sixthiteration | 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.

→ 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

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!

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.

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.

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.

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Connor watched carefully, moving outwards from the tree a few feet every now and again when Altair left his line of sight. To his well-trained eye, there were plenty of options which could all easily be reached - a series of branches to the right which could be swung upon to reach the next tree. A stubby little branch of the tree to the left which could be caught and used to pull one's self upwards.

But to someone who was used to rough stone and wooden beams, they would all likely look less than trustworthy. Altair was hardly the first person who he had aided in teaching to climb trees. Although he didn't complain about it as much as Kanen'tó:kon had.

"Is there a problem?" There was a hint of cockiness contained within his voice as he spoke, letting his voice be carried upwards.

He heard the confidence and couldn't blame the young man for its presence. After all, to him, this was second nature. To Altaïr, trees this tall were a rarity. "A living thing holds my weight," he answered, "and I can feel it bend beneath me." He wasn't holding to the trunk. The branch still held him, and his balance on it - even as high as he was, was impeccable. But--

"I can see no path from here. Will you lend me your experience, Akhi?" Without a trace of shame or embarrassment, Altaïr asked for that much assistance, even crouching to look to his fellow Assassin who was watching him from the ground.

Where Connor had been confident bordering on cocky just moments before, those fell away completely as Altair asked for his help and instruction. There was no reason to make an attempt at shame or embarrassment. They were both assassins - and while his wild bravado and pride would often lead him to think he was untouchable, he was not afraid to admit that Altair was better. This was something he could teach him in return.

"You must use the over-hanging branches to swing across." Pointing towards the thick, roping branches as he spoke, ensuring that Altair could follow easily. "They lead near enough to the next tree."

At Connor's words and his indication, he looked up, and now-- "Ah. So I see. These are the patterns my eyes need to learn." And then, after a low sound that might have been a chuckle, he shook his head. "This land is so different from any I've known..."

But then he was moving again, jumping to the first, swinging to the next, and the next. As he moved, he gained a better understanding of what he could do when, how far each swing could take him, and how much momentum he could trust. At one point, he swung too near the end of a branch and it began to droop under his weight, but he was able to move nearer the trunk before the branch gave way--

"And something I will still need to practice, I see," he said after finding that thicker branch on the next tree and gaining his footing there.

"It will come with time." It was a skill that he had learned young and therefore had many years to hone. Seeing patterns in the trees which might hold one's weight was very different than seeking them out in stone.

"It is very different to climbing stone or walls. When I first traveled to the city, it took me a while before I was able to climb things with ease."

Test Drive 21 (October & November)

Get off my lawn

/walks on grass

/shakes stick at

/bites stick

Oh my god now bad novice