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→ 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.

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Prompts

Summer is here, villagers! Sunny skies, warm weather and plenty of weirdness are on the horizon. Don't forget your sunscreen!

THE MILK FOR FREE - Somehow, someway, you have been wrangled into milking one of the GROFFLES recently rounded up by your fellow villagers. Maybe you felt guilty for not helping, or maybe you owe someone scary money. Point is, it's just you, a bucket, and your green milk-giving friend. Just a tip: Groffles are good-natured, but you probably shouldn't squeeze too hard.

LIGHTNING ROD - Earlier today, you made your way into the upper foothills — Were you hunting? Maybe just roaming? — and you came into contact with a BLUE LILY. Maybe you thought it was so pretty you've carried it back to the village with you. If your house didn't have electricity before, it definitely does now!

MEET CUTE - It's a classic: You've gone down into the 6I INN'S dirt-walled root cellar off the kitchen. Maybe you needed supplies or were dropping off some fresh produce. Whatever the case, someone's followed you down for a similar reason... and the door has jammed shut behind them. Seriously, it's not budging. Enjoy getting to know your new best friend in the cozy light of the furnace!

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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It had been his every intention to get up early and head out into the woods alone. Or as alone as he could ever be with Aretha at his side. She isn't Max, but she's still the best dog in the world because she's a dog and she's here with him. Kamala would understand the logic, he knows, so maybe that's what prompts him to go find her. Kosher foods are in much more abundance here, something she must be grateful for when he knows he is on her behalf. It's around 6 AM and Frank appears at her window. She's still sleeping, naturally, and he's still averse to doing anything too loud in this place. Instead he raps his knuckles against the window frame in morse T-I-M-E-T-O-G-E-T-U-P.

Her ears are as sensitive as his so he knows by the time he gets through the phrase she'll at least be conscious, though proably not as up-and-at-'em as the Mayor. But is anyone ever, really? Frank gives a cheery little wave to hammer the point home, dressed in a black hoodie he seems to somehow acquire wherever he goes zipped snugly over his bright teal scrubs. There's a bow and arrow over one shoulder and a backpack over the other. Much less concerned about making noise, his bloodhound sidekick hops up onto the window ledge with her front paws, panting until Kamala notices her too.

He's on the letter M when her eyes open up. There's that tiny stab of panic she still can't shake at first. Kamala turns to the source of the noise. It immediately leaves once she takes a look at that dumb face. She is going to commit the grave sin of murdering him. The angels will understand why and forgive their tiny child who has clearly done nothing wrong in her life. The look she gives him immediately conveys that. It is too early to be up, Mr. Mayor!!!

Then she sees the dog. Her tune changes in an instant. She loves all his stolen dogs as a fellow dog stealer herself. Kamala gets up to grab her hunting boots. Yes, she still defaults to wearing her given clothes as pajamas. Old habits. They're on in record time thanks to all her costume changing antics. She's soon opening the window as quietly as possible. She's still determined to get down by herself all three feet or so down.

She signs jerk at him before starting the process of climbing out. God she misses her powers letting her stretch to the ground quietly.

He just goes on smiling in that obnoxiously disarming way of his, but he knows it won't be his charm that melts her first. Frank puts a hand out like he used to do with Max and Aretha dances around it, still not 100% sold on sign language for dogs. But after a moment she settles and sits, only when she can convince herself it was her idea. Frank hovers close when Kamala climbs down, ready to catch her but knowing she wouldn't want to be babied. The soft sound her boots make when she lands has him blowing out a little breath in defeat. Nothing here is as quiet as it would've been in that quiet place, almost as if the physics of sound were disparate from one universe to the next.

R-E-A-D-Y? he taps into her shoulder when she's on level ground again, already starting to lead the way towards the woods. Aretha hops up from her seat and takes off at a run even while pressing her nose flat to the ground. LET's DO THIS LET'S dO THiS!! She seems excited to finally put her God-given skills to use.

Kamala gives him a helpless look in response. She really hasn't figured out how to be truly soundless here. The problem likely has to do with not knowing how to modify her clothing appropriately and the lack of sand around. Knowing that isn't going to magically teach her how to do it or make her carry around sand bags. She does take some grim satisfaction in the fact that if there were Sound Eaters here she and Frank would be the last two standing.

Kamala nods only after closing the window as much as she can. She turns to Frank and smiles brightly as the dog starts running off towards adventure. Okay, she forgives him for waking her up now. This is too cute. She follows suit though not without signing sleep tomorrow at him first. He better not make this a daily thing!!! Especially since her hair looks like it was attacked by an 80s hair stylist. If he didn't see it so often before, Kamala would actually be embarrassed.

Frank's hair is pretty wild too after months without his characteristically close-cropped style, the stubble he usually sports on his jaw amassing into what could almost be called a beard at this point. The hood keeps his unkempt appearance hidden enough that he isn't too worried about it; and Aretha really is distracting in her own right. He doesn't have to panic when she runs off like that, where Max always had to stay a pace behind him. Frank hopes his dog is happy and safe, wherever he is. Besides, the dog already knows where they're going, leading the way to a trail that heads straight up into the mountains.

Watch for snakes, he reminds her, climbing the rocky path further into the woods.

She doesn't have his skill when it comes to hiding poor appearances. The only reason she's out here is because it's him. Frank isn't all that judgy about her hair. She gently blows a stray lock out of her face as she watches Aretha. Frank isn't worried so neither is she. Instead she follows his warning. Enough time has passed that she knows without a doubt her powers were taken or at least made dormant again. It's disturbing, but she doesn't know how to reverse it. It's not a priority. She isn't like Captain America. She didn't need them to be her alive and healthy.

She can't afford to take chances anymore all the same. I'll be careful. Kamala does her best to stay behind him. It's so much tougher now. She hadn't realized how much she relied unconsciously on her abilities. Kamala is as stubborn as ever. She will keep pace with him until she collapses and not before. You be careful too. Somehow he always ends up more injured than her. He doesn't even have healing powers to rely on like she did.

Test Drive 18

i DO WHAT I WANT

gasp. i'm calling the rp police on you!!!!!!

friends don't give friends over to the LAw

good point. let's be rp vigilantes then.

i though youd never ask

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