Test Drive 20 (August & September)

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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

Happy anniversary, villagers! Buckle up!

1. HEAT WAVE - Poor you. All you were trying to do was get yourself a little something to eat from the kitchen at the inn. Maybe you cooked it up yourself (The inn does, after all, have an electric stove — FANCY!), or maybe you just grabbed some leftovers. By accident or on purpose, you ended up with way more RED SALT in there than you maybe should have, and this is no ordinary seasoning. Whether you like things eye-wateringly spicy or not, it's August, you're sweating buckets, and it's only getting worse.


2. SKUNK DRUNK - Isn't that just the way? You're out and about, minding your own business, and you get sprayed by a BROWN SKUNK. The good news? It doesn't stink like a normal skunk. The also possibly good news, depending on who you ask? You're now in for about 5 hours of being very, very friendly. (Just remember to keep the test drive PG!)


3. BRAIN CANDY - Whether you made it to the anniversary party or not, you've gotten your hands on a piece of leftover candy from the big bash. Careful, though, these treats are more than meets the eye: Whatever COLOR it was, you've now taken on the associated personality traits. (Not the power, just the traits.) At least it only lasts 10 minutes.


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
- Display names may be changed by characters on the fly, but anyone can tap to see someone's real full name

Please list your CHARACTER NAME, CANON & PROMPT in your SUBJECT LINE.

Comments

[nonstopnarcissist]

Give me the specs and what you'll need to run a game and I'll see what I can do.

[250mhzwabl]

Looks like I'm signed up to be a good boy the rest of the year haha

I can sketch out the schematics no problem. Meet you?

[nonstopnarcissist]

Not so good as to be boring. That'd be tragic.

Find me at the forge, I'm working. Just knock and shout.

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[250mhzwabl]

The forge isn't difficult to find, and Jack's definitely whistling Christmas carols all the way in, all the way until he knocks on the door and singsongs brightly.

"Jolly old Saint Nicholas~!"

[nonstopnarcissist]

With the fire on full and red hot metal in between his tongs, hammer coming down? Tony doesn't hear him right off the bat, turning and shaping the bar until it's a little flatter, wider. Working on a hunting knife for Peggy. Two, ten, fifteen hits to get it to the right rough width he sets it back in the fire, sitting back and scrubbing sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

"Oh, hey." He waves to the ginger. "Red Menace, right?"

[250mhzwabl]

His mysterious benefactor being otherwise occupied? That's a very good thing. Because it gives Jack a moment to square his quite literal mental image of silver hair and a bowl-full-of-jelly gut with the man who's actually at the forge. A moment to mentally rewind to the conversation, then stuff those messages firmly down the memory hole, because it's one thing to cheerfully flirt with a raunchy grandfather and another thing entirely to cheerfully flirt with a sweaty man with very nice arms.

"Jack Holden." Smile, offer hand, just another day of networking in a world your education never prepared you for. "Guilty of cricketing crimes as charged."

[nonstopnarcissist]

Tony takes a moment to peel of his gloves and wipe his hand on a rag hanging from his back pocket before taking the offered hand, shaking it. He's trying to be better about his quirks, his weird...thing, with being handed things. Being handed a hand? Innocent enough. "Tony Stark."

Iron man, resident genius and current blacksmith. "And they are crimes. Seriously, cricket? Not even a fun sport to heckle, and I can make heckling golf fun."

[250mhzwabl]

"Oh, I bet you'd be a natural with some practice," he reassures him, more amused than anything. "Sure I couldn't tempt you into a life of villainy? Six-a-side takes less than an hour."

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Kinda busy-" He gestures to a wall covered in names, projects, and diagrams. "Got more than enough to keep me busy. It's a tempting offer, though"

[250mhzwabl]

Jack strolls over to the wall, giving a low whistle at the size of the list of names - followed by a little quirk of his eyebrow and glance over his shoulder.

"Are you, ah. Supposed to list your informant right on the wall like that-?" Informant of what, too, but one thing at a time.

[nonstopnarcissist]

"It was that or 'magic specialist' and I'm not putting that on the wall of my lab dedicated to science." Rude. Seriously, he's not about to do that.

[250mhzwabl]

"Ah, right. The M Word." He nods sagely, having heard enough rants on this topic back home from Dr. Myers alone to fill a decent-sized binder. He finishes glancing through. "'Fashionista'-?"

[nonstopnarcissist]

"I make her a sewing machine, I get something that isn't scrubs. These are bulk made, off the rack, and not tailored to my figure. It's fucking appalling." And he will not stand for it.

[250mhzwabl]

"Aha." Right. Barter. That . . thing he doesn't have much to contribute to, right now. "So . . . I suppose that does raise the question as to how I'm meant to pay for the cricket bats."

Apart from in orgy IOUs, that is.

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Well that depends on what you can do. Most of my trading has been items for labor or future labor. So, gingersnap-" He crosses his arms, head canted to the side. "What you got?"

[250mhzwabl]

"Let's see-" He takes a deep breath and releases it, ticking things off on his fingers. "About two years of on-the-job training in electrical engineering and communications, focus on generators and radio. Mostly petrol generators but I learned a bit about wind and water turbine systems there, too. Not too proud to do odd jobs. I can stay at my post about fifty hours in an emergency before I start to mix things up." A pause. "And a bachelor's in art history from Cambridge, but that one's been a little less useful post-apocalypse."

[nonstopnarcissist]

Tony's attention had been drifting between Jack and his project list up until that fist bit of useful skill- then his eyes snap back dark and focused and weighty. The full bore of his mind settling on Jack and taking in the details. Face, hands, fingers- the hands of someone that's scuffed around and cut up from wires and wirework and the rest of what comes out of his mouth?

Super useful.

"You're my new wiring gremlin."

[250mhzwabl]

"Fair warning, I do eat after midnight," he quips without missing a beat. "Though- hm. Do I have to make wire? Don't believe I've ever done that."

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Nope, I handle that. If you want to learn I can offer a practical demonstration right now." He's got wire that needs drawing and an attentive audience makes the tedious work go quicker.