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sixthiteration) wrote2018-11-28 05:44 pm
sixthiteration) wrote2018-11-28 05:44 pm
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Test Drive (December & January)
Test Drive
→ 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:
→ 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.
→ 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.
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.
Rumpelstiltskin | Once Upon a Time
You call this a blizzard? Get on Maine's level, mysterious kidnapping island.
Mr. Gold may be seen as a black shape in an ocean of white, barely visible but dark enough to probably be spotted before plowing into him. The depth of the snow, plus the presence of a cane to help him walk means he's moving slower than most shapes braving the weather today, but he's sufficiently bundled, a heavy long coat, scarf around his neck and tucked up over his nose -- and he is seeking a warm place to take shelter. Likely, he is headed for the Inn. He doesn't feel like beefing over turf.
[COLD CALL]
Gold went down almost instantly, no time even to scrabble dignity-free for balance. A little icy patch on the walk that looked less slippery than it actually was, and he would have caught himself if it hadn't gotten both his foot and the cane he was leaning on in one undignified swoop -- that also came with the alarming sound of something snapping. Up his legs went, and he landed on his back in an undignified, snow-crunch flump in the drift just off the walk.
Long before he ever accepted the dagger and became the Dark One, he had been walking with a cane, and even before that, he'd taken his share of tumbles on icy days. This would never change, no matter what sort of man he became with each new age, nor would the humiliation that came of it -- first in front of villagers who thought nothing of him because of his father, then villagers who thought nothing of him because of who he was, then denizens of Storybrooke still too afraid of their landlord to laugh when he took a fall they probably thought he richly deserved. With it was usually the certainty he could pick himself up again, of course -- often with the assurance that no one was going to help him, and suspect those that would.
So too it was, now, though the snap gave him pause, and while he felt no pain -- no twisted ankle, thankfully -- he lifted his cane and winced.
Broken. Almost clean in half.
"Of course."
[NETWORK - Video]
[ If anyone hovers to see his real name, it merely reads: M. Gold. ]
I may require the services of a craftsman.
[ While he's mostly held together, there's a little tension in his voice, in the way his jaw is set. ]
UN: Sam Skywalker
Could you be a little more specific there?
What kind of "craftsman" are you looking for?
UN: spindles
A cane.
I need cane.
no subject
[Interesting. She's never encountered something like that before in the clown rodeo.]
Well, I could probably manage a cane for you.
no subject
I haven't been here long, and I haven't much yet to offer in trade. However, I can cook, sew, and make textiles with the right equipment, to start.
no subject
[Not like she can eat, anyway.]
Got a name? Your bio is weird.
no subject
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How about just "Gold?" "Goldfinger?" "Goldilocks?" "Solid Gold Dancer?"
no subject
Gold will suffice, since neither my fingers, my hair, nor my dancing skills -- since I need a cane -- are themselves golden.
no subject
I'm Sam. Local vintner and all-around obnoxious bitch. At least according to the girls from my old high school.
I'd say welcome to the clown rodeo but...that feels vulgar.
no subject
I think we're past that, really.
You will take nothing in trade?
no subject
S'okay. We're pretty much kibbutz-culture here.
no subject
Lovely. I ah, can't really do much of anything until I have that in hand. I have the broken one if that will help with modeling and measurements.
no subject
I'm no good with broken things.
[She has too many of her own.]
no subject
He's hauling a load of firewood to the inn when he sees his father slip and fall onto the ground. He doesn't know what he can do to help (he's far from a healer) or if help is even required, but that's not what matters right now. He drops the firewood and hurries over to where his father fell. "Papa?"
no subject
Well, there were worse people to see him take a fall, he supposed.
"Hello, Neal," he breathed, closing his eyes. "Did that look as terrible as it felt?"
no subject
He crouches down next to Gold and offers his hand. "Can you get up?"