Test Drive 17

[sixthiteration]

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→ Choose one of the scenarios below or make up your own. Feel free to try multiple scenarios.

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

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.

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Comments

[notbadcakeboss]

He tried not to think about the village or the gnawing feeling of dread that loomed over him. However much Peeta tried to tell himself that he was not in the games anymore, everything in this place seemed designed to remind him of what the game makers had designed to torment them. From the canopy of greenery that looked like the first arena, to the strange mutts that filled it.

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?"

[burn_with_us]

"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."

[notbadcakeboss]

His last memory of her had been separating to try and break out of the Quarter Quell arena, how both of them had been hesitated to be separated. There was a sudden flash as everything began to fall apart and the chaos had left him scrambling to find her. Not long after, he pulled himself out of the fountain, confused and extremely disoriented. He didn't know yet about what Snow meant to do with him or that he was even captured. He had only known that he had to find Katniss.

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."

[burn_with_us]

“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.”

[notbadcakeboss]

"They're using something else. The forest changes and other things keep us in place. Maybe they think that's enough?" He could only shrug, understanding where her fear came from and sharing a bit of that himself. But so many things didn't add up. No one was being encouraged to kill each other, for one. Without a force field or canon to announce dead tributes, he had to conclude instead that this was something else.

"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?"

[burn_with_us]

"I don't know but I don't like it," Katniss says. It does feel a lot like 12 in a way, only that there's more food than 12 ever had. She'd always had the gnaw of hunger back in 12, a constant pain she'd learned to just push away. She hunted and gathered and did everything she could to stave it off but there'd never been enough; she'd also done what she could to keep Gale's family fed, too, and that meant going without. Katniss would rather go without and see Posey fed, or Prim, or anyone but herself.

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."

[notbadcakeboss]

"You're smart though." He's quick to interject. "You know how to read an environment and hunting has helped you sense danger." Not to mention their two different stints in the arena. She was almost an expert at that now, meanwhile he was the one always stumbling into trouble. This was more than reading possible political motives or trying to start some sort of rebellion. They were being watched and they both understood what that felt like.

"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?"

[burn_with_us]

"I'm not sharing bread with that thing. If you feed it, it's just going to stay around," Katniss says, rolling her eyes. She does take the bread, though, tearing off a piece and popping it into her mouth. It's soft and fresh, quality, and instead of reminding her of the Capitol and their lavish parties where people ate to excess, it reminds her instead of being safe and warm. It's not quite the 12 she grew up in but it is something of 12.

"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."