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.

→ Character want ads are here.

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

[onesyllable]

"Random woman says here drink this," he mutters, making a face as he shifts, raising his eyes to look up at her. "Yeah, that seems like a quick way to go toes up," he groans, winces as he rubs his eyes again to try and clear his vision again. "You're gonna make me..."

He laughs then, a bit on the side of hysterical as he does.

"Listen, Lady," he drawls, probably likely to regret this when it all wears off. "Lot of people have tried to make me do things. Lot of people have ended up meeting their maker. You're the one threatening people and you're worried about me?"

Again that laughter.

[allscreening]

"Fair enough" she allows, and, once the pitcher of spring water is brought over, she downs a good half glass's worth herself.

"The tea's going to take longer, and isn't as easy to drink. You're not going let an invalid show you up, are you?"

[onesyllable]

Shifting, Faraday sits up a bit more with his back to the wall and his legs bent to provided that distance between them he feels he needs. Watching her warily, a lot of years of having someone looking for him leaving him with a sharp eye and a lot of paranoia to have playing through his veins in that moment.

"That what you're claimin'? I mean, not seen anything that before. Thought maybe you were some kind of monster of machines and man," he says, and in the place he is mentally, he might truly believe that. "What is it?"

[allscreening]

She moves the chair a few more feet away, engages the breaks, and uses her arms to transfer herself into one of the Inn's wooden chairs. At no point does any part of her lower body move on its own- in fact, she has use her hands to position her legs in place once she's seated.

"It's a chair. On wheels. I'm paralyzed from the waist down," she explains, a little more bluntly than she would a child, but without the bite the words would have to someone of her own time. Mostly without the bite, anyway.

She gives him a few moments to see that she is not, in fact, attached to the chair like some sort of cybernetic wheeled centaur, and transfers back into it, taking a few moments to get her feet in the right place on the footplate.

[onesyllable]

It's not that he hasn't known a man or two that didn't have full use of their legs for one reason or another though mostly because of the war. Men left without limbs, and without being much use to their friends and family, sitting all day in wicker chairs by the window.

Watching her, still frowning though he is more considering now than accusatory.

"I'd ask if you fell from a horse or something, but I'm guessing with that thing you're like some others around here." Or most others. Most. Which led to a bit of an uncomfortable anxiety he's not used to even before this.