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It has to take place in the 6I universe.
It cannot be the character's arrival into the game.
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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"It wasn't whining," he growls, well rumbles softly, even as he raises his gaze to the speaker. "It was a comm..." The words fade off, staring at the apparition standing in front of him in silence for a long time. "Well fuck, now I'm hallucinating. Fever's worse than I thought," he says, tugging the coat tighter around him. "Considerate hallucination though."

Eyeing the bowl of soup a minute before looking back up at Ben. At the apparition of Ben. Shit but it hurts getting his ass chewed by Ben, of all people. Sighing, he moves to sit up, sucking it up because dammit, if his mind is going to send something this cruel to push him then he really does need to suck it the fuck up.

"The soup anymore real than you are?" Really wondering just how sick he is now, what this all could be. The place was weird, but this? This goes beyond some of the things he's seen already. Even purple alpacas and someone with a peacock with a birds face. That's not Ben.

Ben sets the bowl down and perches on the table. He may be corporeal now, but old habits die hard and he suspects that even though it's not Klaus, a brother's a brother, especially in their fucked up family. With Diego so sick, he feels like it's the perfect time to deal with him and have the 'hey, surprise, I'm alive here somehow' talk.

Not that he wants to. This would be way easier if Klaus were here as the intermediary. "Eat it and find out," he insists. "I'm not Mom, I'm not spoon-feeding it to you."

"I'm as real as I've ever been. Just because you never saw me, doesn't mean I wasn't there," he points out.

Watching this image of his brother settle in, challenging him, and Diego's eyes narrow. Pushing the coat off his shoulders, letting it bunch up behind him on the chair so that his arms are free, preparing. Moving to sit on the edge of the chair, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, staring at him intently.

"Shut up."

There's heat to those words, but none of the anger. Not that it isn't there but it's hard to express feeling as weak as he is.

He can't argue that ghosts aren't real because Klaus... but that doesn't make this any easier.

"So you're saying you're a ghost?"

Even as he asks it though he reaches out, jabbing at his shoulder. Hard. Testing to see if his finger would go through him. Not that he's sure what he'd do if he wasn't tangible. Diego just needs to know.

"I've been a ghost for a long time, maybe you're the one having a break with reality." He's messing with Diego now, though, because he knows that he's become a real live boy. He's not so sure who his blue fairy was in this case, though weirdly, it had been Klaus back home bringing him over the veil, but here, he can touch things and eat and he's still coming to grips with how incredible it is to be alive again.

He doesn't know how long it'll last for, but it's nice, talking to a brother who can actually talk back and isn't Klaus.

"Eat your soup," he says again, firmer than before. "If you end up dying over a fever just when I came back to life, I'm gonna be pissed."

"Have you seen the animals they're storing in the police station? I'm definitely having a break with reality," he says, shaking his head even as Diego reaches for the bowl of soup. Not because Ben keeps ordering him too, which pings about a four on the paranoia scale (and only that low because how poisoned can spectral soup be) and takes a bite anyway.

"Oh you're going to be pissed," he says, rolling his eyes, and yet he takes another bite. "Tell me how the hell this happened," he demands rather than asking, gesturing at his brother with the bowl of the spoon. "Let me guess. Don't have a clue?"

Damn but this wouldn't be easy on the best of days, and this one sucked anyways. Even if there is nothing that sucks about the possibility of Ben being alive.

Ben hasn't, but then, Ben's been busy being alive and stuffing food into his face, running around and touching things (including himself, okay, it's not like he could do that with Klaus around, it's not weird, it's just normal), and now keeping an eye out for Diego.

"Does anything about us ever make sense?" he feels compelled to point out. "I could summon other-dimensions through my stomach," he reminds him, patting said area, where the only thing he's summoned lately is a real good bout of hunger. "How is it you got sick so soon? Don't you have some vigilante defense mechanism against germs? Stab them with tiny little knives or something?"

Of course Diego had checked out what is marked on maps as a police station, and had been more than slightly bothered to find it full of animals. Then he'd had a look at some of these animals and he had no idea what to think. He got out of there quick though.

Though visiting the mashed up animal zoo is a million times better than any kind of a possibility of his not a ghost anymore brother jacking off. He'd dog sit one of those weird headed dogs over that.

Diego's mouth opens, wanting to argue that but, shit, he can't. Though he brings up a good point. "And my body fears me and does what I say, thank you." Except now. What the fuck is with now?

"You can't do that here though, can you?" Not accusatory, but asking because he's already stolen a few knives and there's definitely an issue here.

"Are you disappointed I can't feed you soup, water, and read a book all at the same time?" Ben's not. The tentacles had never been Ben's best friend, seeing as he could control them and get them to do what he wanted, but at the same time, most of what they wanted was to rip people apart.

So, it's good they're not here.

"It's Dad's worst nightmare. We're all normal," he says. "And why would you adopt a kid unless it could be useful?"

Diego's brow furrows, upper lip curling a bit. "No. For one, you'd probably purposefully spill the soup on me if I even ask. Which I wouldn't," he adds, shaking his head. "No, it's not wanting you to be able to. It's..."

His fingers flex, even though nothing feels any different, but it feels different to him. Maybe just in knowing.

"I don't know. We kept Klaus around for years," he says, but there's a wry smirk as he says it. He cants his head, eyes watery and his nose red rimmed as he considers Ben for a long time. "I wanna know what kind of people can bring the dead back to life. I mean, if you're not a hallucination brought on by a fever."

He would. He'd even enjoy it, but then, trolling Klaus has been one of his few forms of entertainment outside of reading and movies that he's had over the last decade and change.

"Maybe get better and then you can find out if I'm still your dead brother or if maybe I got brought back to life." He's used to hanging around and commenting, but no one's ever been able to hear him outside of Klaus before, so this is a whole brand new barrel of fish to work with. "Who's to say what Five did, it didn't bring me back?"

"Brought back to life or not, you're still my dead brother," he points out, giving Ben a look more befitting a twelve year old than a man of his age. Though that is a consideration, he realizes. All those times Five vanishes, all the moments when he went through time for the Commission. Maybe.

"Doesn't make you not the dead brother," he repeats, smirking a bit as he eats more of his soup.

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