sixthiteration | Test Drive 17

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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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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[ Look, Foggy's not saying that he found a bird following him and chirping at him and immediately had to feed it, he's just -

All right, yeah, he's definitely saying he immediately had to feed the bird chirping at him. And he's pretty sure it's the best decision ever, but honestly, that might be because he's pretty sure everything is the best ever.

Sure, he's still stuck here with no one he knows but the bird perched on the sand next to him, but that no longer seems to be a good enough reason not to be happy. It's a nice day, the fresh air isn't making him homesick for the smell of the city any more, so he might as well enjoy it while he can.

Which definitely means he's singing. Loudly, and off key, but hey - happily. ]

"Foggy?"

It seems impossible — Karen and Claire had given up on ever seeing someone from home again, despite the evidence that they'd been in this place before. Yet there he is, happy as a clam, singing as if he doesn't have a care in the entire, wide world. Which is honestly saying a lot in a place like this.

She's been back in the village only about an hour, just long enough to stow her equipment and use up all the hot water in a nice, long shower, and had just been headed toward the inn to scrounge up something to eat. Her hair's still damp, fanned out across her shoulders and getting her shirt wet, but she doesn't care, doesn't hesitate, instead just rushing in to give him a hug.

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"Karen!"

In the moment between when he realizes it's her and when her arms are around him, Foggy's expression lights up. Not that it wasn't already pretty bright before, of course, but it's Karen. She always brings a little extra illumination.

He hugs her back immediately, warm and tight and soft. Any time is a good time for a Karen hug, as far as he's concerned, but there's something about now that makes it extra enjoyable.

It's his relief at seeing her that makes his tone a little softer, though, a little more sincere than sheer exuberance. "You're here."

"I'm here," Karen confirms as she leans back, her hands still on his shoulders, beaming right back at him because it's impossible to do anything else. She can't remember the last time she saw Foggy this happy. Then again, it's seemed like the only times she's seen him recently back home had been when something awful had happened.

"You're here," she amends, baffled but clearly pleased. "When did you get here?" He dry and not reeling with confusion, so he couldn't have come out of the fountain just now.

Honestly, Foggy can't remember the last time that he was this happy, either. Which should probably make him kind of sad, on reflection, but right now that's just all the more reason to enjoy himself. It's the way things should be - he's pretty sure he doesn't have a face meant for frowning.

"Last night! This morning? Eh, some time when it was dark as hell, which did not make choking on fountain water and crawling out soaking wet any more fun." He doesn't sound all that upset about it, though, like it's a distant memory he's recounting from some crazy college adventure. It's all better now - he's dry and he's got fancy new scrubs and Karen beaming at him, what could be better?

"When did you get here?"

[ Matt doesn't need super senses that he actually doesn't have any more to hear that singing. He definitely doesn't need it to know who is doing the singing. There's a knee-jerk, almost instinctual draw there, and he swallows it back. He waits, thinks, rethinks, and starts the process all over of whether or not it's a good idea for him to approach him. The last time they spoke---.

Well, it hadn't exactly been speaking or kind. It'd been after losing Frank's case.

But maybe---maybe he can---I don't know, fix this? At the very least he could try to be there for him here, in this place. Eventually, his feet take him without his fully realizing, and he stops just close enough to know he's not much further away. He can sort of vaguely pick up on something else being there, but not much else.

Except that he feels utterly alone in this moment. It was stupid of him to go there. So he'll just stay quiet from where he's half-hidden, and try not to ruin the moment. He's pretty sure he's ruined enough. ]

[ It takes Foggy a moment to realize he and his bird friend aren't alone any more, with how invested in his song he is. But he trails off to squint at the half hidden form, pushing himself to his feet with a laugh as he starts to say something about a one man show -

Until he sees who it is. His heartbeat spikes - he wonders if Matt can hear it - and his face does something complicated, like it can't decide how he feels. Which is fair, considering Foggy can't decide how he feels. A lot of things all at once, really, except for the moment they're overshadowed by a surge of happiness, and he doesn't stop smiling.

It makes sense, he thinks. Foggy may have been angry, and hurt, and angry some more - may have circled through all the stages of grief and back again - but he hadn't ever stopped caring. And he'd never wanted Matt completely out of his life. He's pretty sure there's no part of him that could ever want that, no matter how much space they might take.

He's resigned to the fact that he'll always find himself pulled into Matt's orbit, only right now, it doesn't feel anything like resigned.

Right now he spreads his arms wide, at the last minute taking care not to knock into his bird friend. ]

Matt! That's weird, man, don't lurk over there like a creeper. No, wait, I know, you can hear me from back there with your bat ears, but come on, you can't get the full Foggy experience skulking like that.

[ That's the rub about this place, isn't it? Matt hasn't exactly told anyone about it, not Claire or Karen---but he's not exactly at his best. He can't hear Foggy's heartbeat, or the way he takes a breath before holding it when there's something he wants to say but won't. At this distance especially, he can't even hear the rustle of the other man's clothing to indicate gestures.

He sounds like he's smiling, though. He knows what Foggy sounds like when he's happy and he can hear it in his voice. He can't imagine why he's happy to see him, but he is and---Matt isn't sure what he's feeling.

The rest of him must not be either, cause he doesn't remember when his feet started moving, cane sweeping out in front of him, and stopping when it taps into a rock, catching the last part of what his best friend (are they still that?) says. ]

Yeah, right. I'm pretty sure the whole forest could hear you. If you're not careful, you'll end up with a bunch of woodland creatures skulking around instead.

[ It's easier to just go with it, right? How's he supposed to explain that the blind-but-not-quite-blind is down to actually blind? Not that he wasn't always actually it's just---he sighs inwardly, the smile that had attempted to show faltering. ]

[ Matt's moving closer, and that makes Foggy light up even more as he shifts to meet him. He's a bundle of energy - not quite restless, just exuberant, with more joy than be contained by just standing still. He doesn't pay attention to the fact that Matt's still using his cane until he has to side step it to slide into Matt's personal space, an easy motion that he barely notices except -

Except it's just them, and Matt doesn't need to pretend. Does he think Foggy's gonna freak out? Because man, on the scale of freaking-out-ness, walking without a cane is pretty close to baseline of 'got used to it a long time ago.' Or do the rocks not give off whatever fire wave things that Matt can sense? He should ask him, he thinks, he's feeling a lot more content about this whole thing.

He's sidetracked instantly by the woodland creatures comment, though, and he laughs. ]

See, your tone says bad, but your words say Foggy Nelson: Disney Prince. I'm trying to live my dream of amassing a swarm of rodents and birds to do my cleaning for me, don't ruin this. [ He leans in to bump Matt's shoulder lightly, brows furrowing when Matt's smile fades. ] What's with the face?

[ Even with the uncertainty of this whole situation, and how things were left for them back home---It's good to have Foggy here. If that's selfish, then someone can actually sue him.

The smile that had faltered brightens a little at the laugh, and Matt shakes his head. ] I wouldn't dream of it, Prince Charming. We've got to work on the princess thing, cause I'm not wearing a dress. [ Matt rocks only slightly at the shoulder bump, reaching up at the contact to grasp Foggy's wrist. He didn't know if he should just reach into his personal space before, but Foggy did first, right? His hand grips a little tight, thumb rubbing along part of the other man's palm. ] I'm just---this place has me a little out of sorts.

That thing I usually do? I haven't been able to since I got here. [ He licks his lips and there's a pause he's not completely comfortable with. ] Don't freak out.

[ Loud and off-key singing is not something that's often heard here. Finnick's well used to it himself -- he's a sailor, a fisherman, used to the singing of songs to pass the time for the work of the sailor, the shanties that coordinate the time and efforts of the crew.

This is not anything like a sea-shanty, lacking the beating rhythm that echoes the hauling of lines or the turning of capstans. It's the happiness as much as the singing that actually draws Finnick's attention. It's probably going to disrupt the fishing he's here for, but the important thing is that so few people here are ever actually happy. So he turns in the direction of the song, padding across the sand towards what turns out to be a completely unfamiliar man. ]

You sound happy about something.

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Test Drive 17

Foggy Nelson | Marvel Netflix | 2 (joy)

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