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

clark kent (superman) | dceu | heat wave

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Heatwave )( open

Clark enjoys cooking and baking. That's what happens when you live on a farm away from the rest of the world with your mother as both your trainer and mentor. They did it together for fun and also as training to control his strength, senses, and eventually his heat vision. Even when he finds himself lacking these abilities, he still finds joy in what he's doing. Clark needs to figure out how his body is adapting to the sudden change in physiology. Will food still taste the same to him?

Evidently something was off when he was adding spices to the dish. His tongue burns when he goes to taste test his meal. That burning heat quickly travels to the rest of his body. Anyone walking in will see a bearded man with tears in his eyes, taking off shirt in the middle of the kitchen. Good first impression your name is Clark Kent.

Wildcard )( open

I am taking Clark from early in Man of Steel canon when he's searching for answers on his alien heritage. He will be doing every odd job around here including, but not limited to repairing homes, fishing/gathering food, farming, etc. Feel free to catch him during those scenarios or make up one of your own.

[digging]

Okay, that is— That's a very nice bare chest, and Karen is assuredly not looking at it. At all. It's clear that he's pained despite the very muscular distraction, and Karen falters where she's stepped in through the back door with a brace of rabbits slung over one shoulder.

"Are you—" she begins, and then glances to the counter. There's a bowl of red salt there, and suddenly all becomes clear.

"Just hang on," she quickly adds, dropping the rabbits to hurry to the cabinets. They don't have much in the way of bread, but milk might help, right? Glass in hand, she pulls open the refrigerator door and hastily pours out a measure of milk. It's green and sloppily done, but there's nothing for it.

"Here," she says, holding it his way.

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Clark accepts it as gratefully and delicately as he can while suffering. As it turns out all that work he put into controlling himself pays off even when he doesn't have super strength. He downs it as quickly as it can go down. He wipes his mouth with one hand and exhales audibly to get the last of that heat out once it's away from his face. That helps a lot.

"Thank you." Never a man truly meant those words as much as he has in this moment. He reaches up to wipe the tears out of his eyes next. It's about this point where it is starting to filter in he still hasn't put his shirt back on. Modesty has no place on the job, but he's in a home for however long they will let him stay. You don't walk around with a bare chest when someone is kind enough to take you in.

"Sorry." He apologizes meekly as he goes to put his scrub shirt back on, glass being placed on the nearest surface.

[digging]

"It's okay," Karen offers with a sympathetic smile, her gaze darting guiltily away as she steps back toward the door and gives it a kick closed. "You had a pretty good excuse. There really should be a warning tacked up here somewhere about that salt, it's brutal."

She sweeps the rabbits back up and deposits them on the counter for whoever's working in the kitchen next — She's gotten halfway decent at snares, and even after taking some to Kamala and Frank, there's always more than she and Claire can reasonably eat.

Without really thinking about it much, she picks up the empty glass and carries it over to the sink so she can wash it along with her hands, casting a glance over her shoulder.

"Apparently moderation— Massive moderation is the trick with it—" She huffs out a soft laugh. "Personally I'd rather not live that dangerously."

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Clark's brows lift and he nods in agreement. He's pretty sure that has less to do with his senses being out of whack and more to do with the product itself. He smooths the fabric over his chest and returns to check on his food. It is just about done if he can just eat around all the now inedible parts. "I think you're right to play it safe in this case."

He pokes at the dish with a sigh. It's now he notices what she's up to. He looks from the rabbits to her and notes she took his glass with a grateful smile. "Thank you. Is that your job here? Hunting?" It sounds more curious than disbelieving coming from him. He did grow up on a farm, after all. Karen Page hunting wouldn't be all that weird to him.

[digging]

"Oh— No," Karen replies with a shake of her head, her smile a little sheepish as she twists off the tap and turns back around. Part of the point of the gesture is not having a formal job here in any real capacity, unless poking around counts. She'd feel guilty if she didn't contribute at all.

"I set snares," she explains, reaching for a towel to dry her hands. "Sometimes I end up with more than I need. I did hunt some back home, when I was a kid. That was all rifle hunting, though, and that's not exactly a helpful skill here. Do you hunt?"

[symbolizes]

Clark shakes his head. The skill is there, but the desire is lacking. It's very little surprise. Clark has always been a gentle person to the benefit of everyone who thought it was a good idea to mess with the one kid who seemed to be all powerful even if he does lose his temper occasionally. "I only learned what my father wanted to teach me. I'm more of a farmer and a fisherman."

[nifties]

[ john stops in the kitchen doorway short, already forgetting his dreams of tea and peace. he never actually has peace, but sometimes he can achieve a rough approximation of it with a good cuppa and a heavy dose of clearing his mind. or maybe all it takes is some big bloke stripping in the middle of the common area. ]

Are you always so forward? I gotta say I'm flattered, mate, but I just don't swing that way. If I did though- [ he clucks his tongue and shrugs one shoulder. having fun at someone else's expense just comes easily. especially when he couldn't give any less of a fuck about the people here. they're probably not even real. ]

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[He gives John the most offended look ever until he realizes the man just did him a huge favor. Clark got mad long enough to remember that he saw something that resembled milk in what passes for a fridge here. He is going to take that out and chug the whole thing. This is by far the most ridiculous moment of his life and he once wrapped a truck around a pole.

He wipes his mouth once it's done and keeps on being offended.] You know you could have helped.

[nifties]

[ john just leans back against the counter and lets clark do his thing. this is a way better distraction than what he came here for. and okay maybe his eyes linger on the man's chest a little longer than they should - he might not be as straight as he just claimed to be, but the joke was funnier that way. sue him. ]

I could've, yeah. This was more fun.

[ he crosses his arms over his chest and smiles. wanna do something about it ???? ]

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[He closes the fridge door like he's going to... and then smiles boyishly. Believe it or not, Clark can actually appreciate the joke on him for once. It probably helps this isn't a cruel one.] I'm here all morning.

[He notes dryly as he goes to drop the glass off on the counter and retrieve his shirt.] Don't suppose you enjoy spicy food?

[nifties]

Spicy, sure. So hot my tits start meltin' like yours just did? Hard pass, mate.

[ his eyes flicker to the milk ] Don't suppose you saved any for tea? I came in here to get my stereotypical Englishman on.

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[He is going to slowly look back over at the container that once held milk. That is going to be a hard no there. Clark looks back to John in clear guilt, still hanging onto that shirt.] ... I can get more.

[nifties]

You're gonna go milk a waffle or whatever the bloody hell those things are for a dick who didn't help you when your mouth was on fire? [ just checking. ] I won't complain.

[symbolizes]

[Clark puts his shirt back on, turns off the stove, and gives John a flat look. Why do you have to call him out like that? He said he'd fix the problem!!!] Some of us are considerate of others.

[Which is why he's literally walking out to get some milk. A+ humaning right there.]

[nifties]

[ and this is john following after !!!!! also predictably. ]

Hey, I don't want your milk if it's self-righteous! It'll taste all... smug.

[issuance]

Well, he definitely wins points for most creative first impression. Lois hefts the basket of potatoes she's carrying and tries not to stare as she slips into the kitchen. Just focus on setting the basket down and leave. That's all she has to do. It's easy. Unfortunately, Lois is a naturally curious person. It's not her fault that her curiosity lends itself to intense levels of nosiness, just like she's sure it's not his fault that he's shirtless and...wait. Is he crying? Whatever he's made must have one hell of a kick.

Her eyes look to the counter next, taking in the sight of the food he's prepared. "Try bread, if there is any. Or milk. I heard they help."

She's still holding her basket of potatoes, and hurries to set them on one of the counters so she can take one out. "These are supposed to too. Here," she says as she tosses the root vegetable over to him, casually smiling like this is completely normal. "See if it helps."

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He tries to look at her through the sting of tears. Yes, this is the first impression the world has been waiting for. She looks like a blur to him. Clark goes to wipe his eyes and forces words out through his aching throat. Even now he's going to very politely shut down what he suspects is a very bad idea while catching said potato. "I don't think biting into this is a good idea." The milk sounds like a fantastic one. He's going to walk very briskly towards that fridge to get it.

Sorry to say he will guzzle the weird green milk by himself, holding the container with one hand. It's like a got milk commercial except it's doubling as a meet cute with a woman he's destined to meet across the multiverse time and time again.

[issuance]

"Starches help, I'm not just making that up." Lois insists, trying not to laugh as she watches him make a beeline for the fridge. This doesn't seem that pressing to her, at least not enough to interfere and try to get the milk for him. He's clearly distressed by the heat of whatever he's eaten, but it looks like he can handle this himself.

Her arms cross over her chest as she leans back against the edge of the counter, observing him. The strange green milk here isn't really her thing, so to see him with a hint of a green mustache after he's done guzzling makes her want to cringe. She doesn't, of course, she has better control over her facial features than that.

"Um-" She makes an awkward wiping motion right above her mouth before laughing, head ducking a little because now she can't hide her amused grin. "Feeling better?"

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He watches the gesture in confusion before he catches on. "Hm? Oh." Clark wipes away the milkstache hastily after setting the container back down. "Yes. Thank you." He smiles meekly if only because it is not occuring to him that meeting someone while proving you can't handle spicy foods even after traveling the world. He glances at the container and mentally makes a note to get more. He's pretty sure he won't be the first or last person to make that mistake. He's definitely contaminated this batch with his mouth.

"I'm sure you're right about the starches." He was listening even while his chest was on fire. Clark glances from the potato in his hand, to her, and his now pretty inedible meal. "Do you want some hash?" She's clearly working for the community. The least he can do is use all that line cook experience to feed her.

[issuance]

"That depends," she counters, just barely able to hold back laughter. "Are you planning on making it spicy too?" She can handle spicy food, and has eaten all kinds of things around the world. She's pretty open minded when it comes to food. But the idea of eating something so hot that you cry and feel the need to strip off your shirt is pretty horrifying for her poor taste buds.

She gets right to work however, grabbing a few potatoes so she can bring them over to the sink to wash them. "Once you get your shirt back on, find a couple of knives." He can do the cooking, but she'll help by taking charge of the prep work. It's the least she can do, since he's offered to make something.

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"No." He holds up his hands to illustrate the point once the potato is safely put down. "I learned my lesson the first time." It's now that Clark goes to retrieve his shirt. He'd apologize again, but no one likes a broken record. He puts it back on silently, only pausing to smooth it out once it's done again.

He goes to retrieve some knives and a cutting board as ordered. He'll patiently wait for her to supply him with the first round of washed potatoes to cut.

[issuance]

"That's a good thing," she reassures him, but quickly realizes that she's staring at him and isn't being clear what she means. Which means she likely looks stupid, and that requires a fix right away. "That you learned your lesson. Most people don't typically do that the first time around." Her eyes glance up from what she's doing over at him, and she appreciates the detail of his smoothing out his shirt. It makes her smile in a way that has her ducking her head to furiously finish scrubbing potatoes, and when she's done she carries them all over to set by the cutting board.

"I think it's something that will come in useful in a place like this. I haven't been here very long, but I've heard stories about how challenging life here can be."

Heat Wave

[minus1twin]

Wanda was getting back into the swing of being in the village when she saw the man's face twist in discomfort and tears dot the corner of his eyes. Then his shirt came off... she's seen a lot of odd thing in the village but there was only one thing that she could imagine having this kind of reaction.

In fact, she had made the same mistake a few days ago. It hadn't been pleasant.

She stopped her work, rinsed off her hands and then pulled some milk from the fridge. It was goats milk and hopefully this guy wasn't opposed to it. Wanda poured a small glass and walked over towards Clark. She placed a hand lightly on his shoulder to stop him from flailing around and held up the glass.

"Drink this."

Wildcard

[houmaprotector]

[Imagine, being a swamp monster. Then imagine being a swamp god. Then imagine being a being of unimaginable power who is suddenly cut off but still remains...a great big swamp monster. That's probably why Alec has stuck to messaging people even if it took him a few minutes to figure out how to work his comm.

Just a ghost in the machine. No one pay attention to him. It's better anyway. for anybody. He can hide, maybe help drop plants into places where people can find. Spending his days foraging for plants, wild berries and roots, he's found all sorts of these things in the woods.

He doesn't like it. It's a regression for him, but it's easier since he's pretty sure if he showed himself, he'd be shot. Or worse. Without the green there was no way to come back from that. Without his abilities, he'd die.

No point in being useless, or sitting there and rooting himself and waiting for things to work themselves out so he's been bringing food to the edge of the woods and leaving it in big patches, trying to make beds to put it on before stomping back into the woods.

Today he's found some good asparagus and several garlic buds. Who figured there'd be garlic out here? He's so busy that he doesn't notice anyone or anything, carefully leaving out what he intended to bring people.

Trying to be useful.]