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→ Choose one of the scenarios below or make up your own. Feel free to try multiple scenarios.

→ Write LOGS or TEXT 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.

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Prompts

It's springtime in your brand-new home, villagers! Many exciting new experiences await you, although you might want to take care; not all are for the faint of heart.

NEW FRIENDS - Congratulations, you are now the lucky recipient of the undying love and devotion of your very own CROC-DOG. Maybe you fed it, or maybe you just didn't run away screaming when you saw it. Regardless, it's your buddy now through thick and thin. Constantly. Everywhere. All the time. We hope you're up for some companionship!

LET YOUR EENT SHINE DOWN - You've come across a SHINE BIRD. You heard its call. Now you can expect an hour's worth of sudden, intense increase in one of four emotions: Joy, sorrow, rage or loneliness. It's entirely possible you'll be apologizing to some people tomorrow.

SPRING IN SPRING - Hey look, it's everybody's favorite prompt: It's warm enough now that it's not completely crazy to go have a dip in the HOT SPRINGS. Naked. And then accidentally get caught.

WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.

Texts

All characters are fitted with a smart watch-like device on their left wrist, which they can use to send text messages to other villagers.

- Texts may only be 140 characters long
- No video or voice, text only
- No usernames, everyone is listed by their name

Please list your CHARACTER NAME, CANON & PROMPT in your SUBJECT LINE.

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Training animals is not what Karen would call her forte. It's not that she's incapable, it just isn't something that's ever been top of mind — Not when she was a kid, and not now, which probably makes it all the more helpful that the large, lazy dog she inherited had no doubt been given rigorous training before Karen ever arrived. Martha gets in her own way a lot of the time, and often acts more like an old woman than the older puppy she is, but she obeys quickly and stays diligently by Karen's side.

Which makes it all the more strange when the big, shaggy dog darts off ahead of her minder, bounding through the foliage in the direction of the spring. "Martha," Karen calls after her, although there's no real sternness to her voice — The dog probably spotted a squirrel.

Beside herself, Martha bursts through the underbrush and skids right up to the edge of the pool, dark tail wagging happily, paws dancing in the dirt in front of Frank.

"What's up with you? You've never been this excited for a bath—"

Halting at the edge of the treeline, Karen freezes, staring, the backpack in her hand slipping from her fingers to thud at her feet.

(I am 100% OK if you prefer to use brackets!)

The snapping twigs and rustling leaves really don't leave Frank with much optimism, and he's ignored Penny bouncing in the water until something barrels out of the woods and sends him to his feet. It happens too quick, the realization that it's a dog—a regular dog, and friendly at that—and that his not-dog, odd and unfriendly-looking, is beyond excited to meet this other animal.

By the time Karen breaks the treeline, Frank's wrestling Penny against his torso with one arm and holding back Martha with the other, though she's thankfully more understanding of the touch than his croc-dog. "Easy—easy," Is his grumbling mutter to the creature in his arms before a quick, "Would you sit—" as he picks his head up to look at the dog on land.

And her owner, when the thudding grabs his attention.

He stills considerably, part in shock of who's staring back and the brick wall realization he's a deal more exposed than she's ever goddamn seen him. If it weren't for the edge of the spring he was pressed against it would have been worse. What Frank doesn't think about is what the water's done to him. Every blemish, every little scar and imperfection... gone. His hair (what little atop there is) curls ever so slightly and looks smoother without being wetted.

So when Martha barks in excitement to Penny's happy clicking, Frank unknowingly breaks the the image with a tip of his head and call of: "You just gonna stand there and stare all day or are you gonna get your dog, Karen?" In the same vein of frustration, not a drop of venom to be found in the question.

( I'm good with either, I can match with prose no problem!

A soft huff of breath pushes from Karen's throat. This isn't something she imagined — Not the particular circumstances, water and nudity and everything that conjures up on its own, but seeing him again at all. She and Claire have had a silent pact about it; they just don't expect people from home, don't dwell on why they two have been alone here. It's easier that way.

"She's, um," Karen begins, and glances away, her face briefly pinching. "She's actually yours." Just like the slim little volume tucked away in one of her drawers at home, although no one had to tell her who the childen's book had belonged to, unlike the dog.

Karen reaches a hand out to brace against the trunk of a nearby tree, not bothering to hide the need to steady herself even if she feels ridiculous in needing to.

"Are you..." She falters again, looking back up to him. Is he really real? Is she going crazy? She doesn't know. "Are you OK?"

He looks OK. He looks more than OK, but with Frank she has to ask, even if she rarely gets an honest answer, and it isn't as if she can just walk right into the water and hug him like she wants. Even like this, chest tight and her heart hammering in her ears, she knows that would be a bad idea.

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