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: 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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[If Kid happens to look up at Red, he might see her rolling her eyes. She has a plan, Kid, just trust her.

After he's done protesting, she will just pat him on the shoulder in a reassuring manner. Then, she starts to hum.

See? If he's close to her, then her humming should be the loudest thing he hears, right?]

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[He does not look up, so he missed the biggest eye-roll ever. It's large enough to rival Elizabeth Thompson's, the older of his two weapon partners and the one who tolerated far less of his eccentricities. T

He nearly jumps out of his skin when she pats his shoulder, jerking to look up at her when she starts to hum. Sitting beside her, at first the humming is louder in one ear than the other. Imbalanced and asymmetrical and all sorts of out of order--he can't tolerate such hideousness, no matter how pleasant the song. However clumsily he makes quick work of moving to sit in front of her instead of beside her, still listening intently, until he could hear the tune exactly the same in both ears.

The humming did, in fact, drown out the crying. Eyes closed, the teen's breathing was the slowest it had been since he'd started rambling about the odd sounds in the house, tension diminishing. He stays silent and with his eyes closed, simply listening, with no intention to interrupt her. It's the first peace in the house since lockdown, and Death himself won't disturb it.]

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[What a strange kid. But despite how strange he is, something about it is endearing.

Red hums her way through the song, doing the final chorus an extra time for good measure. It is only a few minutes of reprise from the crying, but it is a few minutes of peace, and it seems to help Kid a lot.

When it does end, though, she gives Kid a moment to absorb it. Even though she can't sing the words, she is sure the melody alone needs to be compartmentalized. Her music theory classes are coming back to her, and the more technical points of music are flowing through her mind.

Then Red smiles and tilts her head to the side slightly in an unspoken question. Was it good?]

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[Strange is the understatement of the century, but thanks for being nice, Red.

By the time she finishes, Death the Kid is sitting with his head bowed, fingers laced in his lap instead of nervously tapping and picking and scratching. He exhaled slowly, gold eyes looking up to her, the earlier manic anxiety having dissipated.]

That's...a very nice song. [Looking back down to his hands, Kid swallowed. The room was freezing cold, but the space between the two of them was slightly warmer. He'd neglected to realize that now, as a human instead of his usual reaper self, he generated a bit of warmth as well. Wasn't that nice? He could help a bit, as well.] Thank you.

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[Still smiling, Red bows her head slightly, as if to accept Kid's gratitude and say 'you're welcome.'

Then, she holds her hands out, offering them to his. Her hands are cold too, but they haven't yet started turning purple, so maybe she can warm them up a little. Or at least direct him to put his hands somewhere warmer, like on his neck or under his armpits or something. Those fingers are going to get frostbite if he's not careful.]

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[This time, he hesitates, far more than he had when she'd beckoned him over. Kid looks at his hands, turning them in front of him, before crossing his arms and tucking his fingers carefully beneath the fabric. He was still adjusting to the feeling of coldness, the stiffness of chill settling deep into his bones--

--What he was used to, however, was what happened when he touched the hands of others.] I, ah--I usually make people cold. Probably not helpful here.

[He'll remember, in a moment's time, that he's not Death the Kid here but just Kid; not the next grim reaper but just another human stuck in this frozen hellscape. His hands are no colder than hers.]