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.

→ Character want ads are here.

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

[250mhzwabl]

Jack's half out of his shirt, skin crawling and head a boiling frenzy, so focused on just getting air on his skin and escaping the all-encompassing heat that it barely registers that there's someone there. Then she's in his personal space, hands wrapped around his, forcing him to look up - and saying words that whip him back years, to the reckless hedonism of clubs and raves before the world collapsed into spartan essentials, like absolutely nothing's changed.

He breathes heavily for a few staring, amazed moments, then sinks his forehead and damp ginger fringe into their hands, shaking with wheezy, pained laughter in the brief moment of clarity. Tweaking out on hot noodles. Brilliant.

"Ah- just ate something spicy," he manages, he thinks, aware that he's mumbling around pain and his whole head streaming. "Really spicy."

[connatural]

Soon as she can, Ashley is scanning his eyes, trying to get an idea what he might be on. Worse, what he might need. The worst she knew of in this place was the pot that was pretty freely kept, dried on someone's porch and left there, but who knew what someone might get in one of those mystery boxes she's heard about.

Sitting back on her heels, eyes narrowing as he starts to laugh. If this is a prank, she's going to be pissed as hell.

"You... Are you kidding me?" She sighs, rolling her eyes. Then she stops, cursing under her breath. "Let me guess. Red salt?"

Dammit, why did they even leave that shit laying around. She's beginning to think it's a hazing prank.

[250mhzwabl]

"Yeah," he croaks, and frees a hand enough to try to sip more water. It's cool, at least, even if that's barely any help. He dunks his shirt in the bucket and slaps it onto the back of his neck, trying hard to focus on staying in his own head in front of this very nice, very concerned woman even if every inch of him is burning up and the occasional tense whimpery noise is unavoidable. He's shivering with the effort. Or the feverishness. Or probably both - the endorphins are making everything swimmy, and god she's being nice. He feels vaguely bad that he has worried a Very Nice Person even as a spidery-crawling part of his brain wonders if it's possible to die from eating something too spicy.

"Not salt, ey."

[connatural]

"Sadly, yeah salt. It's some native thing that they leave laying around for anyone," she says, obviously not happy and not hiding that from the bitterness in her tones.

"Look. I'm going to leave you here, go see if there's any of those tubers in the fridge, or anything like that. Something that will help your system, okay? That means you staying here, okay?"

Not that she thinks he's going to bolt but given how that shit can feel, she isn't swearing to it. Times like this she really wished her mom was there. She knew how to help people. Ashley just knew how to break things so she got what they wanted. Things including people but, eh, so be it.

"I'll be right back." She pushes to her feet, praying she can find something that might help until it wears off.