sixthiteration | Test Drive 19

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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.

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Well, the new boy was certainly taking the existence of non-humans with grace. Which gave Sam a couple of possible notions about the world he came from. She couldn't help but speculate.

Scientific curiosity was one of the few good things she'd gotten from her bio-parents.

"Not really prying," Sam said, taking the strip and carefully wrapping it around her hand. "I volunteered the info. You must be pretty new here if you missed my glorious coming out announcement on the shitty-ass version of the interwebs they gave us." She nodded her chin to the wrist cuff around her arm.

Fucking hell, she missed the real internet.

And air conditioning. Like, so much.

"I'm a vampire," she said, leaning over to tie off the cloth with her teeth. Her perfectly ordinary, human teeth, thank you very much. "And before you ask, no, I don't fucking sparkle."

Perhaps someday they would be good enough friends that he would tell her about his world, and having an accidental hand in starting the apocalypse, and the whole being the devils pretty little meat suit.

There was a little chuckle from him, " Must have missed that memo," which could have easily gone by him while he was busy trying to find an escape route back home. " I did notice that the network here seems to be...uh...lacking." Yes, He missed the internet as well, the real internet, it would make finding things out g a lot more smoothly, that is for sure.

Hold the phone...a vampire. Yes, he could see that her teeth were not like vampires he was used to, ya know the whole shark toothed in need of some serious dental work. That news did put him on alert, shown in the way he half stepped back as she shared. She didn't appear to be eyeballing his neck or anything, for now he would opt to not flip and gave a dry laugh. " Well, you are hanging out by a river in the sun, definitely don't see any of the shimmery glow as of now."

Okay, this dude was officially weird. Pretty, but weird. He stepped away from her and made a joke in the same breath. His world clearly had vampires. And equally shitty vampire fiction. "Trust me," she said dryly, her mouth filled with fabric for another moment. "The only thing about me that sparkles is my fucking personality."

She finished bandaging her hand and was pleased to see that the bleeding had pretty much stopped.

Well, what could she expect? Corpses didn't really bleed anyway.

With a sigh, she looked up at the stranger. "To be clear," she said, still hurting a little from that step back, "Yes, I drink blood. No, I don't want yours. Yes, I could be seen as dangerous. No, I don't hurt people. Unless they tell me that Greedo shot first. Then they must suffer."

Weird? Nah, just seen a metric ton of shit. way more than any ordinary person would, or should have to in his opinion. She is cute, and funny. And a vampire, a fricken vampire. Sam really wanted to like her though, the big softy.

And she likes Starwars. There was a laugh from him " Yes,*I* might bite them if they said that." Careful, he'd need to be very careful here. " I'm Sam." he said finally.

Joking about biting wasn't her thing. Sam really took her position as a predator--lowercase p--seriously. And it was important to her that no one be afraid of her. Not here. Not in close quarters. But she laughed all the same. Because joking about science fiction definitely was her thing. And having someone else who got that reference was extremely refreshing.

Still, she sucked in air between her teeth at his name. "No," she said, shaking her head, "that's not gonna work. You're gonna have to be 'Samuel' or 'Sampson' or 'Sammy.' See. The thing is. I'm the village Sam."

She offered him her good hand for a shake.

"Sam Moon. Los Angeles, 2014."

Yeah. Later on he would realize just what an insensitive comment that was given the present company even if she had laughed none the less. Being slightly nervous did that to him sometimes.

He lofted an eye brow as she said tat his name wouldn't work. " Uh, I've been Sam my whole life, besides I highly doubt that there would be confusion between you and I." waving his hand between, the two of them to indicate they clearly look different. No way was he letting anyone call him Samuel, Sammy was too familiar, since Dean was really the only person who called him that, at least the only person he would answer to that for.

He smiled and brought his hand up taking hers and shaking it. " Detroit...at least tat is the last place I was back home. 2010."

She let the name thing go without comment. He was probably right, anyway. It was really that she wanted to avoid being known as vampire!Sam. Or worse...Sampire. She'd have to figure out a way to spread around something like Tall Sam or Guy Sam when people talked about him. She was a millennial, she knew her memes.

Her handshake was firm. Karen was always on her case about that. She was supposed to have a weak handshake. There were hunters around. Anyone could notice her severe lack of pulse.

Well. Screw that.

No one respected a girl with a weak handshake. And it wasn't like she was hiding.

Not any more...

"I take it Detroit's not home?"

Well, he wouldn't be calling her vampire Sam or anything of the nature. If he gets to know her better he will be the guy telling her that vampire doesn't define her, or at least t shouldn't. No more that being the Devil's vessel defined him. It is a responsibility that one has in a way.

She had quite a grip, which he could respect. He'd not been trying to squeeze the bejesus out of her hand, but he was also showing a firm hand shake.

He shook his head, " No, I mean..I have a place I was born, but...the road is pretty much home for me. Or it was for a lot of my life."

"The road is your home?" Sam said, pulling her hand back and hooking her thumb through her beltloop. "What are you? A cowboy? Roadie? Oh, shit, please don't tell me you're a Dead Head because I hung out with a group of them once and got so stoned and the sense memory makes me wanna ralf."

That word again. Bucky kept making fun of her for saying it.

Well, buck him.

She smiled pleasantly enough, but something was nagging at the back of her brain. She couldn't really define it but...something felt a little off about this guy. As it was, she was still forming hypotheses about where exactly he came from.

Besides Detroit. And the 'road' apparently.

There was a little bit of an awkward laugh from him. " No No, nothing like that..." the conversation was pleasant, he certainly didn't want it to become ugly. Not when he is standing there in shorts with no shoes, and no weapons to defend himself if need be. Which he really hoped it wouldn't ever come to that. Living like that was so exhausting.

After a bit of a pause, he decided on the safe cliff note version to explain things. " My mother was killed when I was a few months old...house fire. My dad reacted to it by taking my brother and I on the road, we never really stayed one place too long, when he died, my brother and I pretty much kept traveling. Helping people with odd jobs" there was a shrug from him as if it was no big deal." I uh..I did get to go to Stanford for a while. I think that was the longest I ever stayed in one place..." he shook his head smiling, that was more than enough about himself for now. " What about you? Were you in LA your whole life?'

She decided to take it at face value. But there was still something eating at her. She supposed she was just using her Kindred brain. A habit she seriously needed to break, if she was going to stay sane.

Or alive.

At any rate, she pushed her doubts to a dark corner of her mind.

"Uh, no. Originally from Chicago. Well, Lake Forest, which is only about 45 minutes north. Spent a little bit of time in Arizona before moving out west but...Stanford, huh?" She gave a low, appreciative whistle. "Nice. I remember looking at it for grad school but...life had a way of happening."

Or, you know, unlife.

She was pretty sharp, but for now he would rather just leave it at that. He had enough of a worry wart complex thinking about Hell breaking loose and his brother in the cross fire because something happened to where he some how, some way ended up not in that Cage with Lucifer.

" Sounds like you got to get around your self." he said " Ha, yeah, I get that. Life happening is why I didn't graduate." She was pretty easy to talk to, it was really nice. He'd been pretty much like a long tailed cat in a rocking chair factory since his arrival here. Still on guard on the inside, but for what this was, it was nice.

"Hey, a fellow dropout," she said, affecting a grin. "We could start a club. We've already got a name for it: Sam's Club." A pause. "Except for the fact that Sam's Club is run by a fascist organization that abuses its employees. At least in my universe, anyway."

There seemed to be plenty of universal constants. George Washington. Star Wars. The Cubs sucking.

Still, she didn't like to assume.

"What were you studying?"

" Ayup. Totally bailed senior year." there was another chuckle from him. " I feel like we should fist bump or something." and more of a smile. " Yeah, pretty much the same in my world. Maybe we should name it 'the crap happens club' never know who is waiting to sue for rights after all."

Well, not that Sam here knows but at least the Cub do get a World Series win...in site of the goat curse. He as also noticing the similarities, maybe some how they came from the same world...no...normal teeth...vampire. It was pretty interesting to say the least.

" Oh.. Law. How about you?"

The crap happens club.

That was a hashtag truth.

Sam wrinkled her nose a little at law. Her parents probably would have loved it if she took that path, as much as they'd been pushing for pre-med. "Biology," she said. "And a double in Art History, with a minor in Art-Art. I was hoping to go to grad school for genetics. Get a job in a lab. Crack all the secrets of deoxyribonucleic acid. Become the youngest winner of a Nobel. No biggie."

She was pretty sure vampires were ineligible.

And also, there probably was no Nobel committee left, any more.

"Very useful skills for this clown rodeo," she said, making a vague gesture to the river and the town beyond it.

It certainly was, maybe someday it would be upgraded to the crap happens ....sometimes club, not that he was going to hold his breath for that....ever.

" I don't know majors like that sound like the making of a fresh new upcoming artist. Dude, I'd be proud of my kid." he said " Creative with brains too. sounds Nobel worthy to me." he was trying not to seem like the awkward turtle here, not that he would be very effective because..the moose was pretty awkward out of his element.

It was awkward. But more in the amusing sort of way, less in the get-into-my-van-with-no-windows-or-doors kind of way.

Actually, talking with him was a little like talking to Avery. Fucking Avery. Admittedly, the references were updated. But there was just this sense of massive...uncomfortable, writhing beneath the skin.

Fuck knew why. With a face like that, he had no reason to be awkward, like, ever. But that might have been her LA brain talking.

"I think they were," she said, realizing a second too late that she'd used the past tense. For all she knew it was true. But it still stung.

Well, with his track record with pretty much anything female it was easy to be pretty awkward. Sam also doesn't have much of an go, he left that part up to Dean, his ego was big enough for the both of them.

Ah, she'd lost her parents too. He chanced bringing his hand up lightly placing his finger tips on her shoulder, sure he didn't know her but, he was still not awkward enough to recognize pain, " Hey...if you think they were, they probably were more than just proud of you."

Kindred were not huge touchers, as a rule. But Sam was kind of a rebel beyond her hair. She loved touched. She craved it, in fact. More than once, she'd embarrassed every member of her clan by throwing herself across a room to give Avery a big hug. He was as close as she came to family and she needed that.

All the same, she was a little surprised.

Just...not unpleasantly so.

She glanced down at his hand for a second, then looked up, forcing a smile. "Probably," she agreed. And she did mean it.

And there was that awkward half laugh as he drew his hand back " Sorry." he said quickly. It was real easy to forget that in this sort of place, just like home people might not really want to be touched, no matter how innocent it may be.

Shifting a bit and looking toward the sky. " So, uh.. does the sun bother you? I mean we could go talk inside some where."

She laughed a little. "That whole 'vampires go fizzle-pop in sunlight' thing is a little more complicated than Anne Rice would lead you to believe," she said. And, as she turned her face to the sun like a sunflower, she had to admit, it was a little more complicated than any vampire had ever let her to believe.

But that was okay. Complicated was...

Complicated was very, very human.

And she liked feeling human.

"But going inside is probably a good idea. It gets fucking hot around this time."

He brought his hands up, with a little bit of a grin " Well, things are different here." he said. In his experience vampires of his world could tolerate sunlight in short bursts and it was not really a favorite activity when they did. " but...most vampire lore is complete crap anyway." he said with a shrug.

" Lead the way. I have about had my quota of heat for the day." he spoke waving his hand toward the path leading up toward town.

Her eyebrows shot up. "Vampire lore?" she repeated.

Two immediate possibilities came to mind. Either he had been one of those teenagers back in the day who hung out around Hot Topic and wore black mascara, referring to himself as one of the 'children of the night' or, again, there was something as fucked up about his world as her own.

She wasn't sure which one to root for.

But she started walking, following the bank of the river, flexing her fingers experimentally.

If she exists, which she clearly does, he was figuring that her world must have similar creatures that go bump in the night. He wasn't so sure on the reception of people that did work like he and his brother,,, which was hunting the creatures.

" Yeah, I mean a lot of it came from some bored writer who decided to make up a story after all, right?" he followed behind her keeping a respectable distance, but not too far.

"Varney the Vampire," she said. "James Malcolm Rymer and Thomas Peckett Prest." Karen had made her read it, mostly to demonstrate the long-lasting impact of Masquerade breaches and how dangerous they could be to her continued existence. Such that it was. "At least in my world. Followed by Dracula, which, from what I hear, was definitely based on a real vampire." Supposedly the founder of the Ordo Dracul. And supposedly nothing like Bram Stoker made him out to be.

But close enough to be recognized.

She reached out, holding her hand over the surface of the river. Her reflection waved back. "For what it's worth, I got a reflection. And, you know, a moral compass."

And it usually even pointed north.

Give or take a few...mistakes.

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