sixthiteration | Test Drive 20 (August & September)

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1. It has to take place in the 6I universe.
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Prompts

Happy anniversary, villagers! Buckle up!

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.

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!)

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.

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Heat Wave

Food is not meant to attack you. You are meant to attack food. Literally that is it. Okay sure, in certain parts of the world that Jake has no interest in ever visiting ever ever again there are foods you eat that some get a kick out of attacking back - and if you swallow living octopuses then maybe you deserve what you get if they try and lodge themselves permanently in your throat - but otherwise, those are the rules.

You attack a meal, it does not bite you back.

So Jake is really becoming concerned when the bowl of soup he kind of sorta snagged from the pot bubbling away on the stove has a definite heat to it. Well, not at first. At first it's welcomed, mostly because it's food he hasn't had to scrounge up, and at this point he'd settle for a case of C-rats from the eighties. Not even MREs but their canned and often just fat and protein in a can that killed more damn John Waynes than most soldiers cared to count rations that hadn't been touched since Jake was a kid. So the soup is a welcome relief.

Except there is no relief. There is just heat, and burn, and sadly hunger and the kind of hyperness that has haunted Jake since grade school means that by the time he starts to realize that it isn't a comfortable, low grade pepper heat but the sort of punishment that came from eating habaneros whole because you think it will impress your latest unit - spoiler alert: it won't and doesn't - he's eaten nearly all of the bowl.

Dropping bowl and spoon into the sink with a clatter, he ducks his head into the sink, turning on the faucet. Lack of long term thinking results in not rinsing away whatever is so caustic in the soup but in water going up his nose, nearly drowning him.

Coming up spluttering and gasping, choking as he tries to draw a breath and clear the water from his lungs at the same time, Jake jerks off his shirt, using it for a towel to try and clean the water out of his eyes. Fuck, that feels a tiny bit better. Cooler, at least. That's a start.

Dropping his shirt on the counter, Jake leans back against it, nudging his shoes off, one foot and then the other. Glancing around, he grips the waistband of his pants, considering how bad of an idea this really is in the middle of the kitchen. Sniffling, the heat flares up again, his body sheened in sweat, and with a curse under his breath, Jake shoves his pants down around his ankles, stepping out of them and dropping them on the counter with his shirt before heading for the door.

He'll come back for them later. When he's cooler and not likely to have whatever polyester levels that might be in them literally bonding to his flesh.

Text - un: oneeyedjack

[Incapable of chill, the message come rapid fire in the course of a few minutes.]

srsly tho wat yr is it? this tech makes dinos lok nu n fresh

a 4 yo with a leapfrog could hack this shit

my niece could bld this w legos n awatch

no voice even. could spoof any1

thats not a bad way 2 spend my afternoon

whats the point of a nu un if any1 cn see ur rn?

[It may actually go on for a while. Oops.]

Edited 2018-09-11 18:33 (UTC)

Cougar's used to being on missions with Jake. He knows what it means -- long rambling bouts of idiocy broken in with some genius, a lot of abuse of classic songs, and the nudity. With a sigh, Cougar remembers how many times Roque had threatened to cut off parts of Jake's anatomy if the nudity continued and how many times he'd had to pointedly clean his gun while the barrel pointed straight at the man.

When he peers out from his sightline from where he's perched on a roof with a set of binoculars and sees Jake wandering out into the wild wearing so little, he rolls his eyes and starts a dismount before someone gets it in their head to pick a fight with his idiot friend.

He shimmies his way down a drain pipe and starts briskly walking towards Jake, picking up someone's drying clothes on his way so that as soon as he gets close enough, he can throw it at Jake, brows raising up to the hat line (there'd been a tarp hat here, strangely enough, like it's meant just for him), before a tip of his head to the side.

In Cougar-ese, which Jake is fluent in, he'll understand the very pointed, Put some fucking clothes on before someone decides to have an issue.

There's a river, and water, and it's cool and it will feel so good until whatever hot flash, what the fuck even he's a guy and young and stop feeling like he's on fire dammit because now he's overheated that much and yet... The lack of shoes means ow ow ow trying to run and yet hurting his feet as he picks his way down the path to the river.

Hobbling, tiptoeing to try and get somewhere that it might feel better. And that is when he finds someone in his path. Someone he well knows and isn't surprised to see. Even if he knows he's in for it as he stands there in his socks and his tighty whities, planting his hands on his hips and trying to look just about as innocent as he can.

With his skin flushed and his eyes wide and tears creeping down his cheeks and it's totally normal, okay? Right?

An then he sees the clothes.

"Noooo," he says, waving a finger at Cougar. "Too hot. It's too hot. I don't want clothes. I just want to be in the lake. That soup had like, I don't know, poison. OH. God. I've been poisoned, haven't I?"

Cougar's mostly trying to remember if this has happened before, trying to think of what chili pepper or spicy thing Jake might've tried to eat before, because somehow, this isn't even a blip on Cougar's radar, as far as being affected is concerned.

He does take a minute to let his shadowed gaze slide to Jake's body, like he's just checking that it hasn't gone to shit, but with an approving nod, he can tell that it's same as ever. As to the protests though, Cougar drops down to the water to shove a stream of it at Jake's face.

If he's too hot, best to cool him down.

(And tackling him into the water, probably not a good idea, because he's smaller than Jake, he'd never walk into a losing fight like that if he can't cheat)

"White man stomach," is all Cougar says, calm and clear, giving him a pointed look, asking Jake if he bothered to try drinking milk or waiting it out instead of stripping naked, even if that is Jake's main strategy in many things.

He's eaten spicy foods before! He's eaten things sane people shouldn't eat! In part because when you're with a unit and that's what there is to eat, then that's what you eat. In part because he is Jake and he will eat damn near anything because of a metabolism that is only slightly faster than how he talks.

This though... this is different if the way he's sweat, rivulets pouring down his face and along his chest and abs is any indication. Different in how flushed his skin is, and how he keeps shifting from one foot to the other because his skin feels hot and tight.

And not because of Cougar looking him over. Surely that's just making sure there's no wounds or marks that caused his reaction. Yep, that's it.

Then those words and he gasps, staring at Cougar in disbelief. "Hey! Now that's just mean."

And probably true.

"Clothes later! Now water."

And he should probably have drunken it, but then he has nearly drowned himself. He moves quickly to hop into the water, despite the pain of rocks on his socked feet.

He groans as it swirls up around his ankles, dropping to his knees and sinking into it.

Cougar doesn't exactly look like he feels bad about insulting Jake, because he's pretty sure he could say anything and Jake would know that he doesn't really mean it. Why would he want to push away a best friend who can not only translate for you, but who actually knows every small body movement and what it means.

When Jake gets dramatic and sinks himself in the water, Cougar decides to unlace his boots and hike up his pants to wade in, perched enough on a flatter rock above. When he's close enough, that's when he pushes at Jake's shoulder with a foot to tip him fully into the water.

He said he was hot, yes?

Cougar's helping, he's so very helpful. In fact, he's so helpful that he crouches on the rock with a devious smirk on his lips, waiting for Jake to surface for air.

"Oh God, that feels better." Even as he says it, he dips his head, back bowing as he scoops up the cool, fresh water and splashes his face with it. Water droplets cling to the spikes of his hair, sparkling on the lenses of his glasses as Jake repeats the motions with a long, low, definitely not for public places and probably copied from a porn star moan of pleasure as the water sluiced over his head and down the back of his neck.

Which is when he is tipped, very cowlike and without about as much grace, sideways into the water. It splashes a bit around him as he sinks into the water with a gurgle and a row of bubbles as he lets the water course into his mouth and over his tongue.

It is several long minutes, the bubbles tapering off, before he surfaces. Fast. Loudly. And with a bit of an intent to splash water towards his team mate. Oops?

Cougar gets wet and instantly, he wants to hiss. Wet Cougars are angry ones, but he's also coming off a slight panic moment when he thinks maybe he's gone too far and drowned Jake.

Lucky for him, he surfaces. Unlucky for him, he's gotten Cougar wet. The worst luck? He got his hat wet, which means he's a very unhappy cat, right now.

"Bad idea," is all he says, before he flips his hat to the side with where his boots are, tackling Jake from his low crouch, knowing that even if he's got a moment of surprise, the chances are against him eventually. This is why he works so much better at long distances. You scope your target, you snipe them, and that's it. None of this mess, but he has to defend his honour.

Jake Jensen - The Losers

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