sixthiteration | Test Drive (December & January)

→ 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.

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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.

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[ he opens his mouth to say he can make raleigh tea or something before he realizes he's doing that thing again and just opens the fridge to grab the milk. it has a noticeable greenish tinge. honestly, he's used to people staring at him, but this feels different somehow. like recognition he can't reciprocate, but wishes he could. he hates to be on the other side of this equation so when the question comes he has to duck his head over his task, immediately feeling for the other man. ]

Sorry. [ it's deep and heartfelt as he pours a light mixture of milk and coffee before posing: ] Sugar?

[ Oh. Raleigh's expression, which was hesitant to start with, falls further. It's not his buddy. He just nods at the offer of sugar and waits for it to appear, at a loss what to say next. ]

Please.

[ Somehow it's worse that the guy sounds so genuinely apologetic about it, like he's been where Raleigh is now. Which is something worth asking about, honestly. Has this place dragged a lot of people in that were already dragged somewhere else? He'd never even considered that before, despite all the people he met on Reverie Terminal he doesn't recall anyone saying it wasn't their first rodeo. ]

My name's Raleigh. Does this kind of thing happen a lot around here?

[ happy to do something productive, frank dumps some stevia into the drink and stirs it before handing it off. then he's pouring his own cup completely black and drinking from it immediately before he tries to answer. ]

Not a lot, not... statistically anyway. [ he looks like frank, his expressions and mannerisms identical at least in this moment. but his voice is different. it's just as gruff, but hesitant and soft like he's afraid to speak up beyond a decibel just high enough to hear at close proximity. ] But sometimes, yeah. Where were you before?

[ it's a longshot, but maybe it'll sound familiar. frank is very interested in those he calls "world hoppers," like himself. ]

[ Thanks, not-his-Frank. Raleigh takes the mug gratefully. ]

It's going to sound crazy. [ Raleigh warns him as he cups his cold hands around the mug and breathes in the scent of coffee. It's colored a little strange, but he can deal. ] I was on a space station, nobody really knew where we were exactly. It was called Reverie Terminal.

[ He takes a sip of the coffee, feels the heat on his tongue and down his throat and thinks the restlessness will be worth it. ]

Your name's Frank, right? Just checking, there was a guy there who could've been my twin, so.

[ he snorts at that and nods. in some ways, this is easier. if raleigh already knows the basics, he doesn't have to worry. then he's thinking of maine, who isn't so much his twin as a man who looks like he could be his much younger brother in the body of a very tall truck. ]

That actually, uh... Doesn't sound crazy at all.

[ elektra remembers the him from that place and from what little she's told him that frank seemed much better adjusted over all. oh well, what can you do? ]

I was Mayor of a silent village in France. If you made a noise, you got taken apart by horror movie monsters.

[ so no, raleigh. crazy isn't even in his vernacular anymore. ]

The crazy part was the things it did to us. It got in our heads, fucked with our bodies. People started turning into monsters a few weeks ago. I guess I'm lucky to be out of there, but I'm used to monsters. Been fighting them a long time.

[ He doesn't sound like he feels lucky, though. Because he doesn't know where his people are. He hasn't found Mako here yet, doesn't know where the space folk or Frank had vanished to. Things were just nuts. A quiet little village should be a reprieve but it isn't because he's alone.

Raleigh sips his coffee, looking miserable. It feels strange to be telling Frank this all over again when he doesn't even know if things will go the same way, or if he wants them to. What if the other man vanishes like from Reverie? And Frank probably doesn't want to hear about how they were so close, how they'd spar together, how Frank cried on him, how Raleigh taught him to knit. He glances back at the teal scarf, when he thinks of that. ]

I've gotta ask around if anyone has yarn.

[ his eyes widen at that. turning into monsters? in reims they'd speculated... but like so many things here, he wouldn't dare say them aloud. frank nods to accept it all anyway. he's been fighting monsters too, albeit of a different variety. maybe if he manages to hold it together he'll tell raleigh about kilgrave. not that that ever feels like a worthwhile venture in the end. and maybe in turn someday he can hear about their friendship. he thinks he'd like that, actually. the way raleigh is looking at him is expectant, but not like he thinks frank is infallible somehow. he must have done better on reverie, this is 2/2. ]

Observers keep me in it, for now. Used to get whiskey all the time, now I get crates of yarn.

[ he takes a long drink and shakes his head, even as he looks down to see bruno nudging against his leg. someone's up from a nap. frank stoops to scoop the little creature up and lets him nestle into the crook of his arm while he leans against the counter and talks to the other man, drinking from his cup occasionally. ]

Could be worse. Point is, I've got spare. [ he follows raleigh's gaze to the winter gear and nods. ] Got ready made mittens and shit too, I'll set you up with some. [ he even makes knitting needles!!!! you asked the right guy, raleigh. congrats. ]

[ It feels unbalanced, how much he knows about Frank, but Raleigh reminds himself that alternate realities and people coming from different times means there's probably a ton he doesn't know. And they can catch up, if they hit it off here too. Despite his earlier reservations he finds he's already hoping for it, but then Frank mentions the Observers. Wait, really? Raleigh blinks, and before he can think better of it-- ]

But I-- sorry. Uh. [ He should explain. ] Back on the station, I taught that you to knit.

[ Is this an alternate reality thing, or... ]

Somebody beat me to it here?

[ it actually gets a laugh, the rumble from his chest jostling the croc-dog in his arms and earning him a tiny reptillian glare outside of his notice. ]

In Reims, yeah. We had a knitting circle. [ actually raleigh will get a kick out of this (he thinks, he doesn't fucking know him yet!!!) ] The lady who taught me is here and she doesn't know so I'm teachin' her now.

[ so yeah alt realities are fucking weird, but. kind of wonderful sometimes too??? ]

[ Raleigh does grin a little, because of course. At least even here they share a plight, being from somewhere they should know each other but one of them doesn't. ]

Go figure. I learned for physical therapy for my bad arm and just never stopped.

[ He sips his coffee again, feeling like he might be getting used to this catching-Frank-up thing. Since it feels like this is his friend already. But he's now looking at the croc-dog in Frank's arms curiously -- he won't ask what the thing is, because it's obviously a pet and that's rude, Raleigh has manners. All the animals here he's seen so far are sort of... odd. This little guy is no exception. But he likes dogs. Wonders if this Frank had a Max, if he misses him. ]

Who's this?

[ That's better. ]

[ he feels familiar with raleigh too, but when he hears about his arm he thinks maybe he might be a vet. that could be why. ]

Makes sense.

[ little things like this? filling space with unnecessary words? he wasn't doing it even a month ago. frank is getting back to some semblance of himself, little by little. when raleigh asks about the animal though, he lifts him up higher so the other man can get a good look. ]

Bruno. As in "Mars." [ not like he expects raleigh to get the reference, so few people got any of his references he does it just for himself (and kamala) these days. ] He's friendly.

[ like ridiculously so. nothing like the actual chihuahua frank treats him as. ]

That's cute.

[ Raleigh offers the little creature a hand to sniff before he tries to pet it, trying not to look intimidated by all the teeth or think too hard about where an animal like this was created. It strikes of engineering, like the Kaiju. When it nuzzles against his hand he's endeared, though, and strokes his hand warmly down its back. ]

I like the little coat, it's smart -- no fur, in this weather.

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[ he doesn't really "sniff" things like a dog so much as rub his crocodillic nose against raleigh's hand demandingly. he seems v pleased with the attention, closing his eyes in complete trust. ]

Yeah, he's not a big fan of the Wintertime.

[ you can probably guess why... frank shrugs. ]

I've got a sewing machine at my place too, if you want me to do something with those.

[ gesturing to the scrubs raleigh is wearing under his coat. he almost says 'or we can trade for a color if you don't like that one' but AGAIN it's too much. at least he's learned to edit himself some. ]

Is he warm or cold blooded, do you know? I guess warm if he's okay with just a sweater?

[ These species definitely should not be possible to mix, but. Somehow they did. And now that he's up close and petting Bruno the little guy's sort of cute in a weird way. ]

Yeah? They fit me alright, I guess, they're just not very warm. I should've put the overalls on top of them or something but it sounds like soon I'll be making sweaters.

No idea. He loves the Summer, but since it got cold he's been a homebody.

[ frank tries not to take him out for very long, especially not to places that don't have electricity. aka it's as much his child as his normal dogs, maybe more because he can actually fit in his arms. ]

There's some warmer stuff upstairs if you wanna take a look. Anything in the closet's free to take. And come by my house later, I'll hook you up with needles and yarn, gotta see what colors I have left.

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