The Sixth Iteration (
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.
Cold Call
She's bundled up herself, wearing a collection of hand-made fibers from various members of the village.
"I'd offer to help but I'm afraid I'd just mess it up."
no subject
Brigitte stepped a few feet back, hands on her hips, far enough to allow Anne access to the snowman — and enough distance to survey her handiwork herself. The face on the helmet didn’t look right, but then again, it would always be uncanny and slightly too-inhuman without an actual crusader in it, wouldn’t it. (She tried not to think of that, and of what — or who — was missing.)
no subject
At Brigitte's prompting, Anne takes a moment to consider the snow-armored-individual before her, what kind of pet would he have? Something big and noble.
She finally makes a decision and starts rolling snow for a basic shape and strategically piles it, patting out details. She's not exactly the artistic type, and snow isn't a medium she's used to working with in this degree, but it gets the point across.
"There - how's that for a 'pet'?"
no subject
Brigitte had settled on a nearby log, rubbing her hands inside her gloves to warm up while watching Anne work -- as soon as she recognises what kind of animal is taking shape, though, her face breaks into another grin. There's a twist of something in her chest; nostalgia, homesickness, joy, something.
"Oh, it is excellent. You have no idea how good that choice was. The man who wore armour like this, his sigil was a lion." She absentmindedly pats the lion's head, as if it's an actual big cat preening beneath their touch. "--My sigil too, actually. I've seen you around the village but I don't know if we have been introduced? I'm Brigitte."