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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

"C'mon. Admit it. It had you frightened for a second!" Thor says, putting his hands up back in the air to give an encore his performance. "Eh? Eh??" Both hands go down only for a part of his bundled self to bend out and tap him. An elbow, presumably, though it's hard to tell with so much fiber craft clinging to his imposing form. Without realizing, he's also positioned himself to try and stand between his brother and the wind. There isn't much he can do about the snow at large, but he can at least be a shield for his smaller, weaker, less sustainable brother.

Hehe.

"But then I wouldn't have a coat," he retorts, voice muffled from the scarf. He does think to take the hat off his head - a bright yellow beanie to match the scrubs he'd come in with - and yanks it down over Loki's head. He does shed his coat, but not to give it to his brother - instead, he tugs off one of the two sweaters he's wearing - also bright yellow - tucks it between his knees to allow himself to put his coat back on, and then looks at Loki expectantly. "Arms up."

Of course, Thor could just as easily have given his brother his coat, but ... it's more fun to disrupt the "witch aesthetic" that Loki seems to favor in order to turn him into a knitted banana instead.

"Absolutely beside myself in terror, certainly." His tone is as flat as his expression, carefully crafted resignation creeping into his voice, but the exasperation reflected in his eyes is blunted more than it probably should be. The worst thing he could possibly do is let Thor think he's being discouraged but it's hard to be properly annoyed when he's being nudged good-naturedly by a sentient crafting experiment gone rogue.

Until, at least, Thor tugs an abomination of a hat over his head without warning and Loki is blinded by a garish sea of yellow yarn.

He more annoyed that it's welcome, if he were pressed into true honesty, because certainly the sudden warm protection over his ice bitten ears is better than not having it at all, but that doesn't mean his glare is any less sharp once he pushes up the rim of the hat enough to level it Thor's way.

Arms up, as if he's a child needing help being dressed.

Thor should count himself lucky that Loki's been stripped of his daggers.

"Give me the sweater."

In contrast to Loki's scowl and very clear dagger-death-stare, Thor is grinning very much in the way a Golden Retriever-turned-human might. If he'd had a tail, it'd be wagging with glee.

Part of it is because he knows he's helping his brother, and though they'd said their piece to each other in the elevator on Sakaar, and though Thor had more or less come to grips with letting his brother go, the truth of the matter is is that he'll always care. Thor had meant it when he'd told Loki that he'd thought the world of him. It didn't matter where Loki had come from, or the sorts of troubles he'd gotten into. They were - are - brothers, and as such, Thor takes joy in the ability to help Loki, even in small ways.

And then part of it is, of course, because he's being a complete jerk about going about helping his brother, and there's a definite triumph in that. He easily could've handed over the hat, handed over the coat, handed over whatever else he could manage to spare, but .. this is so much better.

"C'mon, arms up," Thor asks again, holding the sweater up enticingly. "Do you want the sweater or not, brother?"

Test Drive (December & January)

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