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sixthiteration) wrote2018-06-26 06:38 pm
sixthiteration) wrote2018-06-26 06:38 pm
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Test Drive 19
Test Drive
→ 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:
→ 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.
→ 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.
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
July is going to be wet and wild, villagers. Keep an eye to the sky and hold onto your hats!
- SAVING FACE - Look at you, trying to save that goat or dog or ZALPACA that's gotten stranded in a particularly nasty storm! You're a regular hero, trudging up that cliffside or swiming across that creek! Unfortunately, the sky didn't get the memo about your heroics, and it's just opened up even more. Finishing this job just got a heck of a lot worse. Good thing someone else just showed up to help both you and your animal pal. You hope. It's possible they're just there to laugh at you.
- PANTS ON FIRE - You know what's great? When the storm breaks, the skies start to clear and everything looks sunny again. You know what's not? When the weather pushes the LYING MIST down from the mountainside while you're out trying to clean up. Hope you don't have any whoppers you're trying to keep secret!
- SINK OR SWIM - The days when it's not storming are just beautiful, and the village river is running high. There are spots out of the current that are perfect for a cool dip or lounging on the shore, but take care you don't go out too far and get swept away. Oh, and watch out for the RAINBOW CRABS, those claws are sharp.
- 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.
Adrian Ivashkov | Vampire Academy
Adrian doesn't do the hero thing. Okay, well, he occasionally does the hero thing, when pressed into it, and he's still not sure how he ended up leading a zalpaca across the river to begin with. He's never been much for animals and cars are his drug of choice but the fluffy things are kind of cute and maybe getting one back to the pen would earn him a little good karma to keep in his pocket. Maybe. If karma is even a thing here.
He'd been doing pretty well until the sky opened and now he's soaked, his cigarette (so carefully, carefully begged for) is soaked and he's in a much more foul mood than he'd been before he started the zalpaca expedition. What's worse is the thunder and lightning have spooked it and instead of it moving faster like a person might, the zalpaca has planted its hooves firmly against the ground and refuses to move.
"Oh, come on. I'm getting soaked and my hair is never going to recover. Come on. I'm taking you to where it's dry and you won't smell like damp wool."
ii. fighting with flora
Camping has never been an activity of choice among the moroi and even less so among royals so it's safe to say that Adrian has never had experience out in the woods of any sort. Even still, he knows these woods aren't normal woods and the plants scattered around aren't normal plants. Curiosity gets the best of him in the worst of times, though, and he manifests that by acting like a toddler and putting everything in his mouth.
Some of it has worked out. The peaches had been absolutely delicious and healed a cut on his hand. The red salt had been spicy and maybe he shouldn't have put so much of it in his mouth at once but it was still pretty good and probably better in small doses.
These little seeds are something else. As soon as he ate one, he'd started bouncing off the walls, vibrating because he was moving so fast, and it's faster even than a strigoi. He has no idea how to counteract it so he's just running through the woods like a crazy person until it wears off and he really, really hopes it does.
Yessssss
She tried her best not to act like his babysitter but leaving Adrian to his own devices was akin to leaving a puppy alone in a house full of shoes. She wanted to believe that he was a grown man who was perfectly capable of taking care of himself but then she’d think about all he’d gotten up to under the watchful eye of the Academy and within minutes found herself scouring the village to make sure he was still in one piece.
It was impressive how quickly she’d become known for checking in on the Royal Moroi, somebody directing Rose towards the woods before she could even ask at the Inn if they’d seen him. She’d been imagining any number of things as she’d walked with purpose to find him; Adrian stuck up a tree. Caught in one of the traps somebody had set. Adrian, meeting the pointy ends of a Wendigo’s claws.
It was that last image that saw her break into a run, skipping over fallen branches and tangled underbrush. She caught sight of something as she moved through the trees, a flash of movement off to her right, but when she slowed to a stop and spun around to seek the cause, there was nothing but the sway of a few low hanging branches. Rose knew enough about these woods to realize that not everything here was friendly, and the sheer nature of this place meant that it could be beautiful one day, trying to kill you the next.
Her eyes narrowed on the trees as she bent to pick up a large stick, Rose wielding it like a bat as if expecting a wild animal or knife-wielding psychopath to jump out at her any second now.
“Just so we’re clear here… I’m in a hit first, ask questions later kind of mood.”
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He's not really good at keeping himself out of trouble. He's terrible at directions, at camping, at doing anything other than laying about and mulling on his existence with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. None of his vices are here in the excess he needs them in and it's chafing him.
Still, none of his virtues are here either. There's no Spirit to cloud his judgment, no Dream-walking, no nothing. It reminds him of his aborted attempt to take mood stabilizers for his bipolar disorder only worse, somehow, because he still craves the high from Spirit and can't get to it. When he medicated, he didn't want it.
"I ate something and now I can't stop moving," he says by way of explanation. "You can spare me the lecture, though."
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“You what?!” Forget about his request to skip the lecture - as if she were ever in a position to give one - the exasperation that drips from those two words is evidence enough that she’s the least impressed right now. Of course, he would have known she would be which is why, she suspects, he’s out in the woods and not sticking closer to the village.
“Adrian… You -” She runs a hand down her face, cutting herself off before she can launch into a pointless argument. “Who gave it to you?”
Oh Rose, you’re giving him way too much credit.
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And wishing for the super power of deflecting Rose Hathaway's disdain.
"I'm not going to die from this or anything, am I?"
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Yelling would get her nowhere but dammit if she wasn’t considering a good hard smack upside the head later, just to knock some sense into him.
“How should I know?! I don’t go around putting strange things in my mouth!”
It was the kind of opening she would have jumped on had she been in his position but at present, she was torn between exasperation and concern.
Her eyes narrow on the tree, the bits of bark flaking away beneath the tight grip of his fingers as concentration lines etched across her forehead. She could already guess that if he let go he’d be back to pinging off the trees in the woods and knowing his luck he’d smash right into a Wendigo nest.
“I could always knock you out?” The suggestion more serious than he’d probably like.
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"I'm not going to let you do it, though. I guess the only thing you really can do is eat one of these things so you can keep up with me."