Test Drive 21 (October & November)

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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

1. 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!


2. 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.


3. 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.


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.

- 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.

Comments

[quinientos]

Vasquez raises a brow, because he'd noticed that Goodnight and Billy had been too close, but he hadn't expected that to be something that Faraday had seen too. How is it that Faraday could see that, but not the way that Vasquez kept flirting with him? That's what he wants to know.

"I didn't walk anywhere," he says, annoyed. "I stayed for the whole battle, I fought it, and then I rode off before I got here. Pendejo," he mutters under his breath, like he needs to get that frustration out. "Here," he says, handing him a cigarette. "Smoke that, maybe it will make you nicer."

[relentlessness]

It's cruel but Jacob laughs at that, nodding eagerly. "Know the feeling. Keep imagining they're coming at me with leeches and blood letting, and I think my blood's just fine where it's at." Which is why it's going to take a lot to get him into a hospital of any sort. Like being unconscious.

"So that leaves us with keeping you from hurting yourself and others until you figure it out," he says, though he looks slightly uncertain about that. But leaving him to his own devices doesn't seem helpful to anyone involved.

Though that gesture makes him frown, head canting. "Before the trees, you don't remember anything?"

Even as he asks he moves his hand, lifting it to draw his hood up and over his face. Mirroring the way the other man moved. "Remember anything?"

And even as he asks, he feints for him. No weapon in his hand, but acting as if he is about to stab him in the gut.

[eaglesonofnone]

At the feint, instinct took over once more. He grabbed the arm, yanking it aside, turning, and making a quick, sharp motion with his left hand. Not a punch. It didn't connect like a punch. It was to the side of Jacob's neck, fingers curled as if to hit, but stopping to touch and--

And he was missing a finger.

In the span of less than a heartbeat, more than one realisation struck. One was that his acquaintance had done it to try to spark memories. And another was that it seemed they had more in common than he'd thought, because...

He let go, not even breathing hard. As if this was something that happened every day. And voice feeling distant, even to him, he said, "I remember hoods. Many-- Many, white hoods and thick leather armour..." He motioned around his own waist. But as quickly as detail came, it was gone. Or-- not gone, but... just out of reach.

[imareporter]

any particular reason why you're so curious? Normal food like anyone else. I just like chocolate a lot.

[oorah]

not much chocolate around here unless you get lucky. sometimes "gifts" show up from our invisible friends.

[imareporter]

[Fuck. How the fuck-

Eddie. We're Hungry. What will we eat. Where is the store.]

Okay invisible friends are?

[oorah]

the observers. they built this place, allegedly.

[imareporter]

[

There are several minutes without a text because Eddie's brain has become-

FINDTHEMKILLTHEMFINDTHEMKILLTHEMFINDTHEMKILLTHEMFINDTHEMKILLTHEMALLFINDTHEMKILLTHEMALLFINDTHEMNOCAGESNOCAGESNOEATRIPOUTTHEIREYESDEVOURKILLKILLEATTHEIRBRAINS-

And when he regains his control]

So why haven't we killed those fuckers yet?

[oorah]

no one knows who they are or how to get to them.

[onesyllable]

Because he doesn't expect the one man he's ever wanted to like him to notice him. He just never thought it was something that happened to him. Course it happens with an Oriental and someone like Goodnight. Not him. Definitely not some masculine Mexican like Vasquez.

He tenses then though, because for as far as he knows he was not there. He ran. Even though he knows there's something not right about it all, but what he knows and has not experienced, it makes him suspicious of what he did. Or didn't do. And more than that, hateful that he's being taunted for it... even if he knows he's not. He doesn't think so, anyway. Not after that look from Vasquez before.

He takes the cigarette, but he doesn't light it. He doesn't ask for a match. Just walking, not able to find words that usually come so easy to him.

"I need clothes."

It's all he says, hating these night clothes even more now.

[imareporter]

Bullshit. Always a way to get to people.

[This is not okay.

Eddie. We're hungry.]

I get antsy easy

[oorah]

i'm picking that up.

[unraisehell]

Definitely the latter. Things are pretty Abrahamic in Purgatory.

[godofbadideas]

Yeesh. Well if it helps IME there's not much difference?

pretty sure your threads here can count!

[championofsnark]

Hawke studies him as he talks. It must be interesting, to have that kind of certainty. She's the opposite, uncertain at every turn, making it all up as she goes along. The big picture was never her strong suit, which is probably why she never saw the disasters of her life coming. "I've always leaned toward the world is chaos without any logic or reason, but yours does sound better and less nihilistic."

She crosses her arms and shrugs shoulders. "I'm sure you could teach plenty. It wouldn't need to be balanced as long as there's some effort involved, yeah?" Who knows what balanced looks like, really. She certainly doesn't. "I've been offering hunting lessons. Seems like the thing to do. Though I haven't figured out all the options around here worth eating." They had to eat though, and Hawke didn't mind providing it.

[quinientos]

Digging into his things once he has the cigarette, he goes for the linen shirt next. He's had two of them, now, so he supposes that he can lend one out to Faraday. He gives over the one that has the embroidery all the way down the sides of it, making it a little like a vest.

Also, it's less giving and more throwing. "I'm not giving you pants, you'll stretch those too much," he says dismissively. "Your shoulders will still make that pull, but I don't mind a shirt too big," he says, before digging out the next most important thing, grinning as he unearths the whiskey.

"See, I knew I had this. Let's have some fun."

I've got this one linked, and the NSFW one. Got some people looking over it before I submit. >.>

[eaglesonofnone]

The way she spoke at first - having looked into the Apple, having heard the plans of the Templars - put the thought into his mind, and he spoke it without a moment's thought: "You would fit well with my Order."

But then he knew he'd need to explain.

"We've only begun the fight, but we are determined to keep humanity free. There are those who would control our thoughts and our actions by force. Now that we know of them, it's become our task to defend against them - to keep a degree of chaos instead of rigid order. Some structure is good."

Altaïr motioned to the town beyond. "Even here, there is order in providing for others, in keeping the community strong until the full purpose can be found. Order in teaching one another skills so we all may survive. But we teach, we learn, and we act of our will instead of being forced."

Staying Power

[relentlessness]

Close to the Inn there is at least a gathering of rooftops for Jacob to utilize. Not that he's adverse to being ground level with the rest of people but there's something to be gained from a perch and a bird's eye view.

That something this night, as he's been leaping and moving from one rooftop to another, is the startling sound of something unholy screaming, and then something dark and utterly wrong coming up along the roof of the house by him.

"What the..."

He moves quickly, climbing up to the top of the nearest chimney and balancing carefully to perch on that slim line and try and get a better look of whatever the hell that is.

[imareporter]

Can you blame me? I mean-

I'm a journalist. Like. I've been embedded but this is way outta my paygrade.

Hard not to be nervous. You know?

Re: Staying Power

[imareporter]

It's big, whatever it is. A large black shadow with massive teeth that glint the moment Venom turns his head into the
Yes. That's a human scent. Isn't it?

Something rumbles into the night as the thing turns it's attention to the rooftop where the human - Yesitsahumanyesyes

is resting.

Sliding into the darkness the creature snarls before it climbs out into the night. Seemingly silent.

In reality sliding up the side of the house.

[oorah]

[ oh for fuck's sake. he has so many regrets. ]

no. i don't blame you.

but being nervous isn't going to help you. [ he should know. ]

[imareporter]

The only other alternative is to get really fucking pissed off and that's never good for anyone.

[oorah]

[ actually- ] pissed beats scared every time.

[relentlessness]

Jacob doesn't react when the other man reacts exactly as he thought he might, letting that hand that should be holding a blade come close to his throat without so much as blinking. It's a chance, and a huge one, but he is self confident enough to believe that if he had been hiding a knife, Jacob will be quick enough to avoid it.

"Right. Okay then. Good to know you, Nameless One," he teases, though the expression in his eyes is much more serious than his words. Not after the way he moves, and the missing ring finger. Well. Definitely not what Frye is expecting. He's heard stories of this place and how it plays with time, but now he truly has to wonder what is going on here.

"I'm Jacob and I guess I'm going to watch over you until you figure out who you are. Not going to leave you to kill some people without thinking about it."

Which isn't entirely joking then, worrying about what might happen if he does get armed before he remembers.

He looks over what he's wearing, considering. "You can't have been here long. Come on. Let's get to the store room and see what we can work out for you. Something with a hood," he says, touching his makeshift one once more. "Drove me nuts not having it, I admit."

[imareporter]

And you're telling me I should get mad.

I can manage that.