The Sixth Iteration (
sixthiteration) wrote2018-05-25 11:28 pm
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Test Drive 18
Test Drive
→ 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:
→ 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.
→ 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
Summer is here, villagers! Sunny skies, warm weather and plenty of weirdness are on the horizon. Don't forget your sunscreen!
- THE MILK FOR FREE - Somehow, someway, you have been wrangled into milking one of the GROFFLES recently rounded up by your fellow villagers. Maybe you felt guilty for not helping, or maybe you owe someone scary money. Point is, it's just you, a bucket, and your green milk-giving friend. Just a tip: Groffles are good-natured, but you probably shouldn't squeeze too hard.
- LIGHTNING ROD - Earlier today, you made your way into the upper foothills — Were you hunting? Maybe just roaming? — and you came into contact with a BLUE LILY. Maybe you thought it was so pretty you've carried it back to the village with you. If your house didn't have electricity before, it definitely does now!
- MEET CUTE - It's a classic: You've gone down into the 6I INN'S dirt-walled root cellar off the kitchen. Maybe you needed supplies or were dropping off some fresh produce. Whatever the case, someone's followed you down for a similar reason... and the door has jammed shut behind them. Seriously, it's not budging. Enjoy getting to know your new best friend in the cozy light of the furnace!
- 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.

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Maybe he'll adopt a new pet and forget all about the old one? She doesn't really want to get into worrying about that, instead lurking and watching. It's strange to bask in something so familiar while not entirely knowing if she wants to allow herself to feel it (too worried about him vanishing again), but perhaps she's just a little too weak to deny herself this.
"I think you have a compulsion to name everything you see," she observes, shaking her head. "I dread to think what you might have been naming other things in your head."
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Besides, there's that strange sense of guilt -- he remembers the numerous times he and Peggy had gone through people leaving and returning only to leave again. It had never been anyone's fault, but somehow he still feels a twinge of guilt that now he was in the category of 'abandoning' his friends. But, he couldn't think of it that way. Just as he had arrived here without warning (both times now) he had been taken back without warning as well. They had as much control over that as anything else around here and Sam, well, Sam just had to accept that.
"Well it's insulting to just keep calling it 'Not a Buffalo' or 'Cow Thing' now, isn't it?" Sam asks, trying not to sound too defensive about it. He shrugs, continuing to stroke the beast so it's more familiar with him before getting to work. He tilts his head to Peggy, "Besides, it's not like I name everything, that would just be silly." Granted, some might say naming your robot drone bird was silly, but Sam would have some words about that as well. But if a creature (or drone) is going to be helping him out in some way, it does deserve a name in his opinion.
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Still, Sam seems rather good at it, so at least he's doing the work for the both of them. "Not everything?" she teases. "I'm sure whatever you don't name is feeling left out right now."
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"Not sure inanimate objects can feel left out," he says. He picks up the pail again and moves to where someone had helpfully already set out a stool for whatever poor sap (aka Sam Wilson) got voluntold to milk. He adjusts it, pretending for a moment he knows what he is doing, before reaching up and patting Lady's side reassuringly. "So are you here to help or just watch?"
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Watching is fine, but she doesn't want to give the impression that she's only there to supervise. "Actually, neither," she admits, seeing as it's best to tell the truth. "I'd much rather talk to you."
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It's even more reassuring when she says she wants to talk. Well, partially reassuring. While he's of course curious about what he's missed and what has happened since he was last here, there is a part of him that knows he will feel bad for everything he wasn't here to help with. But God if he hadn't missed talking with her. She'd become such a good friend to him, a confidant, and he now he really needed to make up for some lost time it seems.
"Sure, we can talk. Maybe that will help keep Lady here calm too," he says. He sets the pail beneath the udders and decides he might as well get started now. No sense putting off the inevitable and if he finds out he's bad at it at least then they can go off and find someone else to do this.
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"What happened when you went home? Did you realize it? How did it happen?" Her questions are anything but calm as she directs them, blunt and fast, at Sam, wanting as much information as she can get.
Beneath it all, one question lurks -- was it a choice?