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.

→ 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

[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."

[epundemic]

"Yeah, I was kinda hoping it'd be an easy choice," she retorts, rolling her eyes as she steps past him to find her way to the fruit. She knows she can probably take a week's worth and be fine, but she likes stopping by the inn each and every time she's hungry. It helps her meet new people.

"What'd you do to make it smell that bad, anyway? Let me guess. Cooking isn't your thing?"

[nifties]

"You're not supposed to say that part out loud, luv. Never let your enemies know you're not raring to rip their arms off and stomp on 'em."

Sagely advice from the village's friendly warlock nbd. He abandons the dish, someone else's problem now, and sidles up to her. John likes meeting new people too, even if she's a little younger than his usual demographic. And not just because of Astra, though it's certainly a factor.

"Red salt. Too much to eat, though now I'm wondering... if it might have any divining properties." A lot of hot herbs did, maybe he should try a piece just to see... if he can see anything.

[epundemic]

"I'd kick your ass right now, okay? Don't think I'm not raring to rip off your arms and beat your face in with them." She sounds pretty serious about that, and judging by the way she tries to stand a little taller and her eyes narrow she's taking him seriously right now. The poke she places to his chest probably helps her seem like she might actually be able to beat him up, too.

Which is why it's probably a good thing that he manages to distract her and her attempt to prove herself with a word she's never heard before.

"Whatever. What's divining supposed to mean, huh?"

[nifties]

Oh my god, this is precious. It drives any thoughts of Astra right out of his head as he watches her poke him and threaten him to her little heart's content. "I wouldn't think of... not thinking any such thing, luv. I like my arms well-attached as much as my balls, so I'm sure we can come to an agreement on you leavin' 'em that way, yeah?"

Sorry, he might be teasing her just a little. John idly scratches at the red communicator around his wrist, but tries not to get frustrated about that now. The girl asked him a question.

"Divination. The ancient art of scrying for the future. Sometimes shamans will bake something with a high degree of spice in order to help you see the spirit world. Of course, there's usually a high concentration of peyote in there too..."

[epundemic]

She at least picks up that he's teasing, and lets it roll right off her back. "Yeah, that all sounds like a bunch of bullshit if you ask me, but I come from a place with actual zombies so..." She shrugs, jamming her hands into the pockets of her pants.

"You'd think that if you were any good at it, you would've known you'd end up here."

An eyebrow arches as she looks him up and down, trying to decide what kind of adult he is. Is he like Joel, someone she can rely on? Or someone that's going to mess around and get her into trouble?

[nifties]

Wow!! Burn. That actually affects him, or starts to, before he manages to do some mental gymnastics and circle back to the zombie thing.

"Who were they reanimated by? Don't tell me it's Papa Midnite again..." John glances around like the bastard himself might appear any moment, but this reality isn't his style. He's much less subtle - less complicated. They usually get to brass tacks within the first ten minutes of a given episode, hypothetically speaking. "No. You mean your entire world. The entire planet? Is overrun by the living dead?"

He doesn't mean to sound so fascinated, but well, he is. He does have to duck into the scrying thing if only for a moment. Ego dictates, you see.

"I'm very good at it, or. Actually, no, that's a lie. I'm no psychic, luv. I'm just a warlock. Which is why I have a psychic on my team, you see. She is very gifted, the most naturally gifted I've ever seen, in fact. But poor Zed can't foresee everything and she's still learning the particulars of her abilities. I really wouldn't hold it against her. Plus, Manny destroyed her map so it's all—tell me more about these zombies, uh." He doesn't know her name so nevermind that. "Are they aware or merely animated corpses?"

[epundemic]

That is...so much talking. Ellie stares for a long time, before she reaches up to press her hand over his mouth. She's almost worried he might interrupt her if she tries answering him, not that she knows where to start with all that.

"They've always been there for me. Since before I was born. There was this virus, a brain infection. It's called cordyceps. It makes people die pretty fast." Her mind goes to Riley and she gulps, swallowing roughly.

"You have to get them in the head with something like a bullet or a knife, or they're gonna come back and tear you apart. They're not aware at all. They're fucking monsters, alright?"

She's up in arms because she feels like he's treating the hell that's been her entire life and the horrors she's been through as a sideshow. Like it's a fascinating story to stand around and talk about for fun. It makes her a little uncomfortable with the fact that she doesn't have long sleeves on, and her own bite mark scar is visible. Her hand presses over the area on her forearm and she frowns.

[nifties]

He starts to laugh and push her hand away, but the serious look on her face has him buttoning his lips. Alright, he holds up his hands briefly in surrender, he won't interrupt her. Then he gestures for her to go on. An infection, it doesn't work that way where he's from. Or maybe it does if you ask the doctors. Constantine doesn't believe her version of events exactly the way they're laid out, but he believes her; in her conviction. He's coming down off his inappropriate high and nodding his understanding now.

"They are monsters and it's good on you for giving them the send-off they deserve." It's as close to an apology as she's likely to get. He watches her hand move to the bite mark and he frowns. "You were attacked. How is it you weren't infected?"

[epundemic]

She doesn't want an apology, but the intrusive bullshit has to stop. When she's ready to talk more in depth, she'll bring things up herself. For now, there's a sound that might be considered a low growl as she feels like she wants to punch the nosiness right out of him. He's asked a perfectly valid question, but she's paranoid and irrational and fears him knowing too much.

"I'm immune." She shrugs and doesn't sound or look happy about it. Her hand drops away to rest at her side, her posture and stance awkward and gangly. "I don't know or give a shit why, I just know that I'm the only one that can maybe save everyone so I have to get back and finish what I started."

[nifties]

John is thinking about spells that could bring a whole world to its knees like that. He can't rule out the possibility that she's immune because she's the one who did it, intentionally or otherwise. But he thinks it's probably more likely that she has a protective spell on her, if only he could sense these things here the way he's supposed to.

"Then we'll get you back, luv. Mark my words."