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

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.

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Comments

Ty Rhodes | The Division OC

[succored]

[Heat Wave]
Foraging around in the inn kitchen had turned out to be a rather reliable way to get a meal. While being stuck in this village had numerous drawbacks, the fact that most people seemed so community oriented and generous more than made up for it. After being up since before dawn to go running which bled into various odd jobs, Ty was starving.

While he wasn’t as hopeless as he had been about cooking as he once had been, he definitely preferred eating to cooking. It looked like a large pot of stew had been left over from the daily lunch, cooling slightly on the inn’s stove, but the fragrant smell of spices drew Ty in easily.

He ladeled himself a bowlful, mouth watering, and eagerly he ate a few spoonfuls before the heat hit him like a sledgehammer to the mouth. Normally, he was fine with spicy food, had even enjoyed doing a few spicy challenges in his day, but this sort of heat seemed to coat his whole mouth. Distantly, he was aware that his mouth wasn’t actually on fire no matter what his brain was trying to convince him, but it didn’t stop him from setting the bowl down immediately and tearing through everything looking for sugar or milk.

Coming up empty handed, face red and dripping with sweat, he remembered that the fountain he had come up through wasn’t too far from the inn. Sprinting, he headed straight for the fountain, dunking his head in immediately.

After a few seconds, he came up for air, gasping and sputtering as he wiped water out of his eyes.

“How did that not help?!”



[Powers Roulette]
“Oh shi-” Ty ducked as another spoon came hurtling toward him, only to stop inches from his face, give a playful little shake, and go hurtling off back into the house. It had started this morning, with anything metal in the house groaning and shuddering when he got too close. Ty had just assumed it was the house settling or the precursor to some new weird event happening, but whatever it was, had only gotten stronger as the day went on.

The radiator in the house had started rattling dangerously whenever he got close, and the kitchen utensils had started skittering across the table towards him when he had sat down for breakfast. Once they started rocketing towards him, it didn’t take long to realize he was the source of this strangeness, and he had been trying to control whatever was going on to the best of his abilities. It was definitely imperfect however, and he couldn’t help but stiffen when he heard one of the kitchen drawers clatter to the floor with the force of the metal utensils bashing against it to escape and presumably zoom over to his orbit.

He had thought getting out of the house and shutting the door behind him would be enough distance to put between him, but the ominous sounds of multiple knives and forks embedding themselves into the wall told him otherwise. A few enterprising utensils even burst through some of the window panes, Ty catching someone else moving out of the corner of his eye.

“Watch out!”



[Text - UN: Ty Rhodes]
What would you say is the weirdest or most useless talent you have?




[WildCard!]
Choose your own adventure or hit me up at bubblepulp to plot.

un: Dumb Bitch Energy

[3ofswords]

the tea leaves thing got even more useless here

my god

[succored]

Be honest with me: just how accurate were those tea leaves anyway?

live it, love it, embrace it

[3ofswords]

it was never about accuracy, it's about self reflection

most psychics are therapists for people who don't want therapy

i can only do one of those

[succored]

Makes sense.

So if you read mine right now, what would they say?

so, live it?

[3ofswords]

well, there's no money here to promise you an upcoming fortune, and success is kind of a mixed bag, so

probably some platitudes about ~romance now that the rat race is over

aka anyone's careers, including mine as a psychic

Powers Roulette

[connatural]

Deep down Ashley figures there has to be some kind of method to the madness of this place. Why things happen. Why they happen when they do. Why they happen to who they do. Not that she's found a damn clue yet as to what that method is, or any reason to much of it. It leads to days of wandering the village, mapping her forays out beyond that and tracking what she can of the creatures here. Holding hope that one day her mom is going to show up as well, she knows if she doesn't keep records she will never hear the end of it.

There is also the need to arm herself, hating this feeling of being practically naked in jeans and a tee shirt without any armor or the myriad of weapons she's used to having on her.

Coming back from the blacksmith building where she has put in an order that eventually she might get, a meal seems pretty much the right idea. Or a very bad one.

Hearing the cry of warning, she spins around, hands up in defense. Seeing something flying at her, Ashley drops down quickly, an easy move as she reaches for her back pocket before realizing there is no attacker to take on.

That comes just as she realizes there is nothing in her back pocket as the handmade metal knuckles pull free of her back pocket and go flying.

"What the hell?! Give that back!"

[succored]

Ty's heart was in his throat for a split second as the kitchen utensils came zooming toward her, already imaging the injuries the woman could get. Some of them were level with her throat, aimed near her eyes, could break her nose-

But she slid easily from a defensive stance to ducking down, with the fluidity of practice and someone who was well trained. Ty only had a moment to be impressed before the utensils zoomed over her and towards him, picking up something from the woman. It looked like something far heavier and dangerous looking than even the kitchen shears, and Ty's eyes widened slightly as he recognized them. Were those brass knuckles?!

Using hand and arm motions not unlike an air traffic controller, Ty tried to get the utensils to go back towards the house, his efforts mostly in vain.

"I'm not trying to take anything!" He retorted, a bit harassed sounding. While he may be many things, a thief had never been one of them. "I'll try to get this to slow down so you can grab it."

[connatural]

Despite her frustration at losing her weapon for the time being, it's not the knuckles that she's going fr as she pushes to her feet, rushing towards him. It's at least one thing about this place. Always plenty of things for her to keep herself busy with.

Glancing around, trying to find something wood and sturdy. Finding only a bucket and muttering under her breath as she picks it up. Anything for the time being until she has a chance to think of something better.

"Okay one, you need to get yourself shielded behind something," she snaps, glancing back and ducking as something goes sailing over her head. "And then you're going to have to try and get focus to stop this. Were you this dangerous at home?"

Knowing that most were without their gifts here, and thankful for it because of some who could be even more dangerous than they already are, but has yet to see a gift be given like this to someone without the skills or knowledge to use it.

"How did you not die?"

[succored]

If she had been a civilian or someone who didn't seem like they could handle themselves, Ty would have asked her to get out of range until whatever was happening had died down or he could control it better. But dealing with it by himself was proving to be difficult, so he was glad to have some highly effective help. Even if she seemed highly annoyed about the whole thing.

"Working on it." Ty glanced around the empty houses around them, before heading towards a small stool that was left lying by a nearby house. It wasn't great, but it would do for now, and like some medieval knight with a laughably small shield, he started using it to fend himself from the utensils. "This is the first time this has ever happened to me. I mean, I've been told I've had a magnetic personality but this-"

He knocked away a few more utensils, circling around them warily like they were a flock of very sharp metallic birds.

"It wasn't this bad this morning! Does this go away soon or something?"

[connatural]

Highly annoyed is often basic functioning mode for Ashley, but that doesn't mean she's not going to do her best to get everyone out of this. Hopefully without a few extra holes than they started the day with.

Swinging the bucket, something thunking into the side of it, sticking with a vibration that went through her arms. Damn, she is going to feel that through her shoulder for a while.

She manages a dry laugh at that, but glances his way a minute, considering. She's heard of things, but never seen it happen personally. Not that she's been there all that long.

"Yeah, I think it will. I've heard of others coping with it, picking up this or that from the things others in this place have," she says, only sparing him glances as she watches the surrounding area. "You should get further away from the buildings. Out towards the woods, away from the village and you should get out of range of anything metal,' she points out, giving a jerk of her head.

"You a good runner?"

un: Phryne Fisher

[fishingfortrouble]

Well, that depends. Are you asking me, or looking for what other people might say?

[succored]

You, but now you also have me curious what other people would say. You have a lot of talents I'm guessing?

[fishingfortrouble]

I do strive to. I find it makes things easier, generally speaking.

As for other people... I can think of more than one person who might say I have an unfortunate knack for stumbling across, let us say, the recently deceased. Often due to foul play.

[succored]

Oh, I agree. You never know when something might come in handy.

[Also this sounds like one hell of a talent. Or like a shocking power to find out you had.]

It sounds like a good sixth sense to have if you're part of law enforcement. But stumbling across the dead doesn't bother you?

[fishingfortrouble]

Of course it bothers me. But I can't make them any less dead, either. The best I can do is make sure that justice is done.

Heat Wave

[250mhzwabl]

Man bolting for the fountain, dunking his head in - Jack had just been dozing in the park close by, but he's pushing himself up at the scramble of footsteps and following splash, curious if they've spotted a newcomer.

Within a few seconds that explanation becomes pretty unlikely, but by then he's already on his feet. He frowns to himself and trots over, raising his voice to hopefully overtake the sound of the fountain.

"You all right over there?"

[succored]

Ty glanced over his shoulder at the sound of someone calling out to him, nodding his head mutely for a moment, still wiping water out of his eyes before deciding to try to speak. Even to his own ears, he sounded like his sinuses were trying to clear out with a vengeance.

"Fine, just ate something I shouldn't have." He paused, sniffling slightly, before pressing on. "You wouldn't know where any sugar or milk was, would you?"

Because even after dunking his head in the fountain, he was sorely tempted to do it a few more times just for good measure.

[250mhzwabl]

It doesn't always take one to know one, but heck if having been one doesn't help. Between the snuffly undertone of his voice and the question itself, Jack's wincing sympathetically in response.

"Freaking- who keeps putting red salt in everything?" He shakes his head, gesturing at the inn. "Anything you want to try is probably in the kitchen, but I'm pretty sure that stuff just needs time."

[succored]

"Is that what it was? Usually I'm fine with spicy but-" He paused to wipe his nose on his sleeve, mouth still on fire. It felt like the back of his eyelids might have caught on fire with how his eyes were watering.

"Didn't see anything." Ty said, shoulders slumping a bit miserably. "If I keep dunking my head in the fountain, promise me you won't let anyone stop me until this burning is done."

[250mhzwabl]

"Temporary personal assistant, done," he pronounces, having a seat on the fountain wall alongside him and patting his back companionably. Not that he's terribly imposing, less than six feet of skinny ginger twentysomething, but he's ready to help and he does set himself to the task with the easy deliberation of someone used to making a choice and not flinching from it. "Dunk away - we can chat when you're through, yeah?"

Powers

[fooloftheking]

Coming back from hunting up in the woods, Bobo is strolling back into the village with a string of three rabbits hanging on a rope down his back, something in the bag on his back, and a knife in his hands that he is twirling playfully as he walks.

Of course, the rabbits might be overlooked given the broad shouldered man is wearing an ankle length fur coat over red scrub pants and a tee shirt. Not caring about the blood or much of anything else as he heads for the tree behind the Inn he tends to use for stripping the furs before leaving the carcasses for the Lady that runs the inn.

All of that changing though as the knife goes flying from his fingers.

"What the hell?"

Head snapping up, eyes narrowing to mere slits as he follows the path of the knife.

Anger makes his face dark, a deep flush creeping up from his neck. "Who the hell are you?"

[succored]

Ty had thought he would have been safer closer to the woods where there should be less metal. He glanced behind him to make sure he'd seen the last of the kitchen shears, when he heard the now familiar sound of metal singing through the air. Quickly, he whipped behind a tree so that the knife could embed itself into the trunk.

Exhaling in relief at the close call, he peered out from behind the tree only to see the knife's mountain man of an owner. Holding up a hand in a wave, putting on his best smile, he still made no move to get out from behind the tree.

"You don't have anymore of those on you right?" And to answer the other question so as not to be rude, he added, "Ty Rhodes. Pleased to meet you. And you are?"

Other than looking like he had walked off the cover of some wilderness survival magazine.

[fooloftheking]

Rolling his eyes, frustration adding into the anger as he strolled closer. Staring at the man behind the tree as he wraps his fingers around the knife, giving it a tug. It barely moves. He growls, shaking his head.

"No, just that one that needs to be returned to the stores we all use," he says, shifting to drop the carcasses on the ground. "And two, Bobo Del Re. Also known as the man that had that ability you seem to have stolen," he says, stepping back, gesturing the man to come forward.

"Want to get that knife out of the tree then? I signed it out," he says, which isn't why he cares, but it's the excuse he'll use.

[succored]

Having a hulking, angry mountain man covered in blood come stalking towards him should be enough cause for Ty to turn and get the hell out of here, but it's not like he could really go anywhere. The villages weren't that large, and it seemed people had been stuck here for months, even years. Might as well do his best to make a good impression right now.

... At least until he was accused of stealing something. Ty put his hands up as if to defend himself against that, eyes wide. "I definitely didn't steal this ability. Why would I when I can't even use it?"

He was a bit leary about giving a knife to such a large, irritated man, but maybe as a gesture of good will... Just one problem.

"Not sure how. I can't really control this. Do you have any tips?"