Test Drive 17

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→ 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.

→ Write LOGS or TEXT prompts, or both.

→ 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.

→ 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.

Prompts

It's springtime in your brand-new home, villagers! Many exciting new experiences await you, although you might want to take care; not all are for the faint of heart.

1. NEW FRIENDS - Congratulations, you are now the lucky recipient of the undying love and devotion of your very own CROC-DOG. Maybe you fed it, or maybe you just didn't run away screaming when you saw it. Regardless, it's your buddy now through thick and thin. Constantly. Everywhere. All the time. We hope you're up for some companionship!


2. LET YOUR EENT SHINE DOWN - You've come across a SHINE BIRD. You heard its call. Now you can expect an hour's worth of sudden, intense increase in one of four emotions: Joy, sorrow, rage or loneliness. It's entirely possible you'll be apologizing to some people tomorrow.


3. SPRING IN SPRING - Hey look, it's everybody's favorite prompt: It's warm enough now that it's not completely crazy to go have a dip in the HOT SPRINGS. Naked. And then accidentally get caught.


4. WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.

Texts

All characters are fitted with a smart watch-like device on their left wrist, which they can use to send text messages to other villagers.

- Texts may only be 140 characters long
- No video or voice, text only
- No usernames, everyone is listed by their name

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

Comments

Peter Parker | Marvel | 3 (Sorrow)

[fwips]

Peter Parker is laying in the middle of the street, staring listlessly up at the sky, and that's just how he likes it.

Well, if he liked anything. Which he doesn't anymore. Was there ever a time he liked something? He can distinctly remember smiling and laughing, but it all feels so wrong now, so false, like it happened to someone else. Obviously it couldn't have been him; how could he ever be happy when the world is filled with terrible, awful, heartbreaking things every, single moment of every, single day?

There's an ant crawling on his arm. Its little legs tickle, raising goosebumps on his skin, but Peter doesn't laugh. It's probably going to bite him, and the bite will get infected and he will die, because that's just the harshness of life. There is no lemonade from these lemons, kiddo. A sob bubbles up from his throat, tears welling in his eyes and sliding down to collect in his ears. They're probably going to get stuck in there and he'll have that horrible feeling of water in his ears for the rest of his entire life, until he goes deaf from it. Or dies. Again.

[theluckygirl]

After helping out with some dishes at the inn, Claire wasn't much for sticking around seeing as it was mostly empty. Yet, she wasn't quite ready to call it an evening so she decided to head over to the clinic and see what she could organize.

The body in the middle of the road, however, managed to get her attention first and she absolutely thought the worst. Who wouldn't? But before she set off towards him in a sprint, ready to do CPR or chest compressions to resuscitate the poor soul, she heard it; the sound of despair.

She remembers how that feels.

Slowing to a stop a few feet from his right shoulder, Claire looks down, not even realising until then how young he was.

"Hi," She lowers to a crouch. "Hoping to get hit by something?"

[fwips]

A face swims into view, lovely and kind and worried for him — For him! — and Peter's chin begins to wobble. Chest heaving, he tries to fight himself, tries to hold back, and then suddenly bursts out sobbing, his breath hitching hard.

"You're so— so— so—" he tries, face shining with fresh, devastated tears. "N-nice!"

He is, maybe, waiting to be hit by something, but then that would make this nice lady sad, and what about Aunt May? She would never even know he was dead.

Another loud wail bursts from his throat.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

It's hard to mistake the sound of sorrow, the sudden emotion an odd disruption to a place where feelings seemed to fall numb. When everyone crawled out of the fountain, the shock seemed to take control, everything else hidden behind shut doors. It was odd to see it on display...but also refreshing. After encountering so many walls, someone offered something real, whether it was intended or not.

She had come back from hunting, empty handed, which happened all too often. Slinging her bow over her shoulder, she paused to look down at the ground where the boy was laying in the middle of the road. It was such a random sight compared to everyone working and going about their day. He was young like her, no more than a boy lost in this wilderness.

"Are you all right?"

[fwips]

Oh no. Oh no. She's pretty and she's looking right at him and he probably has snot coming out of his nose, it's probably rivers of snot, the kind of snot nobody ever says anything about because they're too polite to make you feel worse when you're crying, but they maybe hand you a tissue and hope you wipe your whole face with it so the snot doesn't get on your shirt.

It's definitely got to be that kind of snot, because that's just how his life goes.

"No," he allows on a hitched breath, hastily wiping at his nose, which wasn't as snotty as he thought, but it's on his shirt anyway now, and where is the ant? Oh god, the ant is gone, did he accidentally roll over and squash it? Did he just commit anticide?

Another sob bubbles from his throat, and he covers his face, impossibly ashamed of his own brutality.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

Given how often she wiped her nose or brow with her sleeve, she wasn't about to judge anyone for a little bit of snot. It would be almost comical, if he wasn't so upset. The pain in his voice was enough to keep any smile from her face. Instead, there was only tenderness and sympathy in her eyes.

She plopped beside him, unconcerned with the dirt or dust that might gather on her skirts. Instead, she placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. "I know this is a bit of a shock." It was more than an understatement, but it was the only way she knew how to begin approaching this.

The sob startled her, uncertain what could cause this extreme of a reaction.

"You weren't hurt arriving here?"