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Test Drive (December & January)
Test Drive
→ 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:
→ 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.
→ 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.
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.
Dick Grayson | DC Comics
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!
Cold Call
stealborrow 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.
Re: Cold Call
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.
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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.
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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.
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cold callin’
He stops in his tracks and turns in the direction from where the offending ball of snow originated, slowly brushing the remnants of the projectile off his face, which is frozen (ha) in an extremely surly expression. Jason’s mouth purses into an even harder line once he recognizes the culprit behind this minor assault.
“You know,” he deadpans, “you could put someone’s eye out like that.”
Re: cold callin’
"That's only if you put something in the snowball, Jay." Dick tilted his head, letting black hair fall over his forehead for a moment before he pushed it back, and he passed the new snowball from one hand to another.
"I can promise, on my honor, there is nothing in this snowball except good old fashioned frozen water!" And with that he threw the second snowball at him.
network
[ To be fair, Bruce knows the answer to the first question already. It's not a selection that anyone from modern America can fail to know. It's the second question that interests him more, especially coming from this young man in particular. ]
Re: network
You can't tell me you've never had a song stuck in your head before?
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[ Because it sounds a little fake. Or Bruce could just be overly suspicious. #itisamystery ]
Well, yes. Everyone gets songs stuck in their heads. Not everyone serenades an entire village with it.
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Cold Call
Re: Cold Call
"Hey! You've got a good arm, maybe we should be creating a baseball team here!" Leaning down to pick up some more snow, he couldn't help but to call out to her. This was all in good fun, right?
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"If you wanted to team up you shouldn't have declared war!"
She started getting more snowballs ready to fire.
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UN: Dread Pirate Wagner
The screen fills with what appears to be what would happen if you dipped Gar in a vat of indigo dye, though by how the light hits the blue, it's obvious there's some texture there- a very fine fuzz of a fur.]
I think I can do this, ja.
[And so, he throws his best circus-performer-turned-drama-teacher hamtastic best into a Broadway classic- possibly chosen because he already has the accent for it.]
Willkommen! And bienvenue! Welcome! Fremder, étranger, stranger
Glücklich zu sehen, je suis enchante! Happy to see YOU! Bleibe, reste, stay! Willkommen! And bienvenue! Welcome! To cabaret, au cabaret, to cabaret!
[He does not do the full number (possibly thankfully) but does a dramatic bow after the first verse]
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Bravo! Bravissimo! [He grins.] Perfect song to get stuck in your head, you can't go wrong with a Broadway classic!
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It was either that or Call Me Maybe, which I am not sure would have been an upgrade or not.
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Network: video
Re: Network: video
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[And so he does, because who doesn't love the Little Mermaid, okay?]
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un: The Butler Did It
Re: un: The Butler Did It
Maybe? [Hedges a little with it, because no, of course not, he did not think of working of all things to get the song out of his mind. But even if this isn't who he's used to, he can't lie to him.]
No, I didn't. [Sighs.] I don't think that'll work though. Just... might not work.
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[There is was.]
Shoveling all the pathways might keep you busy enough.
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cold call
Hey.
Cass! :D
Hey yourself! You know I had to try at least once! [But he still has one trick up his sleeve: another snowball! Which he tosses at her as fast as he can manage, hoping that maybe she won't duck this one. Eh, one can hope.]
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Won't get another! [ INCOMING, GRAYSON ]
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