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

[tevinteraltus]

There are something equal parts infuriating and relieving at hearing the somewhat thundering charge he's come to associate with the Iron Bull. Infuriating because the lummox intercepted this rampaging moose-beast as though he were some sort of damsel in distress, which he most is not, and relieved because it means there is suddenly a rather stalwart and large wall between him and a gored death at the hands of this oddly armored monstrosity.

Someone its own size, indeed, he thought as the Bull bodily stepped between them. He didn't care, of course. Admittedly, at least to himself, it was more a comfort than an annoyance to be saved by the Iron Bull. It also did silly little teasings to his stomach, an excited flutter that made his breath catch momentarily. Well, now, that was unacceptable.

He tilted his head back, chin high, and covered his excitement with annoyance. "Appropriate, but you're late. Aren't you supposed to be a bodyguard?"

[ataashihunter]

"The Inquisitor isn't here, Vint" But there is a fondness in the slur that is easy to catch. He steps back and to the side, drawing the beast away from Dorian. "A fireball would come in handy if you have one..." He grumbles as he dances with the beast, barely avoiding its horns while he swings his axe for its head.

The fight is short, thankfully, and soon enough the groffle is on the ground, with Bull standing over it holding his side. The beast managed to get him good before he brought it down and now he is holding his side. "What did you do to this guy?"

[tevinteraltus]

He didn't have a fireball handy, or a barrier, or any other thaumaturgical demonstration that would have been beneficial, and it was that deficit that had wounded the Bull. He didn't know who he was even to blame for the shortcoming, but he's beginning to think he should have listened to Cullen when he'd suggested Dorian learn some form of combat. Needless, he'd thought at the time. Foolish was now the opportune turn of phrase.

A Dorian who feels useless is a rather annoyed Dorian, but one who feels responsible for another's hardship is a different beast altogether. He moves to the Bull's side, batting away his hand. "Crossed too closely, it would seem. I certainly wasn't hunting the beast. Now let me see what it's done to you."

[ataashihunter]

Bull grunts slightly as Dorian comes close and he is about to protest but on the other hand this is Dorian and he is right, the beast did wound him. He lifts the hand slightly and looks down. There is a gash, but not too deep. As long as they get the bleeding stopped and kept clean from infection it shouldn't cause any issue beside another scar.

"I have a hard time imagining you hunting anything but some good wine." He reaches out with his other hand to pull Dorian into a hug. "When did you get here?"

[tevinteraltus]

"I'll have you know I camped, alone, in the Hinterlands for weeks before the Inquisitor found her way to Redcliffe." It had been a painfully cold, miserable time and he'd welcomed the ability to join her and the Inquisition in Skyhold, even to spite all the death glares and spitting at his feet. At least one could light a fire without concern it would draw the attention of Templars or rebel mages.

He wasn't in possession of a healer's kit or anything so useful (another note for later or next time) but he did have a bit of cheese in his pocket wrapped in linen, which he unwrapped now, pressing the cloth to the wound and takes Bull's hand, pressing it over the cloth. "Hold this here. We should return to the village, it will need a good cleaning and proper binding."

Satisfied the lummox wouldn't bleed out for the time being, he steps away enough that craning his head to look up at the man wouldn't cause too much discomfort. "A day ago. I wanted to see what the local environs entailed. I didn't expect the local fauna to take such offense."