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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

[resleeves]

"What? Are you seriously getting your panties in a twist over a fucking snowman?" Kovacs asks, raising an eyebrow. "A fucking snowman. You make a man out of snow. It's not gonna come to fucking life and attack you. But if it did, I think I'd put the money on the snowman."

[pampa]

It literally isn't until Kovacs explains what a snowman even is or how you do it that the rest falls into place. He's scrambling to stand up, nose still bright red though the rest of him has warmed by now. Just in time to wade back into the blizzard, it would seem.

"Hold on," Miller says suddenly, leaving the man's side to take the stairs two-by-two. He comes down just as fast after an audible open-and-shut of a closet. A pair of gloves is launched forcibly at Kovacs' face as Miller fastens his own pair on, tugging down a hat he found lined with animal fur. It's ridiculously cozy, and he already knows he's going to fare better in the weather this time around, fixing the man with a serious stare. "Do we need anything else?" For snowman-building, of course.

[resleeves]

Holy shit, Kovacs isn't sure if he's ever seen Miller move that fast. He's actually a little surprised. And amused as hell but surprised more than anything. He gets to his feet, still a little shell shocked and shakes his head.

"You really wanna go out and make a fucking snowman?" Kovacs isn't going to deny him but he's just making sure that Miller knows what they're about to do.

[pampa]

"Yeah, sabakawala, and you're gonna show me how it's done." He slams his elbow into Kovacs' arm to get him to move.

[resleeves]

"Oh my god, when did you turn into a child?" Kovacs muses but he does start to move, heading to the door and grabbing his coat as he does. "I can't believe I'm about to fucking do this."

Proof that he likes you, Miller.

[pampa]

Does it sound juvenile? Sure. Maybe a little stupid, too. But what else do they have going on?

"Come on, show a poor orphaned Belta what he was missin' out on."

[resleeves]

"I haven't built a snowman since I was a kid," Kovacs says, rolling his eyes but following Miller out the door. "With my sister."

She was a little bit of a sore spot right now but it was nice to remember a better time, a softer time. "Got us away from our parents for a little while."

[pampa]

He smiles at that, though the expression is undeniably wan. If they had snow on Ceres, he's sure Semi and himself would have done this. They did every idiot kid thing known to man at one time or another.

"Sounds like a good exchange." Miller follows Kovacs over to a snow bank where they can start rolling snowballs big enough for two snow guys. He's as quick a study in this as anything else, staying quiet while they work for the most part and only pausing to ask a question or two about what goes where. It helps that the more they move around, the less cold it seems outside. That's a good thing to know, for the future and all.

[resleeves]

"You know, Miller, I'm really fucking shocked this is your thing," Kovacs says but his tone is light. He can't even believe he's helping to build a fucking snowman. What the hell, Miller?

"Hardened cop gets excited for snow? Who the fuck would have thought that?" he asks, smirking. "Guess that inner child of yours was really raring to get out, huh? And look at that, I'm the one bringing it out."

[pampa]

"It's not my thing." Ugh!! He flings some snow at Kovacs, but then realizes... it would be more effective as a ball. Like they just rolled but so it can fit in the palm of his hand. He rolls one and tries it then laughs in delight - which sounds more like a rough and witchy cackle than anything. Okay, maybe it's a little bit his thing.

"You're an asshole. Our guy doesn't even have a face yet. Focus up."

[resleeves]

"Only because it's you am I letting you order me the fuck around for a snowman," Kovacs says, kicking some snow back in Miller's direction. "What the fuck do you want to use for a face? You got any carrots lying around? That's what people typically uses for the fucking noses."

[pampa]

"Carrots?" He wrinkles up his nose as some of the snow comes back on his jacket, making a tinny sound. It's so cool< like rain solidified into projectiles or left to free-float like one man through space. Not like he's ever felt rain either, he's sure that will be for another day. "I think there were some back in the Inn." And that's another thing that's weird: fresh fucking food. He's trying to just tackle these things one at a time.

He studies their sad little man with a hand to his chin. "What else does he need, you think?

[resleeves]

"Fuck if I know," Kovacs says, eyeing the snowman. "Eyes? Mouth? Fucking arms to terrify children? I built maybe one of these things when I was a kid before my father decided we were having too much fun and probably ruined it."

By beating the shit out of one or both of them. His memory's hazy.

"Scarf, if you want him to look like a fucking professor."

[pampa]

"Children are terrified of arms?" Wait, that gives him an idea. Miller goes and hunts down some sticks, breaking them up so he can put one for each arm. One's a little longer but don't judge him!!! Cute snow person. He puts a short stick for the nose then finds some acorns for eyes. Hmmm. He leans back and studies the creature they've made. "I think he's got character."

[resleeves]

"I think he's a fucking snowman," Kovacs says but his voice holds no malice. Just amusement. He peers over at Miller and says, "Give him a name. Can't have character without a fucking name so make it a good one, dipshit."

Name it after someone special.

[pampa]

He laughs, an abrasive noise he cuts off before it can round out. Who's he want to name this stupid thing after? Miller studies it, then decides.

"Dimitri. After my idiot partner on Ceres."

[resleeves]

"I'm sure he'd be honored," Kovacs says, rubbing his hands together. "I'm fucking freezing. I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

[pampa]

"I didn't talk you into shit, you sentimental fuck." Miller shakes his head, one frail hand pushing its bony knuckles into Kovacs' side in a way that can be felt even through his layers and the gloves. "Come on, let's go raid someone's booze." He still hasn't figured out who the moonshine belongs to he found in the kitchen, but once he finds out it's made by a vampire kid who can't even get drunk he won't feel bad about taking it (not like he does now anyway.) He's practically herding the other man back into the Inn, nudging at him ineffectually until they're inside. The sudden heat is like a shock to his system and he laughs even as his nose immediately starts running. God, weather is fucking weird.