sixthiteration | Test Drive (December & January)

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→ 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.

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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.

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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.

Hawke wasn't surprised easily, so she had to give him credit. Or she would, once she wiped the snow out of her face. "You sneaky bastard!" He was very lucky he didn't slip on his dismount otherwise she'd probably dump snow in his face before getting a doctor if he broke anything. She had her priorities. She was already thinking abut her revenge. Maybe not today. But soon.

She was in many ways a giant puppy. A wolf puppy, who bared her teeth when necessary, but mostly just wanted to play. That was why she didn't think too much about zigging and zagging and tackling a relative stranger into the snow behind him. She had a brother, once upon a time, and she knew how to handle those. She was taking advantage of the situation to just shovel as much snow as she could at him in the meantime.

Dick laughed, luckily, for him, sticking the flip. He didn't even wobble on the snow, so used to doing this on slush covered rooftops back in Gotham. What he didn't expect, and what ultimately toppled him, was Hawke tackling him into the snow covered ground.

"Oof!" Getting the wind knocked out of him as he went down, he took a deep breath and then picked up some of the snow that she shoveled on him and threw it back at her, trying to ground some into her hair.

Dick might not have grown up with siblings, not at first, anyway, but he was always the older brother. Always having fun with the other person, but still respectful, still careful to not hurt them. This was supposed to be fun, and he was going to keep it fun.

"I give up, I give up!" He said after a little bit longer, laughing and sputtering as he tried to get snow out of his face.

Hawke was the oldest of three, and both of her siblings were slightly (mostly) more responsible than she was. She tried to be an overprotective big sister in her own way, but usually failed at it. Devastatingly so, in one case. It was obvious she was all about the fun too, because the moment he gave up, she stopped. She shined a smile at him, winking. "You're bloody right you do." She wasn't a sore winner. She got to her feet and offered him a hand up. She looked a fright now, dark hair loose and partly threaded with snow, nose and cheeks pink, but the glimmer of humor in her eyes was there.

"I would chastise you for throwing snowballs at people you don't know well, but it's absolutely what I would be doing." She was born a troll and she died a troll. And was born again, sort of! "Another idea is figuring out where people live, standing on top of their houses, and just pushing the snow off the top onto their heads when they walk out." Hawke snickered. "Only the people we know, probably. Someone might get territorial otherwise."

Taking the offer hand, he hauled himself off out of the snow and grinned at her. He couldn't help but notice that she was rather pretty, and looked cute covered in snow. What? He was a guy, sometimes you couldn't help but notice these things, but it went through his head pretty quickly before getting out like a light being turned on and off.

He didn't look so great himself, black hair tousled every which way, face pink from the cold, but he was still grinning. Running fingers through his hair, he slicked it back as his hand came back wet.

"What can I say? The snow brings out the not so inner child in me." Dick laughed. "That sounds great though. Burying people in snow when they walk outside, taking them by surprise? I like it." He nodded.

"Only the people we know, though. Agreed full-heartedly on that!"

Hawke always appreciated a good looking man, and he was certainly one of those. "A village of beautiful people, I swear," she murmured to herself. She had been saying this since she got there. The majority of people there were unusually attractive. She just assumed their overlords/gods/what have you wanted eye candy while they watched. She would do the same were she in their shoes.

"My father used his magic when we were little, to make it snow as a treat. It's fun up until the time someone does it as a prank and sticks ice down the back of your pants. Or into your bed. Or freezes the lake when you're jumping into it." Not her father, obviously, that was a sibling sort of emphasis. Bethany was in general not much of a mischief maker, so Carver had to be behind all of those ideas. They didn't have a whole lot to laugh about back then, so they used what they could.

"What's your name, pretty boy?" She said, focusing back on the subject at hand and not memory lane.

This was a village of beautiful people, Dick whole-heartedly agreed. Which was ridiculous, really, but who was he to complain? Maybe he was just used to being surrounded by beautiful people, though. He'd hung out with beautiful aliens, and girls, and guys, and did he mention aliens already? Maybe it was a superhero thing, you had to be ridiculously good looking at the same time.

"Your father had magic? Does that mean you have magic?" Asks, unable to contain the child like wonder at that. Just because he grew up around people with superpowers and such didn't mean it was never cool. It was always, always always always, cool.

"My name? Dick Grayson, at your service." Dick gave her the patented Grayson winning smile. "What's your's, Ms. Kicked My Ass at Snow Fighting?"

Hawke smiled because that was bloody cute, and maybe for a moment wished she could say yes. "Nah, not me. My little sister Bethany. Unfortunately I got the looks and charm in the family, and she got the powers." There's no Bethany around to argue with her, which was a real shame, but it was what it was. She plucked snow out of her hair and she had none of the same wonder in her when it comes to magic. Too many mages in her life. But she did remember being a child and watching her father make snow.

That was one hell of a winning smile. "I'm Marian Hawke, I go only by Hawke, it has an E at an end, and I swear I will try my absolute best not to be a teenager and come up with an outrageous amount of dick jokes. I hope you understand the restraint this requires." Hawke had her own version of childishness, and that was right up there on the list. There were so many jokes! So little time!

"Between you and me, I got all the looks and charm in my family too, so I'd say we're on equal footing." That wasn't true, of course, because every single person in the Batfamily was downright gorgeous, and so he's joking. But Dick had more natural charm then most, whereas they're all (okay, not all, but most of them) are good with the manufactured charm. Still, he'd change some of that for some cool magic powers some days.

She had one hell of a smile, too. "I can promise you, I've heard them all, so if you can come up with a dick joke that I haven't heard of? I am ready to hear it!" Dick laughed. He'd learned to take the jokes with his name in stride. He hated going by Richard, and he'd once gone by 'Rich', but it didn't suit him. So Dick's dick jokes is what he had to live with.

"Feel like getting something hot to drink?" Smooth right there is what that was.

"Oh, darling, I could write a book of them for you. If my crew was here it'd be about an hour of innuendo. At least." They all had bawdy senses of humor, and she loved them for that. Merrill was the only one a bit shy about it, but she eventually started to warm up. Hawke wondered where she was now. Somewhere safe hopefully. At least he could laugh about it. Hawke appreciated a man with a good sense of humor, especially when it was self-deprecating.

Hawke grinned at him, crossing arms against her chest. He was younger, but not by much, and really, why not. He seemed like someone worth hearing a bit more about. "I always feel like getting something hot." She did warn him about the innuendo, dick jokes or not. She winked. "Sure, although I'd love it if they had some warm alcoholic cider here like they did back home. Alas."

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