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.

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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

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.

[killorder]

Working to clean up the mess, Jake keeps stealing glances at the other man, worrying about him. Listening to every cough, making sure he seems to draw a decent breath afterwards.

"Yeah well, the alcohol is like bathtub gin or something," he admits. "So it might just like burn the taste buds off your tongue or something." Which may help, but isn't a go to at this time.

"I don't think it's normal spice. They call it red salt and it's..." He shakes his head, still remembering the pain of it. "I've eaten all over the world, chilies and Cougar's cooking and none of it is like that stuff. I think some leave it in dishes, like way heavy, to get the newbs."

[notsoangry]

"Damn sorry you should not be doing my dishes, I'm the one who messed up." Bruce was back around people for a short amount of time and already showing his lack of awareness of proper etiquette. It was easier, living by himself, focused on survival, and the adjustment to coming back to civilization took longer than he cared to admit. He tried to swallow a few times, no real liquid to speak of in his throat right the, but it was getting easier.

"Thank you, seriously, it's really ... you're very kind, you don't have to." The man seemed very aware of others, very conscientious. He was clearly a do-gooder to his core. Bruce resisted rubbing his eyes, like they needed any help from the sting, and nodded at the man. "Maybe a practical jokester is around, I don't know. I'm, uh, Bruce."

[killorder]

"You dropped a bowl," he corrects, shrugging as he gathers up the pieces and moves to throw them in the bin in the corner. "It happens. Trust me. I break things all the time. Kind of part of who I am. If it isn't part of a computer, I'm probably going to break it."

Electronics were his baby, but around here they were scarce and he is likely to break a lot more without the distraction to keep him busy.

Moving to the sink, he grabbed a mug that looks mostly clean and gets some water for the man. "I know it might make it worse, but not like we have milk. I don't think anyone's tried milking the weird animals yet. Not that I've seen proof of."

He smiles at that. "Naw, I'm just a guy who knows a unit helps one another out, and that's pretty much what we are." Until someone shows him he shouldn't be nice, then all bets are off. "And I'm Jake. Nice to meet you. You're probably right about the prank. Makes you second guess snagging leftovers."

Not that it's going to stop him.