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sixthiteration) wrote2018-04-02 09:12 pm
sixthiteration) wrote2018-04-02 09:12 pm
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Test Drive 17
Test Drive
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→ 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:
→ 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.
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→ 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.
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.
- 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.
- 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.
Katniss Everdeen | The Hunger Games
Katniss doesn't really trust anything about this village. From the way she'd arrived through the fountain to the color coded scrubs and the strange appearances and disappearances, she knows it has to be some kind of games. She isn't going to out and out ask about it, though, unless she's with company from Panem, but she has her suspicions.
How could it be anything but the Capitol when there's mutts involved? She's seen normal game, yes, but there's also animals that she's only seen in a nightmare; there's a bird that looked innocent enough but made her feel as if she was experiencing every death she's ever known over and over again. And then there's...this.
It acts friendly enough but it's grotesque, a hairless creature the size of a large dog, and it keeps following her everywhere. Katniss has always been better at hunting animals than keeping one and this dog looks like it could rip her face off.
"Go," she says, tossing pebbles at its feet. "Leave me alone. I'm trying to hunt," she says, even if it's futile. The damned thing follows her all through the woods and back to the village itself, keeping just far enough away to miss the rocks Katniss is half-heartedly trying to throw to scare it. She won't hit it with them, no, but she would think these close calls would give it a hint.
"I'm not keeping you. Just...go."
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This one might be hovering nearby, but at least it's not trying to kill them. Yet.
"Whoever put this one together outdid themselves."
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"I still don't know the point of having a mutt that's friendly. False sense of security?"
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And even when you're done in the arena, and your Games should be over, they're not, and you're still doing a delicate dance to save your life. Or the lives of those you care about.
"They do seem to enjoy their irony."
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"I was going to shoot it but it just looks pitiful. Besides, I don't think the hide would be good for anything and I don't think I would trust the meat from a mutt. Didn't they poison everything in your Quarter Quell so you couldn't eat anything except what they gave you from the Cornucopia? I bet the meat in that thing is all poison."
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"They do enjoy their little jokes." Because he's sure that someone had found it entertaining, even if those in the arena had not. It also assured that the death toll would be high from the start, and the increased number of tributes didn't make the Games drag on too long.
Or they just enjoyed watching kids die.
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"We have people from 12, people from 4, someone from 7. The other people, though, they don't seem to be from anywhere. Not 13, not any district. If this is an arena, do you think they're people from the Capitol?"
They don't have the accents but if they're meant to earn their trust somehow, they wouldn't, would they?
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This is the strangest arena he's seen. Unusual creatures, a need to survive, but they've been given lodgings and the very environment isn't trying to kill them.
So there really are no answers at all.
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Most people in the Capitol are extremely wealthy but even stylists and merchants live a far better life than anyone in the districts do. And, also, they have the benefit of not being Reaped.
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"You think they're spies?"
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Fashion, parties, gorging themselves to excess - that's life in the Capitol.
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She should be happy to see her, but she's not. Katniss is just a reminder of all the things she doesn't like to think about and that's never going to change. "I'm pretty sure everything in the nearby area is already gone, from all the noise we've caused," she adds, so unless Katniss has something ready to go, she'll be dining on plants tonight.
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Speaking of things that aren't smart, neither is the mutt following the two of them. It seems to be begging for treats but it has a gaping maw for a mouth, a horrific long face that inspires terror rather than charity. Katniss wouldn't be inclined to charity for even a normal dog but much less this monstrosity. She has her own mouth to feed. She's not going to add another one - especially when it's more likely to try and eat her.
"If that doesn't work, I have some line. We can fish."
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"What, fishing? What happened to the glorious Mockingjay's hunting ability?" she mocks, making a face at Katniss. "You're telling me one stupid creature throws you out? Some rebellion we would've had at home."
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"I don't think there's any shame in fishing if it means a full belly at the end of the night. Besides, I want to save my arrows in case something is trying to kill me. I can spear a fish without actually losing an arrow to it."
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It's not the most useful of contributions but, well. Survival side by side in this part notwithstanding, Finnick still doesn't quite know what to make of Katniss Everdeen. He'd seen very little of her the last time she'd been in this place -- and the pattern with people who've been away for a long time seems to be that they don't remember being here. Patterns, patterns, patterns. There are plenty of them to be found, but far less sense to make of them.
That creature is part of another pattern that makes no sense from the only perspectives he'd ever had to discern them from, those of the Capitol and the Arena. It's a mutt, its nose like some sort of deepwater nightmare, and its body like a hairless dog. There are plenty of them in this new version of the arena, and he hasn't yet seen one of them attempt to hurt someone, and he's encountered quite a few on his fishing trips so far.
"I haven't seen them try to hurt anyone," he offers, unfolding himself from his perch on the front steps of the Inn.
The yet is unspoken, but his tone implies the missing word. Besides, Katniss can defend herself. That's one thing the 74th Hunger Games made clear to the whole country.
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"We don't do handouts in 12 either," Katniss adds. She doesn't expect the mutt to understand her at all but she gives it a try anyway, glaring at it for good measure. It has her in a foul mood because it's spoiled her hunting; every bit of game in a two mile radius has scented that thing and kept well away and she can't shoot something from that far off no matter how good a shot she is. If she's not hunting for herself and providing, she's not eating. It's not like she's trusting the Gamesmakers to feed her.
"I don't know why it's following me. It would remind me of Prim's cat except Buttercup hated everything. This thing seems to actively want to befriend me but I can't imagine it's for any good reason. There's never good reasons here."
Arena goes unspoken. Everything she says and everything she's doing is probably being recorded and she's not giving them ammunition to make her life worse.
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It hadn't been a surprise to find Katniss and the others among the villagers, but that so many seemed to be unfamiliar and shocked at the description of the games, as well as the insistence that this was where they were, was frustrating. Still, he tried to get to know the others and keep everyone's spirits up. Some days were easier than most.
Like seeing Katniss being followed around by one of the nicer mutts. He smiled, amused at her frustration and usual wall of stubbornness.
"I thought you said you didn't make friends easily?"
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"I don't," Katniss says, gritting the words out through clenched teeth. "This is an annoyance, not a friend, and it's scaring off anything I want to hunt. I want it gone. I know it's some kind of mutt but I haven't figured out the angle of it yet."
She's never seen one that seems friendly at first. Usually they try to rip your arms off from the outset, sending you into a fight for survival. While mutts are often cunning, they're not terribly intelligent and don't have motivation beyond eat, hunt and kill. Sometimes she feels like she's the same way. Peeta standing before her reminds her of that and she subconsciously touches her throat, remembering the deep black bruises that had been there and the pain of her crushed windpipe after he'd accused her of the same; this Peeta doesn't seem to be hijacked, at least.
"I haven't found the edge of this arena. I've been trying to find the shimmering parts where the force field is, like Beetee taught me? No luck. As far as I go, it's still here. I've never seen one this big."
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Now that he had, and had several weeks to reassure himself of her safety, he could at least attempt to settle into the village. But no matter his attempts, it was still off putting to be so close to a mutt and to not have to run for his life. "He seems friendly enough."
He glanced up into the canopy of trees, the sun bright and burning against his eyes. He shielded them, unable to tell the difference of whether it was artificial or real. "I don't think this arena has a force field." He couldn't say why exactly he believed it, but it didn't feel the same as the rest. "I don't know what's keeping us here, but it's not a force field."
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“I’ve never heard of an arena that didn’t have a force field around it. How would they keep the tributes inside? You could just hide indefinitely and there would be no reason to force them out of hiding and into a place where they could be killed.”
There’s also the fact that no one has tried to kill her, not a single person. There’s other victors here and she has a loose alliance with them but she doesn’t trust easily; Finnick doesn’t even seem to know half of what they’ve been through together.
“I don’t like it, Peeta. It doesn’t make sense.”
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"I don't think we're in the games, Katniss. What would happen if there weren't any deaths in a day? They'd make a fire or something to push us all together. Well, we're together in the village, but no one is fighting and no one is trying to make us fight. The most they're doing is watching us try to survive like we did in District 12."
He gave her a comforting smile, placing his hands in his pockets to keep from fidgeting nervously. "So if they don't want us to kill each other, what do they want?"
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She's hard-scrabble though, not soft and not altruistic, and she's nothing like the boy in front of her. He's the one who understands people and how they work.
"I'm not the one who's good at deciphering that kind of thing. I know how to survive. I don't know how to read minds."
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"I brought you some bread, if you want it? You can share it with your new friend." He nodded at the croc dog, giving her an amused smile. It didn't seem to notice the teasing, instead staying close to Katniss and watching her with its dopey eyes.
"Did you manage to catch anything?"
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"No, I haven't caught anything. I'm not worried about it, though. I've never gone into the woods and come out empty-handed. When you know those woods can feed you, you figure out exactly how to make it work for you. Even if I just come back with greens and herbs, I'll have something."