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.

→ 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!

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

[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.