Test Drive 18

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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.

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Prompts

Summer is here, villagers! Sunny skies, warm weather and plenty of weirdness are on the horizon. Don't forget your sunscreen!

1. 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.


2. 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!


3. 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!


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

[notabirdcostume]

Sam doesn't pick up on the audience until he hears the sound of a chair being dragged across the nearby porch. He glances out of the corner of his eye, not wanting to take too much attention away from the animal before him, and resists the urge to roll his eyes. Of course. Of all the people also stuck in this place that could possibly be nearby it has to be Barnes. But you know what? Sam's not going to let that bother him. Nope. You just go ahead and watch.

At that moment, while Sam is not being huffy, the recently dubbed 'Lady' decides to remind him what he's supposed to be doing. The groffle snorts and butts her snout against Sam's arm. It's a reminder that he needs to get to work. Sam recalls hearing somewhere that cows need to be milked regularly, otherwise it becomes painful. He wonders if that's the same thing with these creatures.

"All right, all right. Let's get this over with," he says to Lady, pointedly ignoring his audience. Sam snatches the bucket back up and takes it around to the side, deciding to put the groffle between himself and the spectator. He's also been supplied with a stool to use and gets himself settled, gently patting the Lady's side as he takes some time to figure out how this works. It really can't be that complicated can it?

[freightcars]

There is a decidedly obvious quirk to his eyebrow and tilt to his mouth that begins the second the groffle butts her snout against Sam. He's a city guy himself, he's pretty sure Sam is too, so watching an ill-equipped guy try and milk something is about as novel as it gets. He chews with his mouth open, just because he wants to make it crystal clear he's still there, still just hanging out in the background, drawing the faintest amount of attention to the fact that Sam has an audience.

Because he's a dick. And because it's funny. And because you wouldn't even scoot your seat up that one time.

He watches Sam struggle for a second, then chimes in dry and helpful, "I think you're supposed to pull 'em."

[notabirdcostume]

The key word there being one time. Honestly, it was in retaliation for a lot of stuff he did in the first place. Not to mention could Steve NOT have picked a bigger car for them to take? But, as Sam has discovered or come to accept, he and Bucky are going to be forever at odds with one another. Oh, sure, they can cooperate in a fight or to support Steve, but it doesn't seem that their personal relationship has gotten any better here than it was prior to Bucky being taken to Wakanda.

Sam does not miss this, but at the same time it's familiar and Sam can take a little familiar at the moment.

"So did the scientists in Wakanda remove your manners too? Cause I can hear you smacking all the way over here," Sam calls. He doesn't see Bucky over here milking a groffle, so he isn't going to comment on the advice to pull. He's pretty sure Bucky knows about as much about milking as Sam does. He just better calm down or he might pull harder than intended. Sam takes a breath and returns his attention to the task at hand. He reaches towards the udders, slipping his hand around the nearest one and making sure the bucket is positioned correctly. The first pull is too soft and produces nothing. He adds a bit more of a squeeze to his grip and this time milk squirts into the bucket.

"Yes!" It isn't quite shouted, but there is definitely some pep there. He knows better than to frighten Lady at this moment, so close to her backside and all. He peers into the bucket and frowns slightly, "I really hope your milk is supposed to be that color."

[freightcars]

"No, that was the Nazis," is his deadpan reply around a mouth full of carrot. Truth be told his mother would have slapped him upside the back of the head for this behavior, but it's the principal of the matter. Respect your veterans, he fought for your freedom in dubya-dubya-2.

Despite the frenemy rivalry between them, he is a little pleased on Sam's behalf that he actually gets things working. Maybe it's because he can empathize with the excitement of success. Either way, he rises from the chair and ambles over to inspect the bucket over Sam's shoulder.

Lips turn down in distaste. "...You seriously plan on drinking that?"