sixthiteration | Test Drive (December & January)

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→ Choose one of the scenarios below or make up your own. Feel free to try multiple scenarios.

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→ 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.

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Prompts

SNOW BLIND - It's snowing, a lot, and pristine landscape though it might create, it also brings plenty of problems, especially when you live in an Edwardian-style village with a serious lack of snow shovels. It's currently blizzard conditions and visibility is nil — Maybe you gave in and ducked into the nearest house for temporary shelter, and discover someone else had the same idea (or just lives there, oops). Maybe you're stubborn enough to still be out in it, struggling against the wind and snow. Or maybe you've tromped into the South Village Inn like a human popsicle, and are just hoping you don't lose any fingers before you make it to the fireplace.

JUMPED-UP - Winter's here, which means it's the perfect time for an expedition to warmer, southern climes. You've joined a group following the river all the way down to the far southern beach, for fun and for science. On this latest break in your journey, you've spotted a large, jewel-colored feather and picked it up, maybe as a specimen to bring back or just a feather for your cap. Turns out it's an archaeopteryx feather, and you're now, well... let's call it a little gravity-challenged. Not a bad benefit once you figure out how to control it.

COLD CALL - The snow has slacked off, leaving behind a winter wonderland. Sure, there's plenty to do, but after being cooped up inside for days, most people won't blame you for a morale-booster — That is, unless your way of starting a snowball fight is to pop up and throw them at unsuspecting passers-by. Making a snow man or snow angels might come with a little less retribution, but you do you.

WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.

Network

All characters are fitted with a smart watch-like device on their left wrist, which they can use to send text and video messages to other villagers.

- Text and/or video, any length
- 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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Snow Blind

Jarvis didn't mind snow. In fact, he rather liked it. It was always pleasant to watch from inside a nice warm house, with an equally nice warm cup of tea within easy reach. But now, he was beginning to think that perhaps he wasn't so fond of the snow after all. It was pure foolishness that he was out here at all, but then again, there hadn't been a storm when he first ventured out.

At first, he thought the storm would pass, but as he kept trudging on, he realized it was showing no signs of stopping. So, he reasoned, his best chance was to try and find some shelter, and quickly. But, the "quickly" part of the equation didn't seem to be happening, as Jarvis found himself confronted with nothing but blasts of snow and no buildings seemingly nearby that he could shelter in.

"Well, this is rather inconvenient," he announced aloud to the empty air. "One would think there'd be a building, or a house, or something around here, but I seem to have picked the one area that has none of those things. Or perhaps I've walked right past them without knowing it." Talking did nothing to help this situation, but he'd always found that voicing his thoughts helped keep them in line, and sometimes even resulted in ideas coming that he hadn't yet realized.

"Nothing to do now but keep going, I suppose. Come on, then: you can do it. Just put one foot in front of the other." And with that bit of helpful advice, Jarvis began doing just that.

Jumped Up

Jarvis preferred having both feet remaining firmly on the ground, but there was that feather, and it was rather intriguing. So he picked it up, and the next thing he knew, he was off the ground and flying. Well, it was more like awkwardly hovering while he tried to figure out just what in the world he was doing than anything resembling real flight, but it was something.

Control was not something he'd yet mastered, so at this precise moment, he did not resemble his usual dignified self. Rather, he appeared decidedly undignified, incredibly flustered, and absolutely unsure of what he ought to do to get himself out of this mess.

"Would you believe it if I said I've never flown before? Well, I have, just not exactly like this." He could fly a proper airplane, but this was an entirely different kettle of fish.

Wild Card

[ Want to do something else with Jarvis? I'm all ears. ]

A few months here ought to be more than enough for Tony to become accustomed to hearing voices that he really shouldn't- because they were dust, because they were dead, because they didn't belong in the middle of a village on a planet so far removed from anything and everything familiar that looking up to the skies at night was asking for a panic attack. And yet the familiar lilt and wry twist that caught at the edges of his hearing from where he was huddled in the forge still caught him somewhere under the sternum, right where the reactor once sat.

"Jarvis?" He called, looking upward and outward more than down at a hollow, depleted shell, staring into the snow, ears straining. It wouldn't be the first time he had that voice ragging on him from the hollows of his heart. Behave, Tony, try to take care of yourself, Tony, don't push yourself so hard, Tony-

But there it was again and he risked taking a step past the shelter of the forge, squinting into swirling quite. "Jarvis!"

The first, the senior, the butler that was more family to him than his own father on occasion and if he was lucky? It'd be a Jarvis that knew him. If he wasn't- he'd...deal with that as it happened.

Hearing voices was never a good sign, at least not in Jarvis's book. But then, he'd always supposed that it depended on what exactly those voices were saying. As it was, he tended to lean more towards the cautious side when it came to hearing things. Of course, in this instance, hearing anything at all had been rendered rather difficult thanks to the wind blowing around, but as luck would have it, it quieted down just in time for him to hear someone calling his name.

"Yes?" He latched onto the sound of that voice, not certain who it was, but anyone who knew his name had to be someone of significance. Turning slightly, he started heading in the direction the voice was coming from. And once he'd gotten there, he did his best not to do a double-take, for the man in front of him resembled someone he was quite well-acquainted with. "Shouldn't you be inside?" Yes, technically, he should also be inside, but that was beside the point.

"Jarvis-" He reached out to grasp an arm, a shoulder, whichever he found first before taking the few steps back into the heat and shelter of the forge. Away from the wind and snow, somewhere light enough that he could get a look and-

It was a younger Jarvis than he had ever known. Par the course at this point, honestly, but he couldn't keep his shoulders from slumping.

He had Bruce and Rhodey. Wanting Jarvis here in any capacity would be fucking greedy. "This is a hell of a lot better than standing out in the cold, let me tell you. Grab a chair by the fire, I think I've got a kettle in here somewhere-"

Jarvis' eyebrows lifted in response to Tony's grabbing him by the arm, but he didn't protest. His main priority was getting out of the cold, after all, so who was he to argue? He did note the way the other man's shoulders dropped, and he couldn't help but comment on it. "Is everything alright? I appreciate your assistance," he said with a small smile.

"And yes, being inside is quite preferable to being out there. I pity anyone who has yet to find their way indoors." And a good part of him wanted to venture back out there in case there were any unfortunate souls still languishing outside, however foolish that idea might be. "Thank you. That sounds lovely."

Jarvis was rather fond of a hot cup of tea- or, well, a hot cup of anything, with the weather being what it was.

"It's- complicated?" That's the best way to go about it but- the familiar motions of setting the kettle to boil, putting loose leaf tea in the pot, adding one and a quarter lumps of sugar (such that they have) to the cup. Cream he doesn't have in the forge and he can't quite-

It strikes him, then, that he can't quite remember how Jarvis took his tea. It's such a tiny, niggling little detail but it rocks him through for the three seconds it takes for him to shake it off. Doesn't matter.

"I mean- you work for my father." Let that sink in a little as he brings the cup and pot around, Kettle already steaming on the edge of the forge.

"Complicated, you say." Jarvis is well acquainted with complicated. He is, after all, Howard Stark's butler and a friend of Peggy Carter's. Both of those fine individuals seem to lead rather complicated lives, at least in Jarvis's opinion.

And while Jarvis may prefer his tea a very certain way, he's come to realize expecting things to be the way they've always been, especially in their current location, is a bit silly. Tea in any shape or form is preferable to no tea at all.

"Well- yes, I do." That much is the truth. But the Howard he knows doesn't have any children, so this situation has become considerably more interesting. "Ah, I hope you'll forgive the question, but I can't help but ask. You'd be referring to Howard Stark, I assume?" That could be a fairly big assumption, but considering he's his current employer, it's not as big as one might think.

"Howard 'it's not just blowing shit up if you write it down' Stark. That's him." Kettle, tea pot, tea to steep- his mental clock of how long settles in well enough to keep him from, well. Making shit weird.

Even if its probably already pretty fucking weird.

"I'm Tony. Anthony. His one and only kid. I'm kind of a late life choice- he gets on and realizes suddenly that he kind of needs an heir for the company." Or maybe he loved Maria. Who knows? Tony never got a chance to ask, never got a chance to learn.

It hangs in the air for a moment before he pours Jarvis his cup, stirred three times counterclockwise to dissolve the sugar. Or was it four? Decades old memories get fuzzy in the middle of a blizzard, apparently. "Here."

Peggy, on the other hand, has learned how to bundle up quite efficiently with as many stolen snuggies and pieces of winter clothing that she can afford. While fishing is certainly not happening, there are other traps that she can check in the winter that allow her to still eat and besides that, she's far too stubborn to remain cooped up in the storm.

Squinting against the icy blasts and the snow blinds, she thinks she spots a figure in the distance. Working gloved fingers to yank down the cover over her nose, she does a double-take when she thinks she recognises that figure.

"Mr. Jarvis!?" she shouts, with the adequate amount of puzzled shock and relief and worry that the situation calls for. "What are you doing out in the snow?" From the small pieces of rock that she's left, she knows she has three rock groupings before she's back at her home and it seems she has to now fetch Howard's butler on the way. "Come over here, I'll get you to warmth!"

Jarvis wouldn't have expected any less from Peggy, knowing how competent and capable she is. And as for himself, well, this is not his nice, orderly home, so any thoughts of holding to his usual comfortable evening routine have long since been put aside. Still, he's not entirely comfortable in snowstorms, so his main priority is getting out of this fix he's in, preferably before he freezes to death.

It's moments after he's been spotted, but he in turn spots an equally familiar figure, and his eyebrows draw together in surprise. "Miss Carter?" Their voices may well be echoes of each other, as he's equally shocked, relieved, and worried all at once. "I was heading out on a brief errand when this storm came on. I certainly had no intentions of being out in weather such as this, I assure you."

He has to shout to be heard over the sounds of the storm, but he hopes some of his words will reach her. And in response to her orders, he doesn't hesitate, changing course and heading in what he hopes is her general direction. "I'd ask you what brought you outside, of course, but there's time enough for explanations." He'd prefer that she not freeze either, after all.

She nearly crashes into him, both for the snow blindness, but also the need for a brief burst of warmth to keep her going. It does feel rather a bit colder than it did when she'd started to head back. Deciding to simply thread her arm into Mr. Jarvis' for both guidance and warmth, she begins to tug him towards her next checkpoint.

"What possible errand would have dragged you out in this weather without any backup?" Says she, hypocritically, out on her own errand, without any backup, and also caught in the storm. "Quickly, now! I'll get you back to mine, where we can have a cup of tea!"

When she does, he's quick to wrap one arm around her, hoping to steady her. And it doesn't take much for him to realize at almost the same time she does that perhaps them sharing each other's warmth is a good idea, given the circumstances.

"Supplies. I had to go find supplies. I certainly didn't expect this storm to start as quickly as it did." And although the situation was hardly one that called for mirth, the corners of his lips twitched as though he wanted to smile. He knew full well that her statement was a bit hypocritical, but he wasn't about to point it out. "A cup of tea would be lovely. And I think we'll both benefit from it."

He paused for the briefest of seconds and glanced around. "I can't quite make out much in the way of landmarks, but I trust you know the way." He would be quite shocked if she didn't; Peggy was nothing if not completely and in all other ways capable.

He certainly did not need to go and find them, but Peggy is hardly going to argue this fact. They're both out in the cold and they both have to deal with it, and that's that. Any other comments are merely snide and spiteful and she's moved past all that, once they'd gotten out of the desert.

She doesn't want to fight with Jarvis anymore, not after that awful day. "Two more rock formations," she says, both to bolster his spirits, but mainly her own. "I've put a trail home, like Hansel and Gretel!" she shouts above the wind of the storm, getting her head down so she can continue to charge forward, utterly determined not to be slowed.

"How long have you been out in this?" she asks, worried now about freezing.

They could very well devolve into an argument about the wisdom, or lack thereof, in venturing out in inclement weather, but like Peggy, Jarvis would rather not waste time on such a pointless endeavor. What he's more interested in is getting out of this weather, and ensuring that she is all right. Fighting with her is not on his list of priorities, any more than it is on hers.

"Right, two rock formations. That seems doable," he shouts back over the howling wind. "I always knew you were resourceful, so that is hardly surprising." Yes, even in the midst of navigating a storm, he can compliment her.

"Not long at all. Half an hour at most." Although, it is difficult to keep track of time when confronted with swirling snow. Still, Jarvis would prefer not to worry her too much.

"I've managed to get myself stuck in icy weather here before and it's not an experience I was ready to repeat," Peggy says, and her tone indicates there's far more of a story behind this, but she doesn't intend to share it, given that at the time, she had been the one with ice abilities and freezing everything around her and feeling so very chilled for it.

"Good," she says firmly, not wanting Mr. Jarvis to get ill simply because he'd thought it suitable to go out and venture for supplies. "Here we are, one more to go," she indicates, tugging him along quicker. "I'm sure Stella won't mind if we have company. She's hardly heartless to want to kick anyone out in this weather."

Bruce knows very well about the perils of being too curious for your own good, and the way the extraordinarily strange things in this place can draw you in. He's had run-ins or know people who have run-ins with almost every odd animal on the island ... so far. He was actually just on his way from place to place, and he didn't notice someone nearby or above him until Jarvis spoke and he damn near jumped out of his skin. Bruce was learning not to be aware of his surroundings, now that the Hulk was no longer a problem, but it was not always a good thing.

"Oh! Mr. Jarvis, hello." He glanced up, realizing what an awkward way to start a conversation was when the man was clearly suspended in air and probably not of his own choice. Probably! "You wouldn't happen to have seen a bird or touched its feathers, would you?" Bruce was an expert on everything written down about their area; notes from the inn were copied over into his own notebook so he wouldn't forget.

The funny thing here is that Jarvis normally isn't the type to poke his nose into things. But something compelled him to investigate and eventually touch that feather, which is what got him into this jam in the first place. He honestly couldn't explain what possessed him to do such a thing, and really, that wasn't at the forefront of his mind at this precise moment.

And to add another curious layer to an already curious situation, the man below him knew who he was already. "Sorry, have we met?" Perhaps they had, and he was only forgetting, distracted as he was by his predicament. "I haven't seen a bird, only its feathers, and yes, I did happen to touch them. I don't believe I'll be making that mistake a second time." Jarvis had never been one to shy away from birds or their feathers, but now he was making a mental note to exercise caution the next time he was confronted with one or both things.

"Any ideas how I might be able to get down? I suppose the answer ought to be simple, but I'm afraid I haven't discovered it as yet."

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Test Drive (December & January)

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