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

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."