Test Drive 20 (August & September)

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→ 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.

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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

[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."

[symbolizes]

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?"

[symbolizes]

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.

[symbolizes]

"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."