Test Drive - October/November

[d3mods]

You wake up... in your bed or wherever you went to sleep because your character is exactly where you left them. A revival of the classic LJ/DW game DramaDramaDuck (DDD), D3 is an attempt to capture the spirit of the classic with some adjustments. The name, and the names of many parts of the game, pays homage to the original while allowing it to be something different as I'm not a founder of the original. I just had fun there and thought it sounded fun now.

An Open Lid game, as opposed to a JamJar; your characters remain in their canon worlds and timelines but can access a magical network to connect to other canon's universes. You, with the help of your castmates should you have them, decide how they experience shape your remaining canon, even if it means nothing changes at all.

Welcome to the D3 test drive. Prompts are sparse because this is the game where you make the story. Some optional suggestions are:

A. Hit by an infection

Like it says on the label. Your character has been hit by one of the monthly infections that take place on the network. This particular infection shouldn't alter the personality too much if you're planning to use it as a sample. For more information on infections, read the faq found here.

B. Canon update

Something happen at home you want to share? Or don't want to share, but the network is showing anyway?

C. A call to arms

Trouble is brewing, and you need help? You have worlds full of superheroes to ask for help. That doesn't always mean they can reach you...


That's the down and dirty. Not quite as fancy as you're used to seeing, huh? D3 is a simple game. Or it's not. It's up to you, the player, to make your experience. There will also be a log community so you can do face-to-face meet ups, and anyone can go off-world this time.

To perhaps capture the group game feeling that differentiates D3 from memes, consider noting whether you're open to threadjacks with a subject line like so:

Character | Canon | Open/Not Open to threadjack

We recommend you read the following to help you along:

FAQ → Rules → Reserves → Taken
Reserves will open for the first time on October 1st and apps will follow October 7th. After they open, they'll remain open instead of having cycles.

Comments

[snowstormed]

Probably for the best you don't.

[Considering HYDRA's after him and all.]

It's not. I just...I just need to lie low, that's all. Figure out what I'm gonna do now. [Nothing HYDRA wants, that's as far as he's gotten.] Thanks. Sorry. I can't promise I'll be the best house guest, [what with the trauma and all] but I'll be in and out.

[catwalknotrequired]

Probably. Though I'm sorry it's been so long for you since you were last able to be on here.

[She doesn't know what HYDRA is she's probably safe as it is being from different worlds and all.]

I can definitely help with that in that case. The lying low part that is. [She doesn't want to assume he would like a sounding board for what he's gonna do next. He seems kind of private.] I'll keep that in mind so no worries. Um...you don't have any kind of special food needs, do you?

[snowstormed]

If it helps, I wasn't conscious for most of it.

[Actually, for most of it he was brainwashed and barely a sentient human being, so.]

Uh—shit, I don't know. [Mostly he drank, and has been drinking, protein slurries. He's not completely sure if his stomach is up for anything solid and richer than a bagel, just yet.] I can stand some porridge and soup. Nothing solid right now.

[catwalknotrequired]

I think that's more something only you can say. Seventy years is a long time to be conscious or unconscious no matter what to me.

[See that's the sort of information that would make her want to just hug him and leave that spare room open to him whenever he needed it.]

Okay, I can definitely manage both of those things or at least have them on hand if you feel weird about someone else cooking for you.

[snowstormed]

[Please he really does need that hug. It's been a long century.]

Let's say it was in-between. Leave it at that.

[Yeah, HYDRA can't reach across different worlds, sure. But Bucky James the Asset he just can't talk about it, right now, still coming to terms with the memories coming back in a trickle, good and bad.]

It's—It's fine. I don't mind either way. [A brief flicker of a memory: the scent of warm soup, his mother's voice calling him back inside.] Actually...have you got stuff for chicken soup?