sixthiteration | Test Drive (December & January)

→ 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.

→ Write LOGS or NETWORK 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.

→ Character want ads are here.

Prompts

SNOW BLIND - It's snowing, a lot, and pristine landscape though it might create, it also brings plenty of problems, especially when you live in an Edwardian-style village with a serious lack of snow shovels. It's currently blizzard conditions and visibility is nil — Maybe you gave in and ducked into the nearest house for temporary shelter, and discover someone else had the same idea (or just lives there, oops). Maybe you're stubborn enough to still be out in it, struggling against the wind and snow. Or maybe you've tromped into the South Village Inn like a human popsicle, and are just hoping you don't lose any fingers before you make it to the fireplace.

JUMPED-UP - Winter's here, which means it's the perfect time for an expedition to warmer, southern climes. You've joined a group following the river all the way down to the far southern beach, for fun and for science. On this latest break in your journey, you've spotted a large, jewel-colored feather and picked it up, maybe as a specimen to bring back or just a feather for your cap. Turns out it's an archaeopteryx feather, and you're now, well... let's call it a little gravity-challenged. Not a bad benefit once you figure out how to control it.

COLD CALL - The snow has slacked off, leaving behind a winter wonderland. Sure, there's plenty to do, but after being cooped up inside for days, most people won't blame you for a morale-booster — That is, unless your way of starting a snowball fight is to pop up and throw them at unsuspecting passers-by. Making a snow man or snow angels might come with a little less retribution, but you do you.

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, 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 in your SUBJECT LINE.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Jumped Up

Dick had always felt more comfortable in the air. Or on his hands. Or anywhere that wasn't on two feet and doing nothing but just standing around and waiting for things to happen to you. He was the kind of guy who liked to do things, not wait for them to take place. Which was why flying through the air with the greatest of ease had always suited him, from when he was a kid, to the man he was now.

"I'll pay real money for you to find a long straw and a bottle of water!" Calls out from where he's sort of floating near the ceiling. Which is what he's doing, he's flying, sort of. Floating near the ceiling. He's also upside down, because that's how Dick rolls sometimes.

Who knew that having a feather was going to make you do something you'd wanted to do ever since you were a little kid? And here he was, flying. Really flying, like Superman, not just throwing himself off a building and into another one. Dick had always wanted to fly, he'd just expected there to be... some other things that went along with it.

Cold Call

Snow days were the best. The snow in Gotham was never really that white, pristine kind of snow that was great for snow balls and sledding. No, it was always grey, kind of sludgey. Turned to slush really quickly, with lots of cars driving through it and making it turn gross.

And forget about going out and doing fun things in it! Like sledding, and snow balls, and did he mention sledding and snow balls? Because Dick might be a grown man, but he was a little kid at heart and always would be. So of course, he was going to be throwing snow balls at people as they passed by.

Prepared to be stealthily snowballed! Dick picked up some snow, rolled it into an almost perfect ball, took very careful aim, and fired at the first unsuspecting person that he saw.

Network: Video

[Dick starts first humming a song, and then full on singing it.] At first I was afraid I was petrified thought that I could never live without you by my side-- quick, sing me a song and help me get this one out of my head! I beg of you, I'll do anything to get this song out of my head right now!

Hawke's feelings about this snow ranged from this is fun! to fuck this I'm hibernating. She was actually in the latter mood when she was walking in one of the bigger coats she managed to ~~steal~~ borrow awhile back. It's cold, she can't easily shoot her bow and arrow at the moment, and she knew she'd better turn this mood right around if they need a hunt again soon. It was the slush that really bothered her, and alright, this wasn't that, but it was still more than she bargained for.

When she got hit by the snowball, she full out gasped because how dare you. The shock wore off after a few seconds, dark eyes narrowing as she went looking for the culprit. The rage burned in her for a few minutes ... and then she grinned. Well fine. If that's how you want it. "You're going to regret that, you twat!" Hawke swept a hand down to snatch up snow and roll it up, and considering she was an expert markswoman and had an eagle eye, she knocked the snowball out at him with an impressive amount of speed.

Her cackle could be heard from a distance as she went running for some kind of covering, grabbing snow as she went.

Now this is the kind of thing that he missed from traveling as a kid. They didn't tend to stay much in places when it got cold enough to snow; wasn't good for the animals and all that. And not too many people wanted to go out and freeze their ass off in a tent, even if it was for entertainment.

So snow was always magical and fun, when he was a kid, and that's what it could be, here. It was his first snowfall in this place, and he was planning on making the most of it while he could. "Bring it on!" Laughing when he was hit expertly by the snowball, he shook snow out of his black hair and went running for cover as well, scooping up snow as he looked for his quarry.

There she was. Taking a moment to aim, he snapped one off, and then immediately went for more snow. If he couldn't get her with accuracy, he could get her with a deluge of snow.

Hawke doesn't have much experience with snow. If she went outside Kirkwall more often she might have, but she spent most of her time there and it only got cold and dirty. Still, there was nothing fun in the world that she couldn't grab onto and find a way to enjoy. It was a good reminder that getting grumpy and thinking only about hunting and supplies was so drab. Who was she turning into? Altair?

She shrieked when he got her with one, giggling like she was ten years old again and backing up as she kept throwing snowballs and sometimes just big handfuls of snow at him. She wasn't going to show her back again, some of her rogue skills were applicable. What a terrible stealth expert she was proving to be. Every one of her snowballs seemed remarkably on target though, for all that she was haphazardly tossing them.

Hawke saw a fairly decent big pile of snow and darted for it. It could make many of those easily! She set her heels back to stop and slid head first into it. At first there was just a big hole in the snowbank, and then a series of snickers could be heard. She was sincerely tossed into it, but now she was making a little stockpile of snowballs so if he came looking, she'd be ready to throw them up.

He wasn't sure if all of his snowballs were hitting their marks, but he knew he was definitely getting hit with a ton of snow. And it was becoming a problem, because he was just becoming covered with it. There was snow in his hair, snow on his clothes. He wasn't going to survive this if he didn't do something drastic.

So when he saw that she was behind a snowbank, he set out to make his move. Stealthily, or as stealthily as he could, he quickly made his way towards where she was hiding out. Armed with a couple of snowballs himself, Dick used all of the training ever given to him by his parents and Bruce, and back flipped over the snowbank.

"Got you!" He yelled, pelting Hawke with the snowballs as fast as he could, just so he wouldn't get hit with them instead.

Dick Grayson | DC Comics

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cold callin’

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UN: Dread Pirate Wagner

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Network: video

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un: The Butler Did It

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Cass! :D

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