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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

[hawkwhy]

Like "Franklin"? Nice.

[ she tries to wave at the hound, but the little movement threatens to twist her around again so she stops midway.

she winds up just turning her attention to frank instead. ]

So here's the deal. [ she draws out that fancy looking feather from her back pocket and waves it around like a wand. ] I made the mistake of picking up this feather, and now I'm up here. My detective brain's got me thinking there's a link here, but I also don't really want to test letting go of it just in case it does something even weirder. Any ideas?

[oorah]

I guess, yeah.

[ he technically didn't name her. well... a version of him did. whatever. he's listening up now. ]

Sorry if this is forward since we just met and all, but I make a pretty soft landing.

[ if she wants to try dropping it to see if she falls...? ]

[hawkwhy]

[ there's a pause from the floating young woman.

and then her expression softens into something warm. ]

Aww, you're cute.

[ she starts to arrange herself as best as she can up in the air, to make her landing as graceful as possible but

honestly there's only so much she can do. ]

Ready? Letting go in three — two — one —

[ and then she's flicking the feather away, immediately squeezing her eyes shut and tucking her body into a ball and


oh. yep. down she goes. ]

[oorah]

[ frank just nods, though the 'cute' remark is amusing on its own he doesn't respond to it. instead, he makes sure the dog is out of the way and opens out his arms to keep his eyes peeled for wherever she falls. at least there's snow to break her fall but she's pretty high up and he'd rather she not risk an injury if he can help it. she canonballs into his arms and he grunts but manages to lock them around her and draw her up into a princess carry. if bruises is all they get out of that he'll consider them lucky honestly. ] ...Okay? [ belated as he gently sets her down in the snow. ]

[hawkwhy]

[ she flinches upon contact, but it's kind of an understatement to say she's suffered through way worse than this. it's actually kind of a miracle she isn't already covered in bandages and bruises, given the track record of a hawkeye tbh.

but after the initial shock and sting of collision passes and she's righted back on her feet, she straightens up and only slightly sways thanks to all the blood suddenly rushing back to her head now that she's, you know, right-side up and stable. her hand reaches out to grasp his arm as the vertigo passes through her, but once it subsides she's shifting that hold into a grateful pat on the shoulder. ]

Ooh — yeah, thanks. You're real sturdy. [ a lot sturdier than she initially thought. ] Hi. I'm Kate.

[oorah]

[ he snorts, letting her hang on as she needs to, especially since aretha is all over her sniffing the second she's on the ground. ]

Back off. [ an impossibly soft murmur to the dog. ] Let the lady get back on her feet before you knock her off 'em again.

[ and yet affectionate. sturdy, yes. he is that, tipping his head to concede the point. the simply: ]

Frank.

[hawkwhy]

[ kate's laughing though, but maybe that's just because of the "lady" comment. lady. when's the last time someone called her that? ]

She probably smells Lucky on me. [ she stoops down a little so she can dispense some very affectionate and enthusiastic pets. ] Don'tcha, girl? Don'tcha??

[oorah]

[ aretha leans enthusiastically into the attention of course, giving a little howl like she knows exactly what kate said. that gets a laugh from frank in return. ] Lucky's your dog? I miss mine, too. Max. [ all the animals here couldn't make up for how much, though it wouldn't stop him from filling out his house and the small field behind it with them anyway. ]

[hawkwhy]

[ kate doesn't stop giving aretha her much desired and much deserved pets. it offers her a nice excuse to hide the faint grimace on her face. ]

Sort of. [ lucky is technically sort of not really hers, per se... even if she is the one looking after him now.



you know.

after kind of just taking him from his other owner.

but in her defense the owner was (is???) a jerk!

sort of.

it's #complicated.

eventually she's straightening up, hands on her hips, but she keeps her eyes on the bloodhound. ]

She's from here?

[oorah]

Max was only sort of my dog too.

[ he gets how these things can be complicated okay!!! he's pretty nonjudgmental. especially about things having to do with dogs. frank catches up to the question and nods, then realizes she isn't looking at him and clears his throat, stuffing his hands into his pocket and shifting from foot to foot idly in the cold. ]

Yeah, she's a native.

[hawkwhy]

[ that has kate glancing up towards frank, her expression neutral but her blue eyes searching. after a moment, her lips quirk into a faint smile. wry but understanding. solidarity, yo. ]

Well. Nice to know not everything here is terrible.