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.

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

Ten Thousand | Z Nation

[overfivethousand]

[heat wave.]

Honestly, after surviving off of whatever canned food survived a three-year zombie apocalypse, a diet of Twinkies and canned peaches and the occasional MRE, the food here might as well be gourmet. Not that he'd really know anything fancy if he encountered it; even before the zombies came, 10K's life hadn't exactly been centered around haute cuisine. Your options were kind of limited, living in a cabin in the middle of the woods. But that doesn't mean he's got no taste buds at all, and since he figures he's probably going to be here a while, he might as well try and see what he can contribute to the food situation.

He and his dad had made jerky plenty of times before, usually deer, occasionally moose or chicken, so 10K knows what he's doing. Smoked meat might be a little complicated, but all you really need is salt to dessicate whatever you're drying, and that they've got. In fact, the first batch looks pretty good, he thinks, scraping the layer of salt off. There's a sort of spicy scent to it, almost like a cajun thing, some Old Bay notes. Only thing left to do is taste test, and so he tears off a strip and pops it into his mouth, chewing. At first, he's sure it's a success, and he's ready to prep the rest and take it to the inn, but then the heat kicks in and he realizes he's made a terrible mistake.

It feels like his throat is on fire as he dashes through the town, making a beeline for the fountain. Not just his throat, but his entire face, and he's as red as a tomato when he reaches the stone lip, not even hesitating before he dives in headfirst. Honestly, he's not even worried about how clean the water is. Dying of dysentery might be preferable to the agony he's feeling right now as he surfaces treading water, black hair sticking up in all directions as he gasps for air. How did this all go so wrong???

[wildcard.]

((Come at me. 10K's most comfortable out in the woods away from people, so he'll probably be out there exploring. Want someone with a makeshift slingshot to rescue you from an angry badger knocking down trees? Need someone to helpfully tell you that bush you just shoved through is poison sumac? Got a vegetarian you want to be horrified by the sight of someone efficiently skinning a rabbit? 10K's your boy.))

[text.]

10k: if no one else is gonna say it i'm just gonna say it

aliens.

right? anybody?

un: SPEED

[expeditiousness]

what about them

un: 10k

[overfivethousand]

it's gotta be aliens, right? the ones watching us. whoever brought us here. no way it's anything human. I've seen Roswell, I know the US military doesn't have anything like this.

[expeditiousness]

idk man

most of the aliens i’ve seen wanted to take over not kidnap people

i’d guess secret government group personally

[overfivethousand]

you've seen a lot of aliens?

[Skeptical, but also intrigued.]

idk pretty sure by now most of the secret govt groups are all zombies

there's like one guy left in the nsa and he mostly just does the weather now. and a radio show, it's pretty good

i guess this could be a zona thing? i don't really know much about them. Pretty sure they arent government though

[expeditiousness]

well yeah there's been invasions

also some of my friends are aliens but they're not the ones trying to take over

#notallaliens my dude

no zombies in the secret govt group i got shipped off to tho

[overfivethousand]

wait what

I mean my uncle used to talk about aliens living among us, like replacing people and stuff

I guess I just didn't think he'd be right

why did you get shipped off to a secret govt group?

un: Jean-Luc Picard

[enterprisingheart]

It's certainly a possibility.

[overfivethousand]

pretty sure it's more than a possibility. what else could it be?

if this was some weird natural thing like a timeslip or a dimensional vortex or something there wouldn't be people watching us

[enterprisingheart]

That depends. If no one else can figure out how to enter the vortex, there might be researchers monitoring it. And thus, us.

[overfivethousand]

you think that fountain is a vortex? and whatever's watching it is what's watching us? i mean that would make sense but also, they could help us out. They probably have a better idea of what's going on than we do

[enterprisingheart]

What if it's physically impossible for them to do so?

[overfivethousand]

what do you mean? like they can't get in here, the same way we can't go back through the fountain?

un: too larby

[fwips]

aliens.

[There would be a brofist of solidarity here if that were possible over text.]

un: 10k

[overfivethousand]

thank you. I knew I wasn't the only one thinking it.

[And he would happily accept that brofist. Sort of? He doesn't really know what that is, but he's a quick learner.]

think they're the 'we come in peace' kind or the 'lets blow up the president' kind?

[fwips]

second option for sure
would not recommend getting into village politics

[overfivethousand]

figures

get sucked into a weird space vortex to an island in the middle of nowhere that might not even be on earth and i still can't get away from politics

what's the major argument?

[fwips]

the argument for the aliens? i saw them
and no i was not in a corn field

[overfivethousand]

where were you?

[Inquiring minds must know.]

wood dwellers unite?

[houmaprotector]

[Alec...did not think there would be anyone else out here. He's reminded of his abilities again, being cut off. The thought of it gives him a headache. Once upon a time he'd know every inch of these woods but he's too afraid to try and look and now...

Now there's a human here.

It's not the kind of thing he can growl about either. Human beings are dangerous. Without access to the green he can't regrow his body.

He could die. So he just watches. He can avoid being seen, just crouch, pay no attention to the big boulder. That's right. Just go away and...

It's so cliche he wants to scream. A twig snaps beneath his foot. He freezes instantly still crouched cursing these woods for betraying him. If I were still avatar...you and I would have a discussion. Trust me.

Pay no attention to the dark shadow over in the grove of trees.]

high five, swamp guy

[overfivethousand]

A twig snaps, and suddenly every muscle in 10K's body goes rigid as he scans his surroundings, nerves on high alert. This place doesn't have zombies. He knows that, logically, at least. But four years of muscle memory is hard to ignore, and besides, just because dead things don't come back to life here doesn't mean there's no dangers at all. There was plenty of wildlife that could kill a human even before the outbreak, back home, and he'd always been raised with a healthy respect for all of it.

Of course, healthy respect doesn't mean a lack of survival instincts, either, and his hand hovers above the knife in his belt as he turns warily in a circle, looking for anything out of the ordinary. For whatever that's worth, here. Sharp eyes catch a shadow in the trees, after a moment, narrowing slightly as he squints into the shadows. Is that a person? It might be. And if it is, maybe they need help.

"...Hello?"

It might be slightly less intimidating, on account of the faint crack at the end. It's not like he says very much, even on the best of days, lately.

[houmaprotector]

[This guy looks tense. Or is he? Alec can't tell anymore. It's been so long since he's had to read human facial expressions outside of Constantine or, well, business. He shakes his head and another twig snaps. The price you pay for being 8 feet tall and weighing...what do I weigh?

He hates being without his powers. Peering through the leaves for a moment there's a pair of dark red eyes.

It pulls back instantly, clearly afraid.]

[overfivethousand]

Okay, there's definitely something in there. Maybe it's a someone? If it is, they're hella tall, and probably not something he'd recognize as human, especially with eyes like that. But his weirdly high-key disaster sense doesn't seem to be tingling, and he's come to rely on that probably more than he should. And anyway, there's that curiosity to contend with, isn't there? He's never been able to resist poking things with sticks, so to speak.

So he slowly lowers his hand away from his belt knife, instead lifting both hands slightly into the air in the universal sign of good intentions, or at least neutral ones. "Hey--it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. I was just looking for mushrooms." He knows woodlands like this, even if they aren't his woods; there's always plenty to eat, even if you aren't hunting, which he isn't for the moment.

"Are you okay in there?"

[houmaprotector]

Hnngh - Alec frowns. He knows where they are and he can help. Once he fails to see any fire or fire making tools he makes a decision. Come on out. Maybe people won't light you on fire?

"...I'm all right." His voice sounds like rocks rubbing together before being run over with river water, like wood growing, "...I'll come out but you have to promise me you won't scream."

[overfivethousand]

Wow. That is one heck of a voice. The hairs on the back of his neck are prickling, but it's not fear or danger that's giving him goosebumps, it's just... the sound of that voice. It doesn't sound like the kind of voice that should be speaking words, or like...English words, specifically. Of course, that's probably why the voice is saying words like 'don't scream.'

There's only a brief second of pausing as 10K considers. Honestly, he's probably seen worse, whatever this guy thinks he's got going on. There's nothing more terrifying than a Blaster at six feet staring you in the eyeballs, nothing more gruesome than what was left of that guy at the lab in Colorado. He can probably handle it. "I don't really scream easy," he calls back, sounding perfectly reasonable, if a little dubious. "I mean, I've seen some stuff. You can come out. I'm not gonna hurt you."