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.

→ Character want ads are here.

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

[3ofswords]

"Thanks," he answers slowly, turning the mangled loaf in his hands and wondering if anyone will notice. Well, they'll definitely notice, but will they look the gift horse in the mouth? Maybe that's who he'll blame, if anyone asks. One of those weird horses stuck its head in the window. People fucking love horses, for reasons beyond him, they'll probably just take half their breakfast to go coax the things out of their pen.

"Drinking the pain usually goes better than eating it," he agrees, cutting off a lopsided slice and handing it to her--finally getting a good look in the process.

"Ah, shit, you got into the salt. Bread's not the thing for that, here." Bustling into the pantry, he returns to hand her a shriveled, pale tuber. "I can bake it up if you're picky, but raw is faster."

[freeslider]

Wade simply stands there, nodding in a rather dumbfounded fashion to whatever it was he'd said about drinking. A drink would be great. Like, a gallon of milk worth. Or just something...anything cold. She begins to contemplate taking a flying leap into the fountain when her brain lazily latches onto the next thing.

"Wait, what? Salt? I thought it was paprika! What did I eat? Am I going to die?" She isn't sure a brain can actually melt, but it feels a little like it's starting to, as she stares down at the ugly-looking vegetable, still holding her mangled piece of bread. The sweat is starting to build up, trickling down the sides of her neck.

"What is that?" she asks, her voice continuing the frightened upward climb in register it had start a moment ago so that's it's just shy of a shriek.

[3ofswords]

The wrist watches not exactly supporting Vine as a platform, he has no reason to prolong her suffering, but explanations in this place never work as well as demonstration. Returning to the loaf and his knife, he chops the end off the gnarled tuber and does his best to get a pair of thin, translucent slices.

"It's some kind of root vegetable," he says, handing her a flat slice and holding the second to his mouth. "All the other shit here, whatever it does, it doesn't work if you mix it with these. Put it on your tongue for a minute and then chew it up, you'll be fine."

And in case she didn't believe him, he slipped the raw slice into his own mouth, letting the peaty starch sit on his tongue.