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.

- 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

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[twistedjudge]

[The ones in the village who are big and strong tend to be put to the more physical work, not that they seem to mind too much. Most days Fang goes out hunting, as she's found that it's one job that's very needed in the village - apparently they used to have more hunters, but a lot of them had disappeared somehow - but today's a day where all hands are needed in the fields, and she's fine with doing that sometimes. Not all the time, she's very much a creature of freedom, but it'll help the rest of the people here. And Vanille will be very disappointed in her if she doesn't. So she's been recruited for hauling duty, at least as long as the baskets people have woven from the local grass fibers hold up. After that, she suspects they'll be piling things in sheets to use as makeshift bundles.]

S'all right, can't be helped that there's a lack of space down here. [The place was clearly not dug for very tall people; she's tall and strong for a woman, but the man in front of her rivals Snow and she's a little amazed he hasn't smacked his head yet. Not that the surprise shows.] But this place'll be filled up soon, I wonder what they've got in mind for when-

[She's interrupted by a slam from behind them and Fang whirls, reaching for a weapon she doesn't have at the sudden noise. It looks like nothing, really - but the door behind them is now unmistakably shut.]

[ex_enlisted288]

One of these days, maybe we can figure a way to expand it out. Y'know, without bringing everything down in the process.

[ Surely he's not that big. (yes, Steve, you are.) Most of the time he tries to minimize the space he takes up; hunched shoulders and slouching against various objects whenever possible. Right now, though, he's concentrating on the task at hand. Which, sure. Means he's not paying attention to possibly thumping his head on the ceiling.

At least not until the door shuts abruptly, and he whirls as well, almost knocking over a basket. ]

What the hell?

[twistedjudge]

[The sound that comes out of Fang's throat can best be termed as a growl of frustration as she drops the basket she'd been carrying (the not-very-well-woven fronds burst open at that ungentle handling, but does it really matter, the vegetables are where they're supposed to be even if they're not supposed to be scattered across the floor) and crosses to the door in two long strides that would probably be more bounds if the ceiling was higher. There's no knob on the inside of this door, and Fang groans out loud as she realizes what must have happened.]

The door wedge must've slipped out and the damn thing shut behind us. I knew I should've made that rope latch. [It's hard to tell whether she's speaking to Steve or just herself, but the effect is the same. What's not hard to understand is when she glances around, obviously not finding what she's looking for, then meets Steve's gaze head-on.] You see some sort of axe lyin' around down here or should we just break it down?

[ex_enlisted288]

[ His eyebrows shoot up. Growling of any sort tends to be a prelude to some sort of violence and this is a small space. Well, relatively small, considering his height and her height. There would be more space if smaller people were involved.

Not that it matters right now.

Steve crosses his arms, shifting his weight from foot to foot, just in case Fang decides to take out her frustration on the door. Or something else in the room. Like him. Not that he's looking for a fight, mind, but trouble does tend to come looking. For him, specifically.

He also takes a moment to look around, despite a reluctance to take his attention away from her, for the axe. ]

No axes in sight. You wanna kick the door or should I?

[ Ladies first and all. ]

[twistedjudge]

[The initial burst of irritation in Fang seems to have settled down into something more... constructive. Or, maybe 'destructive' is a better way to put it, because while the logical thing to do would just be to settle back and wait for someone to come around and let them out because someone is sure to do it sooner or later, Fang doesn't want to wait. She's apparently not a fan of confinement, and someone around'll be able to repair the door. It'll be fine.]

I'll take a jab at it, if you want. [She's strong, she knows she's a good fighter, and it's entirely possible she'll be able to dislodge the door without resulting to having the guy who just needs a wig to look like Snow try and bust through it. Possibly to Steve's surprise, though, the first thing she tries is more practical than her previous reaction would indicate: instead of just trying to smash it down, she turns side-on to the door and puts her shoulder against it, bracing in the correct position for someone about to run into something solid and/or heavy, and then powers forward with her entire leg length to ram straight into the wood with a thud, trying to either dislodge the latch or whatever physical object is blocking the door on the other side.] You better believe after this I'm puttin' that latch in if I have to cut a hole in this myself.