Test Drive 18

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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.
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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.

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Comments

[freightcars]

Yeah, probably a safer decision than hunting down Claire or Peggy to find a tea that may or may not even be in stock. He only nods and, without asking for permission, hops off the porch before Blake to sidle up under his arm. He's not good for much, but half-carrying a wounded man is a particular specialty for Bucky Barnes. Someone give him a medal.

Arm-in-arm they walk, with Bucky insisting through sheer body language that he do most of the work. It's a little bit of a trek, and the less Blake has to actually do the less likely Bucky is to wind up with vomit on his pants. They only have so much denim here, after all.

He stops only once they round the spring, stacked black stones and silt surround a steaming pool. Bucky lowers him gently onto the edge of the water. "Not that I'm interested in getting in your pants or anything, but you need help getting them off?"

Or go in fully clothed for all he cares, just don't keel over on him.

[oversight]

There is a part of Blake that has to bite back whatever urge he has to make a comment. Under other circumstances he could act surprised, crack a joke, whatever, but honestly it's not going to be a good look on him at the moment. Probably because it'd clash with the vomit.

"No, this is—" He shakes his head and starts to carefully pull himself into the spring water. "This is 'bout what I'm ready to call swimwear here." No offense, but pale and clammy and ready to spew again any second is not the first impression he appreciates giving anyone. Nor is it what he wants to flash back to every time he runs into this guy in the near future.

"Thanks for takin' the time, know it wasn't prob'ly—" He lifts the back of his hand up to stop himself talking, pressed against his mouth with a single digit point out to show he needs a second to get over the wave of nausea hitting him. There's no telling at this point if the springs are meant to work over time or if he isn't affected at all, but for this very moment, he feels like he might empty his stomach into a black hole, pulling out more than what's been put in if he's not careful. Could this be the very first case of a man throwing up his own skeleton? Stay turned to find out!

[freightcars]

In Bucky's experience it's sort of a mix between instant relief and slow healing, but he's always used it for the muscle aches and pains around his prosthetic. That's the sort of thing a regular hot spring would help initially anyway, so he can't say for sure whether Blake's going to vomit into it and taint the whole thing or not. All he can really do is spare a sympathetic grimace and, after a beat, a sort of useless shrug.

"Try drinking it?" He suggests, because why the hell not, what's the worse that could happen? A little gross tasting bathwater never hurt anyone.

[oversight]

"That's a terrible idea," Blake says, his face screwed into the most unpleasant expression. Drinking a tea made of spring water and every injured idiot in a mile radius only makes the former cop want to retch twice as hard. "Isn't that how people get giardia?" Which, now that he thinks about it, isn't exactly far off from the symptoms he's already feeling.

"You have food in town? Earlier today?" It's got Blake wondering if maybe this whole ordeal isn't related to food rather than his trek through a foreign flora.

[freightcars]

"If you get it, it'd probably heal off just as fast?" He speculates. But again, he's about as much of an expert on this as he is astrophysics or healthy coping mechanisms. He moves circles a particularly large rock and pops a squat to observe his accidentally acquired patient. Settles his elbows on his knees, bends forward, clasps his hands.

"Helped make it," He answers with a nod. "Might not be the best chef but I'm pretty sure I'm above food poisoning."

Although, granted he wasn't exactly sure what type of meat was in it, but that's sort of just the nature of the location. The things they treat as cows aren't like any damn cows he's seen back home. He's had just enough exposure to green milk to tentatively accept it as safe. "You eat anything else? Drink anything? Piss anyone off?"

[oversight]

John eyes the other man, not so sure he can believe food standards here would be anything close to what he'd been used to in the past. No offense, Bucky, but when they're spending all their time trying to scramble for their lives, it's hard to imagine the health inspector rolling through the kitchens.

"Today? No." On all accounts. "But I'm pretty used to not makin' friends," he notes, not interested in lying, either. Would he expect someone would be inspired to poison him directly? No. But anyone who might know a bit more about him would certainly say he's at risk.

He leans down a little and scoops up some water that he readily pats against his face. Already he's feeling less and less clammy and overwrought by sickness.