The Sixth Iteration (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sixthiteration) wrote2018-07-27 02:32 am
sixthiteration) wrote2018-07-27 02:32 am
Entry tags:
Test Drive 20 (August & September)
Test Drive
→ Holds and applications are always open. Holds are required for all applications.
→ 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:
→ 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.
→ Character want ads are here.
→ 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.
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.
→ Character want ads are here.
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.
Wynonna Earp | (About s3e2 or so)
She could handle a little extra spice, she'd said. Just an extra pinch mixed in to the regular salt around the rim of the closest thing she could make here to a Ceaser (look, if you know the ingredients in the original, you probably don't want to know what she used to make it here, so don't ask).
"Ugh, where's all that goddamn snow when you need it. Water. Need some water, here!" she calls out to anyone within ear shot, pulling at the collar of her shirt to fan herself.
Skunk Drunk (And Also Regular Drunk)
Honestly, it was easier for her reputation if, after stumbling out of the woods, she just grabbed the nearest bottle of whiskey and made like she got this way all by her lonesome, with no help from a cute fuzzy thing she'd startled out of the bushes.
"Eat a dick," she shoots back at someone muttering something judgmental to their friends as she sways by them, hand going to her hip where Peacemaker should be. Stupid extra-dimensional kidnappers not trusting her with a firearm. She was allowed have her gun back home and that was Canada.
Texts, username Earp
The little dog monsters are actually kinda cute, and less chompy than normal tiny dogs. Y/N?
Wildcard
Throw something else at me.
un: anarchist hotdog
no subject
Or coyotes. Those yellow eyed bastards will go right through a screen door to get to a bitch in heat if they're horny enough.
no subject
[ uh... yeah. he's leaving that coyote thing there. ]
no subject
Or anything else here, probably.
no subject
oh but if you see tiny deer - run.
no subject
[A second text]
Wait. What do the deer do?
no subject
they'll suck your blood. not kidding.
no subject
But that's p. fucked up ngl.
no subject
anything else you want to know?
no subject
Anything you feel is pressing in terms of life/death or basic human needs.
no subject
inn's got food and clothes if you didn't know. sometimes there's an empty room. most of the houses are empty too and free for the taking. don't go too far off into the woods alone. don't get too comfortable. you'll be fine.
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
Heat Wave
Which are thoughts that have crept in and alcohol is sorely needed. So he gives in, all fur coat - stolen, and heavy boots - borrowed from who the fuck knows where, and bright red scrub trousers because he's starting to like the look of them with the dark fur, and heads for the Inn.
Except the bottle of tuber vodka he's pretty sure he left in the kitchen is gone. Well, not gone. The bottle is still there. But now it is fucking empty.
"What the fuck?! Did I say anyone could drink that?" Bellowing to no one in particular. Anger coursing through him, as he swirls around, fur snapping with his motions. Hearing someone bitching about needing water, and it's a voice that sounds way too fucking familiar.
Edging closer to the voice, swallowing hard as he eyes the very familiar form.
"Wynonna Fucking Earp. What the hell did I do to deserve this?" He asks of no one, intoning it loudly so that she's sure to hear him.
no subject
"Do you actually want a list, Bobo? Because I could make a list," she mutters. "I mean there was all the attempted murder. And the actual murder. And Willa. You want me to keep going?" Pause. "After I have that fucking water."
She is, noticeably, not reaching for Peacemaker. Because it isn't fucking there. So maybe it is Hell.
no subject
Not that he believes her, or the lack of Peacemaker resting there.
"Don't you dare fucking bring her into this, Earp," he growls, expression fading quickly. She's been every thought in his head, and everything he's tried to forget since - as far as he knows from the moment he came to this place - she left him there to die.
"Water? What's the ma..." The words fade and then he can't help himself. He laughs. Hard. "Let me... guess..." Still laughing. "Dusted your margarita with a little red salt? Awwww, Kitten. That must suck."
Because he's done it himself, but he's not admitting to that. Instead he gestures to a bucket nearby to catch any rain run off.
"I've heard soaking your head completely under water for about, hmmm, ten minutes can help. Just make sure to stay under until you can't feel the heat anymore."
no subject
"The teenage girl you kept locked away like a fairy tale princess with no other option but to think she loved you? Fuck you Robert."
no subject
Smirking as he took a step closer. Walking up drowning in this place from the moment he did, there's been too much pain about Willa surrounding him to back down from his. Even if her air clutching for Peacemaker doesn't mean she doesn't have it on her. No matter what Vasquez and others have told him.
"If it wasn't for that witch bitch you wouldn't even be here now. Never come back for your sisters or your name unless you had to," he growls, eyes narrowing. "So don't play that card with me, Wynonna. She was loved more with me than she ever was by your father. He abused your momma. He abused Willa and Waverly. You weren't the heir, and you weren't his bastard, so maybe you never noticed, hmmm? Or maybe you just. Didn't. Care."
His chest is so tight he's not even sure how he gets the words out. Because she's right in a way. Someone had been thinking Willa loved him, right until she was willing to leave him there and walk away. It's an Earp thing, he guesses.
they may hate each other but this is So Much Fun for me
"We were kids. Do you know how many nightmares Waverly had after that? Ever wonder how many of them were about you?" Because she's certainly wondered how many times that gunshot and the sound of Daddy's body hitting the dirt has haunted her baby sister's dreams.
"We buried Willa with Daddy. You made sure she was dead long before I ever pulled the trigger."
She's fully aware that she's poking the bear, and her chin is raised defiantly. Try it. Try it.
This is the best. Loving it. Thank you for putting her on the tdm
Of course now he's going to rub that in.
"So had nightmares about you shooting him, Wynonna. I was there for her. As much as I could be, I was there for Wav..."
The words fail because despite the rage, the anger, the pain he's feeling, all of it is eclipsed in that moment. With those words.
His breathing is quick and labored, eyes narrowing as his hands clench at his sides.
"You... you killed her?"
Despite laying there in the snow, waiting for his death after the betrayal of the woman he loved, he never thought that would happen. Not as close as the girls had seemed after Willa's return. Maybe he should have expected it, but the pain of knowing she is truly dead lances through him.
His steps are tightly wound as he moves closer, not caring what she does to him.
"You killed my Willa? You..." His nostrils flare, head tilting back as his hands open and close, clenching, fighting not to grab her by the neck and strangle her with his bare hands.
"You shot her with Peacemaker..." He isn't asking, stating, eyes closing as he fights to not hurt her, shaking as he fights the anger for the reality as his head tilts back, eyes opening, staring up at the sky. "You sent her to Hell, and she'll be waiting there for me."
He has to focus on that. Focus on that to try and not kill her. At least not physically.
"You banished your sister to Hell, Wynonna," he snarls, gaze dropping to look at her, eyes narrowing as his lip curls. "Tell me again about how much you care for your sisters."
i'm so sorry she's like this. but go ahead and bring the violence if desired.
The sweat from the red salt is doing a halfway decent job of camouflaging the tears threatening to fall. She's drunk, in pain, Peacemaker's gone, and if she's here she's not doing what she needs to do for Alice.
"She made her peace. And if there's any comfort in you being here, it's that she's away from you. That makes Hell an upgrade, you cradle-robbing fuck."
never be sorry for this and them. It's great. Though feel free to have her attack him
"Don't even try that, Earp. You really think you're above and beyond Ward? Wyatt? Oh no, let's be honest. Willa may have had the steel spine of your family, but you? You have the rock for a heart that has been handed down from one heir to the next. In that, you really are the rightful heir."
His hands stay at his sides, so tightly clenched so that the curve of his nails draw along his palm. Knowing that Willa is in Hell may mean she'll be there for him, but it also means facing again that she was willing to leave him to die.
"You abandoned Waverly. You shot Ward. You have turned on everyone that has ever relied on you and left to recover in your wake, Wynonna. Willa learned to open her heart, learned about the man that Wyatt betrayed. You're forged from his very soul, aren't you? A heartless, selfish bitch that will pretend they're trying to save others but in the end, you just like abusing people. Just like your father, every inch of you."
He wants nothing more than to literally take her very life, to watch her die at his hands, but for now, without knowing how this place works if he did kill her, Bobo seeks a worse way to hurt her. One that will last longer.
god they're just going to keep goading each other until someone throws the fist punch i love this
"You think she really loved you? That you loved her? That she was anything to you but a tool for your freedom, no matter what it cost her?"
She snorts and steps even closer. "You think any woman- any girl is capable of loving the monster who keeps her locked away from the world? It wasn't love, you prick, it was Stockholm Syndrome. You. Broke. Her. You broke her to make her your willing escape plan and apocolypse all in one."
She gets bold for a semi-public confrontation, and jabs her right index finger into his chest. "Her death is on both of our hands. I'm just willing to admit it."
no subject
"Oh come off it. As if you, of all people, know a damn thing about love," he scoffs, laughing as he rolls his eyes. "It would be cute, like watching a monkey try and figure out a puzzle, except that it means you just keep hurting people. At least I'm honest about being the sadist I am but you? You're sicker than I could ever be, Wynonna Earp, because you pretend you have a soul when you're just as damned as I am."
Snarling the words as he moves in closer, back slightly hunched, head cocked to one side as if examining something and not sure what it actually is.
"I saved her from Wade. I saved her from you doing to her what you've done to Waverly. I, unlike you? Won't speak for her..." Since she left him to die so... well in his world that can still be love. "But I know what I felt for her and what I was willing to give. And eventually? You'll be dead and gone and we'll? We'll be right back there in Purgatory, killing your child. I mean, if you ever breed."
It hurts. All of it. Thinking about Willa in Hell. Thinking about Willa being tortured and tormented and twisted in the same ways that Robert Svane was until he became the man using words to destroy in the same way he often used knives and steel and teeth.
Snorting when she touches him, barely flinching back with the strike of nail against him.
"Bullshit. You're trying to pretend she wanted that, that she cared about you. She saw Wade in you, just like everyone else does. She saw what you were, and she was willing to leave you there to die. Just like me. Like Doc and Waverly and everyone else. You don't care about others, Wynonna, so stop pretending. There's no one here to impress with your fake empathy."
Driving in verbal nails, wanting to make her snap as he stands there, head twitching from one side to the other as his nostrils flare, trying to actually scent the pain and anger on her.
no subject
She doesn't process anything else he says. She doesn't hear the if, all she hears is the threat he presents to Alice, even with a world between them. It's that same world keeping her from saving her baby girl from this damned curse.
She's trained more since the last time she faced Bobo, but it barely shows at all by the way she launches herself at him, swinging the bottle she'd stolen from him. Raw, angry, and screaming like the burning in her throat and mouth will summon some of Dolls' fire. If only. If only.
If this isn't okay, let me know
totally fine and ditto
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)