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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"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.

Mistakes. Sam felt like he had written the book on those lately. " Loosely at best I would wager." he said " So you read a lot or were you just learning things?"

There was a chuckle from him ." I wouldn't use a moral compass as an argument, most humans are questionable on theirs." he'd really seen the best and the worst of humans and other creatures alike in his time out there in the world. He caught up to her and dipped his hand in the water disturbing the reflection on the river, bringing his hand up and flicking water from his finger tips at her. " You don't seem to melt with water either." he said chuckling. " O maybe that is crap witch lore?"

Sam smirked. "I'm pretty sure that doesn't even qualify as witch lore. Maybe MGM Studios lore." Avery, of course, had a whole file cabinet on his theories around witches, but in the short while that she'd known about the world of darkness, she'd seen no evidence whatsoever that they existed. And more importantly, neither had Avery. And he'd been at this shit a lot longer.

Fuck. Why did her brain keep coming back around to him? She was pissed at him. Furious. And he wasn't even here for a punch in the face.

She sighed softly. "You're right about the moral compass thing though, I guess. Sometimes, people just fucking suck."

There was a crooked smile and an amused exhale of air as he half laughed. " Pretty much the same thing." he said. In his world witches did exist, and he'd dealt with more than just a few... and their hex bags and all of that fancy stuff they bring.

He really was getting to like this lady here. Vampire or not she seemed to be cool. Not really like anyone he'd met before, except maybe a shade or two of Jo.

He frowned " More times than not sadly people just suck." he cleared his throat, " So, uh how long have you been stuck here?"

She rolled her eyes up to the sky, doing the mental math, before arriving at the incredibly depressing answer. "About fourteen months," she said. Her birthday had come and gone. No one had noticed. But at least she'd been human at the time, and able to treat herself to more than one drink that night.

Ralfing never felt so good.

"It can get a little rough trying to keep track of time here," she murmured. "I mean, between the bouts of oh-no-oh-no-oh-the-horror-why we have a lot of...downtime." The days felt the same. They melted into each other, so alike that it felt like Groundhog Day.

Minus the music.

Fourteen months...he'd not been here that long, no where near it, but some how the idea of being away that long, not knowing what happened back home..not knowing if his brother was alright, he paled quite a bit. At least in the cage he would now for sure that Lucifer and Michal were contained. His stomach knotted and for a second he felt like he was going to...ralf.

" Ha.. yeah I guess I could see that" he said trying to calm himself down. It was the worst feeling, knowing something horrible could have happened, not being able to know for sure...and being able to do absolutely nothing about it.

Sam gave him a sideways glance. It was a depressing thing to say. And apparently equally depressing to hear. She considered apologizing to him, but then realized that was fucking stupid. Why the hell would she apologize for telling him the truth? It sucked, but that was that.

Still, she felt kind of bad.

For some reason, she had a talent for saying the wrong thing. Pretty much constantly.

At least this time she hadn't been actively trying.

"It is what it is."

Well with that knack for saying the wrong thing she also could say the right thing, it felt like even as small as the phrase was, it could be applied to both sources of his headache." You're right" he said nodding and smiling a bit thinly. Sorry. It has to be hard for you too. am sure you left things behind too when you got picked...or however this thing works here."

He'd just have to do what he could, and really hope that Dean was off some where living that apple pie life. Just like Sam had wanted him to do.

Sadly, he was very, very wrong. Sam had, quite literally, nothing to go back to now. Not after what Avery had done to her. She was still upset about it, still regretting the mistake of looking him in the eyes...

"One of my guys is going to be waiting two blocks away, at the corner of Madison and Amelia. Sam, I want you to listen to me very carefully."

Startled by the urgency in his tone, Sam's eyes met Avery's.

And that was her big mistake.

It was hard to describe the way it felt. The best she could come up with was a sense of tiny, invisible fish hooks shooting out of his eyes and going directly into hers, latching onto the tissue of her brain. It was more than just her brain. It was her Self. It didn't hurt. But it wasn't pleasant either. And she couldn't squirm free.

Vaguely, she was aware of Avery talking again. His voice sounded far-away and cottony. "If I die in this attempt, I need you to drop everything and run for that truck to save yourself. Don't look back. Don't try to save me or anyone else. Just escape."

For some reason, that sounded like a very good idea. She nodded absently.

She shook her head, snapping herself back to the present. "Well," she said dryly, "for what it's worth, we've got some people here picked up from the same world. But different times. Whatever they do to get us here, it doesn't seem to disrupt the natural flow of time. Or it splinters our realities into two alternate timelines. Not really sure which."

" For the sake of everyone back home I hope it just splinters, and there is some version of me....right where he is supposed to be." with out really stopping to think better of a statement of that weight.

There was a sigh from him and a thoughtful look to his own hands before he looked to her again. " Hey..thanks."

Sam raised one of her delicate, ginger eyebrows. "Not that I don't love gratitude," she said, "but I'm not sure I've done or said anything helpful."

Nor was that exactly her style, these days.

"Honestly," she said, "I'm probably the worst person in this entire freak show to be giving the 'welcome to hell' speech."

" Trust me, you have." he said " I haven't been here long but...I've been really stuck in my own head." to put it lightly, he'd been pretty much obsessing about a way to get back home, up til this point he was thinking if he is not in the cage, something went wrong and he left the world burning back home.

Now that was a problem Sam could relate to. She was forever stuck in her own head. Maybe it was a Sam thing. "The best thing you can do," she said, "is find some way to be useful, I guess. We're a barter society. Just trying to get by with all the bullshit. Find yourself a job. Something to do. A reason to get out of bed every morning."

It was hard-earned advice. Something that Sam had been fucking slow to understand.

And as thankless as she felt most of her responsibilities were...at least they were hers.

That was something.

There is another nod from him. " That really isn't exclusive to just here." he said pausing a bit. " So..What's your reason?" he finally said.

All of this would be new to him, from what he could tell the place where they were had not developed to what he would call modern times, but it's not like it was completely impossible to live. Just different from what he was used to.

"Vodka."

She said it with a completely straight face. She knew exactly how hilarious that sounded. But, frankly, there were more than a few of them who needed the hiatus from life that a good buzz could provide.

If she could drink, Sam would probably be a drunken mess nine days out of ten.

"I have a distillery in the inn kitchen."

Even though she had said the initial word Vodka with a straight face, Sam laughed a little. It sounded like an answer Bobby would give, well replace vodka with whiskey.

He'd seen what people looked like who were seeking the bottom of a bottle most days, not a real good look honestly. AS she went on to explain more it sounded less funny and more business.

" I am sure that is...quite profitable around here."

It wasn't clear to Sam how to measure profit. Frankly, as far as she was concerned, just being here was an overall net loss. But she shrugged. "It keeps us from killing each other," she said. At least, she was reasonably sure that none of the inmates had murdered any of the other inmates. Everyone seemed way too chill for that, in spite of the circumstances around them.

Maybe it was true what they said. Misery did love company.

Although, by that theory, Sam, the most miserable person in the universe, would have been hugely popular.

Fucking social sciences. They never made sense.

"Anyway," she said. "Find something to fill your days. That's the first and last time I'll ever give any advice."

" Also a very good thing. Homicidal people stuck in a same place would be on my check no list that's for sure." in a sense that was a profit on it's self, who knows what this place might look like if people were snapping left and right.

Sam was also pretty miserable, but he had spent time on his own and pushing people away because of it..the result was less than favorable. He'd just come to terms with the fact that he just simply cares too much about those in his life to continue that path.

"Yeah, kind of got that impression." even though he also got the impression that even in spite of her trying to keep people at arms length, that she may not be the type to do so when it came down to it.

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