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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

[championofsnark]

Hawke was much more forward in how she looked at him, although it was appraising more than anything else. In any given situation, Hawke thought about whether or not she had to kill her way out of it, and if that included a person being in the way, so be it. After a long steady gaze, her smile flashed to life, full of mischief and menace. "A pleasure to meet you, Drowned Rat. You are allowed to seek refuge within my stolen house, as long as you don't plan on stealing the best items. They have my name written all over them."

She said steal, but this place was abandoned, so anything left behind was hardly worth taking. It was the principle of the thing. The rogue's way. "Which is Hawke, by the by. With an E at the end." Hawke spelled out the E with the tip of her arrow in the air, wiping the last of the blood off it afterward. He was handsome, she noticed that right away, sighing out loud. "Another beautiful person to add to the buffet in the village. There's only one person here I wouldn't call traditionally attractive, and I'm certain he's handsome for whatever giant tree race he's from." This was an observation she made many times since coming there, and it was far from a complaint. If she had to look at a bunch of strangers, they'd better be painting worthy.

Hawke saw no reason to get up from her comfortable perch, glancing down at the carcass and giving a casual shrug at him. "Sorry about that, I was certain if I left it out there it'd end up buried. Have you seen these little monsters before?" She leaned down, part of her shirt going with it yet still within reasonable modesty, to poke her arrow at its little deer mouth. "It looks so innocent here, but it has vicious teeth on the inside, and it would eat a drowned rat with its little monster friends in a moment."

[vidal]

It was always an unusual tightrope line to walk, running into someone new and sizing each other up for potential threats. But rather than wary assessment and facing each other down over this bare room, Reyes had been content to take his seat, warm up, and try to regain sensation in his hands again. Freezing and exhausted, he was practically past his usual paranoia for once: if his fate was to die at the hands of a pretty brunette during a snowstorm, then so be it.

When she relaxed an iota and gave that description of the village, though, he laughed. “Don’t be so judgmental, friend Hawke. What if giant trees really, really do it for me? I should meet him.” He scrubbed at his face, wiping the melting snow away, where it had crept down the neck of his jacket and chilled his skin. Thawing from his agonising trek outside, he shot an inquisitive look at the beast as she pointed out its sharp teeth. It really had looked like a harmless deer.

“I haven’t seen one of these before, but I’m still new, and getting accustomed. What do you call it? I’ve been learning so many new types of animals, like croc-o-dogs and pea-cats. Apparently looks can be deceiving. At this rate, I predict I’m going to get my face eaten by an adorable kitten.”

[championofsnark]

Hawke laughed out loud, relaxing even more so; she did love anyone with a good sense of humor. Her own was often a blend of gallows and I'll-keep-joking-until-we're-friends variety. "By all means woo the tree, I'm certain his bark is as welcome as his bite in your case." Also puns. Loads of puns. She hadn't met the tree herself, but she would one of these days. As friendly as she was, there weren't enough hours in the day to chatter at each person individually. "There are apparently these occasional parties people put on where you can approach someone. I went to one where they put us in ridiculous clothing." She hated that. Loathed it. "But! There was amazing food and drink."

She spun the arrow in her hand expertly. "I believe they are called chupapacas, which seems like so innocent a name for little nightmares. I have it out for them a bit. They almost chased me down at one point." Hawke could kill one or two, but a whole group, not so much. She hid in a tree for an hour throwing branches at them. Perhaps it was petty to pick them as her chosen hunt because of it, but well, petty was a fairly apt description for her.

"The kittens just make you drunk. Or high. I haven't touched one myself, but I saw other people turned into blissful idiots after stroking one. So if you ever need a great distraction, there you are." Hawke would try one eventually, no doubt, since i was a relatively innocent want to ingest endorphins. Plus she really did like petting things. "There's these big beasts called Groffles, when I have more people I take them out for one of those. Big meat, but they're fairly docile. Also there's these moths that make you forget everything. Really we might all die from the animals alone."

we don't have to keep this going since we have a proper thread, but just had to deliver this bit lol

[vidal]

A snort of delight. “They’ve been named after the chupacabra,” Reyes said, charmed to find this small piece of long-ago Earth and Mexico in so unexpected a place. It’s like a comforting echo of home, a small reminder despite the uncountable distance between there and where he is now. “An old folklore creature. It drinks the blood of animals, typically goats. So this thing is well-named, but also terrifying, now that I think about it.” He nudged the edge of the dead deer with the toe of one boot.

Her descriptions were like a quick whistle-stop tour of fauna and bestiary — and it was both helpful and funny, which was two of his favourite things combined.

“My next goal, as soon as I’ve survived this damned blizzard, is collecting an entire roomful of blissful-idiot kittens. I don’t know about you, but I desperately miss having a private bar.”