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

Daniel hated snowstorms. He'd liked em okay when he was a kid, but when he was a kid, he could go inside. He could warm up next to the radiator and watch his scarf steam up as it dried. He could drink soup or hot chocolate.

He couldn't go inside in Europe. Even if he could have found a building that wasn't bombed, it wouldn't be safe. It'd probably already be occupied, too. So that meant he was almost always bone-deep cold, bone-deep tired, and bone-deep hungry. It had left him with a permanent dislike of heavy snow and cold, even before he'd gotten hit. Crutches in the snow were not a cakewalk.

When he finally made it to the South Village Inn, he headed straight for the giant fireplace. There was someone else in front of it already, but it was a big fireplace. They could share.

It had been a long walk but it was worth it. The fireplace felt wonderful and she had gotten a mug of hot chocolate to keep her company. Leia hadn't expected the snow to hit before she could get home but it had and thankfully she'd found the South Village Inn and it had been a very welcome sight.

She was sipping her hot chocolate and staring into the fire when she heard someone approach. Looking up, she studied the man'a face. She didn't recognize him but that wasn't unusual. There were many people here that she hadn't become acquainted with yet. "Hello," she said wth a smile.

"Ma'am," Daniel greeted her politely, but he was pretty focused on the warm fire for a few seconds. Once he felt less like his nose was gonna fall off, he glanced at her again.

"I wasn't really expecting the snow to come up that fast."

"Neither was I," Leia replied. "I thought I'd be able to get home but it certainly fooled me. I'm grateful that I was this close to some shelter." She smiled. "I'm Leia by the way. Leia Organa." She didn't expect the name to mean anything to him but introducing herself by her full name was habit.

"I've been in some fast-moving storms before, but it's been awhile. Guess I'm not as good at judging them as I was once," he agreed.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Organa. I'm Daniel Sousa."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sousa," she replied with a nod. "I spent some time recently that had snowstorms like this, it wasn't fun." It was the reason that hoth had made such a good base of operations but in the end, they had still been found. "Hopefully it will pass as quickly as it appeared."

"It wouldn't be," he agreed. "Did you at least have somewhere warm to get out of em like this?"

The fire was warming his bones and he was starting to not feel the cold ache of his missing right toes.

"We did," she nodded. "It was a military base so there were bunkers and other buildings but there were places where it wasn't that sturday. We also had rules about no one going out after it got dark but sometimes they did anyway."

Hoth had been abandoned when they'd found it and they'd done the best they could with it. Leia was surprised that they lasted nearly three years before anyone found them.

There are certain faces she's come to anticipate seeing, typically the ones who have been in the village before. Then, there are those who are familiar, and then there's this one. The moment the door opens, she can't truly contain her shock, given that she's stuck herself here to warm up, still not feeling well.

"Daniel?" is her surprised remark, the blanket covering most of her up, including her mouth, which muffles his name. Pushing it down and struggling to dig out, her eyes widen. "You look freezing, how long were you out there?"

He was not gonna laugh at the sight of Peggy buried in a blanket, buried so much so that he didn't even realize it was her until she poked her head out and talked to him. For one thing, he liked his blood on the inside. For another, she looked kind of pitiful and he was sympathetic to that. There'd been a real bad something going around lately.

"I'm not sure," he admitted. "I was walking around, just getting the lay of things, and then the storm blew in. Should have known that grey steel look to the clouds. I saw it often enough in the ETO."

She goes quiet for a moment, not wanting to ever bring up that time unless Daniel wants to talk about it and even then, what is she meant to say? She wasn't in that situation, having been shipped back to New York for a brief mission at that very time.

"Well, get in here and warm up," she coaxes, opening the blanket. "There's plenty of room." And there is, without anyone needing to be improper or forward. The couch and blanket will certainly hold two people, without having to curl up. "Do you want a hand?"

Sharing a blanket with Peggy might be something he'd wanna do, but it wasn't something he was gonna do. He did, however, sit down on the couch next to her. It was sort of stiff because he was still cold, but he tried to hide it. No reason to look like an invalid more than he had to.

"You feeling any better?"

"I'm no longer feverish and feeling as if something has tried to crawl inside my throat to burst out," Peggy notes, though she does still feel weak, unfortunately. There's truly no avoiding that, she suspects. This isn't what she wants to talk about, though.

"And you," she points out. "What were you doing out there without any backup?" she insists. "It's not safe, especially if you're going to be unsteady."

"That's good," he replied, and meant it. He didn't figure Peggy had any more patience with being sick than anyone else. Actually, she probably had less. If she could have stared the germs into leaving, she would have.

"When I started walking, there wasn't a storm," he repeated.

"It would have better if I hadn't caught a plague," is her dry response, seeing as she would have much preferred to simply gone through that bout trying to help others instead of wondering when she would finally stop being sick.

She still can't believe that she's seeing him here, even as awkward as it occasionally is to think about being in the village with both Steve and Daniel, even though there's closure in the latter, at least. "What were you out there for? Before the storm," she clarifies.

"Well, yeah, generally a plague's something you want to avoid. Any plague," he agreed. He had had to tone down his sarcasm a little at the SSR, but Peggy was someone it was a little safer to be sarcastic with, he thought. He didn't know her that well, but she'd reacted well to a few of his more pointed comments about their coworkers. She'd smiled, at least.

"Recon. I'm still trying to get the lay of things here, y'know?"

She hides her smile in the blanket, having missed this familiarity. After all, she has plenty of it with the people from the future, but there's always something removed, something she can't participate in because it's so different.

"And so far?" she prods. She's been there for two years, she's sure she could answer some questions. "What have you found?"

"This place is weird," he said plainly. "That's what I've found. And not just because of the plague, either. I nearly drowned in a fountain just getting here, and it's not getting less weird from there."

Weird was sort of the SSR's department, but he thought this place was weird even by SSR standards.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to fetch you out of it," she apologizes, since Peggy has been trying to do her best to be there, but between the illness and her recuperation, it's been a little difficult for her to maintain that hike out to the bunker. "I would have liked to be there to greet you."

She's smiling at him as she says it, because strange as all this is, having the familiar face of a friend would have been terribly good to see. "Have you met some of the others from the future yet?"

He wasn't sorry about that. He was okay at swimming without his prosthetic, but with it he was just pitiful. It was like having a trash can stuck to the end of his leg and about as useful too. But he wasn't gonna say that. He was doing his best to seem completely normal and not in need of pity.

"Not yet. Is it weird to you that we're simultaneously in the past and the future, kind of?"

"It's strange how comfortable it is, like going back to my childhood," she admits, which isn't something that she's gone around and noisily told a lot of people, but it's the truth. This is very much like going back to when she was little, though far simpler.

"Once you meet Tony, that's the strangest of all," she shares. "He looks and acts so much like his father, which is a touchy subject, from what I've gathered."

Daniel Sousa | Agent Carter (Marvel) | Snow Blind

Leia Organa | Star Wars

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