Test Drive (December & January)

[sixthiteration]

Main Navigation

Full Navigation

Logs

OOC

Network

Premise

Rules/FAQ

Cast

Guide: Setting

Guide: Bestiary

Guide: Flora

Guide: Locations

Guide: Colors

Guide: Tech

Maps

Lodging

Application

Holds

Test Drive

Want Ads

Drops

Points Exchange

Mod Contact

Player Directory

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 NETWORK 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. 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.


2. 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.


3. 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.


4. 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.

Comments

[awall]

Six years without Seifer being around, and Squall still instinctively tensed at his rival. It didn't matter how pathetic the man looked--and he did look very pathetic in this weather--Seifer was never weak in Squall's eyes.

"Fine," Squall said with a huff. He wasn't going to try to cajole Seifer into the reasonable path--Seifer wouldn't listen, and Squall didn't cajole anybody. If Rinoa had been in, she could have managed that, maybe. "I'll go back inside. But the door is unlocked."

An open invitation to come inside without having to really engage with Squall.

[firacrux]

Old habits die hard. Especially for the stubbornly contrary who, despite ample evidence that perhaps it would be a good idea to change methods, staunchly refuse to listen to good advice. Perhaps purely on the grounds that it came from someone else.

It was probably the better method to simply let Seifer stand and suffer for his own pride and stubbornness until he finally came around to understanding that the only person making him freeze was himself. It took some time, standing there shivering, but eventually the weather won out forcing Seifer to abandon his pointless quest to prove... who even knew what at this point. Even he didn't know what.

As quietly as possible he stepped just inside, not daring to move any further into the house with his parade of room filling elephants. No, instead he'd simply hover there, grateful for the warmth and lack of wind, but still refusing to move too far away from the door. Too proud to admit defeat, even against elements no one can hope to win against. There was a mountain of things he could say, thanks might be a good one, instead he opted for silence. Awkward.

[awall]

He was stubborn and contrary, but that was part of what Squall envied about him, weirdly enough. Squall worried so much about what people thought about him and whether he was letting them down. It was something that was a constant struggle for his leadership skills. But there was Seifer, just doing whatever he chose, damn the consequences.

It had many drawbacks, but Squall saw some positives to it.

He didn't mind silence, though. Silence was Squall's comfortable place. He was seated next to the fireplace, sitting on the floor, whittling an attempt at a table leg. He had to pick up some more useful skills here, and wood was one thing not in short supply. Carpentry was the skills he chose, especially because he could burn as kindling bad projects.

Rather than ask Seifer to sit down, Squall shifted a little further away from the chair that was near the fire. It was an olive branch, whether or not he took it.

[firacrux]

Don't envy him too much, Squall. Those consequences have certainly knocked him down a few pegs, not that it's something he'll admit to any time soon. At least he mustered up enough sense to accept the peace offering of a warm place to huddle while the storm raged outside. Even if it was in one of most awkward situations possible.

Though he was right, there were some positives. Many negatives. Perhaps with luck one day Seifer will learn to walk that precarious balance with more grace.

For a long, silent while Seifer just watched. Listening to the sound of the storm rage outside and Squall working. Woodcarving. That wasn't... exactly anything he'd have ever expected. There were a lot of questions running through his head, some more rude than others, but he just kept finding himself fixated on the wood carving. Garden didn't teach them a lot of useful skills outside of combat and warfare related situations.

"When did you learn that?" He finally asked, moving just a little more into the room to accept the chair. He knew an olive branch when he saw one, and if Squall was going to tolerate his presence long enough for the storm to pass perhaps he shouldn't toss it aside recklessly.

[awall]

A few years maturing would probably do Seifer some good; it certainly had helped Squall. Not that Squall had exactly become Mr. Charming and Well Adjusted, but he also wasn't curled up in his bed in the fetal position. Nor did he have any urge to stab Seifer in the face.

He focused instead on making a smooth rectangular cube from the block of wood. A plain table seemed like the best place to start with the craft.

"I started working on it when I got here. There is only so much monster hunting I can do." And Garden hadn't trained them for much more. The creatures here weren't even monsters. They had some special powers, and some of them were aggressive, but none of them were that dangerous. Of course, neither of them have their gunblades, so that did make fighting more difficult.

Part of Squall wondered if that comment opened himself up to Seifer's criticism about his skill. But he let it be.

[firacrux]

Maturing and not having his brain scrambled by memory eating spirits or Sorceresses, he could use some time for all of that. The not stabbing was greatly appreciated. He was still feeling a little too cold to react amenably to that.

Having no idea on exactly how one was supposed to make a table with a knife, Seifer had no real opinion on Squall's skill one way or another. Frankly he never considered the process it took to get a table out of a tree. Couldn't even tell what it was Squall was supposed to be making. "The monster situation's pretty boring." He agreed, they barely even counted. And without their gunblades, well... A sword might work. Boring compared to what they're accustomed to.

A few more beats as he watched Squall work, brows furrowed. "...The hell you making?" He simply cannot resist the need to be nosy.

[awall]

Squall still somewhat missed the memory eating spirits. But as he got used to being without them, it was certainly better to have them out of their minds. He was going to enjoy having his memories untampered.

Squall also couldn't say how he was supposed to make a table with a knife. But it was something that should be possible, and he did not have a lot of other obligations to occupy his time. Making something at least helped him feel slightly productive.

But his hand shifted in surprise that Seifer actually agreed with him, in his own way. It might be nice to spar with Seifer again, if they could do so without actually trying to kill each other.

Pressing his thumb against the unintended scratch on the wood, he looked over to Seifer. "Table. A table leg. People could use furniture." He could already hear Seifer mock him for this.

[firacrux]

Untampered. Seifer still wasn't entirely sure what was real or not, what memories belonged to him or were missing, or fake entirely. Basically his head was a mess and he was in no mood to confess that to anyone. Hell he wasn't even entirely sure he was having this conversation and not actually just locked up in a mental hospital or something. It'd sure serve him right.

So pick up hobbies or go stir crazy, is the thing Seifer will need to be taking away from this. Too bad Garden never offered classes like wood shop or machine shop that might teach them skills outside of how to be a mercenary. Frankly once he settles in a little better and stops thinking he's just nuts he's going to be very lost.

Could they still spar, at this juncture, without all that vitriol coming out? Might just be possible in time. Seifer's certainly acting a little calmer right now, if still highly defensive.

There was a brief moment where he strongly considered asking if Squall planned on making that table for mice, since he didn't see anywhere near enough wood to make a whole table, but he amended. "Gonna be waitin' on that dining set for a while if that's as far as you've gotten." He considers. "Wait, how long have you been here?" Might as well know what timeline his delusions are running on right now.

[awall]

Squall had more faith in Seifer's mental state--weird, but true. He knew that it would take time for Seifer to heal from what the Sorceress did to him, if he ever did, but he remembered Seifer fishing with his friends after it was all over. There was hope.

But when he came to a new world and faced Squall as company...it was going to be harder for both of them.

Even the silence was starting to get to Squall. He was getting anxious again: what was Seifer thinking? Was he judging Squall's work? Was he angry about Squall being with Rinoa? Was he simply angry? There were so many troubling possibilities.

There's a lot to learn. Squall thought to himself first. Measurement, working with the grain, getting the color. Obviously the table's going to take a while... "Whatever." Solid reply, Squall. Good work. "About a month here." He paused, and then added, "And about six years in another world."

Enjoy that bump in his delusions.

[firacrux]

Very weird, Seifer would have to question Squall's if he knew. His friends had pulled him away to go try to relax and do something normal, which was wonderful of them and had helped immensely, but it will take more than a few fishing trips to heal those wounds. He'll get there, in time, right now he had plenty of reasons to wonder if he hadn't cracked and gone completely insane considering the circumstances.

Squall being older than him would take a lot of getting used to.

Angry? No. Ashamed. Guilt-ridden, disgusted with himself, envious. Those might all be more apt. As well as confused, very confused, he was having a hard time understanding why Squall wasn't acting like he was the biggest piece of garbage on the planet right now. Why didn't he hate him after everything he'd done? It didn't make much sense.

"If it's taken you a month to get one table leg, Leonhart, I'm gonna have to say carpentry ain't your calling." Of course he knows there's more to it than just whittling. Not that he knows what, mind you, but badgering Squall is what he does. Although there's a pause at the second statement, one eyebrow arching in disbelief. "Say again?" Maybe Squall's the one losing his marbles.