Test Drive 21 (October & November)

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→ Holds and applications are always open. Holds are required for all applications.

→ Choose one of the scenarios below or make up your own. Feel free to try multiple scenarios.

→ Write LOGS or TEXT prompts, or both.

→ THERE ARE ONLY THREE RULES FOR THE TDM:

1. It has to take place in the 6I universe.
2. It cannot be the character's arrival into the game.
3. Please only test new characters who do not have a version in the game. Our cast list is here.

→ TDM threads cannot be used to meet AC, but if the character is accepted into the game and both players agree, you may keep the CR.

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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

[ombranera]

How thoughtful and supportive of you, truly you are someone of character. Perhaps you are capable of opening your heart and hearth to an elf in need?

[tevinteraltus]

It isn't my hearth, but its owner is prone to charity, it's true. Alas, we're full up.

[ombranera]

Not even a broom closet to spare? Ser, I assure you, I do not take much room.

[ombranera]

"I have been lucky enough to avoid so gruesome a fate." Though he does shudder at the thought, shifting on the roof to perch more securely, offering a casual, friendly hand to his current companion. Smiling wide and making nice with people that he finds strange is well. Second nature after doing much the same on the road the past ear or so; that this man seems to be if not a demon a very strange elf? Eases the habitual coil in his spine.

"Zevran Arainai, apologies for interrupting your...brood? Surveying of the village? Whatever this quiet moment was for you." Alone on a rooftop? His coin would be on having a brood. Or perhaps a mope, but as blue as his new friend is, he does not seem quite blue.

[tevinteraltus]

Have a care, I'm sure you're more valuable than a broom closet.

[helafine]

A guard rota wouldn't be a terrible idea- or at least have those that keep watch in the bunker trained should anyone hostile arrive.

[ombranera]

Well I've all my fingers and good teeth, skills enough to keep a home tidy, and know enough to take letters should they be dictated to me. I am also a capable cook, Ser, I could earn my keep.

[tevinteraltus]

You aren't on the block. You need not earn a place by the fire. Besides, we're all useful in some respect. We have to be. You see, this is something akin to a remote village in the swamp. Thoroughly cut off, self-reliant, fiendishly cold because our captors revel in a challenge or some such.

(next text)

Head to the inn, it's rather difficult to miss, and I'll meet you there. I'm sure my housemates and I can see something's done about lodging.

un: windmaker

[to_defend]

What exactly goes into a superhero name?

[praypal]

"Ah, well," says Kurt, thoughtfully. For as much as he's explained his faith before, he so rarely has ever had to explain the concept of religion itself to anyone. There were certainly worlds he visited during all that cross-time capering without any formal organized religions, he's sure, but he'd never spent quite so long in any of them as here, at least not with a chance to develop things like downtime and routines.

"Well, I believe in a divine creator," he starts. "And the son he sent to Earth to save mankind from our own sins- misdeeds, acts of evil," he explains, clearly giving his words some careful thought as he goes. "To pray is to speak to God, to ask for His guidance in my life and the choices I make. Back home, people often gather to do this together, to connect with a community of faith and tradition. There are many different ideas about God, or whether He exists or not, and what our creators desire for humanity."

He offers him the prayer book if he's curious, still open to the Prayer of St. Francis- a prayer requesting guidance to live a more selfless life in service to others, to be a figure of comfort and understanding.

[withareputation]

"Just testing something out," Ron says, not apologetic, but not gloating about sneaking up on him. Nor is he interested in causing Sousa any harm, although the apology comes out too levelly to sound entirely sincere. "Sorry."

The crutch catches his attention though, and he gestures to it, curious.

"You get that here?"

This place seems a hell of a lot safer than where he came from, but he'd also learned a long time ago not to let his guard down just because things seemed safe.

[praypal]

"A pleasure, Zevran. I am Kurt Wagner- and I was simply people-watching, as much as one can do in so sparsely populated a place," he says, taking the man's hand in his fuzzy, two-fingered grasp for a moment. It's a soft, velvety fuzz that Kurt will insist feels not just like silk velvet, but softer.

But everyone is of course entitled to their opinion. Their wrong opinion.

[quinientos]

Vasquez stares at Faraday for a very long moment and wonders how much truth he should be saying. In the end, he decides to be as honest as he can be, and shrugs, casual as you like. "Maybe I do," is all he replies, because he likes Faraday too much and he knows that, but that doesn't mean he has to say it out loud.

"Come on, the house is almost here. I'll leave you two to talk while I get some sleep," he insists.

[ombranera]

Yes, Ser, of course Ser.

[ He's painting it on a little thick, but- all in good fun? Or at least it's as solid a means to get a gauge on what manner of man is this. In the scrubs he was given and the coat he has found making himself look small and harmless is easy enough. Adjusting the fall of his hair to conceal his tattoo? Ah, that takes a moment.

But he arrives at the Inn as instructed, hands tucked in his pockets, shoulders hunched in, back to the wall, eyes wide and eartips twitching. ]

[demiurgency]

Well, I guess that depends.

Some heroes choose one based on their powers. Others choose a name that reminds them of what they'd like to be to other people. Literal vs. metaphorical

What sort of hero do you think you'd be?

I entirely can.

[eaglesonofnone]

"The principle will be the same, but no branch grows flatly in a straight line," he said. "Up, down, left, right - that is what will take acclimation. But climbing..."

He'd been looking at the tree for long enough to evaluate the limbs. He could see the one easiest to reach, but it was isolated and had none near it to climb to. Which meant he would ignore that particular offering and chose another.

Altaïr did not hesitate. He ran at the tree, choosing his location, and took a handful of steps up the trunk, leapt sideways, and found his footing on his chosen branch. The unevenness he'd mentioned made him glad he'd worn his soft-soled boots so his feet could curve slightly, finding purchase. "This is simple enough, especially so close to the tree itself."

[demiurgency]

"Breakup?" Now he's even more confused. How can you have a breakup when you haven't even been dating someone? Although it doesn't sound wrong, exactly. It's just he doesn't remember. He should probably be more freaked out about that, shouldn't he? Except this place is really pretty, and he feels...tired. Like he's been freaking out way too much lately. Anxiety can be a more intense workout than any cardio kickboxing program.

But he should remember something, and he thinks he does, looking at Tommy's face, frowning slightly in concentration. "I don't know any Teddy. But I do know you. You're..." Someone close. Close enough to share a face, even if he can't remember the name. "My twin," he finishes, and seems pleased to have remembered that much, looking to Tommy for approval.

[praypal]

Kurt has watched several people use those vending machine powers without any terrible consequences. Giving Zevran pointers on teleportation had made him miss it badly enough to risk sharing a fate with one Dr. Henry McCoy. After all, what could honestly happen if his mutation advanced further? He gets more blue? Fuzzier? More charming? Nein, he will risk this minute possibility in favor of making himself back in to the mutant he's so happy to be. Time to try this out.

It's shortly after this, as he's BAMFing between trees that he hears the cry. Another puff of Brimstone smoke and he's beside Krem and locking an arm around his shoulders.

"I apologize, normally I would ask permission for this first," he says. There's a flash of more brimstone and smoke and possibly an intense wave of dizziness and nausea for Krem and they are suddenly in the middle of the village, near the arrivals fountain.

"If you must throw up, please aim for the bushes and not the water," he advises, politely.

un: fuzzyelf

[praypal]

That's easy. The Dread Pirate Wagner.

[to_defend]

She has to think about that for a moment, reflecting on what had been important. The first things that come to mind are taking action to protect her friends.

I guess in that case, Swift Defender. How does that sound?

Wildcard

[imareporter]

Sometimes Eddie just needs to go. Get out, pace. That's Venom, he knows it's Venom. The two are at an impasse at their individual lack of freedom at this point. Tied together. Truly bonded and it's...

He's always been a go-with-the-flow kinda guy unless you truly had to dig in. Like somebody'd once said "plant yourself like a tree and say "no you move-" (he'd heard that somewhere, school maybe?) but most of the time just practice the Zen art of not giving a fuck.

That had been what motivated joining with venom in the first place post Life Foundation. It's sometimes...fascinating to just let his other take control.

so he's on the edge of his normal walks and his hands splay out while Venom curls inside. That's...

Not a human.

What is that? Venom mumbles and mutters, What is that what is that?

"...It's fine. I'm just walkin' man."

[ssrsousa]

That didn't sound completely sincere, but Daniel would take it. Better than one that sounded fake, like Thompson might have offered.

"No, had it for awhile now. Little souvenir from Belgium. Shoulda just gotten some chocolate."

Not everyone here knew of the war, but he'd explain it if he needed to.

[withareputation]

"Huh." That doesn't necessarily mean anything - plenty of wars or just simple accidents have taken place in Belgium - but of course it makes him think of the Bois Jacques, Foy, Bastogne. "I was in Belgium a couple months ago."

Ron's half expecting it to be a coincidence, but he asks anyway.

"What year?"

[praypal]

The not-a-human smiles cheerfully, waving a tri-digit hand, spaded tail arching up and over his head, almost like a content cat's question-mark-tail posture, in (usually) bipedal form.

"Don't let me interrupt you, then. Sorry if I startled you, I'm aware that not everyone has had a chance to acclimate to my appearance yet," he says, accented voice betraying some slight chagrin, but no trace of shame. "My name is Kurt, by the way. Kurt Wagner."

[imareporter]

"Eddie Brock." There's a tug, a pull in his arm and fingers that might make it look like he's struggling to shake the other man's hand, "Have you met the guy made of plants yet? This isn't normal I'm just-"

Jumpy?

acclimating.

"An asshole. Apparently."