<li>Cloud-tigers — tiger combos that create crystal-clear impossibilities (specificities in weird combos: Rabid Raccoon Energy Drink)<ul>
<li>January Nail Polish</li>
<li>Michigan moonstones</li>
<li>Black banana sunrise</li>
<li>Dodge Dart dance party</li>
<li>Citicard customer service penguin</li>
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<li>Choose a less familiar character. Three details that should be tigers, three clouds (Tycho):<ul>
<li>Clouds: accent/voice quality, body shape/size, age</li>
<li>Tigers: anxiety, walk, clothing</li>
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<li>Switch clouds and tigers. Choose one new tiger and one new cloud and write a paragraph describing the character (bonus: cloud-tiger):<ul>
<li>Codrin was not tall, and Dear certainly was not — the historian certainly stood taller than it — but every time he was near, Tycho felt that he dwarfed the two. He was tall enough that he could see clear over Codrin’s head, even above those flyaways that graced eir crown, and could easily have rested his chin atop Dear’s or True Name’s head without lifting it at all. “You, who have your head in the clouds and feet on the ground,” he remembered True Name having said about the Bălans, and the phrase had stuck with him. His feet were a steel-toed anchor, and though he towered above the others, he could never name the feeling of being that much closer to his beloved stars.</li>
