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

[cryptoherpetology]

Basil-

[Wait, no. That's plant growth, not fur. Alex's face goes through a series of expressions- none of which are terror. In fact, he looks a little relieved. If the plant person knows his name, and is not actively trying to kill him, that makes the plant guy a Good Sign. An obviously not-human person who isn't in the midst of a fight for their life means there are no Covenant operatives on the survivalist compound his family calls a home.

He lowers the hand holding the knife, and speaks very, very calmly.]

I see you know my first name. You'll have to forgive me, as I have no memory of meeting you or how I came to be sprawled out on the forest floor in what I'm quickly coming to realize is not my parents' backyard.

[The absence of fricken calls is intensely disquieting for him, the normally ever-present background noise here is so very different from the Pacific Northwest that he's used to that it's dipping well into a more literal interpretation of "uncanny valley."]

[houmaprotector]

[The calm done, the knife. He got hit by one of those moths. The first thing he'd done upon arriving had been cataloging the plants with the help of his assistants and the other scientists - but it had taken Alex to note the connection between the moths and the plants. At least to him.

He shifts the plants across his chest and arms, an instinctive reflex, before he gestures.]

No. I'm afraid this isn't your compound. Something has happened, and it might be shocking. My name is Alec, we...worked together. Here.

[cryptoherpetology]

[ Alex nods at this idea without too much hesitation. He already works with a woman with snakes hidden under her wig, a plant guy can't be that different. ]

Right. OK. Where is here, and why aren't the frickens chirping?

[houmaprotector]

...I have no idea.

Listen, I need you to come with me now. I promise I'm a friend. [Otherwise he's going to be out here in the woods, and as prepared as he is - he knows, he's seen Alex work -

He doesn't want to leave him out here.]

You're in...the village. Not the prisoner TV show village but a village.

[That's actually a lot like that. Why hadn't he bothered to ask if the place had a name beyond that?]

[cryptoherpetology]

[ He starts following, but he doesn't do so silently. While he's polite about it, his tone is pretty firm, and something not dissimilar to children trying to climb into the alligator encloser. ]

You didn't answer me about my family. Are they safe?

[houmaprotector]

They are.

[He's good at lying. Very good. Beginning to scan for the flowers he nods.]

While they won't be back in the village, they'll come soon.

[cryptoherpetology]

[ That's when his footsteps stop, and the knife is in his hand again. ]

They'd send one person, at most. And where are the mice.

[ The Aeslin mice. The tiny creatures that worship his family as gods- and serve as their living black boxes in the field. A Price never goes anywhere without at least one member of their splinter colony. The fact that none are coming to check on him by now is reason enough to be suspicious.

The Prices have generations of this kind of paranoia on the Bats. ]

[houmaprotector]

[His hands spread wide and he curses his lack of connection to the green. He could grow his body to grab him. That seems like the easiest course.]

You're not going to like the answer.

I'm asking you for your...understanding in this case.

[cryptoherpetology]

[ His face falls. He's failed the mice. He's failed his colony, and his family will never know what happened to him. ] How many of them died?

[houmaprotector]

[The man's look cuts him to the quick. His features remain impassive. He's not good at showing human emotions so much. Still.]

I don't know. It's not death.

Listen. I need to find a flower, help me with that first would you? Forget me knots. If we find them that'll make the situation easier to understand.

[cryptoherpetology]

You have to just be using the name for something that actually has that effect, right? Describe the flower, I'll look.

[ He's only realizing now just how horrifying it is to be missing pieces of his memory. So much of his identity is tied in to his experience and knowledge that hunting for a flower is a hell of a lot easier than the existential crisis he's going to have if he can't find it. ]

[houmaprotector]

Soft blue with 9 petals. A light yellow stamen.

[He gestures.] They'll be lower to the ground in larger patches of green grass. We need several.

[His arms touch the ground and root briefly. Then he pulls himself out and looks to him, concerned.] No one died. You are simply...in a place far from your home.

[cryptoherpetology]

Alright, okay. [ He repeats the description to himself under his breath as he begins to search through the brush, first for the grass patches ]

Australia far, or- [ frown ] further.

[ He has a few of the blossoms in his hand, and spots a few more a few yards away. He walks very, very carefully to fetch them while he listens. ]

[houmaprotector]

...No.

This is a place called the village. It's...not the safest place like Australia.

[He's never liked going there. The few plants that are there have problems. Not accents but attitudes.]

I've never liked the plants in Australia. Come. Your home is that way.

[he points.]

What's the last thing you remember before I appeared?