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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

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

Snow Blind

[vidal]

“You know, you’re all far more forgiving than I would be,” Reyes muses aloud. Back in Omega or Kadara, barging into a stranger’s apartment would likely give him a blaster to the face for his trouble, but he’s learnt that the weapons here are cruder — death can’t come at the twitch of a finger anymore. He supposes that’s meant to be a blessing.

“But, my apologies! I didn’t really have anywhere else to go. My names is Reyes. I’m new here, and it would be dreadfully embarrassing if everyone woke up tomorrow to find my body frozen in a ditch. I just need somewhere to thaw out, if that’s alright? I promise you that you have a spear and I don’t. I’m unarmed, and rather helpless.” A fact that had ground on his nerves hopelessly. He missed his pistols.

He’s talkative, this stranger, but there is a despondent cast to the way he’s shivering in that doorway, covered in snow dripping off his nose and melting into his eyes.

[to_defend]

He is talkative, and in counterpoint 7 listens quietly and without much movement, But, it is a rather sad sight and she's not about to let anyone die out in the snow without good reason.

With good reason and she'd certainly help them along.

She motions for him to follow and turns back to the fire, still holding her spear as she collects her mug and pushes the blanket out of the way of the spill with her foot.

"Just, you know, close the door behind you." She wanders to the kitchen to put on more tea, and pull out a bowl for Reyes (she only has the one mug). "You can call me 7. You're new, I take it? I haven't been out much, because of the weather."

One reason for her enthusiastic welcome.

[vidal]

“A wise choice, 7. And that is Seven? Like the number?” He’s come across stranger pseudonyms — people liked to reinvent themselves when crossing to a new galaxy — so it isn’t too far-fetched as far as things go. Shutting the door and pulling up a chair to the fire, Reyes is practically out of his seat and half-hovering in the grate, hands heating gently in front of the flames, by the time she returns with a bowl of tea.

A slight flicker of surprise reaches his eyes. “You are exceptionally kind,” Reyes says, and that particular compliment might even be genuine. He settles back into the chair and nurses the bowl close to his chest, enjoying it more for its warmth than anything else. “And I… am hopelessly new, yes. Was it so obvious?”

[to_defend]

"It is the number, yes." As much the shape of it as the sound. She hands him his bowl and settles down on the hearth herself, pulling the blanket back to tuck around her shoulders.

"You could say I learned it from the others here." Not to say she would have kicked him out if this had happened when she had first arrived, but her experiences had allowed her to open up and relax around humans.

"Well, you don't look familiar, so that's certainly part of it."

[vidal]

“I’m still not used to living in such a small community, where people can spot each other based on so little a thing,” he admits, sipping at the tea and letting it warm his bones. Even with a limited number of passengers to Andromeda, even with Reyes’ stubborn attempts to assemble the manifest and pin names and identities to every single person who passed through his port of call, there had been too many strangers to keep track of. Even too many aliens flocking through. The intimacy of these villages is a far cry from it.

“Is this what small-town living is supposed to feel like, do you think? Or, was like.” Time is a nebulous concept here; looking around at the rustic little cabin that 7’s taken up residence in, it honestly feels like he’s stepped into a time machine and emerged a few hundred years before his era.