sixthiteration | Test Drive (December & January)

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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.

→ 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

It is cold. Not Tromsø cold, thank god, but it's kind of hard to be effectively grateful for the difference when you're 5'3" and trying to not be knocked over by actual, sideways snow blowing in your face. There isn't ice on Jane's eyelashes yet, and that's about the only positive she can give her current situation.

There's a dark, slender figure up ahead, and Jane's nearly closed the distance between them before she confirms it's not a tree but a man, hunched like herself against the wind.

"Hey!" she calls out from behind the shirt she'd wrapped around her face in lieu of a scarf. The visibility out here is terrible, and confirmation she's not, say, wandering out of town instead of to the inn would be nice. Crunching through the snow, huddled beneath her too-thin pea coat, she opens her mouth to speak again and then falters, the man's familiar profile swimming out of the flurries.

"Oh," she huffs out instead, clear disappointment in her voice.

It occurs to him much too late that he's no where near clothed properly for these kind of conditions. He feels equal parts foolish and furious, because while the ways to protect oneself from the elements should be common knowledge, Loki can hardly be blamed for the errors he makes when forced to learn those lessons for the first time without warning. He's been wrong-footed since he arrived, his frustrations simmering hotly just under the thin(remarkably thin, and only wearing thinner) guise that he's handling any of this well, and being caught out alone in the middle of a damned blizzard isn't doing what scraps of moral he has left any favors.

It's almost a relief, then, to hear the voice of another just barely creeping up over the wind and the snow. Surely there is some kind of safety in numbers, even here, and he thinks perhaps it might be someone he knows as he turns towards the figure making its way to him through the mess around him.

He's right, of course, but not exactly in the way he expected. Oh, indeed.

"Jane Foster." His brother's...well. He's not sure it matters here. He wonders briefly if Thor is aware of her presence.

This isn't the right place for this, caught in the middle of a storm and freezing all the way down to his bones, but-- "I see neither time nor location has improved your ability to deliver a proper greeting."

Test Drive (December & January)

Snow Blind

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