sixthiteration | Test Drive 21 (October & November)

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Prompts

STAYING POWER - Go down to the bunker, they said. You can get yourself amazing powers from the vending machine, they said. Well, you've done that, and you've made your choice, but one thing nobody told you was that unless it's a power you're familiar with, you might be on a teensy bit of a learning curve when it comes to keeping it under control. You have a week to figure it out without killing anyone; have fun!

FORGIVE AND... - You poor thing, you've gotten into some dust moths. Not that you can remember that, because depending on how big that swarm was and how quickly you got out of it, you might not remember much at all. Better hope somebody's got some Forget Me Nots on hand.

HIT & RUN - Life in the village can be pretty sleepy... until suddenly, it's not. Were you being a troublemaker? Were you disturbing the local wildlife? Because it's now disturbing you, chasing you down the street in front of everyone. Maybe it's a herd of chupapaca or a swarm of fireflies. Or maybe you went old school and it's just a really pissed off badger. Godspeed and good luck.

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.

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"Joshua," he says again, but this time it's sing-song and teasing, his eyes glinting with mischief because he just wants to say it, see what kind of reaction he can get out of him. Of course, then he turns sour and Vasquez rolls his eyes. Even if he weren't sleeping with Bobo (and he is), what Faraday is forgetting is that people can have different feelings.

"I'm not getting into a boat," he says, feeling seasick just to mention it. "And yeah, he has a name. Bobo," he keeps going, casual as you like, like Vasquez hasn't just revealed to Faraday that he likes men the same as he likes Marias, that he could like one specific man just as much, too.

Hawke watched him move, and she was impressed. She knew the way soldiers moved, rogues moved, mages moved, assassins moved. She was surrounded by all of the above. There was a very knowing gleam in her dark eyes, but she wasn't about to start throwing around any assumptions. He hadn't made himself an enemy yet. She was hopeful he wouldn't. Chasing after him without those powers would be quite frustrating, but you know, beggars couldn't be choosers. It was nice, not having anyone try to kill her this week yet.

"I'm not the strongest climber, I'll admit. It hasn't really come up. I haven't been in this much outdoorsy space in a long while." Outside of the long expanse of the road she had to hide on and get around. There was a time as a child she could remember trees and fields, before things were wrapped up into darkness and death. Vaguely. "Now I can jump and roll like you just did, but with a higher risk of falling on my face." She doesn't have pride to injure, so she's always up for making fun of herself.

"I suppose I could use a lesson. Let's think about what I can trade." Hawke tapped a finger to her chin, because of course there was a trade involved. No one did something for nothing. She did, that is, she did things for nothing all the time, but that's how she ended up in a few dozen messes, so. "I'm an expert archer, I make my own arrows, I could help you with that. I have a feeling you don't need combat training." The way he carried himself? No way. "Lock picking? If you ever need to steal ... borrow something." She made quotation marks around the borrow with a grin.

"Do I look like the kind of person who's ever herded cows?"

On the bright side, the groffle does seem to respond to Eddie's motions and stops trying to push his way through the door. On the less bright side, his response doesn't seem to be any sort of herding reaction, just...mild confusion. Maybe a hint of suspicion. It's hard to tell, but this thing does not look impressed at all with Eddie's mad flailing. Neither does Natasha, for that matter.

It bodes ill for our defenses. A lack of cohesion can be fatal.

"They're benign enough. Sweet tempered, I shouldn't expect them to be much good as a hunting hound." She'd thought, perhaps, about training one up for it but this? Proves it would be a futile task.

"What else do you do from a vantage point?" She hefts her spear, eyeing the swarm as it rounds about. "Thin the herd."

Staying Power

Luke explores the bunker not because he has anything to offer, not because he could investigate the terminals nor because he's signed up for stasis pod duty, but because frankly... By this point he's running out of shit to explore. This place is small, he's got an itch in his veins deep down that will probably never go away, and he's filled with the restless energy of an addict trying to stay occupied.

Not that there's much here he could use to relapse, the town's not exactly full up on shit besides weed, but when the creeping thought about how easy it would be to break into the medical clinic and root around starts to intrusively surface he knows he's got to keep himself busy. He'd like to think he'd never act on shit like that again, but he thought that every other failed attempt at recovery. Thought that every time a family member let him stay with them. Thought that every time his sister's purse got left laying where he could find it.

So he walks to the bunker, he searches around, and he flicks through the vending machine like someone might do if they couldn't decide on a fucking sandwich. He means to choose rapid, regenerative healing. His thought is, well, if addiction's a disease that's cured only by time, maybe, you know, speeding it up might... fix him. At nearly a hundred days sober, though, he's got to admit that most of his problem is psychological and there's very little healing left for his body to do — save maybe any damage to his lungs, liver, and kidneys.

He means to choose that, but the screen fizzles, crackles, glitches out, switches to the wrong option the second he taps his wrist device to it. He doesn't even see what it is he picked before it resets to black and he's left standing there startled, freaking out, wondering what the shit is about to hit him.

A minute ticks by and, dumbly, he tries to... feel himself out. Points at a pile of blankets huddled off to one corner of the hallway and concentrates the magnitude of his mind to- So no, he's not telekinetic. Thank god nobody was around to see that.

Frustrated, skeeved out, he heads back toward the village with his new unspecified power completely silent. The trek back is long, and he learns (unfortunately) he does not have enhanced speed, he cannot teleport, the plants don't talk, the animals don't get all Disney at him, truly nothing remarkable happens on the entire journey.

What a fucking cop out.

He shrugs, "Look it's either that or kill the thing-"

Yes! Kill it! We can live off it for days! Share it with the humans!

He drops himself to the floor and clenches at his gut. Venom can't come out. He wants to, that's what this is but this place - only at night. His stomach curls.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it..." His throat works and he tries to roll away. Here's hoping she flees, "stop it stop it stop it!"

I'm a writer by trade. So I mean. I've read about it...

Her correction from steal to borrow brought him first to smirk and then to chuckle. He held up a hand and corrected her correction: "Steal.

"I am versed in picking locks, but the tool I use didn't arrive with me. I am also more practiced in throwing knives than archery. It wouldn't do me ill to learn more. Perhaps we can trade instruction." And perhaps, a part of him thought, this was what he had been sent to do. Learn how to be a mentor by starting with these people. To make certain they would fight, in their own way, when their versions of the Templar Order began to encroach.

The more he thought about it, the more he liked it, and nodded to himself in decision. "More should know how to defend themselves this way."

It's mid afternoon and Eddie has to stay out of the village because at any moment, the moment the sun sets at least - he'll shift and sleep and Venom will be allowed out to feed.

So he's pacing back and forth, glancing into the woods, trying to make a clean break before the figure appears on his journey.

Damn it

He shifts his shoulders. It's the new guy.

"Hey."

Hawke's just minding her own business at the time, but this isn't at all the first time someone's grabbed her in the middle of something ridiculous. And dragged her right in. Sometimes those things ended up wonderful though, and bizarre, and occasionally (often) bloody, so she was up for a lot of it. After all, it only happened when she agreed to it. She saw Loki coming out of the corner of her eye, and it was already suspicious, yeah, because that kind of running only came from something bad.

Her eyebrows went up and she saw the creepy as all creatures apparently following him. Andraste's tits, what were they? Terrifying to an extent, even if she'd gone up against dragons. So she let him grab her hand and ran along. Trouble was back on her doorstep. Typical. She was fast though, especially when running away from things. "What are they?" she managed to say to him through her deep running breathing.

"Would you believe I don't know?" Loki grumbles. He throws a glance back over his shoulder, brow furrowing a moment, before he shakes his head. (Some of the dust clinging to his hair comes off at that.) "I saw someone run right through them though, and it left them in a daze. That sort of thing is dangerous around here, you know."

It's a start! :D Best way 2 get big calories here I think. Fishing 2 maybe.

...You open to educating me? I'm not kidding when I say I was born and raised a city kid.

The reason many come to hunt deer from trees is because they have no natural enemy from above. When a deer hears a sound from above, they don't panic, they don't turn tail and with a flash of white, run. It's a trait that humans themselves carry with them from their earliest days when buildings didn't loom overhead and while natural predators lived in trees, mankind quickly learned to kill them for their pelts, and teeth, and claws. Many didn't fear what lurked above, leaving those that raced the rooftops to a relative peace unseen by prying eyes. It's a benefit that Jacob himself has often taken advantage of.

Which is why the moment he feels hands grabbing him from the shadows and pulling him away from those exact same prying eyes he often hid from, he finds himself cursing everything from the Observers of this place, the fish in the damn river, and his assailant as well.

The words are understood though no more appreciated than the hand over his mouth. He may have adapted his clothing to what he could scrounge in this place, denim jeans and an oversized leather jacket someone had left behind that he'd adapted with a torn hoodie to provide him coverage and a quick disguise, but he is still the man he's always been. Which is why, even as he drops his shoulder to drive an elbow sharply into his assailant's torso, he opens his mouth and licks their palm, hoping they'll jerk away in disgust.

He starts to feel it the second another sentient life form is in proximity; starts to feel... something, an emotion that doesn't come from him but that he recognizes. It's like a sphere of feeling wafting toward him, and suddenly it's no mystery what that machine gave him. Empathy, other peoples' emotions, and this guy's feeling...

Frustrated.

Luke inhales, exhales, lips part as he tries to wade through the onslaught of sensation. God, he's gonna seem fucking crazy in two seconds. Good thing he's used to schooling down the agitation of withdrawal, good thing he's used to playing off how high he is. He manages a strangled-sounding, "Hey- hi."

The man was prepared.

Though he didn't know why his mind simply filed that fact away, what he did know was how to move. The elbow struck, and the tongue to his hand was...

Confusing.

But he answered it by grabbing for his quarry's forearm with intent to spin him around, strike his knees from under him, and pin him with his arm turned back. He knew how to do it without thinking once, let alone twice, which brought up question after question that he still couldn't answer. It was all he could do to answer this sudden and undeniable demand for him to defend himself from attack - from someone he'd attacked in all but pain.

Altaïr cursed under his breath, the words coming out in an Arabic growl.

Snack. Look at that. He wandered right to us. Delicious. Eyes. Nose. It is a pity we cannot snap his neck here and now yet.

Amid the anxious tug of Venom's insistence to run to the woods, to shift and hunt (The fuck are we some kind of werewolf?) he swallows, voice tight.

"...Hey."

He pauses, looks him up and down, "...You come out here to get away from the village too? Kinda creepy levels of peaceful right?"

Most wouldn't call me a good teacher, but sure, I can try.

Staying Power

Mystical machine that grants abilities and Jacob Frye. It's a match made in heaven! Perhaps he should be more concerned with how and why they would give them this, but after watching others toying with the machine over the course of several weeks - and all of them seeming to survive - he can't help but help himself.

So first he has to try telekinesis. Smart enough - or wary being closer to true - he only tries one at a time, no matter how excited he is to play with them. The problem is, he finds himself tending to use it to try and sneak things off of other people, or away from them when they're settled in at the inn, or around their properties.

Unlike his standard skills, he is new to this one and he isn't nearly as sly with the movements as he might be if he'd just walked up to people. That doesn't stop him from trying. Practice makes perfect, after all.

Even if it leads to him ending up in a fight. He's prepared, even if he feels entirely naked and vulnerable as lacking in weapons as he is.

Wildcard

The lack of extensive buildings and rooftops is a bit off putting but Jacob is learning to make the best of it. Mostly in learning which houses are empty, and those that seem to use their second floors the least so that they don't always hear him above. His step is light, but a few have been sensitive to such sounds.

It doesn't stop him from lurking atop the roofs he can, watching the others in the village and seeing just who is coming and going, and what they're doing. At the very least he can keep track of the people, trying and learn a truth about this place, if not the people.

To many he may seem a gargoyle, hunched down in a patched leather jacket with the hood of a hoodie attacked to the collar and pulled to cast shadows on his face. If spotted he might scurry away. Or perhaps he drops down before the person, offering a bright smile as he straightens and looking entirely innocent. That is if the owner of the house doesn't do something to try and knock him from his perch.

I'd appreciate it. I mean - what would you want in exchange?

For now, how about you just owe me one?

One minute the guy is jumping around and waving his arms, the next he's on the ground curled up and looking like he's going to start convulsing any moment. She should leave. He's clearly not okay. And yet, here she is. Maybe she's been an Avenger too long. Never mind the fact that the Avengers are now a thing of the past, but he looks like he's in pain, and she's too used to not running away these days. At least she moves closer to the door as her hand casually drops towards the knife at her hip, closer to the animal that's now stopped trying to get in and is now backing away warily, much in the way Natasha is.

"What's wrong?"

No. No. We're not going to eat the cow-thing

We can eat her. Wait until night. Spring our teeth. Eat her raw. Eat them all raw. Eddie...This place is strange...it's frightening. It's far too...too green

"No!"

I will kick you out of here. I swear to god I don't care how much it hurts I will lock myself in a room somewhere and have them chase you out-

Can't! Eddie can't leave us! All we have is Eddie! Where would we go?! This isn't home!

The feeling of isolation is so overwhelming he weeps, squeezing tears out over his cheeks.

when his eyes open they're bright white and they swim with black veins.

I'm not going to leave you. All right? I'm not. I just.

"...We-"

He tries to climb to his feet and fails. His eyes have gone normal.

"...We need...We need to be locked up. Now."

Eddie! No! We're a secret! Eddie I can't protect you if people know about me!

"Right now."

Sounds good to me. You uh-you have a pole?

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