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sixthiteration) wrote2017-12-27 10:07 pm
sixthiteration) wrote2017-12-27 10:07 pm
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Test Drive 15
Welcome to Sixth Iteration's test drive meme.
NOTE: We've moved our test drive from the OOC community. Journals not a member of the OOC community will no longer be able to comment over there. Please feel free to copy/paste from the old TDM over here!
→ 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.
→ THERE ARE ONLY THREE RULES FOR THE TDM:
→ 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.
→ Choose one of the scenarios below or make up your own. Feel free to try multiple scenarios.
→ 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.
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.
Scenario 1) Snowed Under - Make no mistake: Winter has arrived with a vengeance, and the weather here is seldom predictable. This latest blizzard blew in so fast it took you completely off guard. Are you stuck in white out conditions as you try to get back home? Maybe you've taken shelter in a random building and are now stuck there with someone else for hours. If you're the heroic (or stupid) type, maybe you actually go out in the storm on purpose to save stranded people or livestock.
Scenario 2) What's Cooking - Here's the deal: No matter how well you prepared. in this place, there is always a need to make food stretch over the winter, and there are always lots of people to feed. You've been enlisted to help with daily meals, but challenges await: Are you terrible at cooking yet have been unexpectedly left in charge of the soup? What is this ingedient and how is it prepared? Or maybe lighting a fire for the stove is the biggest hurdle. Watch out for your eyebrows.
Scenario 3) Power Tool - One moment, things were fine and normal. Next moment, you were in possession of a power you've never had before, and the learning curve is steep. Just try to not blow anything (or anybody) up, please.
Scenario 4) Wild Card - Choose your own adventure!
IF YOU HAVE RECENTLY PUT A TOP-LEVEL IN OUR PREVIOUS TDM, YOU MAY COPY TO THAT HERE IN LIEU OF WRITING AN ALL-NEW STARTER. For clarity, we recommend all top-levels list the character's name, canon (if applicable) and your scenario number in the comment's subject line.
Asra | The Arcana
The inclement weather of other planes can be much harsher than the real thing: oppressing deeper senses, tearing at the fundamentals of the self. Still, Asra might take those storms over more snow. He's no stranger to taking any port in a storm, and the building he's ducked into is at least packed dry with aging straw and warmed by the presence of snuffling animals. It's the dragging period after that wears on him, trapped in a single place without a guaranteed exit. A microcosm of the canyon itself, shrunk to a single, musky room.
That he's not the only one in here might entertain him for the duration, or it might just have him poking his head up to a window, forehead to cold, rattling glass, trying to note any change in visibility.
A lot of dark and a lot of snow. Wrapping his arm more fully around his new friend, his long sigh is answered with a neutral bleat. It's no beast, but it's warm and the rough wicking of its fur is close enough for comfort. "When I figure out how that fountain works," he promises it's creepy little face, "I'll take you with me to the desert. Saguaro will love you."
wild card
The novelty of exploring a northern clime, without magic no less, wears most thin as the sun starts to set. When he starts to feel the chill through his strange new clothes, when he can't light up the night with a turn of his hand and the visualization of fire within it, the lesson of it all just bleeds into helplessness and ignorance. He's a child again, running in Muriel's more capable footsteps, trading his powers of persuasion for help over a wall he isn't strong enough to climb.
Magic had always been a kind of persuasion in itself. He could bat his pale eyelashes at the moon to make it shine brighter, or fold up parts of a well-known forest until stepping between the right pair of trees took him miles in the right direction.
Now he's wrapped in some felted cloak with sleeves that are perfectly too long, covered in wonderfully orange birds, staring at stars he doesn't understand. None of them seem to wink back at him, or fall precipitously in the direction of all those quaint houses. Calling out could put him in who knows what situation, and--what's that enormous thing cracking through the bushes?
Something the size and rough shape of the beast breaks through, sending snow dumping off low branches and dusting up its sides. Asra's eyes widen in delight for the breadth of its antlers, the roundness of its snout, the intersection of the familiar with the new. "I don't suppose you're capable of some kind of speech," he asks the moose, holding steady as it bumps that snuffling nose into his cheek, then leaves a cold trail of spit up the side of his face. "I'm delicious, I know; I'm hoping to get back before something with more teeth figures that out."