Test Drive 20 (August & September)

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1. It has to take place in the 6I universe.
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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

john constantine | CONSTANTINE (nbc)

[nifties]

HEAT WAVE 🔥 let me show you everything i know

"Cooking... magic. They can't be so different, eh?"

He chuckles to himself and adds in a pinch of the red salt with an enthusiastic sprinkle, only to knock the whole bloody container over into the pot.

"Bollocks," John curses, looking around to make sure no one saw him muck up the recipe. He plates the meal he'd made all by himself thanks, and tries to foist it off on the first person who comes into the room. "It's Rachael Ray. Come on, do us a solid." This is his best please face.

ROULETTE 🎲 wanna take a chance?

John had been seriously bummed out by the lack of his magics in this godawful place. Though the absence of his angel friend goes a long way towards making this village a hell of a lot more peaceful than home. Peaceful naturally being a relative term. He's concentrating really bloody hard here, but nothing's happening. It's a clear, but breezy day, he can hear groffles lowing and beards chirping.

"Downright picturesque, isn't it?" He hates it, in case you weren't catching the sarcasm. Suddenly, John disappears into thin air. Pop, and he's by the lake in 7I, teetering on the edge of the bank. Later he'll blame the disorientation, but he falls straight into the water with an inelegant squawk. "Bloody Hell."

He takes a moment to wallow before he realizes what just happened. Did he just... teleport? Oh Hell yeah.

"That's more like it!" he exclaims, pumping a fist in the air with a bright smile John Bender style. "Take that, you bloody wankers!!" He blinks again and appears in front of the Inn. As far as powers go, he can think of a few ways to use this one to his advantage.

TEXTS 📞 mind my wicked words

un:exorcist

Taking a poll: Am I the only one here who's damned to Hell? Because I'm not saying it's related to showing up here, but it seems related.

un: slothbaby

[morphogenia]

Uh... yeah. I'll ask the angels when I die in a few decades but, so far all signs point to no.

[nifties]

Oh don't talk to angels, luv. They're a bloody waste of time.

[morphogenia]

Don't say that! You'll hurt their feelings.

roulette

[issuance]

"You seem a little excited for something I'm not sure you can control." A dry but amused voice pipes up from behind him. Lois is making herself comfortable out in front of the inn, passing the time snooping on anyone and everyone that happens across her path. Things have been boring for the most part, but this is looking promising.

She doesn't mean to insult, but she also doesn't think twice about being blunt even through her amusement. There's a quirk of her lips as she looks his way, pushing herself off her perch so she can move in closer to him.

[nifties]

Spicy redhead, check. And one who's already onto him, doublecheck. No, seriously, he's into that sort of thing. John shakes off some water like a dog when she moves in, then smiles in a disarming way. Hope lake water hit you in the eye, darlin'.

"Give it time, luv. It's not like I've got much better to do than to... master this." Actually, no time like the present. John vanishes again, only to appear again directly behind her a second later. "Boo." Then he laughs because he can't help himself.

[issuance]

He succeeds in getting water on her, and she's just about to comment on his being like an overactive golden retriever when he vanishes. Blinking at the spot he's left vacant, she takes a second to wipe at her face. So of course he manages to actually startle her, and she whips around as she gives a little jump.

"Are you actually able to determine where you go? Or am I just lucky that you keep finding your way back to me?"

roulette

[iwasrussian]

With Eastwood back home hanging out with Arado and Clint, Natasha is taking a walk and rounding up towards the inn when suddenly she's walking right into someone that was not in her path less than a second ago.

When she looks up, she's definitely serving him a look that can only be described as 'care to explain?'.

[nifties]

"Woah," he says helpfully, stumbling and looking up at the sky. He's dripping wet from the lake, though less so like the act of teleportation also served as a hairdryer. Handy, that. It takes him almost a full moment to register Natasha and then he's starting all over again, holding a hand over his eyes like her face is the Sun. "Well, what are you bloody looking at? Haven't you seen a bloke involuntarily teleport before?

[iwasrussian]

She doesn't take attitude well and when it comes from someone that quick? It only brings the bitch out in her that much faster.

"No," she replies flatly. "Do I look like someone who's seen an asshole involuntarily teleport before?"

un:aprilfools

[cultfam]

How can you know for sure?

[nifties]

Know which for sure? That I'm damned to Hell? It was pretty obvious at the time, luv, believe me.

[cultfam]

That doesn't clear it up at all.

un: Jean-Luc Picard

[enterprisingheart]

I don't believe simply coming here has any relationship to what might happen to an individual after they die.

[nifties]

So I'm just special then. Good to know.

[enterprisingheart]

In that you believe yourself to be damned?

teleport

[quinientos]

Vasquez had been smoking and minding his own business when suddenly someone turned up in front of the inn, right in front of where he's been perched and exhaling a line of smoke. He takes a long moment to stare at him, squinting under his hat, before he inhales again. After another moment, then he thinks maybe he should find out why there's people suddenly coming and going like this.

"Where the fuck did you come from?" he asks, not so much trying to be aggressive and accost him, but just the general tones of a man who's used to a little antagonism in his life.

[nifties]

Oh, that's a cigarette. It's hard to keep the wanton look from his face as he stares at it, almost like he doesn't notice the man it's attached to. The demand brings him back around though, offering a wide, insincere smile for Vaquez and shoving his hands into the pockets of his scrubs. That's not nearly as satisfying as it is in slacks, but beggars can't be choosers, can they?

"Hell." He sounds entirely too sincere. Cheerful, really.

[quinientos]

Vasquez doesn't actually react to that, mostly because he thought he'd been in his own version of it. Hell for him involved sleeping with corpses, no food or touch, and a terrible offer sounding like a good one just because of that.

"Congratulations on finding slightly less hell," he deadpans, tucking the cigarette back into his mouth, eyeing the man in his red scrubs, gesturing with a flick of his fingers. "You have the same ones as I do." Even if he's not wearing them right now, it's the same.

heat wave

[epundemic]

Yeah...this isn't happening. Nope. Did he cut up someone named Rachel Ray or something? What is he even saying?? Ellie's face scrunches up as she smells the spice coming off his dish like some kind of stink. It's unfortunate that she's just here to grab an apple, and he's standing right in the way.

"If you try making me eat that, I'm kicking you in the balls."

The face she pulls as soon as she says it is 100% mocking the pretty please look on his face. She even bats her eyelashes sweetly.

[nifties]

Oh, he likes her. John cracks up, right on cue, and wrinkles his nose down at the dish. Yeah, maybe he shouldn't be trying to dupe someone into eating this, especially since he can't even smooth it over with magic or even just hide the ridiculously spicy scent.

"I'll keep my bollocks unassaulted then, if that's the choice it's an easy one."

roulette

[cannily]

There was always the chance of someone else climbing the same eave he'd rolled over, onto the roof of the inn; all the greater for the noise he was making, but Cael hadn't expected anyone to pop into existence at his side, the line of his bow striking sidelong and off-key as air displaces to man, as man displaces to roof, and the bundle of red fabric and rolling limbs starts to slide along the angle.

Flicking his hand under and through the bow, he grabs a wrist, fingers digging to the meat of the man's arm in urgency.

"As the crow cries," he exclaims, leaning over the instrument to secure a second hand on the man's collar, like steadying a dog by its scruff. "Are we dropping out of the air now? Is the next batch of souls parading from a brush fire?"

[nifties]

He yelps at the pain of the other man's fingers digging into him, but before he can realize he's falling his other hand reaches out to grab his opposite shoulder roughly. Okay, so he still has some kinks to work out. Allowing Cael to pull him up while also dragging himself back over the edge, he takes a moment to catch his breath before letting go.

"No, no, nothin' like that, mate." He laughs, though it's breathless. Goddamnit he's not some baby warlock, he shouldn't be able to fuck up something so simple as teleportation. "Just getting the lay of the land."

un: ScarletWich

[minus1twin]

You're likely not the only one but I don't think it's related to your situation now.

[nifties]

Everything is related in a super irritating way I wish I could ignore. Especially in places like these.

Are you an actual witch? If so I have several follow-ups. If not, cute screenname.