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The 3 rules of 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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• FULL VIEW - The Observers really do their best to make each villager's wrist device as user-friendly for them as possible, but with all new tech, sometimes there's a learning curve... And sometimes, you just screw up. Like now, when you've accidentally triggered the video option and called someone completely random on the network without realizing it. Yep, you're just going about whatever, totally oblivious. Here's to hoping that your clothes are fully on, and that the person on the other end is nice enough to speak up sooner rather than later.
• SHADOW OF A DOUBT - Being the intrepid (or just bored) villager you are, you've gone exploring and found yourself a very interesting (if moderately spooky) cave. What lurks in the dark? Might it be some shadow dust to turn you intangible? Or perhaps a cave wolf with all of its little goblin-monkey friends? Maybe, just maybe, it's both.
• ILL AT EASE - 'Tis the season for the common cold, and you've got it. Unfortunately, the village doesn't have a corner drug store, so you're achy, miserable, maybe a little feverish. The good news is a little time in bed should do the trick. That is, if you're not the sort who has to be bullied to take care of yourself anytime you get sick. Either way, maybe you'll be lucky enough to find someone to tuck you in and bring you some chicken soup.
• 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 are allowed, 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 NAMES in your SUBJECT LINE.

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Number Five | The Umbrella Academy

[fivealive]

[OOC: Just a note that Five looks 13 but is actually 58, and salty as hell about it. And pretty much everything else. Also, there will likely be some mild spoilers for UA S1.]

ILL AT EASE

God, this place is depressing.

To be fair, it's not the chipped Formica countertops at Griddy's, or chirpy, arthritic Gloria grinding away for her shitty pension, but there's no other appropriate word Five can conjure up for a group of able-bodied adults who, when confronted with a strange place they can't get out of, bone themselves into complacency. It's almost like being back home, if Luther and Allison had stopped being pussies.

And now, now, in a supreme display of insult to injury, he's sick. Not with the superflu or a crazy space virus or even the fucking bubonic plague. No, he's got a cold. A common fucking cold. Over twenty years in an apocalyptic wasteland and he never once got a cold. He almost wishes it was the flu so he could at least have the satisfaction of hurling all over this shit excuse for a pocket universe.

Presently, he's huddled in a chair in front of the inn's fireplace, his long, pale fingers clutching two wool blankets around his slender, quaking body, blue eyes narrowed at the wavering flames as his mouth tips downward in a sour little frown.

He doesn't miss Mom, and fuck you for even thinking he does.

UN: 5

Roll call for anyone who isn't completely useless.

Ill At Ease Indeed

[duel_wielding]

It's not long after he enters that North sees the issue. The boy looks less than well, and damn if it isn't just his nature to immediately ignore his own need for a meal to beeline for the kid. He doesn't even hesitate to kneel by the chair the child is in and smile softly up at him.

"Hi there. My name's North. Do you mind if I touch your forehead to check your temperature?"

[fivealive]

Miserable as he is, Five can still see this well-meaning yahoo sliding in on his periphery, his narrow gaze tracking the guy as he crouches down and puts on his most open and earnest face. Mr. Friendly is probably no more than 15 seconds away from calling Five 'Champ,' or some variation thereof.

Five does not turn his head, only regarding the man from the corner of his eye before shifting his gaze back to the flames.

"I can break every finger on your hand in approximately 3.5 seconds. Do not put them anywhere near my forehead or any other part of me," he calmly, if tersely replies.

[duel_wielding]

Well... Now North is smiling a bit wider at that comment.

That possible, T?

I mean, Carolina could, or maybe if someone here had some serious enhancements from the Bunker but... No, not all of them.

"Well that's really comforting," he mumbles at his AI. But he still looks at the kid, standing up straighter now. "I'd advise you not do that. The difference between a cold, a flu, and a number of other things, can be gauged based on body temperature. I'm a trained field medic and while I may not play with sniffles much, I suggest you at least let me check this much out before I go get you some tea. Which you're going to drink."

Without even thinking he's switched from 'help a person who is sick' to 'help my asshole sister who is sick' which is a similar, but very different mode. Which had sometimes involved actual grappling and tying her to a bed. He's not really concerned.

"Besides, I expect you're hoping to fall back on skills you had before you got here to manage it that fast. I think it'd probably be, two, maybe three. I can survive."

[fivealive]

"I'm curious, what part of what I just said translated into thinking I care who you are or what you do?" Five replies, his expression screwing up beneath his blankets, incredulous. The balls on this guy. "If you're applying to be my butler, though, I'm going to need at least three references, and pick up some chicken soup while you're at it." At the last remark, he rolls his pale eyes back to the fire, tugs his blankets closer. "Look at you, all big and dumb and talking about shit you know nothing about." It would almost make him nostalgic for Luther, if Luther wasn't big and dumb and given to talking about shit he knew nothing about.

[duel_wielding]

Yeah, definitely like his sister. But he keeps smiling.

"Okay, we'll start with soup then. Don't know that we have chicken right now, but I seem to remember there was some vegetable broth yesterday. It's something."

That has him pushing to his feet. This kid was going to be a headache and a half, but hey, health before you pin down why the kid is a literal asshole. What are you going to do?

Ill at Ease

[kithe]

For some the whole quaint village, back to the olden days ways of living in this place is crap. A few years ago and Gerard would have felt exactly the same way. After being bound by his skin and blood by the Flesh and the one woman who had treated him truly as a son, only to do that to him, being in this godforsaken whatever the fuck it is world is pretty much heaven.

If Heaven didn't have smokes, alcohol, a full menu, and lacking in any worthwhile music. The supernatural though is apparently cut off here, and that is another point in favor of this place.

Of course, all of that and having to work hard for your life didn't mean you didn't end up with some of the same kids he'd dealt with for most of his life. Least he's guessing that's a kid curled up in a chair by the fireplace. That or...

"I'm curious," he says, pulling up a chair and spinning it around. Not waiting to be asked to join him as he straddles the chair. "Is there actually a person in there? I mean, there's kind of a face but..."

He pulls out a small bundle of smokes he may have snagged off someone else and a pair of wooden matches he has left.

"Want one?"

[fivealive]

There is, in fact, a person in there, slight though he may be, and Five shoots the guy a quick, acidic glance from beneath the shivering wool of his blankets. Jesus, he's tired of looking like a kid. The cigarette, though, feels a little like an olive branch despite his not smoking — An olive branch that signals adulthood, whether this guy actually knows how old Five is or is just a really shitty influence. Five drops his gaze to the smokes, a bit of the sharpness in his expression easing, and then shakes his head. "I don't smoke, but thanks."

[kithe]

"I admit, I've wondered about this," he says, gesturing at the figure in the blanket. "If everyone's right about how different this world is from any of ours, what viruses must be running around this place that none of us are likely to be prepared for."

It's not as if Five acted as if he wants to talk, but that's not slowing Gerard down.

"Even if we could harvest the right herbal remedies, most of us don't have immune systems prepared for this," he says, putting one of the cigarettes between his lips. "You mind, or you going to get all righteous about poisoning my body and shit?" He asks, laughter tinging his tones.

UN: BROTHER BAE

[klaustrophobia]

Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

wait you said useless right

[fivealive]

Let no one say you're not self-aware.

[klaustrophobia]

Ow. Feelings. Long journal entry tonight

What do you need? I am your older brother biologically I should be able to help in some way

[fivealive]

No.

[klaustrophobia]

This would be where I'd put a dancing bear gif if this stupid thing did gifs

UN: Pointy

[shouldhavebeen1]

You did kind of set yourself up for that one.

ILL AT EASE

[imareporter]

Eddie has gotten used to eating enough to kill a horse, and most people have gotten used to it too. Still he sits beside the fire and blinks.

Fuck. New Guy.

"...Caught the cold huh?"

Thanks Venom for making it easy for him to function through fucking stupid shit like this.

You're welcome

[fivealive]

"What gave it away?" Five asks, the intended condescension getting a bit lost in speaking around the chattering of his teeth. He slides a flat look over to his new companion, his face peeking pale from under the hood of his blankets, dark smudges under his eyes. "Unless you come bearing chicken soup, I'm really not interested," he adds, lips pressing thin as he looks back to the flames.

Ill at ease

[shouldhavebeen1]

Diego had been out trying to get hold of enough knives to feel comfortable. He had gotten hold of a couple but not nearly as many as he'd like. Finally, though he makes his way back to the inn and sees his brother sitting in front of the fire looking like shit. After a quick trip to the kitchen, he comes back with a mug of tea and places it next to Five.

Then he walks over to settle in one of the other chairs and look over the knives he got.

[fivealive]

Ah, finally. Someone well-meaning with an actual brain in their head that hasn't, miraculously, switched over into parenting overdrive at the sight of him. (...And by 'actual brain,' here Five means in the most basic capacity, because obviously this is Diego we're talking about.) Five shoots a look first to his brother and then the tea, a slender hand slinking from beneath his blankets to clasp around the warm cup and wordlessly draw it in.

UN: VIII

[firagaheart]

Define completely useless.

[fivealive]

If you have to ask, it's probably you.

un: doubleohsix

[horrorofahero]

And I thought you'd know how to overcome the useless handicap, after years of experience.

[fivealive]

I had a long, blissful gap alone in the middle. I got spoiled.

[horrorofahero]

Must have been nice. Do you have any idea what it's like to have your only source of conversation be Klaus?

[fivealive]

And killing yourself not even an option.