Test Drive 20 (August & September)

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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

Rose Tyler | Doctor Who

[domestic]

Heat Wave

Really, she wasn't much of a cook. She got by, but for the last several years most of her food's been take-away and delivery, or served up in the Torchwood cafeteria. She's gotten perhaps a bit lazy, and as such has taken to snagging leftovers from the kitchen whenever they're pronounced up for grabs.

This is a bloody mistake. She's two bites in before the salt hits, and it comes on slow. She lowers her fork, murmurs, "Oh. Oh my... god."

Fans her mouth a bit, but the heat just keeps climbing. Those hand-waves become a bit frantic, and she gropes for her water. Chugs the whole thing in one go. It does nothing. "Oh my god-"

And then she's up on her feet, tearing across the dining are toward the kitchen, searching frantically for milk. She upturns a pitcher directly into her mouth, and green lines of it streak down the corners onto her top.

Skunk Drunk

She happens upon the poor thing on accident. She'd taken to wandering around the woods outside of the town, a little meak exploration because that's what she does. One step over the wrong log and there it is, dusting her right in the face despite her squawk of protest. One second later and she hits the ground, remarkably just shy of bonkin' her noggin' on the aforementioned log.

She wakes up to a concerned citizen hovering over her prone body, their face fading slowly into view. When her vision clears and her eyes latch on, a sort of sideways grin spreads across her face. Music plays in her mind.

"Oh. Hello."

Bruce Banner - Heat Wave

[notsoangry]

Bruce is on his way into the inn to scrounge up something as well, yearning for the time of easy access to the internet to explain how he could help create a super bot but not build a chicken coop. He rubs his eyes, missing his glasses, and steps inside just in time to watch what was happening in what felt like slow motion. Because he isn't fast enough to warn her abut the salt, or fast enough to get her the milk, so he just witnesses it instead. Wincing in sympathy, since this exact thing happened to him not too long ago.

"I'm so sorry, we really need to put a label on that." He can't help her with the milk, but he does manage to get a rag and make sure it's clean before offering it to her. He isn't going to pat her face down for her, but at least she has access to this if she wants it. "It's a natural mineral from here, you might feel flushed for maybe ten minutes?" He hopes at least, that she didn't ingest too much of it.

[domestic]

She's still got the pitcher pressed to her lips when he arrives, and she shoots him a positively pathetic look like he's the one to have personally betrayed her. Broken hearted, wounded, hoisted upon her own lazy petard. She even eeks out a little sob, which bubbles to the top of the thing. Truly a sad day for the mouth of Rose Tyler.

A second or so later she lowers it, cheeks still bulging with milk but with just enough pride to want to stop leaking all over her blouse. The pitcher gets set down in favor of eagerly accepting the rag, which she blots along her puffed cheek and then abysmally at her shirt.

It's an exercise in futility, she looks like a nutter. Another sad, put-upon choked-out fake-sob, and finally she swallows.

"If by flushed you mean on bleeding fire. Seriously, who does that to themselves? What is that? My god."

[notsoangry]

Bruce doesn't think she looks like a nutter, mostly because many people had been in this exact situation not too long ago. "I ended up dropping several plates and fracturing a few." There were pieces everywhere on the floor and he'd tried his best to clean it up, but it wasn't exactly a great place to way his time there. He was full of sympathy and concern for her. "I think there's a washing machine somewhere too." To clean her clothes up too, but he hadn't gotten knowledge about where everything was just yet.

"It's something that's called red salt, apparently, it deceptively seems like something you can put on your food. It's native to this place. I think someone said there's a way to cook it that doesn't make you want to cry, but I'm pretty sure that's not a risk worth taking." Bruce certainly had no intentions to end up in that same place as before, thanks. "Take deep breaths and keep drinking the milk, it won't be much longer. I'm sorry, I know it's terrible."

Skunk Drunk

[windsrising]

It's not the first time that the Doctor has wandered straight into the middle of something that's more than it looks like at first sight. To be perfectly honest, it's not even terribly likely to be the last time he walks into a situation that isn't entirely what it seems - and given that he has no real idea just what's happened before he happens across Rose, he hasn't even the slightest idea that there might be something else going on.

"Ah, good. You're awake." This is paired with a smile, before he continues. "Are you alright? It's just, I found you passed out here."

Or sleeping, perhaps, but he's leaning a little more towards the 'passed out' end of the scale, given the circumstances.

[domestic]

If this were a cartoon, tiny little hearts would be circling around her head and popping like bubbles before their very eyes. Honestly, it isn't that he isn't perfectly charming looking of his own accord, but there's no real reasonable explanation for why it is she wants to jump on him and snog him into the nearest tree. Be still her beating heart.

She says none of this, of course, and can only offer him a rather dreamy smile when she says, "Never better."

Rose pushes upright, elbows in the dirt, then palms, until she's up enough to place a hand on his lapel like the wilting summer flower she certainly isn't. That is, however, about the time the confusion sets in because- why the hell was she laying down beside a bloody log on the floor of a forest in the first place? A precursory glance over her shoulder reveals no threats, no danger, nothing, so she follows it up with, "Where... the hell are we?"

And when's the wedding??

[windsrising]

"I'm glad to hear it."

There's a smile to go with the words, and to all appearances, both the smile and the words are genuinely meant. The part where she puts a hand on his lapel is a little surprising, yes. But it's hardly the weirdest thing he's had happen, and for all that he's hoping that it's not going to be anything terribly lingering, as far as touches go, neither does he immediately make any effort to remove her hand from his person either.

(It helps, perhaps, that he's not privy to Rose's inner monologue, but it would hardly be the first time either.)

"And... I'm not entirely certain anyone knows. Not for certain anyway. It does bear certain similarities to Earth, but even then, there are enough oddities to suggest that if it's more likely to simply be somewhere very similar to Earth."

Where, exactly, they might be located in the cosmos is another question. But he figures that the answer will be forthcoming sooner or later, even if that might not precisely be as soon as he might like.