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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→ 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.
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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

Hela | MCU

[helafine]

FORGIVE AND FORGET

Bad enough that she should find her way here, waking in a fountain of all places. Drowning when she'd died burning. For a moment she'd thought, perhaps, that she'd finally earned her place in Valhalla- attempting to slay a fire giant had to count for something. Apparently the Norns had something else in mind- or this is simply a continuation of her poor fortune. A village full of neither warriors nor worthy, scraping past for their soft comforts in their hovels, huddling together in the cold. But to endure waking here, endure the loss of her powers- and now the loss of her memory?

When she can recall who and what she is? She'll be cross. For now she wanders in a vague daze, combing dark, tangled hair out of her face, trying to find her way to anything that is even the slightest bit familiar. New as she is to the village? Nothing is. "Pardon me-"

It pays to be polite. She thinks. She honestly can't recall. "Do you know...me? I feel as though someone should."


HIT & RUN

"Little bastards-" Hunting isn't supposed to be this complicated. You stalk your prey, you attack, you take home the spoils. Centuries before her imprisonment she'd spent hunting alongside Fenris. But this? A herd of minuscule deer that not only dare to dart around the thrust of her spear, but to also swarm like so many locusts and chase her from the woods? Normally she'd stand her ground but-

Discretion is the better part of valor and she is...weak. Mortal. It burns on so many levels, but she flees none the less, spear in hand, sprinting for the first secure position on the high ground she can find. "Make way!"


WILDCARD

Surprise me!


TEXT UN: Hel's General

Do we truly have no army? No warriors of note?

[freightcars]

We have warriors, soldiers.
Just that most of us are retired and the only things to fight here are tiny god damn deer
Why, you planning on invading the squirrels?

[helafine]

Who is to say we are the only settlement on this planet?

[freightcars]

Bout five months of experience and fruitless scouting parties with no signs of intelligent life?

[helafine]

And this island is the only landmass? There's the desolate village, the temple, even parts of the bunker suggest there may be others.

[freightcars]

You wanna build us a viking vessel or a plane to conquer the planet when we haven't even seen a tenth of the island yet?
Knock yourself out, I guess. Everybody's got a hobby.
Let me know if you need some wood for that boat, sweetheart

[helafine]

I want to prepare for the inevitable. There was a wendigo attack once before- how many died? From what I understand of the people here one life is one too many.

un: John Druitt

[borneinblood]

That depends on what you mean by 'warriors.'

UN: Hel's General

[helafine]

Soldiers. Fighters.

[borneinblood]

There are some people of that nature here, yes.

[helafine]

Wandering about on their own, disorganized?

[borneinblood]

Is that a problem?

Hit & Run

[unraisehell]

Wynonna had been in the tree branches for exactly that reason. Deer, even tiny bloodsucking deer, could not climb trees to her knowledge. There were other things here that could, certainly, and she'd cleared her branches of the dangerous ones as she sat in wait. At least for these deer, a full blind wasn't necessary, they couldn't see that far up.

Several crossbow bolts beat Wynonna to the deer as she launches herself from the tree. She skips that 3-point Superhero Landing in favour of rolling into the fall to bleed off the inertia, and trampling a couple deer in the process.

Up close, the crossbow is less accurate and less reliable for targets this small. A hiking boot is much, much more effective. The sounds they make are close enough to the baby deer sounds she's used to from home to almost feel bad about it.

"I really hated Bambi anyway."

[helafine]

It makes enough of a hole in the swarm to give Hela room to breathe, to turn and slash with her spear, thrust and impale a few of the feral, hungry creatures. They'd make for a fine dinner but this only serves to remind her of how dearly she misses Fenris. "Fair shot."

She can respect a skilled archer, and someone that's lept into the fray? All the more so. "I haven't seen deer half so vicious as this before."

Normally they were demure, skittish things.

[unraisehell]

"Yeah, about half the wildlife here seem like the result of God's Dadaist phase," she allows.

"You wanna help me pack these up? They're small but the meat's rich," she's stuffing dead vampire deer into a cloth sack that is only a little bloodstained so far while she says this.

[helafine]

"That was my intent, before they swarmed me." And she'd had to give ground under the surprising ferocity of their charge. It'd rankle if she weren't so horribly *aware* of being...mortal.

Fragile.

It's exhausting on so many levels.

Hit and Run

[onesyllable]

Settled in outside the Inn, kicked back in a chair he's dragged out from inside, Faraday finds himself rather enjoying life in this place. The clothes are a bit odd, though he rather like the jeans he "borrowed" from the store room, and he's without a hat, but so far no one is trying to kill him, and the tobacco that some just put out for free ain't so bad.

It's a pretty good place all in all.

Right until some crazed lady with a spear comes running at him ruining that perfect image of no one trying to kill him.

Leaping to his feet, he grabs the chair, spinning it around to hold it in front of him like a lion tamer's shield.

"Now hold up there. I don't know what you think I did, but I didn't." Because defending himself from whatever it is he quite possibly did is important.

[helafine]

"Flee, you fool-" Inside wouldn't suffice, not from the bloodthirsty creatures nipping at her heels. She has room enough to drive her spear point first into the ground and heave, hefting herself up onto the awning above Faraday. After half a moment's thought she leans down, offering him a hand up. "Stay and be their next meal if you like."

Or.

Take her hand and climb to safety.

[onesyllable]

"Hey, I take offense..." Well he might be a fool but he stops, watching as she vaults onto the roof. Okay, that is fairly impressive. Especially for a girl.

Glancing back, new enough not to be sure why they're fearing them, but also new enough to know his luck is that they drink blood or something.

"Well, shit." He reaches up, taking her hand and planting his boot against the side of the building to use the two to scramble up the building. "What are those things?"

[helafine]

Hauling him up is more difficult than it ought to be- but then so too is much of her newfound, enfeebled existence. "I thought them deer, but these? Eat flesh. They'd made a corpse of a croc-dog when I came upon them."

Not one she'd been hunting with, but a hound none the less. Retribution would be hers...once she' certain it won't get her killed.

[onesyllable]

"A croc... you mean those giant lizard looking things that keep coming up like they're friends? Those are pets?" He thinks of dogs that way, but those...

"People around here are a bit odd about animals." And he's sticking to that theory.

"So, uhmmm... what're we gonna do about them from up here?"

Forgive and Forget

[godofbadideas]

When she speaks, Loki turns, eyes widening ever-so-slightly as he realises there is no recognition in her eyes. (He may not be 'her' Loki, and she may not be 'his' Hela, but they are still Loki and Hela, and that means something, anywhere, anywhen.)

"You-- don't you recognise me?" he asks, allowing a hint of hurt to filter into his voice, immediately playing the first role that pops into his mind. You can take magic from the magic, but a trickster must be deader than dead to be relieved entirely of his tricks.

"Your own son?" He looks away for a moment, the very image of hurt. "Mother, what happened?"

No doubt he will pay for this later, but when has that ever stopped him?

[helafine]

"I- no. Should I?" Her head tilts to the side faintly, hands combing her hair out of her face as though she can scrub away the fog in her mind. "My- what?"

Son? Son. Dark hair, fair skin, lean frame, It could fit? It might fit.

What reason would she have to doubt save a vague sense she wouldn't make for a comforting mother? "I- I don't know. I was in the forest for...some reason. I can't recall."

Hunting? Gathering? There'd been a spear she'd used for a walking stick until she lost interest in holding onto it.

[godofbadideas]

Loki frowns, and solicitously offers his arm.

"You were looking for something, you said. We were supposed to meet for dinner when you returned, remember? I'm... sorry it's not ready, I thought I had a little more time..."

[helafine]

"Boar. I was hunting boar." That felt right. She wouldn't be wandering without cause, and it's not something easily done. So she is a provider, a huntress, and skilled. If she has a son to mind it makes sense- her arm tucks around Loki's as she falls into step easily, eyes flicking around the village.