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

[cannily]

"Relevance can be very relative," Cael advises. His curling fingers unconsciously find the strings, occupying themselves. Pluck, pluck, punctuating silence and guiding his own thoughts back in toward the point. As his fingers still, his head turns. "And fleeting."

He raises that hand, offered in form and angle for the gentleman to decide: shake or kiss. Much easier to find what people prefer, before trying to lead an introduction.

"Call me Cael. I suppose in the absence of a card, you'll just have to be memorable." A dig, and only a conversational one: Cael wouldn't haven gotten as far as he had, forgetting names or faces. "From where do you come, John Constantine, that death and demons are so relevant to you?" A strange word, perhaps one he'll confirm coming from the old continent, or further beyond?

[nifties]

His eyes follow Cael's fingers, distracting, but not enough to nudge him off target. The dig earns a tip of his head.

"No one's forgotten me yet, even if they wanted to." He smirks though it's empty, and it quickly drops away at the follow-up. "Most recently? Atlanta.

[cannily]

Atlanta. Cael tries it on his own tongue, just to see how it sounds. More of the southern continent than the north, but unknown to him. One must face the un-knowing with confidence, if only to be seen as the right kind of stupid. Vapid is too easily suspected of being fake.

And if ignorance is real, why not play it up? "I'm afraid I'm not familiar; is it very close to your Hell?"

[nifties]

He narrows his eyes, believing Cael even as his expression swells with suspicion. If this were a being sent specifically to trick him, surely he would be more subtle?

"The membrane between the two is growing thinner as we speak, mate. It wasn't always the case, though, I suppose from an objective standpoint there's a degree of evil in every place; and in every heart." Whether the man is taking him for a ride or not he's in the cab and careening down the road. It's almost like a dare to try and keep up. "So no, Atlanta isn't Hell. Not if I can help it. That's why I'm there. Or anywhere I'm needed." John glances around, is that why he's been called here? Perhaps not by an enemy, but even worse: God himself?

[cannily]

"Is that why you fell from the air just now; sating my need for entertainment?" Cael only follows his gaze out to the trees, the other rooftops, for a moment before looking fully at John.

"Your places between, they're not just between life and death, I take it. There is no Atlanta on our maps, where I am from. Have you a Nevos, a Vorrena?"

Best not to mention Caridis, or even Glasdant, until he knew how the loyalties of this place swayed.

[nifties]

"I fell because they took away my magic and gave me this—" John blips out of existence only to pop back directly behind Cael this time. He's getting better at it each time, thank god. And now that he knows the layout of the roof it's much easier to picture. "I'm still working out the kinks."

it isn't so surprising, that the man claims their maps are different. He wonders if it really is a different world or merely an alternate iteration.

"Those don't ring a bell, mate. I guess that would follow though, wouldn't it?"