Test Drive 19

[sixthiteration]

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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

July is going to be wet and wild, villagers. Keep an eye to the sky and hold onto your hats!

1. 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.


2. 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!


3. 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.


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

[cannily]

The dog is holding Cael as much as being held, from this angle; he shoves his own dripping face to its own, brow to brow, trying to reassure the trio of them while they make careful progress to the shore.

"I know," he says, resisting the impulse for eye contact. Animals, he finds, seem to hate that. "I hate when my fur coat got wet, and I could at least take it off."

Hair is only so much better. "I thought dogs were good at herding animals," he says to his new companion, hefting the dog in both arms as they hit the deepest point of the crossing. Harder to fall, easier to ve swept. Looking back, he tries to see through the grey rain, if any dark branches are coming along the grey water. "Not for having to chase all over yonder."

[epundemic]

"You have a fur coat?" Ellie can't help but fixate on that point, because it's incredibly surreal to her that any human would own something like that. With all of her obsession with pop culture and the way things used to be, she skipped over fashion entirely.

"That's weird as hell, dude." Maybe it's one of those things you shouldn't point attention to because it's rude or something. Ellie generally doesn't give a shit, but she's trying to fit in with these people. She doesn't want to be a social outcast because she can't always keep her mouth shut.

"Where I come from, there aren't many dogs left. Most animals are sick or dead. I think some have even turned into monsters. So this guy isn't that bad." She's nervously talking, rambling as they cross the deep part of the murky water. She's terrified of being swept out and drowning, but is trying not to let it show on her face. Her attempt to appear calm is ruined entirely when she nearly stumbles over some of the mossy covered rocks at the bottom of the creek. She curses under her breath as she rights her step, grip tightening on the dog.

[cannily]

In different conditions, he might have edged around the dog to give her a second look--that sounded like the wastes to the south, across the sea. Perhaps Serran had been conquered in their people's absence, not yet revived. Would he recognize a young woman of Vorrena, or Latun?

Better she didn't recognize him, were that the case. Better to shift his weight with a long, audible breath--under the dog, wide of stance and still between the stones. As she slips, the best he can do is hold steady, the dog making a high, short sound at his ear as they both hold it tighter than it might prefer. "Shhh," he tells them both, before blowing rain and hair away from his mouth. At least he'll be too soaked to notice the rain in his boots, when he gets back to them.

"After two," he says, counting them down as their hearts slow, moving his feet again on the third beat. "Where I'm from, they only keep dogs in the agricultural district. If you want an extra mouth to feed, most keep cats, birds. Snakes are hard to raise in the cold, but I suppose that's the point. Showing off." Fur coats weren't quite the same, though he'd been fond of his own. "I had one. I had a whole wardrobe of very normal clothing. Sealskin is better in the rain, but it's hard to wear a thing when you've seen its face."

Lucky for the dog, licking rainwater off his chin. "Let's get him on the shore and get you out of this."

[epundemic]

All that he says goes way over her head. It sounds like another world entirely. Which wouldn't be that unusual, considering this place has people from just about everywhere. She wants to comment on his weird wardrobe choices, but the idea of wearing a dog or something else's skin makes her uneasy. So she nods to what he says and grits her teeth to gather what's left of her strength. They work together to get to the other side, Ellie facing her fear of water to make sure they get the job done.

At the edge of the creek she releases her hold and slowly lets it transfer over onto him. He'll be able to get the dog on dry enough land, and she's quick to try and follow. She ends up letting herself leap forward to crash land on the edge of the creek, her legs still dangling in the water. It doesn't matter much to her, she laughs with relief at having a good grip on grass and solid earth. Everything's wet with the insane amount of rain, but at least they'll all be safe.

"You didn't have to help." There's a pause as she turns her head to look his way. "Thanks."

[cannily]

She's an ungainly pup in her own right; even the seals flop more effectively onto their rocks, though he's too busy suddenly behind handed the dog's full weight to truly appreciate it. Cael's exhale of protest is lost to the rain, the babble of water along the rocky edge, and there's the slightest change of wet when the scrabbling dog tears part of his shapeless shirt with its claws.

"Yes, well," he huffs, pushing the animal up before sliding downstream, "I suppose the face thing also applies to people carting dogs from the arse end of nowhere."

Scooping his hands into the brackish water, he finds her booted foot and heaves, helping her fight the lack of purchase on wet shale. "Is it even still up there," he asks, "or did it get confused and jump back in?"