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

[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.

[ombranera]

"...You know that was going to be my third guess?" He squeezes Kurt's hand, immediately entranced by the texture. There was something smooth and velveteen in the way the light hit his blue skin, but feeling it? He turns Kurts hand over, fingertips stroking feather light against his palm before he can stop himself. "How are your hands so soft?"

His own fingers, despite his efforts, hold calluses of his profession. Dagger grips and bowstrings, though the skin around each rough patch is as smooth as he can manage to make it.

[praypal]

"A healthy diet and the occasional deep conditioning treatment. Don't worry, I'm not terribly prone to shedding," he says jovily. Seeing his fellow elfin teleporter is now at ease, his tail reasserts its right to not be so closely tucked to his body, and idly sways, acting as counterbalance to keep his feet more firmly planted on the roof.

Oh, how he misses wall-clinging.

"I was born this way," he adds with a little more context. "I'm what they call a mutant in my world. Humans born a little- or in my case, very- different, often with unique abilities." He is perhaps oversimplifying it, but he's found that succinctness beats overloading people from other realities with too many details at once.

He tries not to think too much about the fact that he's become exceedingly well practiced in talking to people from alternate futures, parallel dimensions and other planes of existence. It's just part and parcel when you sign on for protect the world that hates and fears you duty.

[ombranera]

"How often do you have rocks thrown at you for appearing thus?" Zevran tilts his head to the side, some of the earlier charm not dialed back so much as thinned enough for his serious interest and curiosity to peek through. "How often are you treated as lesser, simply because you do not appear human?"

Elves have a hard enough time of it in thedas. Elven mages? Everyone tends to find something to hate or fear in them.

A Blue elven mage of some skill, furred with unique hands and a tail? He wouldn't survive long before the templars were called or someone attempted to make a blood thrall of him.

[praypal]

"Not as often as I used to. Admittedly these days I am somewhat known publicly as either a hero, or mutant criminal. So most of them know I can teleport anyhow, and don't bother. Just a lot of terrible insults about my appearance, which I simply decide to hear as jealousy," he says with a playful smirk. "I take it differences of any sort in people are about as popular in your world as in mine, to prompt such a question."

[ombranera]

"If you are human or dwarven all is fair and fine and good. If you are Elven?" He huffs, lips twisting in a wry curl. "It is another story entirely. We are...expendable labor? For the most part. If you are lucky you may find a kindly noble to take you in as a House Pet, provided you perform your duties well and do not find them entirely loathsome."

Which can be, perhaps, the difficult part. The roll of his shoulders is as eloquent as it is fluid. Such is life, what can one do but endure? "I fear perhaps you would be seen as a demon rather than the ever so dashing man you truly are- and what a shame that might be."

[praypal]

"That is a mistake that's made often enough," Kurt admits. "An understandable one, given what people are told to expect demons to look like." And that technically, he'd been fathered by one. Sort of.

It, like everything else in his life, was complicated.

"But I'm glad to hear you can at least see the truth of things." Sweet, sweet flattery. It's not the thunderous applause of a crowd under a big-top tent, but it's almost as nice.

[ombranera]

"You look less like those from my home, I can say that much. Usually they have more horns and less inviting, velvety skin." Zev turns Kurt's hand back around, lifting with little confusion as to the finger situation, he had fewer but seemed dexterous enough, though it does bring into question what else may be different on his person but-

Even shameless as Zevran is? There are things one does not ask upon first acquaintance. At least outside of a whorehouse. Maintaining eye contact he offers a sly wink, pressing his lips to the back of Kurt's hand. It is- smooth. Pleasing against his lips and it does make him wonder what it'd be like to kiss the rest of him but- ah, business first. "For which I think we are the poorer. Far more would fall into temptation were they like you, Bello."

[praypal]

Kurt doesn't blush, exactly- and he carries off the nervous laughter more smoothly than, say, a certain Ferelden fellow. He's not embarrassed, so much as simply surprised. And flattered. His gaze may be hard to read, but his body language is an open book once you've studied it for a few minutes. Possibly something he's gone out of his way to do, attempting to counter-act his frightening appearance by making his personality as visible as possible.

"Well, I would hate to be the cause of someone's fall. I'm far too inclined to catch falling people, it would get tiresome after a while."

Ok, so he's not that smooth. But at least he's pretty.