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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: A LONG WALK HOME You wake up at 6AM when lockdown ends, cold and tired, like you've been walking miles in the snow. But that's normal, isn't it? What isn't normal is your surroundings. You're in a new building, maybe one you've never seen before, or one you know is far, far away from where you were the night before when you fell asleep. If you were traveling with someone, you notice, also, that you are alone. There's no telling where your traveling companion could be. When you check the network, you notice that @ADMIN has left a message. Surveillance encountered an error shortly after 8PM last night and was out of order until shortly after 6AM. We apologize for any inconvenience. Whether or not you're confused or concerned about the message, maybe a post to the network will help you re-orient yourself. TWO: GOING ONCE, GOING TWICE... Seems you've found a rather valuable commodity. Something like alcohol, tea, coffee, cigarettes, or perhaps even something medical. Whatever you've found, you have no real interest in it, yourself. But you know that there's a market for it, and you see the opportunity to turn this into a win-win situation. You're not physically around anyone that you know of, so you propose a network-wide trade. And whoever makes the sweetest deal can be the proud owner of their craved luxury. Action Prompts THREE: A SYMPHONY OF SOUND You and your traveling companion thought that the house you decided to stop in for the night seemed normal enough. But lockdown hits, as it does every night, and things start to get strange. Soft sounds of crying; children crying, parents crying, screaming for their own safety. Maybe it's just the sound of the wind rushing so hard through the rubble you fear the ceiling will collapse. Maybe it's your own voice whispering to you to do awful things. Whatever the noise is, it's too much for you to fall asleep, coming to eerie crescendos and ebbing in volume at entirely irregular intervals. Looks like you and whoever you're with are in for a long night. FOUR: IN DUE TIME After a grueling day of travel, you and your companion finally come across safe shelter. And it seems to be a nice house, too, with a working fireplace and everything. The only strange part is that you aren't alone--but the other people in the house don't seem to be aware of you. In fact, they don't seem to be aware of anything; they're frozen in time, unmoving, unblinking, not even breathing. They can be touched, but they can't be moved. No matter how hard you try, they're rooted to the spot. They seem to be like you, weighed down with heavy winter wear and backpacks, not like the nondescript shadowy people that wander the town. Oh well. They're probably harmless, and it isn't like you have time to find a different place to stay.

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Lucky you knew better than to insult my men, then.

[Alfie had definitely done his fair share of being impatient and harsh with terrified boys and traumatized men, but as far as he’s concerned, somebody who’s never served - somebody who doesn’t know what it’s like - wouldn't have been allowed to judge them.]

You served in other ways?

[ Royce just smirks at Alfie. He knows when to keep his mouth shut, absolutely. ]

I was - am, I guess, a courier. For the king. Against my better judgement. [ Hadrian. Who would argue that he is Royce's better judgement. ] Spy is also a word you could use. The king pays well.

Really now. Spying on who?

[ Snort. ] Does that matter? You wouldn't recognize the names or the politics.

Sure, that'd be fucking useless. Could go with descriptions, though, yeah? "This slum". "That businessman".

[ Exasperated sigh, like Alfie is being unreasonable. ] There's an empire of a church. They've collected every province together except for the one that belongs to the king I work for, so they're planning on taking it by force. They want me dead, which means they obviously aren't willing to pay me, so I work for the king.

Again. Against my better judgement. Apparently working in a partnership means I have to make decisions like this in order to make enough to eat. [ Or because he actually wants Hadrian to stick around, but whatever. ]

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What's the partner doing in all this? Do they want him dead, too?

Yes, in a way. They don't know us specifically, just the name of our partnership. [ He's being obtuse on purpose. ] You're pretty interested in the story of some stranger.

[ Royce isn't giving anything away that people here could use to hurt him, so it's not that he cares, he's just surprised by the questions. ]

It's an interesting story, innit? I like stories.

[He likes figuring people out - and he wants to know if Royce, specifically, is likely to be a problem for him now or somewhere down the line.]

Of course. [ Royce rolls his eyes. ] The world I come from is nothing like Lord of the Rings, in case you were hoping. It's as apathetic and full of selfish people as any other place.

[ You can blame a certain Jason Todd for making that LOTR reference some unidentified time ago. Royce still has no idea what it is. ]

Lord of the whats?

[Alfie's about thirty years too early to get the reference any more than Royce does.]

I'm not familiar, mate.

[ ... Okay, it's kind of nice to have someone who is as clueless as he is. Royce shrugs. ] I'm not either. I'm told I look like I belong in it. I gather it's a world with magic and elves, but past that I have no idea.

And what about you? Is serving all you've done?

No, no. I know about being the boss, too.

[ Amused: ] Never would have guessed.

I run a bakery.

[He'll give Royce the spy a little information, too; why not.]

We do many sort of things out of my bakery.

[If you catch his drift.]

[ Ohhhh... Royce gets it. Smirk. ] Nothing like a good, respectable business. [ The sarcasm is practically dripping off that. ] Lots of good workers at that bakery, I assume.

[Good job, Royce. He officially likes you at least a little bit.]

That there are, yeah; there are many. I knew most of 'em growing up, 'cause we're all cut from the same cloth.

[ The feeling is exactly mutual, for as much as Royce likes anybody. ]

London must be nothing like Ratibor, then, because I doubt you'd want the types cut from my cloth working at your upstanding establishment. [ It's actually kind of a joke. He is capable of them. ]

When we find spies, they're dealt with.

[He says this almost cheerfully.]

[ Royce grins, watching Alfie closely. ] I have no idea what you could mean by that. You must mean you serve them delicious baked goods, right?

Sure. To take home to their mothers at the end of a long and dull work day.

And if they don't have a mother?

Harder to find somebody to identify the body, I'd suppose.

[He'll only keep up the metaphors for so long.]

[ Royce laughs - it's a bit of a weird sound, because Royce doesn't laugh very often. ]

You have nothing I want, and nobody is paying me to steal something from you. Don't threaten me.

Hey, now. I was doing no such thing. We're talking about home, yeah? This isn't home, you aren't spying on me, and I have no problem with you.

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