Test Drive 20 (August & September)

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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.

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Please list your CHARACTER NAME, CANON & PROMPT in your SUBJECT LINE.

Comments

Tony Stark | MCU

[nonstopnarcissist]

HEAT WAVE

That moment when a driveby bite to eat on the way back to the forge ends up a little hotter than previously anticipated. Tony's had genuine green curry before and that shit is it's own level, but this? If it were cool out or if he was feeling a hike somewhere up in the mountains was a good idea (he wouldn't, that's a shitty, shitty idea) the radiating inner warmth wouldn't be so terrible. Hunched over a forge, turning an ingot over and attempting to hammer it into- well- another hammer head for specialized finishes? Not the best time. The least appropriate time to be overcome and he's halfway through, nowhere near a stopping point but the choices are A) soldier through and try to get this shit done and possibly (most likely) pass out face down on his own anvil which is not a good look.

Or.

Put it away, start over from fresh when he's not melting, and strip down to overturn a bucket of water over his head in hopes that helps. Protip: It don't. The only thing to do is sweat it out as moving only makes it worse, which means being idle, and he hates being idle (hence claiming the blacksmith's as his own in the first place, hello) but ducking into the shaded part of his set up as far from the forge as possible, sketching out future projects is about the best thing he can do. For someone usually not shirtless (scars are a thing, all the surgery in the world can't fix a fucked up sternum twice over) it's only the heat that keeps him from being self conscious. Maybe he'll jog to the fountain if it keeps up, dunk himself in.

After about ten minutes of trying and failing to chill that way? He stalks for the fountain. Nevermind if he looks like an idiot, he's jumping in.


WILDCARD - COMMUNING WITH ANIMALS

It's probably some kind of cheating, but dinner is dinner and Tony is, if nothing else, a man of practical means. Excess means he can barter for tools or raw materials or, if he's feeling particularly indulgent? A bottle of liquor. For emergencies. Or when he's feeling particularly ashamed of himself or something, who the fuck knows. Not him. Still he has a bucket next to him, a line out into the lake, and the ability to just coax the damn things to him. Of course calling fish, specifically, might not be as nuanced a thing as he can handle and other native fauna might start creeping up. Who knows?


TEXT - U.N. The Mechanic

Right, tech wishlists, drop them here. Try to keep these things reasonable. I'm a genius but not a miracle worker.

[freightcars]

how the hell are you planning on cobbling together ipods or toaster ovens here? they've barely got the lights on.

[nonstopnarcissist]

Toaster is doable, ipod goes on the list of 'unreasonable' I'd have to make the tools to make the tools to make the tools.

[freightcars]

Unless you plan on picking up a wood-chopping hobby, you might just have the time for that.

[ And he better not; Barnes has sort of claimed it for himself. It's actually... a little sad, the sheer amount of chopping he's done since he's gotten here.

On the bright side, their firewood pile is comically, astronomically large.
...You might say he's lacking in other marketable skills. ]

[nonstopnarcissist]

Establishing a your fundamental blocks of tech and working to more advanced shit is best done in batches.

[ He's going to be building a lot of tools. Better to get them done before trying to narrow his focus on one thing, get side tracked, and realize he doesn't have x y or zed cuz he hadn't built the thing that lets him MAKE the thing. ]

[freightcars]

Ironically, hitting wood blocks with shit? Also best done in batches.

[ Because he has absolutely 0 frame of reference for tech or the slow industrialization of south village.
But the man can whack things with other things like nobody's business, so that's nice. ]

[nonstopnarcissist]

Uh-huh. How much replanting do you do for what you're cutting down?

[ They might not be here long enough for it to be a problem but- better to nip that shit in the bud when and where they can. ]

[freightcars]

I tuck a tiny little pine tree into bed every night when I'm finished.

[ Nope. The actual answer is 0, but considering the sheer size of this island? He thinks it'd take him a lifetime to put a dent in it - and he doesn't see Steve out here sweating it up with him, so. Ecosystem's probably safe. ]

[nonstopnarcissist]

You are worse than useless. Seriously.

[ Maybe not but- still. Think the long term, buddy. Unfuck the planet. ]

Animals

[womanofvalue]

From a distance, there's a moment in which she thinks, Howard? The moment she gets closer, though, she knows how mistaken she is and the flood of guilt is tied directly to how much she already suspects and knows that mistake would be taken if she were to say it out loud. She's come here for her own fishing and for a bit of a dip, but she drapes her towel on a nearby rock, lips pressed together as she waits and watches, curious what will happen next.

"I suspect I already know the answer," she says wryly, from ten paces back, "but have you ever fished before in your life?"

[nonstopnarcissist]

He decided his first day not to be overtly bothered by people A) from his world he'd rather not deal with or B) complicated snarls of space time, relativity, or multiverse bullshit. They've got an island to tame and lives to live, mysteries to solve. His baggage can take the backseat of a long ass limo.

That doesn't make hearing Margret Carter's voice any easier, doesn't stop that instinctual tension from snapping down his spine. But he can play it easy, since she's playing it cool. Take shit at face value, he's good at that. "Jarvis took me once or twice when I was younger."

That's a safe enough memory to dip into. "I was terrible at it."

[womanofvalue]

Peggy laughs at the image in her head, because while she doesn't doubt that Edwin Jarvis could make anything work, she suspects that he'd sat down and learned as much fishing as possible so that he could take Tony out when he was young. She approaches and settles her gear down beside Tony, giving about three feet of space.

She's seen him before here, but it's been ages. That said, she still knows enough to tread cautiously. "Was he any good?" she asks. "When he takes to a hobby with aplomb, it is rather dangerous to get in his way. Did he ever try and teach you Judo?"

[nonstopnarcissist]

A respectable, companionable distance. He tilts his head in her direction, smile blandly civil because- his memories of her are from a fair way's back. Seeing her when he can look her in the eye is- a little jarring. But the force of her charisma is as it was when he'd been a kid; even now there's a part of him in quiet awe.

"Well-" His shrug's noncommittal, a fluid thing shaking loose from shoulders to wrists, bobbing his line. "He probably would've caught more fish if I wasn't such a fidgety kid.

Though-" He says "The judo did save my a- skin more than once so. I'm glad he did."

[womanofvalue]

"I'm sure his not catching fish had far more to do with the fact that he was a butler and not a fisherman, no matter how much adventure struck him," Peggy notes wryly, though as she regards Tony, there's the unasked question. After all, it's not Howard or her that had taken Tony fishing, so how much can she really criticize.

"He practiced with Ana quite frequently before I got to Los Angeles," Peggy shares. "There was a certain awkward position, a crouching turtle? Or tortoise. All I know is, I thought Ana would have my head, but the woman is very understanding."

[nonstopnarcissist]

"I'm an engineer, not a fishmonger." He snorts a laugh, but he's able to pull a fish up on the line anyway. Cheating, honestly, and he's not about to say how or why. The fish goes in the bucket and his baitless, lure free line goes right back into the water for round two. "Back then, and a little still, I was convinced he could do anything."

He, Ana, and Peggy had been his personal heroes. More real to him than the nebulous Steve Rogers- more approachable for how he was never, ever expected to live up to their example. No expectations hanging overhead save that maybe he try to sleep at a decent hour and not make too much trouble. A futile effort, but- fond memories all around. "Understanding and endlessly patient- was she always like that?"

[womanofvalue]

"Engineer yourself a fishing line, then," Peggy quips, giving Tony an amused smile as she settles just a little closer as she digs out her own rod and the lure, setting the knife to the side for when she does catch something (not if, but when). "Honestly, I think Mr. Jarvis could do anything he put his mind to. He was a great ally to have in the field."

"Understanding, endlessly patient, and terribly kind. Kinder than I deserved," is what Peggy says firmly, because the guilt of what happened to Ana is fresh enough, though Peggy thinks that she'll never outgrow that. "A hugger, which I am not, but capable of great feasts and wonderful outfits."

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Solid mentor to have back home, too. He let me work on the cars with him to keep me out of trouble." He'd always loved machines but being allowed to observe firsthand, to help? That was a formative memory. There's a pang under his sternum like there always is, always will be when he thinks of J the first- and a fresher one when he thinks of J the second.

Hearing more about Ana, now- she's not a vague memory so much as an endlessly maternal font of affection his Mother didn't always have the time to show. Always present, pleasant, and never afraid to steer him right when J couldn't get through to him. "To her endless grief I never did get the hang of cooking. So. I'll probably need a hand with these after I've cleaned them. I think. Cleaning is a thing, right?"

@aholland

[houmaprotector]

[Alec is...confused. Tech? In a place like this? Batman is that you?]

Can you really do that? Just...you make it sound like you can create anything out here for people if they need it.

@The Mechanic

[nonstopnarcissist]

Within reason. I can't get wifi built but shit like a toaster, a record player, a clock? That I can do.

@The Mechanic

[houmaprotector]

...Flashlight?

[It gets dark living out in the woods at night and maybe he can steal a book and pass the time reading instead of staring into space feeling sorry for himself.]

I can trade. Some kind of a light, preferrably non-flammable.

[nonstopnarcissist]

That'd mean making batteries, which- miniaturizing tech is kind of my thing, still might take a bit.

[houmaprotector]

[The man can make batteries.]

What do you want in exchange? I'm a botanist by trade. I can get you any kind of plant you're looking for.

[It'll just be delivered in the dead of night so you can't tell he's a swamp creature.

Maybe.]

[nonstopnarcissist]

Blue lilys and Goldbells, if you can. I'd just about kill for a coffee plant but that's wishing.

[houmaprotector]

Of course. Easily. I also have some good Arrow Root.

Soil's not too bad near the rundown village. If you or I could get there chances are there might be an Arabica plant.

They're surprisingly hardy. Get a pot, put it in your window still.

Either way, lilies and goldbells are very doable for this. I'll throw in some arrowroot too. I worry about injuries.

[He's a bit of a worry wart.]

[nonstopnarcissist]

You are now my new favorite person. Ever.