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sixthiteration) wrote2018-07-27 02:32 am
sixthiteration) wrote2018-07-27 02:32 am
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Test Drive 20 (August & September)
Test Drive
→ 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:
→ 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.
→ 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.
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!
- 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.
- 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!)
- 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.
- 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.
Severus Snape | Harry Potter
h e a t w a v e
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Aside the insufferable accommodations Severus received here, he also had to navigate through further ridicule, abuse, and humiliation by the fact that these so called observers had power enough to pull more than mischief over their eyes.
A power unparalleled in the world he came from, that’s for certain. This was something akin to something one expect to come from a deity, a god. The wizardry world had secrets of its own, even those with enough sense in their head and power to their wand to make spells anew, more efficient, and strong. Regardless of what he’s applied, learned, and done in his time he was still subject to trickery and disdain here. As if it was not enough he was here, he also need be here for the entertainment of these others.
These thoughts were a good portion of what took possession of his mind throughout the day as he wandered the village and poked holes through the air to see where one might find the hidden doorway to the life-beyond. Oh, yes, he was dead - supposedly, for he certainly was not dead here.
Which brings him to now; being alive one required certain essentials to sustain that life, no matter how dreary or inconvenient that life was. He wasn’t about to snuff himself out, after all. Thus, he settled for feeding himself when he was hungry, sleeping when he was tired, and practicing good hygiene to be comfortable.
This, however, was not something he was comfortable with as the bite of his scrambled eggs sent what felt like lava down his throat. His cheeks warmed uncomfortably to the point that his very pores felt as if they were steaming. The heat rose, yet again, up to his eyes which teared up and secreted a feel of almost oil around his eyelids and he was sure they were close to slipping right out from his face. What a sight that would be. Wouldn’t that please the observers?
The temperature rose further north which caused his forehead to feel clammy and it spiked up through his hair which thinned and flattened with the sticky beads of sweat secreting between his strands.
If you’re lucky enough to be around him he certainly is glaring in your direction as if this was your fault.
s k u n k d r u n k
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{ The sudden spray sent Severus down a drowsy and uncomfortable path in which he eventually clashed against a tree. His eyes focused on the brown animal which he was caught between concluding it to be a cat or an otter. In any case, the spray came from the creature and he was spelled into a sudden exhaustion. Or he suddenly picked up a case of narcolepsy.
In any case, Severus was down for the count. He was pressed up tight against the tree with his chin down to his chest and his hair veiled around his face. The awkward position caused a few snores to press through his mouth which was gaped open.
Two minutes pass and he suddenly wakes with a burst of energy and a warm flush to his cheeks. He slowly pushes himself up against the tree and his hands settle on the bark as if to silently thank the tree for being a wonderful spot to sleep.
He staggers back into the village with a smooth feeling through his joints and a warm churning in his gut; he’s excited, yet he’s not quite sure why––
until he spots someone. When he does it’s evident exactly what he’s feeling and what must be done about it. So he looks to the other and offers a gesture, perhaps a promise, for a good - old - friendly time with them. }
t e x t
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I need not ask but for the sake of keeping an open mind between the inhabitants of this stage and the audience with their puppet strings:
Why is my room filled with a few dozen white rabbits?
w i l d c a r d
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{ Choose your own adventure }
Skunk Drunk
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" he asks, and then pulls a face. "Is that a mating call? There aren't any grease spots round here, Snivellus. Maybe try behind the butcher's." Still frowning, he takes a drag and then sighs it out with a muttered, "No wonder you've never been laid."
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“No wonder, is it of mine, why you spend so much time on all fours.” There’s a dark shadow to his smile. “Begging for someone like me to give you a proper collar.”
Skunk drunk
New. She'd figured that much from just living at the Inn and while she was used to being hit on or flirted with in general back home went hand in hand with being one of the few female Dhampir at around - there was something just plain weird about a perfect stranger making what she supposed was his best 'come hither' face at her.
"Please tell me that's not supposed to be an invitation...?"
no subject
His mind, however, is heavily influenced with a drunken need for satisfaction. One he's not ever felt so strongly before.
"What is your answer?" He eagerly awaits.
no subject
"After everything you just said... I'm not even sure what the question is anymore."
Okay so she's not so dumb that she can't get the gist of it, flirting is flirting in any language, no matter how awkward it might be but she couldn't tell whether to laugh or pity the guy for what had to be the worst come-on line she'd ever heard.
"But I can assure you... no danger of falling here."
... I'm sorry idk :c
But he wasn't. He was on the prowl for a partner interested in what potions their passion would conjure mixed with lustful drips of ecstasy mixed with euphoric spells slipped between moist lips and heated breaths.