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: TURN AROUND It's after lockdown, but not early enough to go to sleep. You've got everything sorted out, and now you're bored. Time to video chat on the network! Everything's fine from where you are... But unfortunately, there's something behind you. Something humanoid and creeping closer inch by inch, trying to sneak up on you without you noticing. Maybe the person you're talking to will let you know about that. The only problem? If you do turn around to look, you won't be able to see it. If your tablet friend can convince you to move to a different room and close the door, everything will be fine. If they can't, well, they'll be watching you get dragged off into the darkness before too long. TWO: CAUGHT ON FILM Normally, this doesn't happen. In fact, normally it never happens. However, something has gone a bit wrong today, and the tablets are turning on and off by themselves. This makes for some pretty disjointed conversations, with people popping in and out at the worst times. And, of course, someone might see you doing something you'd prefer they didn't see. NOTE: Please don't post anything sexual in regards to this prompt. While in-game the network doesn't allow for accidental posts, we thought you guys could have fun with it here! Action Prompts THREE: HORROR HOSPITAL After a long trek through the ice tunnels, you've finally reached the hospital! You've just stepped inside to see what there is to see... And the door locks behind you. Looks like it's curfew, and guess where you're spending the night? The atmosphere is oppressive and the tablets don't work quite right, but this is probably better than being outside. Maybe you'll have some company with you? And there are probably beds somewhere. FOUR: OKAY GUYS QUICK POLL You've run into some good luck--you've just found a blanket! It's soft and warm and if you fold it right, you're sure it will fit into your backpack. You're sure, but you can't tell, because it's already stuffed full of things. You're going to have to pick and choose what should stay and what should go... But hey, there are other people around! Maybe they can help you sort out your supplies! Maybe you can give them some of the stuff you can't carry! Maybe you can steal their backpack so you can carry more! The options are endless!

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Rhys | Tales from the Borderlands

[headjacked]

one;

[ So, for once in what seems like an eternity, nothing is trying to kill him. This is excellent. It -- it's still freezing, but that's something he's... not getting used to, no, but able to handle without complaining.

Well. Without complaining nonstop. ]

So. Tired.

But. Can't sleep.

[ He rubs his face with his flesh hand, having learned long ago that touching skin with the metallic one in these temperatures is an awful idea. ]

Does anyone have -- I dunno, some kind of advice?

[ Another rub. At the same time, something seems to stir behind him. Hardly noticeable, but there. ]

Don't tell me to count sheep, that's -- that's just cliche. And not helpful.

three;

[ When the doors lock, Rhys' first instict is to throw himself against them. They barely budge.

This is, of course, Jack's cue to 1) appear and 2) throw his head back and laugh. "Did -- did you really think that was gonna do it? And what were you gonna do when you got back out -- build yourself an igloo? I mean, don't get me wrong, that would be quality entertainment, but Rhysie. Rhys. C'mon, enlighten me."

During the taunt, Rhys has picked himself up and is leaning back against the doors, eyes trained on the ceiling. A headache is building in one temple. ]

Not helping.

[ Rhys shrugs his backpack up and stalks off, shoulders hunched. He's off to find somewhere to camp out and, by the looks of it, he has a lot of rooms to choose from. He just wishes it wasn't a creepy hospital. That is just begging for trouble. ]

one | @goincommando; video

[dahlefficiency]

You could try not whining about it. Just sayin'.

[Yes, he's being an asshole, but this place makes Axton incredibly grumpy. Hyperion dweebs complaining on the network don't improve his mood one tiny little bit.]

You shouldn't be sleeping anyway. There's something behind you.

video

[headjacked]

[ He only acknowledges the Vault Hunter's sass with a look. One that morphs into incredulity. ]

Yeah, nice try. I'm not falling for that.

vdeo

[dahlefficiency]

[Ugh, those Hyperion looks. G R O S S.]

Hey, that's fine. Means I'll get to watch when whatever the hell that is rips you to shreds. Not really my cup of tea, but in a dump like this you take what entertainment you can get.

veo

[headjacked]

[ Well, Axton doesn't have to deal with it for long. The look melts away and is replaced by mild concern. ]

...well, when you put it like that.

[ Better safe than massacred on video. He casts a glance over his shoulder and... ...sees absolutely nothing.

Friggen' Vault Hunter. ]

Okay, ha-ha. You made me look. Satisfied?

vo

[dahlefficiency]

Wait, what? Are you serious?

[Is the guy trying to mess with him now? Who sees a spooky shadow monster behind them and pretends it's not there? Would even Hyperion hire such an asshole? Who are we kidding Hyperion is nothing but assholes.]

three!

[maskintape]

[ With his regular need for pills, the hospital has quickly become one of Tim's most frequent destinations. It's never pleasant spending the night there, but at least it's gotten him used to the kind of noises and bumps can be heard there as a matter of routine. Creepy noises, pipes clanking and the occasional unidentifiable creak? Normal. A thump at the door followed by 'not helping?'

YEAH, DEFINITELY LESS SO. There's someone here, and with the creepy atmosphere of the hospital making Tim even more paranoid than usual? He's not exactly in a hurry to engage. He peers out of the room he's in, looking towards the figure at the entryway, then ducks back. Yeah. Definitely not anyone he knows.

He grabs for the nearest loose object - an empty first aid box - and flings it down the hallway. Classic distraction technique. Flawless. This should buy him some time to investigate! ]

[headjacked]

[ Rhys jumps and makes an undignified noise, somewhere between a scream and a shriek. He slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle it.

The noise doesn't seem to startle Jack at all. He just jerks his head in the direction of the sound and raises a holographic eyebrow. It's a wordless dare.

After collecting himself, Rhys rummages around for something to defend himself with. He comes up with -- a pen. ]

...don't look at me like that. [ WHISPER!! ] It - it's better than nothing.

[ "That's not what I was judging, pal. I could do some seriously gnarly stuff with a pen. You, on the other hand..."

Rhys shakes his head and goes to investigate the source of the noise. He creeps down the hallway, hugging the wall, pen clutched in his one hand while the other provides a soft light. ]

[maskintape]

[ From the other end of the hallway, Tim is boggling just a little. The stranger - the cyborg flashlight hand stranger - seems a lot less like a potential threat already. What with the overreaction to the noise. And the choice of weapon. And the fact that he's talking to himself.

Okay, he's crazy. Tim can deal with crazy. Tim is pretty crazy. He almost calls out to the figure, decides that would probably only startle him, and instead decides to just jog over and tap the guy on the shoulder.

Which he does.

I mean it isn't like Robo McStartlebutt might be too busy listening to something else to hear Tim's footsteps, right ]

[headjacked]

[ Mr. Roboto isn't exactly listening to Jack. Not actively. But the guy is hard to tune out. He's going on and on about the best place to stab someone with a pen at close quarters. A crash course for the wimpy meatbag he's stuck with.

Rhys is in the middle of shushing him, because he's trying to concentrate, dammit, when he feels the fingers on his shoulder. To his credit, he doesn't yelp again, but that's only because the sound gets stuck in his throat.

Instead, he whirls around, raises the pen, and



whips it at Tim's face.

Jack's disappointment knows no bounds. ]

[maskintape]

[ The deadly missile hits Tim square in the nose. THERE ARE NO SURVIVORS.

Or okay no Tim just kind of wrinkles his face up a little and blinks and offers fucking C3PO over there the most judging look in the entire goddamn world. ]

You... you dropped your pen.

[ He crouches down to retrieve it, straightens back up and offers it bacoh my god this guy has a tie tucked into his pants. It is a tie. It is tucked into his pants. Actual Hobo Jumberjack Tim Wright feels like he is genuinely in a position to judge someone else's fashion choices right now, because that is a tie and it is tucked into the waistband of the guy's fucking pants. ]

I was - I was just going to say, uh, you don't wanna go that way. It leads to the morgue, so.

[ Also I don't know if you've noticed, my good man, but you're wearing a tie that is tucked into your pants.

Jesus christ. ]

three

[0thingsonmymind]

*The sound of someone throwing themself against the door is what drew him out. It must mean it was too late to leave but as he hadn't been looking forward to trekking back to town before curfew anyway. Whoever this was didn't seem to be happy about it, though. He's about to go back to searching the hospital when the other man speaks. But he can't see anyone else around.

Which makes this interesting, and makes wonder if its something similar to what he's familiar with. So he's just going to follow after Rhys.*

[headjacked]

[ Rhys is completely oblivious to the guy tailing him, but Jack is not. He's tempted to let whatever happens, happen, but he's still relying on Rhys for survival. So he swipes a hand through Rhys' shoulder.

"Look alive, beanstalk. You've got a new fan." ]

Whuh--?

[ Rhys whirls around and shines his handflashlight on Brian. ]

U-uh... hey??

[0thingsonmymind]

*He raises an arm to shield his eyes from the sudden light and tenses. Just in case he needs to bolt from...who or whatever this was...or whatever he was talking to.

That hand is pretty nifty, though. He's going to have to find a way to get a better look at it.*

[headjacked]

You -- uh... ...friendly??

[ There's an upward lilt in his voice as he tries to project his own friendly intentions, but he's backing away at the same time. The hologram stays put and sets his hands on his digital hips. Not speaking for now, just observing. ]

[0thingsonmymind]

*Friendly? Well, he wasn't planning on violence at the moment, he was just curious. That was close enough, right?

He lowers his arm and nods.*

one; @hjack69; voice

[youarethebandits]

[Normally Jack wouldn't bother with a post as stupidly pointless as this, but that movement in the background looks potentially interesting. At best it might provide some clues about what's going on in this place; at worst it'll kill Rhys and provide a few laughs.]

Yeah, that's - that's a real problem you've got there, kiddo. Y'know, the kind where there just aren't any easy solutions.

Ever tried drinking a warm glass of milk right before bedtime? You should, it's great. You'll sleep like a baby.

[There may be the slightest bit of mockery going on. Just a bit.]

voice

[headjacked]

[ Mockery detected. ]

Yeah, thanks. I'll file that little tip with the bit about the sheep counting.

[ It sounds like he's trying to be punchy, but the sarcasm is weak and tired. And the comeback was pretty fricken' lame. ]

Any other pearls of wisdom you wanna share?

[youarethebandits]

[Wow, that's just pathetic. Handsome Jack himself is deigning to waste some of his astonishingly valuable time on you, and you can't even come up with a good comeback? Up your game, Rhys. God.]

You could always try knocking yourself unconscious. Just bang your head on the wall a couple of times, should work out great.

Or, I dunno, go outside and find a nice snowdrift to lie down in.

[Uuuurgh it's frustrating not being able to just kill annoying employees himself. This place sucks.]

[headjacked]

[ A while ago, Handsome Jack spending time on Rhys for any reason whatsoever would've sent him over the moon. Getting stuck with the digital copy of the dead man has kind of dulled that. And the feeling is spilling over to the fleshy version.

The sleep deprivation isn't helping. It hasn't left him with the sharpest wit either. Still, he's not backing down, and that's something. ]

Sure. Sure! After you. Lead by example, right?

[ And apparently, it has also killed his sense of self preservation. ]

[youarethebandits]

[The urge to strangle just keeps rising. If he could reach through the tablet, Rhys would be dead several times over already.]

There's a couple of problems with that idea, pumpkin. First, it's cute how you think you can talk back to me like that, but it's getting old real fast. Second, it's stupid because I'm not having any sleep problems.

Good try, though.

one | @guardian; video

[phaseshifter]

Any advice that anyone can provide you with depends on why exactly you're having trouble sleeping.

[ Angel offers a faint, sympathetic smile. She doesn't notice any shifting shadows - flickering light from the tablets tends to create illusions of things moving when it's this late, so she simply writes it off as normal. ]

Is it the cold?

video

[headjacked]

The cold is definitely contributing to the problem.

[ He curls his fingers around his port. The next bit is mumbled, but still pretty audible. ]

It's like an ice cream headache that never, ever ends. But I don't even get any ice cream.

[phaseshifter]

Of course. I can relate.

[ Her fingers glide briefly over the metal connectors on the side of her own head. ]

It's important to insulate your surroundings. Try holing up somewhere small and cramped, even if it's just a cra-- um - sorry -- a cruddy little closet. If you can keep the drafts out, you should warm up quite quickly.

[headjacked]

Yeah, I... figured you could. Eheh.

[ It's so, so nice to have someone who understands. Someone who doesn't meet his whining with eyerolling or mockery. Angel is just so refreshingly genuine. ]

I think I saw a pretty cruddy closet in the other room. Just. Not sure how comfortable it'd be for sleeping, y'know? It's -- a multi-layered problem.