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→ 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.

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Prompts

1. 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.


2. 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.


3. 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.


4. 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.

Comments

[fooloftheking]

He starts talking and Bobo folds his arms over his chest, one brow twitching as he explains... elaborately... with big words. "And yet slush and pollution man is easily more deadly and as well as frightening," he notes, understanding what he's said. "You spent a lot of money on college, didn't you?"

Though the second explanation he can understand more, smirking as he took a step closer. "Bobo. People call you Frankie or something, don't they?" He so didn't look like a Franklin.

[clouded_heart]

"In fairness, I spoke like this before college. I was a theatre kid." As if that explains everything. "But yes, yes, I did, and I will probably die still in debt if my partner has anything to say about it."

He dusts off his hands, refusing to be cowed. "No. I'm not a Frankie, or a Lin, or a Frannie. My friends call me Foggy." He holds out his hand on reflex to shake.

[fooloftheking]

"Is that code for something? Theatre kid?" He pretty much guesses what that means, but the answer is not nearly as entertaining as asking him to explain it. "What? They the type to spend all your money while you bring home the bacon?"

Maybe he misinterpreted the meaning of partner. Maybe it was intentional. Bobo has made more friends in this place by snark and poking at them than anything else. Well, nearly anything else. He hasn't seen a reason to change that yet.

"I have to say, I wouldn't have guessed that for a million bucks," he says, shaking Foggy's hand with a firm grip. "So do you have plans for the snow army when you're done? Though if they end up scaring one of the nutjobs than wander this place at night, it will probably all be worth it."

[clouded_heart]

"No?" Foggy's a little confused. "It means I was a kid involved with the theatre a lot. And no, Matt's many things, but he's not a big spender. He just tries to take on every pro bono case that's going, which means a lot of payment in pies and stroganoff, and doesn't actually pay back student debt or the power bills."

Partner means so many things and Foggy's had people make that mistake before. It doesn't bother him.

"Plans are mostly the affectation of melting, dismemberment and other trauma. Because of a comic from back home."

[fooloftheking]

"Oh. Huh. Don't think Purgatory had a theatre department." Not to mention how much that kind of thing was looked down upon in his day and age. Definitely not taught in school, that's for sure. Though recognition comes to Bobo, nodding then once. "Got it. Shoulda known the way you talk. Knew a lawyer or two in my day. Apparently talking like that is a universal thing."

Which is amusing, and kind of scary.

That answer makes Bobo straighten, looking down at Foggy curiously. "So you built them to torture them?" Chuckling, he shakes his head in amusement. "You need blood, we have some at the butcher shop stored."

Because helping is good, right?

[clouded_heart]

"I haven't been on stage in years. Court gives me all the drama and performance I need." And he gets to change lives sometimes. "Yeah, it's... almost certainly universal. You get used to talking in a way that can't be wrangled out of. Or wrangled in to."

Foggy choked slightly. "No! They're snowmen, they don't feel. I built them to enact the pathos of the human condition. Or because I thought it would be funny. But I wouldn't use real blood. It'll draw wildlife. And might trigger PTSD in people, and I would rather avoid berserker soldiers fighting off the enemy."

[fooloftheking]

"I feel this is a back in my day moment," he admits, chuckling at a joke that's really only funny to him. "Both about performers and lawyers." And much hadn't changed as far as he could see. At least in how they're treated. "Though I can buy that. I run into it with phrases I'm used to." And that fell out of use a century ago.

"You've been kidnapped to a weird world that gives you powers, has a machine for them, and where there's purple llamas and unicorn creatures called Kirin. You sure they can't feel?"

Come on, Foggy. He might be right.

"So you've already been filled in on the fact that whoever brought us here had a fun time picking up soldiers and mercenaries, huh?"

[clouded_heart]

"I'm sure, since I just made them with my own poorly capable hands. I understand how the rest of it could be reasonably possible, if improbably, generally. Mounds of snow having feelings is a step too far for me, I'm afraid."

Foggy can be relentlessly practical at times. It's how he survived college despite Matt's attempts at breakdowns and his mother's insistence he be a butcher.

"... no? I know one of the guy's here, Frank. I represented him once." He isn't going to divulge the specifics, because he doesn't know this guy and Frank has a right to privacy. "He's a soldier and he has some pretty specific traumas I'd rather not risk."

[fooloftheking]

"So your clothes mysteriously changing into a costume is feasible, but not sentient snowmen? I find that sad you limit yourself that way," Bobo says, tsking softly. "Where does that kind of thinking get you? Other than guilt free from torturing them?"

Okay so it's maybe amusing him a little bit.

"He's not the only one. Lots of trained people here. Makes me wonder what they're planning," he admits, being honest in so much as he's been teasing the man.

[clouded_heart]

"I'm a lawyer, I don't feel guilt." Foggy flashes a smile.

"Hang on, roll back, you said the butcher's. Are you current butcher? Because I actually have skills that need brushing up, but I know a surprising amount about it for a lawyer. My brother's a butcher, my mother wanted me to be one."

[fooloftheking]

"Funny, I know that feeling." Though for entirely different reasons, but he can appreciate that sentiment.

"I'm currently the guy making home in the butcher shop, skinning, butchering and tanning his own kills, and any brought to him," he admits, shrugging. "Was never my occupation, but there was a time when everyone had an idea how to maintain all they needed." Not that he's against modern conveniences, but it benefits him nonetheless to know more than that.

"You should stop by then. I'm working on a smokehouse, though didn't get it done before winter, but we have all that's needed to take care of it all."