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.

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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

[quinientos]

Well, that's just a shame because Vasquez happens to enjoy the company of other men when they're being dicks and assholes. It just makes him feel at home, like he's allowed to prod and poke as much as he wants.

He chuckles as he tugs at Bobo's shirt collar, walking in a lazy stroll backwards. "Then you're going to get to meet plenty of people," he guarantees. "I live at the inn."

[fooloftheking]

He grins at that, following along easily. Hell, if this place is going to turn out like this, maybe getting out after all the bullshit that went through Purgatory is the best thing that's happened to him in a long time. A very long time.

"Always made me nervous going to the Inn," he says, thinking back a lot of years. "Had to go through the Saloon most of the time, least in our town, and back then I hated being there," he admits, laughing at his own folly. "Oh the things I missed out on back then."

Robert had been a very conservative man, and even now the memories are easier to laugh at than face.

"Guess I've got more time to make up what I missed then."

[quinientos]

"What's not to like about easy food and someone else to take care of your things for you?" That's Vasquez's opinion of the place and why he doesn't so much mind the Inn, where he can understand why other people wouldn't be in so much of a rush to enjoy it. He keeps tugging at him, almost tripping a few times on the root behind him.

He's grinning now, an idiot who looks drunk even if he's not. "Don't worry, pachuco," he taunts. "I'm good enough that you won't feel like you've missed too much."

[fooloftheking]

"The man I was and the man I have become are worlds apart," he notes, watching Vasquez more than he is the path they're walking on. If he trips, so be it, though his gait is easy and used to uneven terrain. "Though a word or two can be said for privacy," he notes, hurrying his step slowly as his hand slides along Vasquez's waist, tucking along sensitive skin and trying to put him off his step just for the fun of it.

"Keep up the smart ass comments. I am definitely going to fix that for you."

[quinientos]

Vasquez laughs, low and pleased, stumbling a little on a rock and not caring about it as he hauls Bobo up with him, mussing up that shirt of his a little more, wrinkling it with the way both hands fist at fabric. "Go on, then. Fix it," he coaxes.

"If you think you can," he adds, with a cock of his head to the side, like he's not so sure about that.

[fooloftheking]

The hold that jerks Vasquez to him is not about keeping him from tripping. Never about that. It's all about grinding himself against the other man even as his step stops. One hand comes up, gripping Vasquez by the jaw as he leans in closer to him. Slowly, grinning as he nips at the other man's lower lip, playfully snapping, not even trying to truly catch his lip or hold him tight if he tries to move away.

"One, I thought you wanted a bed," he growls. "Two, I see what you're doing there, brat. You'll get what you want but don't think you're playing me," he says, but it's obvious he's amused and not upset.

[quinientos]

If there's one thing he likes (but doesn't say out loud), it's the fight that comes of being held down, asked to submit. He'll complain, he might hate it, but it's the fire and the fight with it that turns him on. When Bobo grabs his jaw, fuck, his cock practically jumps up with interest.

"If I was playing you and you didn't notice, I wouldn't want you to fuck me," is Vasquez's pointed return, because then that would just be boring. "Brat?" he echoes. "What, am I that little?"

[fooloftheking]

"Time differences, Compadre. Now brat is anyone of any age that plays cute and bitchy to get what they want," he says, using that hold to tilting Vasquez's head back so that he can bite at his throat, enjoying predatory games.

"Not little though. Not from what I can tell," he growls, his hand dropping away from Vasquez's jaw to fall lower, reaching around to grip at his ass, using that hold to keep him close as if he can bring them closer.

[quinientos]

"I am cute and bitchy, it's part of my charm," he counters, hissing with pleasure when he gets a biting sort of kiss, because if he could get marked up with those, he'd be a very happy man. He laughs, loud and hoarse, rocking his hips forward when he's coaxed. "No, I'm very tall," he points out and with a pointed look down, he can't help his proud smirk.

"Everything is proportional," he says, a word he'd learned from Goodnight recently, flaunting it with all its ridiculous syllables, but worth it, he thinks.

[fooloftheking]

"It definitely is." And Bobo is certainly enjoying it. Not how he expects things to go his first few days in this place, but if this is how welcomings go, he's all for it. Better than Purgatory is most of the time.

"From everything I can feel, you are very proportional." Smirking as he says it, liking how Vasquez said it. He didn't think about how much the past coming back would feel but he likes it. Least for the time being. "Guess we're not getting to a bed like this, are we?"

[quinientos]

Vasquez shrugs as he gives him a deliberately challenging look. "I mean," he says, "most of the time with men back home, it was other vaqueros on the trail and it was out in the middle of nowhere." A hand's a hand, a mouth is a mouth, and it's not like Vasquez has ever been picky about where he gets his pleasure.

"Are you so fussy that you want a bed?" he asks, though he'd prefer one to sleep in, of course. It's just that for the first bit, it's not really necessary.

[fooloftheking]

"I have spent too much time on this planet to worry about someone's gender. I worry about what I'm getting out of things, and how much fun I can have." Which is the god's honest truth, without getting too deep into how much Hell can just burn out your morality and take away all of those concerns.

"Bed. Privacy. Somewhere that people aren't going to worry that I'm abusing you. At least not without you wanting it. Explanations kind of ruin the mood," he points out.

fade? because of the whole pg rule (lol)?

[quinientos]

Abusing him? Well, this definitely just got a little more interesting, as far as Vasquez is concerned, because he wants to know what's about to happen that it might look like abuse. Licking his lips, he grabs at Bobo's hand to yank him along, pulling him for another sharp kiss before he lets him go.

"Hurt me a little," he says, "and we can do it in the inn. Maybe we can make a game and see who comes first to rescue me."