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.
Re: Cold Call
There was a very serious chance that this would be a mistake later. That he would regret it. That his lovely fort would be demolished.
That didn’t stop his devil-May-care grin and him selecting one of his larger snowballs. He waited until the man was quite close before flinging a snowball right for the large man’s face.
no subject
One second, Maine's peering at the fort's construction and pondering how long creating it may have taken. The next, he's smacked square in the face by something freezing that explodes on impact, showering him in fresh white powder.
Another person may have stood shock-still or shouted in outrage. Maine does neither. Instead, he hurls himself behind the nearest source of cover — the snow fort itself — like he's in the middle of a firefight. Rolls until he's crouching with his back to the wall, ready to launch himself at his attacker the moment they're exposed. Only then does Maine realize what hit him.
A snowball. Someone threw a fucking snowball at his face.
Florida may well hear the low, irritated growl coming from behind the snow wall. Judging by that sound? It's fucking on.
no subject
Chances were the sound of his voice would be familiar to the man. Chances were Florida was aware of that and counting on the moment of shock as an additional tactical advantage. Because he barely allowed a breath between his voice ringing out and him scrambling up to the unstable second floor for half a moment to drop another snowball over the edge. Bombs work just as well as anything else.