Test Drive

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TEST DRIVE MEME

If you'd like to apply to Snowblind and would like to test the waters first or get a sample set up for your application, this meme is for you! We've even provided some prompts for you to use if you want (but feel free to make up your own). Here's how it works. ✭ Reply to this entry with a character you're considering apping into the game. You can include the name of your character and the fandom in your subject line. ✭ Comment around to others on the meme, whether you're in the game already or not. ✭ Now you have a sample ready for your application! ✭ So go reserve and apply when reservations and applications are open. ✭ Seriously, do it. Network Prompts ONE: WAKEY WAKEY You're drawn out of your slumber when your tablet emits an earsplitting SCREECH. No amount of shaking it or hitting it will get it to shut up for five whole minutes, but at the very end it cuts itself off what sounds like a piercing scream. Well, that was weird. Maybe you should check in on the network - someone might have an idea of what that was. Or maybe they'll be just as lost as you are. At least you can all be confused together... TWO: DON'T LET THE BEDBUGS BITE... It's past curfew, and you've been locked in for the night. But for some reason, you just can't manage to get to sleep. Nightmares giving you grief? General insomnia problems? Well, at least you've got the network to keep you company. Maybe you can get someone to tell you a bedtime story. Action Prompts THREE: INCONVENIENCE STORE Congratulations, you've managed to stumble upon the Mallard River Market! But you're not alone. Among the shelves of junk food (just as well-stocked as you would expect from any normal store) you'll find one - or more! - other people there with you. Here's hoping you're not both after the same box of Frosted Toaster Pastries, because things could get ugly fast. Don't linger too long, either; at 7PM, you'll be compelled to leave whether you want to or not and will only have about an hour to find somewhere to take shelter... FOUR: RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN It's late. It's cold. There's a bunch of snow around you and you can sort of make out vague shapes in the distance that might be buildings, but in these conditions it's hard to tell. Regardless of what they are, though, you're going to want to hustle - if it hits 8PM and you're still outside, you're not going to make it through the night. Perhaps that person up ahead can help you? Or - if you're already safe and sound - maybe you should head outside to get that poor soul struggling outside in to shelter before they freeze. Good luck!

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Enjolras | Les Misérables

[starvedorestes]

II.

[ Sleep did not come easily to Enjolras on the best of nights. He was possessed of a restless mind, turning over and over again thoughts of his dearest friends, in their final moments. Had they regret their decisions to follow him? Had they blamed him for their fate? Enjolras did not know. They had made their decisions to stay, of course- but in those last, fleeting moments... had they felt regret?

He turns to his device, not for comfort, or solace, but... for perhaps, a measure of companionship. ]

Good evening, fellow citizens. I had an inquiry, and perhaps, on this cold and dreary winter's night, and I had hoped you might indulge me. Companionship is so important to our lives- a beacon in the darkness. A bright point, when all else seems lost.

For some hours, I have been lingering on thoughts of home. On what I may have done, of what I had wished to do. What I may have changed, if only I could... Of the people whom I miss most, of the memories of kindness. Of strength of character, and heart.

If you could go back, what is the first thing you might do? Who is it that you miss most? And if you could, would you remind them how they matter...

IV.

[ Enjolras had known the bitter cold. In Paris, the nights were long, the wind biting and sharp. Cutting to the quick, numbing to the marrow and relentless in it's pursuit for the endless sleep. To blanket ones actions, ones mind, just as heavily as the snow. It digs into his bones, spreads through him with every shuddering, icy breath.

The hour grows late. The sun already near gone. Enjolras swore beneath his breath, huddling tighter beneath the poor lining of his jacket, hands tucked beneath his arm pits to conserve his fingers. ]

Just a little further. [ He whispered to himself. ] Just a little further...

[ How had it become so late? How had he allowed this to happen- he knew better! The only answer now, is to carry on. Lest he cast off the second chance he had been given. ]

[genome]

[As luck would have it, Cosima's up too. There's something about this place that renders sleep elusive -- probably the deadly cold and omnipresent sense of impending doom.]

The first thing I'd do? I'd go straight to the beach. Sunshine, waves, sand, and the only snow comes in a cone and tastes like raspberry.

[She artfully blatantly ignores his questions about people. She doesn't really want to think about who she misses right now.]

What about you, dude?

[starvedorestes]

In truth... I am not sure that I would know. [ If he returned, those whom he loved most- they would be gone. Died, as he ought to have, before he was pulled into this place. Healed from wounds that no man ought to have survived. ]

Much of what I loved... is lost to me, now. Irrevocably. [ Would he have the strength to rebuild? Would he attempt a second revolution? To bring France to the glory of a republic, at long last? Could he even rally enough support to be listened to? After his first ill-fated attempt? ] The sunshine, though... Bright, and warm, it would be welcome.