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sixthiteration) wrote2017-12-27 10:07 pm
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Test Drive 15
Welcome to Sixth Iteration's test drive meme.
NOTE: We've moved our test drive from the OOC community. Journals not a member of the OOC community will no longer be able to comment over there. Please feel free to copy/paste from the old TDM over here!
→ Holds and applications are always open. Holds are required for all applications.
→ Choose one of the scenarios below or make up your own. Feel free to try multiple scenarios.
→ THERE ARE ONLY THREE RULES FOR THE TDM:
→ TDM threads cannot be used to meet AC, but if the character is accepted into the game and both players agree, you may keep the CR.
→ Character want ads are here.
→ Choose one of the scenarios below or make up your own. Feel free to try multiple scenarios.
→ THERE ARE ONLY THREE RULES FOR 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.
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.
→ TDM threads cannot be used to meet AC, but if the character is accepted into the game and both players agree, you may keep the CR.
→ Character want ads are here.
Scenario 1) Snowed Under - Make no mistake: Winter has arrived with a vengeance, and the weather here is seldom predictable. This latest blizzard blew in so fast it took you completely off guard. Are you stuck in white out conditions as you try to get back home? Maybe you've taken shelter in a random building and are now stuck there with someone else for hours. If you're the heroic (or stupid) type, maybe you actually go out in the storm on purpose to save stranded people or livestock.
Scenario 2) What's Cooking - Here's the deal: No matter how well you prepared. in this place, there is always a need to make food stretch over the winter, and there are always lots of people to feed. You've been enlisted to help with daily meals, but challenges await: Are you terrible at cooking yet have been unexpectedly left in charge of the soup? What is this ingedient and how is it prepared? Or maybe lighting a fire for the stove is the biggest hurdle. Watch out for your eyebrows.
Scenario 3) Power Tool - One moment, things were fine and normal. Next moment, you were in possession of a power you've never had before, and the learning curve is steep. Just try to not blow anything (or anybody) up, please.
Scenario 4) Wild Card - Choose your own adventure!
IF YOU HAVE RECENTLY PUT A TOP-LEVEL IN OUR PREVIOUS TDM, YOU MAY COPY TO THAT HERE IN LIEU OF WRITING AN ALL-NEW STARTER. For clarity, we recommend all top-levels list the character's name, canon (if applicable) and your scenario number in the comment's subject line.
Jason Grace | Heroes of Olympus
1-Crop Up
Jason Grace had never worked a job on a farm before, but it was clear from the way he was hefting crates into one of the storage sheds that he was not a stranger to hard work. Despite the cooling weather, he wore only a tank and jeans. Obviously lifting the crates was taking its toll, even if he was making it look a little easy. He was young and fit--built a lot like a football player. He might have laughed at the comparison though, since it was hardly on the football field that he got his muscles or stamina. More like the field of battle, which might explain a few of the scars on his arms and back. Of course the really interesting mark was the SPQR tattoo on his arm -- but even without sleeves someone might not notice it right away.
Jason wasn't thinking about that though, food was going to be scarce -- at least from what he had overheard from the adults -- so storing it made sense. He may not have understood farm work, but he understood that this was important and that he had the strength to lend a hand where one was needed. Would he have preferred something more in his skill set? Sure, but there was something to be said for the simplicity of just putting large crates away. Simple, but certainly not easy. The floor of the storage room was a little uneven and so as Jason brought another crate off of the back of a makeshift cart he had to be careful or: "Oof!"
His foot caught on a small hole and he stumbled forward, jostling the crate and sending a few items spilling out and onto the ground. Normally he lived up to his last name a little more -- but even he had his moments. Jason cursed under his breath and set the crate aside. He needed to pick up his mess after all.
Wild Card
It wasn't hard to figure out that the inn was the literal and figurative center of town for most people. It was where everyone gathered sooner or later and so a lot of information passed through the halls. A good meal could be found here or a distracting game of cards -- depending on what you were looking for. Jason, however, was not inside the inn. He'd gotten bored of sitting in the main area and had decided to start exploring a little more on his own. Jason did plan on looking into the surrounding forests eventually, but for now he was MOST curious about what could be seen from the roof of the inn.
Of course, he kept forgetting that his powers weren't exactly working anymore. He couldn't get up the easy way, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to climb and find the right foot and hand-holes. Chiron had made him work on the climbing wall just as much as any other demigod and so climbing, while slower than flying, was still a manageable thing to do. Before you could say 'get down from there' he was on the roof. He gazed out over the village, wind blowing through his hair, as he tried to see what was happening and how far he could actually scope from up here.
Wild Card! also I am the latest and I apologize
Of course, she regrets stepping back out into the cold almost as soon as she does so, but she's hardly about to turn tail and head back inside. Mostly because she's always been stubborn by nature but also quite simply because she doesn't want to admit to defeat. Even if it does mean having to put up with far too much snow.
There's a muttered complaint under her breath as she braces herself to go stalking through the snow and she's just about to see where her feet end up taking her when a noise from above catches her attention. Admittedly, she can't actually see Jason from where she's standing, but she's never denied being curious, and the building doesn't seem too hard to climb.
That said it is a long moment before she manages to pull herself up onto the roof, breathing hard but looking very much pleased with herself; it's only after she clambers all the way onto the roof that she seems to spot that she isn't alone; there a brief blink and then she slides neatly into a very polite sort of outgoing.
"That wasn't you up here I heard earlier, was it?"
Asra | The Arcana
The inclement weather of other planes can be much harsher than the real thing: oppressing deeper senses, tearing at the fundamentals of the self. Still, Asra might take those storms over more snow. He's no stranger to taking any port in a storm, and the building he's ducked into is at least packed dry with aging straw and warmed by the presence of snuffling animals. It's the dragging period after that wears on him, trapped in a single place without a guaranteed exit. A microcosm of the canyon itself, shrunk to a single, musky room.
That he's not the only one in here might entertain him for the duration, or it might just have him poking his head up to a window, forehead to cold, rattling glass, trying to note any change in visibility.
A lot of dark and a lot of snow. Wrapping his arm more fully around his new friend, his long sigh is answered with a neutral bleat. It's no beast, but it's warm and the rough wicking of its fur is close enough for comfort. "When I figure out how that fountain works," he promises it's creepy little face, "I'll take you with me to the desert. Saguaro will love you."
wild card
The novelty of exploring a northern clime, without magic no less, wears most thin as the sun starts to set. When he starts to feel the chill through his strange new clothes, when he can't light up the night with a turn of his hand and the visualization of fire within it, the lesson of it all just bleeds into helplessness and ignorance. He's a child again, running in Muriel's more capable footsteps, trading his powers of persuasion for help over a wall he isn't strong enough to climb.
Magic had always been a kind of persuasion in itself. He could bat his pale eyelashes at the moon to make it shine brighter, or fold up parts of a well-known forest until stepping between the right pair of trees took him miles in the right direction.
Now he's wrapped in some felted cloak with sleeves that are perfectly too long, covered in wonderfully orange birds, staring at stars he doesn't understand. None of them seem to wink back at him, or fall precipitously in the direction of all those quaint houses. Calling out could put him in who knows what situation, and--what's that enormous thing cracking through the bushes?
Something the size and rough shape of the beast breaks through, sending snow dumping off low branches and dusting up its sides. Asra's eyes widen in delight for the breadth of its antlers, the roundness of its snout, the intersection of the familiar with the new. "I don't suppose you're capable of some kind of speech," he asks the moose, holding steady as it bumps that snuffling nose into his cheek, then leaves a cold trail of spit up the side of his face. "I'm delicious, I know; I'm hoping to get back before something with more teeth figures that out."
Phryne Fisher | Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries
Being snowed in isn't exactly a new experience for Phryne. It's not something that is particularly common, mind, but it's not an entirely new experience all the same. That said, the last time she'd happened to be snowed in at had least been somewhere where she'd been at least reasonably assured of still having something to do. And also it hadn't been quite so literal, but she's been swiftly coming to the realization that the weather here is nothing quite like anything she would normally expect.
(And she is definitely none too thrilled about that fact, although she can grudgingly accept that she isn't going to be to do anything about it.)
Still, she has managed - if only barely - to take shelter in what seems to be a boathouse, and while it's certainly not the warmest of places, at least there are walls standing between her and weather outside. Even if it doesn't feel much warmer inside than out.
"I suppose a fire would be rather ill-advised, just at the moment."
Still, she can't help but see what there might be by ways to keep warm. Just in case she ends up spending longer in the boathouse than she really means to.
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Given that she's never really been terribly inclined to solitude - and is used to having other people in her house besides - it should come as no real surprise that Phryne swiftly takes up residence in the Inn. The fact that it also happens to mean that there's a kitchen in easy reach helps. Not that she's the least bit inclined to try cooking, mind. She knows where her strengths lie, and cooking is absolutely not one of them, but the smell of cooking food that sometimes drifts through the Inn is a comfort all the same.
And to be perfectly honest, she's been finding that she wants all the reminders of home she can get. Especially with the weather being distinctly inclement and looking not inclined to take a turn for the warmer; she's hovering near the fire in an attempt to shake at least the worst of the persistent chill that seems to have settled into her very bone, when her eyes fall on an empty mug that's been left on a nearby table. And it does occur to her that a mug of something warm might help in that regard.
That said, she absolutely isn't expecting the mug to move. Much less to start heading for her; it manages to make it off the table before her surprise has her losing control of the telekinesis she's not even aware she has, the mug wobbling in mid-air before it begins to fall.
Phryne's reaction is all but instinctive. There aren't nearly so many mugs on hand that they can afford to lose one, and without even caring for how it'll look she goes diving for the mug in an attempt to catch it before it reaches the floor.
...Only to catch it telekinetically instead, leaving her flat on the floor and the mug hovering a foot above the floor halfway between her and the table it had originally been left on.