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

[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.

[symbolizes]

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."

[symbolizes]

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."