Test Drive 18

[sixthiteration]

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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.

- 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.

Comments

[oorah]

Six months. Not so different, then. If Frank was already gone, then he supposes he hadn't abandoned her, exactly. Or maybe that makes it worse, for her. He's afraid to ask that too. Matt. He pulls in a shallow breath and nods his understanding. His voice is becoming more whole the longer he uses it, but quieter by the moment. He's tired already from talking so little, but he knows these are important things. Things she'll want him to say aloud.

"But not with you." Matt and the Frank that wasn't him had both missed her, but now he's here with her. A version that probably isn't much help to her at all, but he still has to try and do what he can. She's still Karen Page, and even if it's by a technicality he's still Frank Castle. "There were people... where I was. Who had been to worlds? Places. Like this one, before they came to be where I was. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

He scarcely does though he'd had the conversation more than once on her side. His heavy gaze swings like a pendulum until it meets hers, only to nervously skitter away again.

[digging]

"I do," Karen quietly confirms with a short nod, her gaze tracking the way his restlessly shifts. "I don't know if we have any more of them here right now, but I do." Idly, she wonders if he realizes he's officially one of those people now, too.

"The disappearances... Did they happen where you were?" She has theories for all of this, many of them vague and none of them particularly comforting. "People come and go. Sometimes they come back and remember nothing, like you."

Kira's been her only real touchstone for this, but she's glad at least for their talks. She has at least some idea of how unsettling it is to find yourself in a strange place with strange people, only to discover the remnants of a life you lived there with them before. Veronica's diaries had been thorough, though, with Mark taking over where she'd left off, so Karen has a pretty good idea of how many times the same faces have come back around.

[oorah]

Frank nods with a measured little grunt in confirmation. He's officially tapped out for speaking and exhausted besides by the brief showing. He's thinking of Eleven, who he'd shared everything with; spent nearly every waking moment with her or Mike -- and then she'd gone. Only to come back and recollect none of it. If he hadn't been told by someone else she didn't remember, he isn't sure what would have happened. Jessica's voice now filters in over the din of the memory of a downpour. Kids?! What was he thinking, hanging out with them, protecting them, when he couldn't even protect himself? He swallows past a dry spot in his throat and rests his chin on his knee for a moment. Karen's theories are probably a thousand times more complicated than his, but in Reims he had had Micro to bounce every whim off of. He isn't even sure how to function without him now.

All he knows is that he doesn't want to become a "world-hopper" like Lavi and Sora. He was glad they had each other at the time, that they shared consistent memories of former places that weren't their homes. But now, when it's happening to him, it's disturbing. He isn't sure whether it makes him want his mayoral mansion in Reims or his couchbed at the Liebermans more. If he had any type of choice right now, this is when he'd be on his way. He thinks Karen knows that by the way he's ditched out on their prior conversations. One thing makes him grateful: that she was never in Reims with him. That he never had to protect her from Kilgrave or the horrors of the Sound Eaters. He swallows dryly and goes silent once again.

It isn't a silence of merely not speaking, but the full-bodied quiet of someone who lived that way day in and out. His breathing shallows out and movement stalls, as if becoming a mannequin with his face. He doesn't even move his face much, the twitch in his eyebrow that had been there this whole time smoothing out as he leans away from her again to slump against the stone wall. It's plain to see that he's completely wiped, but he's not banking on her curiosity abating any time soon. He'll have to tell her the whole story one day, or she'll unravel it for herself.