

Canting his head, trying to get a decent look at the person's features, trying to see if he recognizes them.

"So, are you residual or intelligent?" He figures their answer not a positive or negative would actually answer that question.

A torrent of emotions flit across her features, never quite landing or solidifying, leaving the impression of wistful disbelief more than anything else. And recognition, of course.

"What are you doing here?" she asks, taking fully two steps toward him before the wrongness of his greeting catches up with her and whatever hint of smile was playing at the corners of her mouth fades, entirely.

"Why don't you know me?"

Water splashes and he takes the opportunity to peak back at his device, ready to look away if there's anything still on display. But all he sees is her face and shoulders, leaning against the edge of the tub and so he moves his own wrist back upwards, allowing her to see his face once more.

"It is alright. I imagine this must be very strange to you, knowing me as you do." In some ways, it was strange for him too. Not to know that he had grown old and wise, because that had always been his hope. But to know that there was this woman - this beautiful, intelligent, perfect woman who would one day be his everything.

He had always held onto the thought that it might still be Cristina.

"Please, allow me to take you on a date, at least. A proper one."

She really, really needed to get that sign.

Although it was kind of nice that everyone was currently giving her a rather wide berth. And going through walls instead of around them definitely made traveling across the village faster.

But there's still a sigh when he spots her, when he asks the question and for a moment she considers answering honestly.

But where is the fun in that?

"Oh, I'm neither. I'm actually a hologram. Yeah. Jokes on you, buddy."

“Everything about this place is strange.” But that didn’t mean she couldn’t work with it and make the best of it. Accept the challenges, face them head on. They could figure things out, together, if it came down to it. He did after all seem genuine in wanting to make things work, not that there was anything between them. She shouldn’t have told him.

Sofia looked at her device, brows raised. “A date? Will we have a picnic in the snow?” She couldn’t help teasing him, smiling faintly. “I might agree, if we could find white tulips.”

She could have kept it to herself. Could have watched him continue to be himself, attempting to stick it into anyone and everyone who would open their legs.

But she hadn't. She had told him and he was finding himself grateful. It was an opportunity to grow, to become better. To perhaps shape himself into the man that she knew and loved. To make himself worthy of her now.

"You are making this difficult, mia cara." Where was he going to find white tulips here? "Would you settle for a picnic in front of the fireplace? It will be romantic."

"Hunting. As I said." That is-

Strange, the longing in her eyes. He tries to place her face, to find something and-

There is an echo of familiarity in her bone structure. If he tilts his head and squints, imagines her taller, a broader jaw, a lower voice- "Either this place has driven me mad or- is your Surname Cousland?"

“I suppose it is too cold to venture out for a real picnic.” Sofia hummed, head tilting back against the slanted back of the tub. Her eyes closed for a moment, savouring the heat, the steam causing a bead of perspiration to follow the column of her throat down to her collarbone. “Is that what you’re looking for, Ezio, romance?”

Was romance something that was attainable here? She should wait, at least, until they could all be returned home.

That answer gets a long, slow look, shifting a step or two to try and get a better glimpse of her. His eyes narrowing, trying to focus on the shimmer of form rather than the objects beyond her, the things that are solid and bear brighter colors.

"A Victorian hologram, huh? I have to admit that's some pretty fancy tech from the same people that prescribed cough syrup with heroine and opium."

Though that begs a lot of question though, especially how she ended up like this. "And just how did you end up like this? Do you know?"

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