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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

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Jumped Up

"It ain't no problem, just toss me a rope to make sure I don't go any higher than the tree line, and I'll be fine," Zinda insists, looking down from the large tree branch she'd accidentally hopped up into. "Honestly, it's pretty neat- nothin' like the real thing, but it's refreshing after havin' my wings clipped bein' here so long."

There. Are. No. Planes. Here. It's been like an itch she can't reach to scratch since she'd been first getting the lay of the land. The feeling of beeing utterly trapped by that land once she'd gotten her footing.

She's not passing an opportunity like this up for some mere concern like safety.

Someone's In the Kitchen With- (Wildcard)

Zinda is finding herself spending more and more time in the kitchen the longer she's here. A depression baby in the Dust Bowl, she'd learned to stretch every scrap of food in the pantry to its limit and pack as many calories into a meal as possible. That last part also helped prettymuch everything she makes taste pretty amazing, in that homey, Southern-fried way meant to get you through a solid day of work.

Like, for instance, the work that goes into making it in the first place. She takes her own meals after the rush, at the table closest to the kitchen, lest something go awry with one of the simmering pots if they fall short-handed.

"Double bacon tomorrow for whoever can get me some bourbon," she calls out to those still milling about.

"If bourbon were that easy to acquire, I likely would have taken up culinary skills a long time ago," a man answered from a table slightly nearer to the fireplace. It was less a matter of cold or comfort, more one of the fact that he tended to take a while to eat and any extra warmth in the air was a few seconds more before the fat and grease in the soup started to congeal.

Reeve did look up at the woman though. Seemed to remember her from when he was in the kitchen the other day getting some tea for himself. Perhaps she had the skill and position to truly promise such a thing. Alas he had no bourbon to give.

Well, share, because he'd rather drink it.

Test Drive (December & January)

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Someone's In The Kitchen With