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

[paidforit]

Skunk Drunk

So the little guy hadn't been up for being dinner. Fair enough. Probably should have tried to hit it from a distance, but she'd learned her lesson, hadn't she? Knocked clean out by a...what was it, a rodent? Something like that.

She was waking up now, regardless, staring up at the sky and groggily coming around to what exactly had laid her out. Well, it wasn't the worst place she could remember waking up in. Small miracles. Her hands slowly scrabbled at the foliage nearby as she hoisted herself unsteadily upwards. Remembering with some degree of difficulty how legs were supposed to function, she squints around at her surroundings. No overgrown chipmunk nearby, and no recollection of which direction she'd come from.

That about figured.

There was also a gnawing sense of...hunger? No. Not quite right. Well, yes, hunger in the sense that she definitely wanted something to chew on. Hang on. Feels like there's a wire being crossed somewhere. Shaking her head and grimacing as she plucked a tiny loose twig from her hair, she starts off in a direction that seems correct. Footsteps and noise mean people.

Yeah. She could definitely use a people right about now. And possibly something to wash this weird taste out of her mouth.



Text - UN: Scrapper-142

So. Who's handling the booze situation and what do you want for it?



Wildcard

[ Whatever you please, hit me up. ]

un: logan

[notan_animal]

there is none. unless you find some leftover potato vodka from the last party at the inn

[paidforit]

How much are we talking?

[notan_animal]

don't know. girl name sam makes it and if she's got none, then you're at the mercy of the people who are gifted the good stuff from the observers

[paidforit]

So we gotta earn it by getting into their good books, that's what you're saying?

[ Easy. Did it before, she can do it again. ]

[notan_animal]

no. seems you get it if they want you to have it

[ stares at his 24"x24" haul of cigars. that he did nothing spectacular for ]

that's what I'm saying

[paidforit]

Sure. There's always something they want. Just gotta find out what it is.

No matter. Got to be a way of working out how to make more in the meanwhile. Something's fermentable around here.

[oorah]

He's walking with the dogs, it always starts off as just Aretha, the black-and-tan bloodhound that he and Karen share custody of, but then he'll pick up Aurora, Kira's black German Shepherd so they each have a friend. And then from there, dogs stack on dogs, every stray or pet left out in the yard gluing to his side like a barrel of monkeys. By the time he sees the woman wandering out of the woods towards the Inn, he's collected the two Corgis, the Samoyed and the one he's partial to, naturally: the Pit Bull. Each have their own degree of loyalty to him (and not) and when he holds up the sign for Wait it's only Aretha who stops both instantly and dutifully. The pit bull is next, and the Corgis just lay down in the grass. Just because they want to and not because the hand signal actually means anything to them. The white dog rubs against Frank's palm, thinking he's offering pets while the black dog is off like a shot, circling Valkyrie and sniffing excitedly at her shoes. NEW FRIEND trumps listening to the dogsitter, every time.

"You alright, ma'am?" he calls out after letting Aurora do her thing. He hasn't seen the woman before, but he misses arrivals often enough. He tries not to hang around the Fountain much and the bunker comes with its own set of stressors for him. Maybe it's a cop-out, but if she's been around for a while he hasn't noticed. That's about the size of it, but she seems... off. His first guess is that she had a run-in with one of the many weird flora or fauna out there, so he slowly comes closer, Aretha and the unnamed snowdog following while the Corgis and Pit stay behind.

[paidforit]

There are things that would make immediate sense to any onlooker. The black German Shepherd is not in fact a giant wolf, and it is not lunging to attack.

This is not something that she recognizes right away, and for a split-second her blood runs cold, and the shape hurtling towards her has her tensing for a moment, braced for a fight that...doesn't come. It's a dog, not a wolf, and one no taller than her waist at that. Everything about the animal gives off the sense that it's happy as anything to see her, sniffing her boots and wagging its tail madly, and that too-sharp light in her eyes fades as she cocks her head in confusion.

"Huh. Now where'd you come from?"

No sooner have the words left her mouth than where the dog had come from becomes readily apparent. Someone's moving in her direction with a flock of other assorted canines, and her brow lifts. Oh. Well. Hello there. That'd do nicely.

"Think you lost one," she remarks dryly, before taking to one knee in order to offer the animal a palm to sniff.

[oorah]

He notices the way she tenses up and wonders if she's afraid of dogs. But then the woman he doesn't recognize seems to calm as she addresses him and he thinks maybe Aurora just surprised her. That's not unusual either. Frank stops again to give the two space to get acquainted.

"She's not lost," he assures in a soft, but even tone. "She's doin' her job." A job Frank isn't qualified for anymore: greeting newbies. His unkempt appearance probably makes the whole dog whisperer gig more believable, he would seem like a man raised by wolves if not for the teal communicator strapped to one wrist and the bright teal Jordans on his feet, to say nothing of the handwoven leather bracelet fastened around his other hand.

"Somethin' happen out there?" he asks, inclining his scruffy head back towards the way she came from. Frank is getting used to recognizing people who have no idea who he is, he's tucking the information away until it becomes relevant, if it ever does.

[paidforit]

"Someone put a forest back there. Dunno if you've seen it." She jerks a thumb casually in the direction she'd just come from, not bothering to hide the way she looks him over, cocks her head consideringly. The dog gets a few absent-minded pets behind the ears before she pulls to her feet again, and Frank might not that she's looking a little disheveled herself.

Like she just pulled herself from unconsciousness out of the nearby bushes. Go figure.

"Thought I'd find food this way. What about you?" The corner of her mouth quirks upwards as one hand gestures vaguely in his direction. "You master of the hounds, or something? Quite the motley crew."

Don't look like fighters, most of them. Who knows. Maybe they're for eating around here, for all she knows.

[oorah]

Aurora sticks close by Valkyrie now that she's been given affection, there must be more where that came from. Frank just shrugs at the questioning, he'd been called worse. Like "Vin Diesel's the babysitter, but for dogs." Just as a recent example. "Something like that," he admits, gesturing towards the Inn. He's more than used to her looking less than put together, but there's no recognition there for him in her eyes and maybe it's for the best. "I can get you something."

It's as good a distraction as any, about now. He remembers her easy companionship with Max and a frown tugs at his lips, missing the dog and his friend in equal measure, even though the latter is technically right in front of him.

"That's Aurora. I think she likes you." He brushes by her to step inside the Inn, the pit bull and Aretha coming with him while Aurora sticks close by Valk. The rest of the dogs opt to stay outside.

@aschthebloody

[cinere]

Is there even a booze situation?

[ He doesn't really drink, but hey, its always good to know. He's also probably to young in this world but not in his.]

[paidforit]

Should be.

What else is there to do around here?

[cinere]

Survive, obviously.

[paidforit]

Besides that.

[cinere]

I suppose hunting.

Text - UN: StarkSmith

[nonstopnarcissist]

It varies. You get a steady supply? Let me know.

[paidforit]

Someone's got to have figured out something. They've been here long enough.

[nonstopnarcissist]

Key word being 'steady'. Sam has a still she sets up sometime, small batch, strong, irregular production schedule.

Other than that? Gifts are a thing sometimes but I haven't figured out how those work yet.

[paidforit]

Right, people watching us who just hand them out when they're feeling generous.

[nonstopnarcissist]

I'd call bullshit but I've got a bucket of glitter in my forge that says otherwise.

un: aholland

[houmaprotector]

You could distill it from one of the gardens around here but that'd take about 2 weeks.

[He could grow the plants people needed in seconds if he wasn't handicapped by the assholes who run this place.]

[paidforit]

Only two weeks?

[ That's two weeks sober, which ew, but it's not as bad as no alcohol anywhere ever. So. Points. ]

[houmaprotector]

Essentially. Is that something you'd be interested in brewing?