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

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Comments

Bruce Banner | MCU (Infinity War)

[notsoangry]

HEAT WAVE

It was a lose-lose situation, a situation that Bruce might as well have been the poster child for. When he quietly moved into the kitchen, he knew there were options left in there he could test out, leftovers that probably no one would mind if he tasted, but he was always very respectful of other people's things in the lab and at the tower. So instead he hovered around the stove and considered what few dishes he knew how to make. The list wasn't that short after years on the run and finding food to toss together at a moment's notice, but it was very basic.

This was that moment he would come to regret, when he hesitated after making something very, very bland, and thought well what could this hurt, really? before putting in what he assumed was a local spice. He'd lived in many countries with impressive spice ratios, but either this was a new level, or he'd lost all ability to ingest flavor after years of his body not being his.

Either way, the end result was a coughing fit and nearly dropping the bowl, and he scrambled to try and catch the bowl at the same time, but only managed to smack it in the air and send it flying farther away. The crash caused him to wince, and he hurried toward it, wheezing at the same time, desperate to just clean it up and pretend this never happened. "Good one," he whisper-coughed, "Banner."

Between hurrying to pick up the food and not getting his breathing under control, he was leaning low to the ground when he coughed hard and bumped his head against the counter, instantly on the floor. Bruce just sat for a moment, wondering not for the first time how a man with seven PhDs could be clumsy enough to guest star in a Stooges comedy act. It's fine. He was going to hide there for now. Who needed dignity?

TEXT: UN: Dr. Banner

Let's say you haven't had a drink in years. What would be your suggestion? Note: something we have in stock.

TEXT. UN: Barnes.

[freightcars]

Hate to disappoint you, but our stock's mostly moonshine and toilet wine, with the occasional aside of bathtub vodka.
On the bright side, nobody's gone blind yet.

TEXT. UN: Dr. Banner

[notsoangry]

I feel like I need to circle the bathtub vodka with a red pen. I'm not sure why that bothers me more than toilet wine, and yet.

UN: Barnes

[freightcars]

Probably because of all the bathing.

UN: Dr. Banner

[notsoangry]

I'm not really that squeamish, I'm not sure why my head is getting stuck on it. I've never had moonshine, how bad is it?

Heat Wave

[nonstopnarcissist]

"...let me guess. Too much red salt?" Tony wandered up to grab himself a bowl of something to carry back to the forge and saw most of this tragedy in three parts. Part of him was so certain this was some kind of hour thirty six hallucination (back home he didn't get those until hour fifty or so but forge work was more labor intensive, he'd been learning to adjust accordingly.), enough that he sat and waited until the last little crash, the fumbling attempts to clean up before he pushed himself out of the doorway and knelt to help clean up. Hallucinatory Banner tended to be more stern and fondly exasperated, less human garbage fire.

Reasons they got along so well, being mutual messes. Genius didn't always lend itself to straightforward thinking and structure outside of the lab- at least in Tony's case.

[notsoangry]

If there was anyone that he could accept walking in on this, it would be Tony, a noticeable fact considering how much he tensed up and then abruptly relaxed. Bruce never really bothered to be anyone else but himself with Tony from the moment they met, a singular and strange experience that he nevertheless appreciated. "You know, it's one of those times when you go hey, why not try something new, it'll be fine. And then ---" he waved a hand at the results. Bruce ordinarily would have refused the help, he tried to clean his own messes, but he thought this would be a good time to remember how to swallow without pain.

"I used to actually be good at spice, I think. Never at cooking. I'm glad I never took a home ec class." Dark eyes turned toward Tony as he put what was left of it in the sink. "Are you hungry? For something I'm not making." He was in the kitchen after all. It'd been years they were apart, but for Bruce it was only a fuzzy short period of time. He wasn't sure he could read him the same way anymore.

[nonstopnarcissist]

"It got me too, when I first arrived." It wasn't the worst mess Tony had seen in this kitchen (that was partially his and Peter's fault, surprising a hungry teenager when an uncaffeinated zombie ended in a lot of swearing and flailing), and therefore wasn't worth much commentary. Milk from the ice box poured like a highball cocktail, no ice, all flourish before Tony offered it over. "Drink. I got this."

If he wanted to eat he'd need to clean up, no hired help to be found here. Well. There was but the currency only ever meant more work for him which was as helpful as it was potentially exhausting. Trying to work out the slushie machine problem continued to boil down to finding a proper refrigerant and he didn't have near enough access to half of what he'd need to make that happen. Tony wiped up the last of it, squinting around for anything that he knew how to put together without burning anything. Himself included. "Came to grab something I could carry back to the forge. There's usually soup on."

Soup was- Pot, water, onions? Onions. Carrots. Potatoes. Fuck it. Tony started grabbing a little bit of everything and diced it to a relatively uniform cube before chucking it in the pot. Food would happen eventually.

[notsoangry]

"Oh good, I guess I'm part of the bad spice choice team now." It sounded like a terrible reply in his head, and with anyone else he would have clumsily attempted to joke a little more, but Bruce just sighed and took the milk. Much, much better. His face was still very overheated from a mix of the spice and the embarrassment, but the latter was not new. "Thanks. Sorry." He really didn't like other people cleaning up his messes, except in retrospect it was exactly what he was best at. Running away, leaving people behind. That mental reminder made him frown and put the glass in the sink too.

He watched Tony attempt to make ... something, arching an eyebrow. "I feel like I shouldn't have to point out the precarious reality of putting liquids near work." Bruce was clumsy, of that everyone was very aware, so he learned that lesson and was never allowed to have anything damaging in the lab at college. Tony had his own set of rules. Or lack of rules. "So I guess it hasn't really changed, has it? The forge. The forgetting to eat and probably sleep." He smiled faintly, fondly, at that. It was a nice thought, that good things didn't change when he wasn't looking, but he knew it was not real.

Heat Wave

[killorder]

The red salt is, to this day, something that Jake considers to be a practical joke that someone invented just to get their kicks in this place. After how bad it scalded him and the pain that came with it, he can't be made to believe otherwise.

Not that he's thinking about that when he hears a clatter and coughing and a bang as he's heading for the kitchen. If he's honest, he is kind of being clandestine, hoping to get a look at the stove and try and figure out where the electricity comes from to share with the rest of the village.

Instead he finds himself sprinting, worrying someone's choking. Not that most cough when they are choking but survival 101 is taking a back seat to trying to do the right thing.

So Jake comes skittering into the kitchen, wide eyed and a bit flushed, looking around.

"Uhmmm, everyone okay in here?"

[notsoangry]

The last thing Bruce wanted when he was most certainly making a fool of himself was a witness, but oh well, why not. It could have been a lot worse. He had receipts of how worse it could get. At first all he could do was take slow breaths and tried to awkwardly smile at the man, giving him a weak thumbs up. "Sorry," he hacked, not entirely a reason there to be for why he was sorry, but he was all the same. Drinking water was not a good idea, but he couldn't leave the mess, so he focuse on that.

"Things you shouldn't do," he rasped quietly, "just try whatever's there as flavor."

[killorder]

Another person might laugh, but Jake moves to the counter to get a towel, coming over to kneel down and help with the clean up.

"Burning sensation? Don't get water, but milks hard to come by. There's some alcohol around, but I think that would make it worse," he says, using the towel to gather the pieces of the bowl.

"You did better than me. I kept eating it, and then ended up mostly naked in the river, but my skin felt so hot and I was sweating so bad I had to make it stop," he admits, blushing deeply and not looking up as he sheepishly keeps cleaning.

[notsoangry]

Bruce chuckled which came out more as a cough than that, and nodded. "You'd need a lot of liquor to break down the concentrated capsaicin compound." All said in a rush, and he knew he really should not be talking until he breathed, but it was reflexive for him. Either he was nervous and talked too much, or too little, there was no in between. The not talking was smarter, and he did the much easier thing of listening instead.

His eyebrows went up at the explanation, and then he nodded again. "I can feel the heat under my skin, it probably was the best choice under the circumstances." Well he was able to put together complex words, now it was just a low burn. His voice was raspier but it was survivable. "I usually can handle spice, so I might've done more if I remembered the last time I ate it." Which was at least a few more years, so he went conservative.

UN: Dr. A. Price

[scales_and_silence]

Alcohol's hard to find here, but there are copious amounts of marijuana.

Better for the liver, at least.

Or you can pet a peacat for a while. Their scent marking pheromones are like Feliway for humans.

UN: Dr. Banner

[notsoangry]

Really? Where are they? Have you tested it out on multiple people to gauge level of response?

[scales_and_silence]

The pea-cats or the weed?

I've managed to befriend one- the peacock-cats, that is. He reminds me of a pet I had back home a little. I've only had a few willing volunteers for the study, but I'm also not a doctor for humans so my focus has been on the cats themselves. [Not that this hasn't gotten him called on for first aid duty anyways. Wound care is wound care.]

Heat Wave

[morphogenia]

Kamala watches that whole affair with a wince. She's never seen a grown man so clumsy. That's saying a lot considering she lives with a goofy big brother like Aamir... or did at least in her memories. Long story. Kamala takes pity on him immediately and goes to retrieve some green milk from the fridge.

"Milk helps." She promises as she offers him a glass.

[notsoangry]

Bruce was starting to reply, or at least attempt to reply, when she handed him the exact thing he probably needed. Green though it was. He glanced over to the dishes and then over to her, and decided the latter was a good in-between. "It's the casein in milk," he explained weakly once some of it was swallowed down and his throat hated him less. "Always go for the fat-loving protein I always ... have actually never said."

[morphogenia]

Kamala laughs. Appropriate or not, she thinks this guy is kind of a goof. It's charming. "You're funny, but stay away from that salt okay? Even I'm careful around it." She's made for consuming hot food.

Heat Wave

[houmaprotector]

There are some times, not many but some, that Alec has no regrets about what he's become. This - whatever this spice is - is one of those times which is why he's going around with a big poorly made basket (large fingers do not lend themselves to basket weaving as well as he used to.) filled with sage. Locally grown, safe to chew, provide some mild relief even if it's a bit...awkward roaming around like a green Florence nightingale.

Thinking of Florence made him think of Abigail and he pushed it out of the way by approaching the man he hadn't seen before. He hrrms before he offers him a big handful of plant.

"Sage and mint. Then go get milk. That will help."

[notsoangry]

Bruce started to stare, but then he stopped staring, which meant he looked away to the rest of the room which he wondered if it was even more noticeable than when he was staring. It just seemed very rude. The Hulk hated when people stared at him. They were connected enough to share glimpses like that of each other. This was not expected, but it also was not beyond the realm of understandable, so he slowly nodded in greeting, still sucking in air whenever possible.

"Yes," he whispered, and paused before taking the offered plant. He knew, he knew, not to just swallow what strangers gave you. Bruce didn't know this creature. But it also was rude to ignore something that seemed genuine, and he hovered in uncertainty. "Thank you." A pause. "I'm Bruce."

[houmaprotector]

"Alec." He gestures, "I'm a Doctor. You can trust me."

He frowns, "...A plant doctor. Not a people doctor. Hence. The sage." he frowns, "Or I could tell you a bad joke. What kind of plants do you give to King Tut?"

He pauses, "Crysanthumummies."

Buried deep beneath the moss and lichen and peat that made up his body was a hoard of dad jokes.

un: anarchist hotdog

[oorah]

i'm gonna suggest the weed instead in that case, brother. the booze we have here is pain thinner at best.

UN: Dr. Banner

[notsoangry]

I'm not really supposed to smoke marijuana. The paranoia comes with a bad aftermath most of the time. [MOST of the time. But maybe not anymore?]

[oorah]

i get that. that's why i never did it before i came here.

i'm making wine if that's more your speed.