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!
[The entire scenario fills Meh with more dread than she lets on. She's an intellectual (if a mouthy one) and not a fighter. Whatever, whoever was out there, wouldn't be able to help. She would want to, but having to hear that and do nothing left one feeling a little helpless.]
[She wishes someone had the equipment (and resistance to chill) to go out after them. Then at least she could give them medical help.]
I wouldn't suppose that was anybody we know? [She rarely, rarely lets nervousness enter her voice. It lets people exploit her emotions, and even if she's actually feeling it she's doing a remarkably good job of burying it under irritated snark. She's only using voice, because if she uses video people are going to be able to what she's thinking on her scaled face.]
Four | Action
[It's gotten cold, and Meh is lost. She's trudging through the snow in thick boots, looking a little ludicrous in her furry cap, but when one lacks hair there's got to be a way to keep a head warm. She's holding a coat tightly around herself, the grump she's carrying so heavy that it's a wonder her slight stature can support it.]
[She sees lights, she knows she has to rush to make it.]
Christ. And here I was thinking Old St. Louis was cold. [She grumbles as she plods on. A figure becomes evident in the thick snow ahead, possibly heading for civilization too. She hopes, or this could get ugly quick.] Hey!
[She scrambles to catch up with them. She doesn't want to be out here alone in the cold even if it weren't the creepiest town imaginable.]
OOC: Reposting because I screwed it up.
Holy butts, someone who knows (and plays from) Defiance!
[Armin halts as he hears the voice (just barely) over the sharp howl of the wind. Turning his head, shielding his face with one arm, he squints into the semi-dark until he spots the figure moving towards him. It seems like he is not the only one caught out late and heading for shelter. For a split second, he considers his options: he doesn't know this person and there might be a chance they are dangerous - he could keep going and at least make sure to get himself to safety. On the other hand, in a rough environment like this, having an ally can only come at an advantage. He was never the best at winter survival --too skinny to really keep warm, too weak to easily chop wood-- and having someone to share the burden with might be just the thing that will help him survive.
It helps that Armin, while pragmatic, is not cold-hearted.
(though, in the current environment, he is certainly cold-everything-elsed)
So he waits, giving the stranger a change to catch up. In the low light, their face is little more than a pale blob underneath their furry hat, and he can't even make a confident guess as to whether they are male or female through the thick coat. There is something a little bit odd about their face, something off, but Armin ignores that for now. It'd be unwise to get caught up in detail and forget the much bigger danger of freezing to death here.]
It's not far. We should hurry.
;_; I hope this season doesn't ruin her but it looks like it might. So season 2 canon point.
[He sounds young, and when she gets a good look at him, definitely looks young. Human, as she's expecting, but doesn't pay too much mind to it.] Yeah, no kidding. [She grunts as she pads through the snow along with him.]
Where is this, anyway? Frickin' Alaska? [She was done with all of this shtako.] Yeah, not too far. We can do it.
I've only seen the first episode of season three so far. Still season 2 was a good high point.
[He's going to assume it's a place, just from the way she --and now that she is close enough that he can properly hear her voice over the wind, he's pretty certain she is in fact a she-- talks about it. Still, Armin had always hailed from the south. He only knows the big towns in the north, not all the tiny little settlements. Especially not the ones that aren't even big enough to make it onto any maps.
Reaching up, he adjusts his thick coat, trying to arrange his hood in such a way that it shields more of his skin from the biting cold. His legs ache from a mixture of exhaustion and cold, but there is nothing to be done for that now. He has to keep going or die. He refuses to be a burden.]
We must be somewhere north, but...
[He trails off. He doesn't think they are within the walls anymore, but without any stars to judge by --and so far he hasn't seen even a smallest glimpse of clear sky since he got here-- he can't be sure where they are.
For now he lets the conversation lapse into silence. He was never physically tough, and the walk is taxing enough that he needs all his concentration and air to keep going.]
It's cold, but I'm guessing you figured that part out.
[She angles her head down into the wind, using her hat to protect her from the blowing snow. She's not quite exhausted yet, though, and she's noticing that he is experiencing some strain.]
Let's stick together, maybe we won't get turned around if it gets harder to see! [She calls over the wind, making an excuse to offer some support and hooks her hand under his elbow just so he can have the support and they can make it to town that little bit faster.]
This happen to you a lot? Or is this your first time training to become a snowman?
[When her hand hooks around his elbow, for a moment he feels the impulse to shake it off, to say he can do it on his own, but he lets the moment pass. Now is not the time for misplaced pride. They have more important things to deal with - like staying alive.
He shakes his head a little in response to her question, then, realising that she wouldn't have been able to see that movement, he speaks up:]
No. Back in training, we were made to train high up in the mountains too. The weather usually wasn't this bad though. It was mostly survival training.
You?
[Hey, if she has lots of experience with this, he'll be very glad to hear it.]
[A doctor, huh? That really is a comfort. Armin passed his first aid lectures with flying colours --though, of course, much like the majority of things he was actually good at, those lectures had contributed very little to his overall abysmal scores-- but he has no illusions about being a good physician. He knows how to bandage up a wound, create a splint if necessary and how to apply a tourniquet to a torn off limb, but beyond that, his medical knowledge is a well that quickly runs dry.
When the first cabins at the edge of town start coming into view against the darkening sky, Armin drops all pretence of conversation and instead redoubles his efforts to get there. At this point, he really isn't picky about what sort of dwelling they end up in, as long as it got four walls and a roof to shield them from the snow and wind. Anything beyond that is bonus.
When they finally make it to the nearest cabin, Armin carefully ducks out from under her hand to force open the door. It takes him three attempts and a few good shoves of his shoulders --and he tries not to dwell on the thought that anyone else from the 104th probably could've gotten it open in one go-- before the door scrapes open, leaving a long clear trail on the dust that lies on the cabin floor. The place smells disused, dusty, and there are no immediate signs of life.]
It's better than nothing. Come on, let's get inside.
[She isn't thrown by the state of the cabin- not after having hidden in old St. Lewis, and in a world devastated by the war between the Votans and the humans there are a lot of abandoned houses. She brushes the snow off her coat and stomps her boots, and then finally pulls off her hat to slap it against her thigh to shake the snow off.]
[It's frugal, too. She doesn't even know if there will be food, but if the snow lets up in the morning they might be alright. The kitchen seems to be barren, and no refrigerator to be seen (though that doesn't say much, because surely that food would be spoiled).]
[There's a chair with a sheet over it, and she goes over to that and plops into it without pulling off the fabric. She looks dryly at Armin, her scaled face appearing exhausted for all that it barely expressed emotion, and she replaced her hat on her snake-patterned head.]
You can call me Doctor Yewll by the way. Or Doc. Most people do.
[Armin honestly doesn't even catch her words at first. Now they are inside and with her furry hat off, it becomes startlingly obvious that she is... well, honestly, he is not sure what she is, but not human for sure. His eyes track over her odd pattern bald scalp, the ears that are practically part of the sides of her head, her dark lips. Even her eyes are different, he realises, her irises hexagonal rather than rounded.
Oh wait, she is staring at him, probably expecting him to say something.]
Ah, I'm sorry, i didn't--
[Boy just saw his first alien, you'll have to forgive him, ma'am.]
[It takes her a moment to realize why he's looking at her like that. Where she's from, humans and Votans interact so often that the idea of a human not knowing what she is takes a bit to run through even her unusually quick perception.]
[She remains settled in the chair in a lazy slump.] I'm an Indogene. Don't worry about it, kid. I don't bite.
That said, lets hope there's at least a few cans of something in there.
[But she doesn't want to get up yet. Her legs are cold and tired and her muscles ache. Her scaled face feels blasted from the cold, and she actually touches it to make sure it's not blistering as it had at Camp Reverie.]
[ The woman who turns to face her makes a gesture, reaching for a gun that isn't there. The realization of the error makes Marie scowl ferociously. She's a bird of a woman, emphatically more brains than brawn but she has a temper that was once infamous amongst her interns and coworkers. She stands in the snow, glowering a the strange creature approaching her. She is distrustful, and it shows as a component of her irritation--(though to be fair, she is always irritated, never precisely pleasant company.) ]
Yes. How can I help you.
[ She speaks english with a strong French accent and her 'offer' to 'help' is supremely tart in nature. ]
[Thankfully a tart personality and hard words are something that Meh has in spades herself, and she's not put off when other people throw it at her in kind. She doesn't even flinch at the voice.]
I thought you could point me in the direction of the nearest salon! [She calls out over the gale, nearly up to her.] Shouldn't take more than five minutes if we're lucky, do you think? [Two tiny people fighting against the wind, might as well be ambitious about it.]
[ Marie's brows pinch more deeply, as if questioning if she really heard the asinine question that she thought she did. So tempting to turn away and just leave this alien to do as it would. Marie didn't need that kind of variable in her day, but it would be foolish to walk away from something that could potentially be a resource. A source of information, if nothing else. ]
I have a shelter nearby. You may accompany me, if you wish.
Well, aren't you Miss Sunshine. [The pot says of the kettle. She rubs her hands together to fend off the cold.] Look, I'm not a deadbeat. I'm a doctor. If you help me I can help you out in the future.
[She follows after her, hating to stomp through the snow even at her short stature. She doesn't understand why it seemed to stay at a particular height instead of increasing all that much, especially with how thick it is coming down. One would expect with the time she's been out here, it would now be considerably deeper. But right now? She'll take this oddity.]
[ Her voice is airy, almost suggesting a roll of her eyes that Marie somehow refrains from actually enacting.
For her part, Marie heavily suspects they are inside of a virtual reality created by an insane supercomputer, so she doesn't think anything of the depth of the snow, and does not entirely take the harsh realities of the cold with the respect she should. She had thought she was dead before being brought her, she knows other victims rise up from the grave here. There is something unnatural going on, something disgusting. These thoughts swirl in her head, like they always do, a constant buzz of paranoia that she has grown so accustomed to she no longer recognizes them for what they are.
The house they approach is isolated, hidden behind a stand of trees. Marie pushes the door open for the both of them.
It seems she's come back here several times, the holes in the walls have been patched, the windows have been covered, the interior has been cleaned and cleared. She's set up base in the living room, a tidy nest of bedspreads is laid out on a mattress on the floor. ]
[Meh attempts to do the polite thing of getting the snow off her boots before she comes inside, and pulls off her furry hat as she makes her way over to a chair to settle into. She's got the distinct impression that it's rubbing the woman the wrong way to be even remotely polite, but right now she doesn't give a crap about imposing because she would die out in the storm otherwise.]
[She lets the ache slowly ebb out of her muscles, and she rubs her scaled face where it feels frozen. Around her deep eyesockets and around her cheeks. She even has to rub at her eyes where they're watering after the snow blew into them.]
Do you know anything about this place yet other than "freaking cold" and "can't get out"? Because that's all anyone's told me so far.
[She moved to start rubbing down her legs after that, calves feeling on the verge of cramping up.]
[ Well. That's... a question. And Marie is honestly pretty disinclined to answer it immediately. Instead, she goes to the fireplace to stuff some paper and a meager log into it. Being a smoker had been a perk coming into this wretched waste, she had populated with cigarettes and a lighter which she now uses to light a modest fire. Unsurprisingly, the production of a cigarette comes not long after. The couch she has long since shoved to one side of the room, blocking off the open entryway to the dining room, almost like a barrier. (Definitely like a barrier.) She sits back on it, staring at the fire. ]
I highly suspect this to be a virtual environment. Most doubt me [ And that's followed by a shrug to show how many fucks she gives about what anyone else has to say ] but unfortunately I have made enemies of an entity entirely capable of the feat.
The technology I'm familiar with lends more to mass hallucinations than virtual environments, individuals held unconscious and pumped with chemicals as well as having foreign devices either mechanical or organic inserted into them to make them cooperative.
Both are good theories but if this is a social experiment it seems like they would find people who knew what Votans are. But then again, one of us could be a fake. [She rubbed one of her eyes with the heal of her hand, grumpy from the apparently inescapable situation.]
[Maybe if it truly was a hallucination, Lev would be here.]
[She's small enough to sort of curl up in on herself in her chair, better wrap her coat around her and use her hat as a pillow to rest her head against.]
[ Her eyes drift towards the alien. What can she say, it amuses her in a deep and bitter way that it has an equally unpleasant theory to offer. Marie's life has been nothing but horror for so long, she has trouble imagining any explanation being a benign one.
For a moment she indulges, wondering what it would even be like to return to a normal life... (It would be terrifying. There is not going back.)
After a moment of noticeable silence she shakes it off, glancing back at the other doctor. There's the quirk of a mean little eyebrow. She has a sense of humor, it is just a bleak one. ]
I don't know what Votans are. [ She doesn't actually laugh. ] But you know humans, so we've made it off of Earth in your universe.
[ That last part is a jab at herself, like it always is when she encounters other interstellar timelines. She had attempted to get humanity off of Earth, and been killed on her ship during its maiden voyage. For all she knew, SHODAN had succeeded in taking over the ship's FTL and had long since destroyed humanity and was using their leftover pieces and parts in one of her foul experiments. ]
No. We lost our home so we had to go find another. It took us a while to come to any sort of agreement. There were several planets that sent people- I'm an Indogene.
[It is unpleasant conditions, worthy of unpleasant theory.] Sometimes mass hallucinations are used to create drugs out of hormones, depending on the species being afflicted. Real adreno is one of the biggest culprits. Either way I wouldn't be surprised if it was a manufactured scenario meant to serve someone's sick purpose. [She crosses her legs over the arm of the chair, and stares at the scuffs on her found boots (which are at least doing the job of keeping her feet warm.]
So what makes you think of the computer generated thing?
[ She absorbs everything the alien says, and the tale of greed and biological horror that the doctor describes to her is nothing Marie cannot readily accept. They had such hormonal extracts on the Von Braun. She has used them, for a sudden surge of adrenaline, speed, strength, healing. They were synthesized, but to achieve that synthesis someone must have suffered for the research.
Perhaps it had been simians, the Blue Monkeys brought on the FTL's maiden voyage had been grossly experimented on and had revolted against their captors when The Many's song reached their surgically modified brains. They had achieved telepathy, dangerous but easy to kill... one bullet to their little faces usually did the trick...
Marie is silent, lost in the ugliness of her memories before she replies drearily, ]
My life's work was a Faster Than Light engine. It collapses space, it alters reality to make distance negligible. She infected its operating system.
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snowblindmemes2015-06-23 03:54 pm
Meh Yewll | Defiance
Well that was quite the welcome wagon.
[The entire scenario fills Meh with more dread than she lets on. She's an intellectual (if a mouthy one) and not a fighter. Whatever, whoever was out there, wouldn't be able to help. She would want to, but having to hear that and do nothing left one feeling a little helpless.]
[She wishes someone had the equipment (and resistance to chill) to go out after them. Then at least she could give them medical help.]
I wouldn't suppose that was anybody we know? [She rarely, rarely lets nervousness enter her voice. It lets people exploit her emotions, and even if she's actually feeling it she's doing a remarkably good job of burying it under irritated snark. She's only using voice, because if she uses video people are going to be able to what she's thinking on her scaled face.]
[It's gotten cold, and Meh is lost. She's trudging through the snow in thick boots, looking a little ludicrous in her furry cap, but when one lacks hair there's got to be a way to keep a head warm. She's holding a coat tightly around herself, the grump she's carrying so heavy that it's a wonder her slight stature can support it.]
[She sees lights, she knows she has to rush to make it.]
Christ. And here I was thinking Old St. Louis was cold. [She grumbles as she plods on. A figure becomes evident in the thick snow ahead, possibly heading for civilization too. She hopes, or this could get ugly quick.] Hey!
[She scrambles to catch up with them. She doesn't want to be out here alone in the cold even if it weren't the creepiest town imaginable.]
OOC: Reposting because I screwed it up.
Holy butts, someone who knows (and plays from) Defiance!
It helps that Armin, while pragmatic, is not cold-hearted.
(though, in the current environment, he is certainly cold-everything-elsed)
So he waits, giving the stranger a change to catch up. In the low light, their face is little more than a pale blob underneath their furry hat, and he can't even make a confident guess as to whether they are male or female through the thick coat. There is something a little bit odd about their face, something off, but Armin ignores that for now. It'd be unwise to get caught up in detail and forget the much bigger danger of freezing to death here.]
It's not far. We should hurry.
;_; I hope this season doesn't ruin her but it looks like it might. So season 2 canon point.
Where is this, anyway? Frickin' Alaska? [She was done with all of this shtako.] Yeah, not too far. We can do it.
I've only seen the first episode of season three so far. Still season 2 was a good high point.
[He's going to assume it's a place, just from the way she --and now that she is close enough that he can properly hear her voice over the wind, he's pretty certain she is in fact a she-- talks about it. Still, Armin had always hailed from the south. He only knows the big towns in the north, not all the tiny little settlements. Especially not the ones that aren't even big enough to make it onto any maps.
Reaching up, he adjusts his thick coat, trying to arrange his hood in such a way that it shields more of his skin from the biting cold. His legs ache from a mixture of exhaustion and cold, but there is nothing to be done for that now. He has to keep going or die. He refuses to be a burden.]
We must be somewhere north, but...
[He trails off. He doesn't think they are within the walls anymore, but without any stars to judge by --and so far he hasn't seen even a smallest glimpse of clear sky since he got here-- he can't be sure where they are.
For now he lets the conversation lapse into silence. He was never physically tough, and the walk is taxing enough that he needs all his concentration and air to keep going.]
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[She angles her head down into the wind, using her hat to protect her from the blowing snow. She's not quite exhausted yet, though, and she's noticing that he is experiencing some strain.]
Let's stick together, maybe we won't get turned around if it gets harder to see! [She calls over the wind, making an excuse to offer some support and hooks her hand under his elbow just so he can have the support and they can make it to town that little bit faster.]
This happen to you a lot? Or is this your first time training to become a snowman?
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He shakes his head a little in response to her question, then, realising that she wouldn't have been able to see that movement, he speaks up:]
No. Back in training, we were made to train high up in the mountains too. The weather usually wasn't this bad though. It was mostly survival training.
You?
[Hey, if she has lots of experience with this, he'll be very glad to hear it.]
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[And she was a pretty good one, if she did say so herself. Which she often did.]
So lets hope that mountain training does you some real good. [At least it doesn't look any more than a few minutes away. She thinks. She hopes.]
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[A doctor, huh? That really is a comfort. Armin passed his first aid lectures with flying colours --though, of course, much like the majority of things he was actually good at, those lectures had contributed very little to his overall abysmal scores-- but he has no illusions about being a good physician. He knows how to bandage up a wound, create a splint if necessary and how to apply a tourniquet to a torn off limb, but beyond that, his medical knowledge is a well that quickly runs dry.
When the first cabins at the edge of town start coming into view against the darkening sky, Armin drops all pretence of conversation and instead redoubles his efforts to get there. At this point, he really isn't picky about what sort of dwelling they end up in, as long as it got four walls and a roof to shield them from the snow and wind. Anything beyond that is bonus.
When they finally make it to the nearest cabin, Armin carefully ducks out from under her hand to force open the door. It takes him three attempts and a few good shoves of his shoulders --and he tries not to dwell on the thought that anyone else from the 104th probably could've gotten it open in one go-- before the door scrapes open, leaving a long clear trail on the dust that lies on the cabin floor. The place smells disused, dusty, and there are no immediate signs of life.]
I think... it's probably abandoned.
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[She isn't thrown by the state of the cabin- not after having hidden in old St. Lewis, and in a world devastated by the war between the Votans and the humans there are a lot of abandoned houses. She brushes the snow off her coat and stomps her boots, and then finally pulls off her hat to slap it against her thigh to shake the snow off.]
[It's frugal, too. She doesn't even know if there will be food, but if the snow lets up in the morning they might be alright. The kitchen seems to be barren, and no refrigerator to be seen (though that doesn't say much, because surely that food would be spoiled).]
[There's a chair with a sheet over it, and she goes over to that and plops into it without pulling off the fabric. She looks dryly at Armin, her scaled face appearing exhausted for all that it barely expressed emotion, and she replaced her hat on her snake-patterned head.]
You can call me Doctor Yewll by the way. Or Doc. Most people do.
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Oh wait, she is staring at him, probably expecting him to say something.]
Ah, I'm sorry, i didn't--
[Boy just saw his first alien, you'll have to forgive him, ma'am.]
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[She remains settled in the chair in a lazy slump.] I'm an Indogene. Don't worry about it, kid. I don't bite.
That said, lets hope there's at least a few cans of something in there.
[But she doesn't want to get up yet. Her legs are cold and tired and her muscles ache. Her scaled face feels blasted from the cold, and she actually touches it to make sure it's not blistering as it had at Camp Reverie.]
Four
Yes. How can I help you.
[ She speaks english with a strong French accent and her 'offer' to 'help' is supremely tart in nature. ]
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I thought you could point me in the direction of the nearest salon! [She calls out over the gale, nearly up to her.] Shouldn't take more than five minutes if we're lucky, do you think? [Two tiny people fighting against the wind, might as well be ambitious about it.]
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I have a shelter nearby. You may accompany me, if you wish.
[ That tone is still just utterly withering. ]
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[She follows after her, hating to stomp through the snow even at her short stature. She doesn't understand why it seemed to stay at a particular height instead of increasing all that much, especially with how thick it is coming down. One would expect with the time she's been out here, it would now be considerably deeper. But right now? She'll take this oddity.]
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[ Her voice is airy, almost suggesting a roll of her eyes that Marie somehow refrains from actually enacting.
For her part, Marie heavily suspects they are inside of a virtual reality created by an insane supercomputer, so she doesn't think anything of the depth of the snow, and does not entirely take the harsh realities of the cold with the respect she should. She had thought she was dead before being brought her, she knows other victims rise up from the grave here. There is something unnatural going on, something disgusting. These thoughts swirl in her head, like they always do, a constant buzz of paranoia that she has grown so accustomed to she no longer recognizes them for what they are.
The house they approach is isolated, hidden behind a stand of trees. Marie pushes the door open for the both of them.
It seems she's come back here several times, the holes in the walls have been patched, the windows have been covered, the interior has been cleaned and cleared. She's set up base in the living room, a tidy nest of bedspreads is laid out on a mattress on the floor. ]
Well, doctor, make yourself... comfortable.
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[She lets the ache slowly ebb out of her muscles, and she rubs her scaled face where it feels frozen. Around her deep eyesockets and around her cheeks. She even has to rub at her eyes where they're watering after the snow blew into them.]
Do you know anything about this place yet other than "freaking cold" and "can't get out"? Because that's all anyone's told me so far.
[She moved to start rubbing down her legs after that, calves feeling on the verge of cramping up.]
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I highly suspect this to be a virtual environment. Most doubt me [ And that's followed by a shrug to show how many fucks she gives about what anyone else has to say ] but unfortunately I have made enemies of an entity entirely capable of the feat.
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Both are good theories but if this is a social experiment it seems like they would find people who knew what Votans are. But then again, one of us could be a fake. [She rubbed one of her eyes with the heal of her hand, grumpy from the apparently inescapable situation.]
[Maybe if it truly was a hallucination, Lev would be here.]
[She's small enough to sort of curl up in on herself in her chair, better wrap her coat around her and use her hat as a pillow to rest her head against.]
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For a moment she indulges, wondering what it would even be like to return to a normal life... (It would be terrifying. There is not going back.)
After a moment of noticeable silence she shakes it off, glancing back at the other doctor. There's the quirk of a mean little eyebrow. She has a sense of humor, it is just a bleak one. ]
I don't know what Votans are. [ She doesn't actually laugh. ] But you know humans, so we've made it off of Earth in your universe.
[ That last part is a jab at herself, like it always is when she encounters other interstellar timelines. She had attempted to get humanity off of Earth, and been killed on her ship during its maiden voyage. For all she knew, SHODAN had succeeded in taking over the ship's FTL and had long since destroyed humanity and was using their leftover pieces and parts in one of her foul experiments. ]
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[It is unpleasant conditions, worthy of unpleasant theory.] Sometimes mass hallucinations are used to create drugs out of hormones, depending on the species being afflicted. Real adreno is one of the biggest culprits. Either way I wouldn't be surprised if it was a manufactured scenario meant to serve someone's sick purpose. [She crosses her legs over the arm of the chair, and stares at the scuffs on her found boots (which are at least doing the job of keeping her feet warm.]
So what makes you think of the computer generated thing?
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Perhaps it had been simians, the Blue Monkeys brought on the FTL's maiden voyage had been grossly experimented on and had revolted against their captors when The Many's song reached their surgically modified brains. They had achieved telepathy, dangerous but easy to kill... one bullet to their little faces usually did the trick...
Marie is silent, lost in the ugliness of her memories before she replies drearily, ]
My life's work was a Faster Than Light engine. It collapses space, it alters reality to make distance negligible. She infected its operating system.