The Sixth Iteration (
sixthiteration) wrote2018-09-28 08:28 pm
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Test Drive 21 (October & November)
Test Drive
→ 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:
→ 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.
→ 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.
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
- 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.
no subject
He was doing much better with the rocks this time; it helped he was keeping them from his head, like she pointed out. They were making a pattern in the air that was only slightly intentional. The Assassin symbol. He used to have symbols burning through his eyes when he slept. It was real great. "Let that be a warning to you. Whether you like it or not, this place might surprise you with people you don't want to see. Or, I guess, people you do."
no subject
Yeah. She could relate, there, couldn't she?
A curious little wrinkle appeared in the bridge of her nose, despite herself. After another moment or two of silence, she piped up again, cocking her head slightly. "So what's that like? I mean, they're family, yeah? You get on?"
A little nosy as questions went, but hey. He'd brought it up. No point in doing that if you didn't feel like chatting about it.
no subject
He doesn't mind the questions. It was his own fault for bringing it up. He was not typically a very open man, but this was pretty harmless. "It's complicated. I know them very, very well, and they don't know anything about me. Family hasn't done many favors for me in the past." His father was a real piece of work, and in a lot of ways, so was his mother. He was a tool to them both. Desmond figured ... eh why the hell not. She was like a bartender except he didn't get any booze. "We had this machine, it let me live through their lives like it was my own. So I don't just know things like hearing stories or reading it in a book. I've seen it all myself."
no subject
No. Better to not. No need to start digging open wounds that had scarred over just fine.
"...huh. Sounds like everyone else dumping their baggage on your doorstep," she finally utters after a moment, relaxing like nothing at all had happened. She did, however, take another stiff swig. "The whole line of them."
No mention of the machine, because after all, weirdness. He probably knew it already.