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: TIME TO CHECK WEBMD You've found the pharmacy, which is really convenient, since you're not feeling that great. Actually, you're feeling terrible. Maybe you have a fever, maybe you're coughing up blood, maybe you're vomiting... Whatever it is, you should probably try to get some medicine for it. Well, if you can figure out what it is. Maybe someone on the network can help you out? Alternately, you know exactly what you have--but for whatever reason, the medicine here isn't something you can easily understand. You have to choose between a couple of options, and you don't know the difference. Hopefully someone on the network can tell you which will heal you and which will probably kill you. TWO: NOT SO HELPFUL AVATARS Every tablet has the option for a customizable avatar that will talk to you and keep your tablet in order. Maybe you set it up, maybe you never checked it. Either way, it keeps popping up unrequested and being sort of... Odd. Flickering, talking in strange, mechanical voices, offering advice that's unhelpful at best and actively harmful at worst... Maybe it's even telling the entire network some things you've been doing you'd rather everyone didn't know. Time to call tech support. Unfortunately, the best option is other people on the network. Good luck. Action Prompts THREE: SCHOOL DAYS You've ended up in the elementary school. Maybe you're grabbing more food, maybe you're exploring. Either way, this place is creepy; the atmosphere is the sort that gets the hair on the back of your neck rising (potentially metaphorically, if you don't have hair or a neck). It's not long before strange things start happening. The sound of running and screaming children, doors slamming in far off or nearby hallways, pianos playing... What's going on? It's hard to tell what's really happening from what isn't happening. Maybe someone who's also exploring has some idea. FOUR: SUPPLY SCRAMBLE You've just walked into a house, and look, there's fresh fruit sitting right out on the counter! How long has it been since you've had some of that? It'll definitely help provide some much-needed vitamins and maybe it will ward off scurvy and the like. There's even more than one piece! ...And there's more than one person here, too. So, what are you going to do? Are you willing to share, or are you prepared to stab someone over a pear? Time to find out just how badly you want that food.

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malia tate | teen wolf

[animalize]

I ► VIDEO

[ malia was born supernatural. she's not used to being sick; the last time she was, she almost died. so, user name asdfghjkl sends out a video! she sniffles at first, looking sickly and — more importantly — miserable. ]

I feel like I'm gonna die.

[ she coughs. ]

My throat feels weird, and my head is pounding, and I keep having to cough. And I'm tired. All I wanna do is sleep. [ it's horrible!!! ] What am I supposed to do about this?

III ► ACTION

[ the school is creepy, but malia's not one to run away from a challenge. the sounds of children are really unsettling her, though. she'd be unsettled even if she was in a regular elementary school with a bunch of children. they're weird, and she has to be so gentle with them or apparently they'll break. she's walking the halls, peeking into classrooms and seeing a grand total of... nothing, really, but she doesn't plan on giving up yet.

her defenses are up, nervous because she can't smell or hear people coming from far away anymore. she turns the corner and— there's a person there. instinctively, she moves to hit the crap out of them. she punches first, asks questions later. they can try to dodge, but if her hit lands, it's gonna hurt. she might not have super strength anymore, but she's got a mean right hook. ]

( HI YES I'M BACK AGAIN. prose or action is fine, as is choosing your own adventure! )

[rubikscomplex]

[ Perhaps hotstud_xxx doesn't sound like the most professional title for a doctor, but House is used to surfing on porn sites, not playing Web MD. The name is accompanied by a scruffy, bored-looking man. ]

Are you coughing up blood?

[ Please be coughing up blood. If he has to diagnose 'cold' for someone, this is going to be tedious. Winter wasteland, and he's stuck on clinic duty. ]

[animalize]

[ Sorry, hotstud_xxx; it's definitely not professional, and she doesn't believe for a second that this is an actual doctor. No one with that name is anything but an internet perv. Malia might be naive to a lot of things, but this isn't one of them. ]

Does people coughing up blood... [ An awkward pause. ] Excite you? Like, in a sex way.

[rubikscomplex]

[ asdfghjkl has no real room to speak; although, maybe that's the sound she's making when she coughs. That would be interesting. ]

Did I dial the phone sex line? You're hot and all, but bloodplay doesn't do it for me. I'm asking about symptoms. What are you coughing up? Blood? Phlegm? A lung? Give me a color and consistency.

[animalize]

Your username has XXX in it. That means porn.

[ DUH. She's just out here trying to get some help for her sickness, okay, she did not ask for this. ]

Also, I'm eighteen. And you're... old.

[ Aren't you flattered, House??? Anyway, she moves directly on, seemingly unaware that what she's saying is pretty damn tactless. ]

When I cough, there's a little blood. But also green stuff. It's mucus-y, I don't know.

[rubikscomplex]

Or I'm a rum runner with a horse. Thanks for diminishing my profession, Keysmash. You're eighteen, get your mind out of the gutter.

[ Never mind she has exactly the right idea. He's no more tactful, though. ]

Congratulations, anyway. You have pneumonia. You need amoxicillin... or an antiviral if you're unlucky. Probably unlucky.

[animalize]

How do I know if something's an antiviral? Everything here has a weird name like... I don't know, Medipoxinesta or something.

[rubikscomplex]

[ He stares at her for a long moment. ]

Oseltamivir or zanamivir... might be under the names Tamiflu or Relenza. Are you just sounding things out? What kind of shit pronunciation is that? Or are all the meds here from Mexico?

i ; audio

[income]

[This response comes from the... cryptic... username nobody. Maybe it's actually a video response but it's too dark to see anything regardless.]

Deal with it like everyone else.

[Maybe Norfinbury isn't quite as bad as the City, but he's used to this kind of misery, so y'know.]

[animalize]

[ Rude, nobody, but she'll let it go. For now. There's something else more interesting to distract her. ]

Why aren't you showing your face?

[income]

[Calm, collected, and full of himself:]

I don't need to.

[animalize]

Yes, you do. You can't walk around hiding your face from everybody, it's weird.

[income]

[Dismissively, verging on boredom (except if he were truly bored he'd have disconnected by now:)]

Sure I can.

[animalize]

No, you can't.

[ Translation: "Hello, my name is Malia, and I tell everybody what to do." ]

Somebody's gonna run into you eventually. And they're gonna notice they've never seen you before, and you'll look really suspicious.

[income]

Thanks for the warning.

[Nothing but sarcastic, maybe just to try pissing her off for daring to insinuate that he couldn't do something.]

audio;

[flayerhater]

[Would you look at this newfangled device! After about maybe a full fledged minute of uselessly empty blips of sound flickering on and off-- ]

Expert advice which I've similarly given oh so many men back at home! However, you're likely gong to need to give them a bit more incentive to actually listen.

[income]

[Yeah. Rather than be friendly and conversational, he'll focus on that ineptitude (which it totally did not take him hours of screwing with to figure out himself).]

I see you figured out your device.

[flayerhater]

[Oh, you.]

Pardon?

[Suddenly, there's more rattling, some bleeps and bloops. Then a horrendously loud blast of static.

... followed by more gentle rattling.]

Ah--my apologies! You were saying?

[income]

[A blink. Please warn for content next time???????????????]

-- Maybe not.

[What a dick.]

[flayerhater]

[BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP--]

Oh my, it seems I missed that as well--just a moment, friend!

[DAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.
















silence.]

Are you still there?

III

[disapotheosis]

[And swish and dodge, easy as you please. Aizen has nothing of his old power - nothing, it keeps whispering about his head, that knowledge, very much like a sword ghosting close to the skin, and he has not felt even the ghost of a sword in a very long time - but he still has the basis on which he built everything else. Talent, training, and attention. Even in this entirely unfamiliar environment, he has not yet been taken off his guard once.

Well, barring the obvious, of course.

He has retreated a step back, out of Malia's immediate reach, and flicks both hands up, palms out, to show that he means no harm. He looks just eerie enough to fit in with the setting there, tall, straight-backed and utterly calm even with the remains of the old restrains still on him. He'd pretended to be powerless for hundreds of years. Pretending to be powerful is child's play.]

My, you are fast. And very set on hurting someone.

[animalize]

[ When Malia's hit misses, she sways for a moment, thrown off balance by the sheer force behind her throw. It takes a moment of standing still, staring blankly, before what happened really registers. She hadn't even meant to hit him (or try to, anyway). It just happened. Like a reflex, left over from her coyote days, when it was kill or be killed. She's lost and alone here, packless, an omega; the lone wolf is the weakest. Malia can't see or smell or fight like she used to, either, so her nerves are on overdrive to compensate. Punching was just part of that.

Her mouth drops open a little as she meets his gaze with a glassy-eyed expression. ]

I thought you were an evil ghost.

[ In which case, punching wouldn't have worked — but give her some credit, she wasn't in the best state of mind. Still isn't. After a pause, her mouth makes a little 'o' as she draws in her breath like she's just remembered something. ]

...Sorry.

[ That's what she remembered. People usually apologize when they try to hit people. It doesn't sound entirely sincere, more rehearsed than anything else, but it's progress. ]

[disapotheosis]

[Unmoving, Aizen watches her small stumble with keen eyes in which cold assessment is clear. Why hide it? She threw the first punch, even if it missed, surely he is entitled to judge what he might be contending with. Her rattled state is easy to see, and he is an expert in making use of such, but for the moment there is nothing to use it for. It's a very odd feeling.

An evil ghost, indeed. One corner of his mouth quirks up. He would laugh, if he were inclined to such open displays.]

If I were an evil ghost, don't you think that such open hostility would have done you more harm than good? I doubt that you could have hurt such a being.

[He is baiting her, a little, but old habits die hard. The stilted apology goes ignored. He doesn't think she's sorry. He'd have done exactly the same in her position - although of course, he can't really imagine himself in that position to begin with.]

You are, however, correct in that this is ripe ground for lost, corrupted souls. [Being a death god does give you some expertise on these things.]

[animalize]

I don't know, maybe it would've worked. I've never met any ghosts before.

[ They're both equally clueless in this — at least, that's what she thinks. If ghosts were common, she's sure she would have run into one by now, since she's run into almost everything else. Maybe ghosts are corporeal and capable of being punched. It's not that far-fetched. ]

What do you mean, ripe ground?

[disapotheosis]

[Well, that is a useful bit of information. Aizen briefly contemplates pleading ignorance, but loses interest in that idea; it would definitely be more interesting to see her reaction to the truth. If she accepted it, of course, he mostly expects that she wouldn't.]

This is your lucky day, then. [He grins wryly.] As a shinigami, I can assure you that ghosts are not susceptible to punching.

[He lets her chew on that for a moment as he does a slow turn, looking around, taking in the details.]

A place in which so many young lives, experiencing first heights of emotion, were no doubt cruelly cut short by whatever catastrophe had cut short - everything else. [It's actually quite fascinating. Aizen has always had a thing for apocalypses. ] They must be quite frustrated. If not furious.