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✭ 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: DRUG PUSHING What luck! You've found a bottle of medication...only, oh, it looks like it's a prescription for one of the other people trapped here with you. You have a lot of power in your hands now: you could do the right thing and give it back without a fight, demand a worthy trade to see how badly they want it, or auction it off to the highest bidder. They're not the only ones who could use a painkiller or an antidepressant, after all. If you don't need it for yourself, you're sure to be able to fetch a high price (or bank some high gratitude points) for it from someone.
TWO: CHECK YOUR RECEIPTS After a long day of traveling, you reach into your bag to scrounge up some dinner but you find that all of your food has gone bad. Everything, including the rations you stocked up on just yesterday, is covered in a thick layer of mold. Even the packaged nonperishables are somehow spoiled. Your whole backpack reeks of rot, and nothing edible has been spared. Maybe you can restock tomorrow, but what if you're not the only one whose food has been tainted? And what about the meal you had for lunch just hours ago? Your stomach turns. You'd better take to the network to get to the bottom of this
Action Prompts
THREE: WRITING ON THE WALL You've just settled into a building for the night with your traveling companion when you notice a message left somewhere on one of the walls. It's signed by a username you don't recall ever seeing before. It tells you discoveries and facts about the town you don't think are really real or should be followed. Tells you that they're heading in a direction they're convinced has the exit, and urge you to follow their lead. One of you thinks it's worth consideration. After all, why would anyone leave a message like this if they didn't mean it? But there are risks involved in chasing the assertions. Do you have the resources left to try?
FOUR: CORPSE PARTY Just before lockdown, you and your traveling companion are about to seek shelter in the nearest building when you spot a huddled figure nearly buried in the snow. When you get a little closer, you see that it's a person wrapped tightly in a blanket. Neither of you recognizes them, but you can't be sure; the blanket covers their face. They seem to have succumbed to the elements, but it looks like they're still breathing! You manage to drag them into the building with you with seconds to spare. Good job, you've saved somebody's life! But, as you pull apart the blankets to check on your new companion, you realize that they're not a "somebody" at all... And you're locked in with it until morning.
[that's as far as francel gets before his thumb slips and he sends the message unfinished.
his surprise arrives on account of the fact that he has just looked up to find the door of his house open, and the breeze from outside has come howling in. lehko stands in the doorway, closing the door posthaste. francel looks at the mithra, then at his tablet, then between both for another long moment, as though he never in fact expected lehko to arrive at his house after all.]
...Your politeness is appreciated.
[is all francel can think to say, and then — all thoughts of the shadow lord and his legion of demons quite out of his mind — he gropes for something further.]
Er — there is... that is, I left my things in the kitchen, if you would give me a moment.
[Had his nose been working like it should, he might have noticed that someone else was in the house before embarrassingly prattling on to the tablet when the Elva—Elezen he's speaking to is right there.
He perks up when he hears the voice, eyes glued to the young lord, ears likewise perked. He glances at his tablet, before he closes the application and puts it away in the backpack he slings off of his shoulders.]
Thank the Goddess, here I thought I might sufferrr the night on an empty stomach!
[He does take a moment to take in Francel's features: he's tall and has the ears, but his skin is rather fair. Elvaan were a race of darker skin, so it catches him a little off guard that he's so pink.]
My politeness means nothing in the face of your generrrosity...
[Saying such, his eyebrows raise with emphasis. Sure he isn't exactly verbally rushing Francel along or anything, but he is starting to give him some puppy dog eyes, and ever so dramatically he grips at his stomach once more.
The hunger.
It's taking him.
Please save this dying cat, only you have the power to do it, Frannyboy!]
[francel would be unimpressed with lehko's dramatic posturing (he ate this morning!) if not for the fact that he feels particularly weak to it. boyhood memories flicker through francel's mind — a young haurchefant, denied dinner by his stepmother, crawling in through francel's bedroom window in the middle of the night, demanding snacks — and he finds himself smiling despite himself as he sets his tablet on a nearby desk and makes his way to the kitchen.]
Just a moment, if you would...
[the young elezen — or, perhaps, an oddly fair-skinned and boyish elvaan — hefts his (fairly heavy) knapsack onto the kitchen counter, rifling through its contents; he pulls packages out at odd angles (notably, keeping his own favorites at the bottom of the bag), leaving everything out for lehko to help himself to.]
Nothing is truly fresh, of course, but such is the lay of this land. I have... preserved bread... biscuits... some sort of... dried fish...?
[Lehko is of course following Francel, not too terribly closely, but still closer than what's strictly necessary.
The decision is made, even before Francel mentions the fish. With how Lehko made his way over, eyes peeled as he looked over each piece of food brought out of the bag like a man who hadn't known the pleasure of food in weeks might have. The moment the dried fish was placed, his eyes didn't leave it, and he nearly looks as though it's taking every vestige of his strength to afford the self control to not just snatch it.
That is, until Francel mentions the fish specifically. That's when he strikes. Grabbing it with the swiftness and deftness you'd expect from an experienced thief or pickpocket, pivoting away as he gorges himself on it. Honestly, the whole display would suggest he hasn't eaten in more than merely a few hours, which speaks more of his greediness with food, than the actual state of his hunger.
What can he say, really? He's rather used to a better abundance of food than what's here, and even if he's not exactly been forced to go hungry for long, it's still not quite the same luxury!]
[francel watches lehko gorge himself, quite at a loss, and comes to two conclusions: one, that lehko should probably never leave the vicinity of the grocery store, and two, that it might be in the best interest of all norfinbury to pray that curiosity kills the cat, because if he is let into the grocery store he might very well eat them out of resources entirely.
the display is, however, admittedly cute, if not especially graceful or attractive; francel thinks vaguely of the coddled pets he's seen in the pillars of ishgard, of lapcats with luxurious long fur growing fat off meals presented on silver platters, of how soft the tail of one had been, when as a boy at a boring party he had slipped away from his father to try and pet the cat — only to be rewarded with the swipe of sharp claws and an irritated hiss.
...he decides he probably shouldn't try and pet lehko as he's eating. a hissing cat seems one thing; a hissing cat-man seems another.]
It's all over in moments, all that's left is what bones there are, and he turns to face Francel, completely composed as he once was, with proper dignity!]
I thank you. Lord Frrrancel. I feel rightly rrrefreshed.
[He glances to the fish bones in his hand, wondering idly where he should even dispose of them... before turning his attention back to Francel.]
[absolutely amazed by lehko's immediate reversal of grace and gracelessness, francel extends his placid stare until well after the question has sunk in — and then he sort of serenely blinks, and shakes himself from his reverie, and reconsiders their situation.]
Er... where were we, indeed? Ah...
I think you were telling me something of your Shadow Lord, before you... came in. Yes, something of that sort. You... you can help yourself to more, if you'd like.
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[that's as far as francel gets before his thumb slips and he sends the message unfinished.
his surprise arrives on account of the fact that he has just looked up to find the door of his house open, and the breeze from outside has come howling in. lehko stands in the doorway, closing the door posthaste. francel looks at the mithra, then at his tablet, then between both for another long moment, as though he never in fact expected lehko to arrive at his house after all.]
...Your politeness is appreciated.
[is all francel can think to say, and then — all thoughts of the shadow lord and his legion of demons quite out of his mind — he gropes for something further.]
Er — there is... that is, I left my things in the kitchen, if you would give me a moment.
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He perks up when he hears the voice, eyes glued to the young lord, ears likewise perked. He glances at his tablet, before he closes the application and puts it away in the backpack he slings off of his shoulders.]
Thank the Goddess, here I thought I might sufferrr the night on an empty stomach!
[He does take a moment to take in Francel's features: he's tall and has the ears, but his skin is rather fair. Elvaan were a race of darker skin, so it catches him a little off guard that he's so pink.]
My politeness means nothing in the face of your generrrosity...
[Saying such, his eyebrows raise with emphasis. Sure he isn't exactly verbally rushing Francel along or anything, but he is starting to give him some puppy dog eyes, and ever so dramatically he grips at his stomach once more.
The hunger.
It's taking him.
Please save this dying cat, only you have the power to do it, Frannyboy!]
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Just a moment, if you would...
[the young elezen — or, perhaps, an oddly fair-skinned and boyish elvaan — hefts his (fairly heavy) knapsack onto the kitchen counter, rifling through its contents; he pulls packages out at odd angles (notably, keeping his own favorites at the bottom of the bag), leaving everything out for lehko to help himself to.]
Nothing is truly fresh, of course, but such is the lay of this land. I have... preserved bread... biscuits... some sort of... dried fish...?
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The decision is made, even before Francel mentions the fish. With how Lehko made his way over, eyes peeled as he looked over each piece of food brought out of the bag like a man who hadn't known the pleasure of food in weeks might have. The moment the dried fish was placed, his eyes didn't leave it, and he nearly looks as though it's taking every vestige of his strength to afford the self control to not just snatch it.
That is, until Francel mentions the fish specifically. That's when he strikes. Grabbing it with the swiftness and deftness you'd expect from an experienced thief or pickpocket, pivoting away as he gorges himself on it. Honestly, the whole display would suggest he hasn't eaten in more than merely a few hours, which speaks more of his greediness with food, than the actual state of his hunger.
What can he say, really? He's rather used to a better abundance of food than what's here, and even if he's not exactly been forced to go hungry for long, it's still not quite the same luxury!]
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[francel watches lehko gorge himself, quite at a loss, and comes to two conclusions: one, that lehko should probably never leave the vicinity of the grocery store, and two, that it might be in the best interest of all norfinbury to pray that curiosity kills the cat, because if he is let into the grocery store he might very well eat them out of resources entirely.
the display is, however, admittedly cute, if not especially graceful or attractive; francel thinks vaguely of the coddled pets he's seen in the pillars of ishgard, of lapcats with luxurious long fur growing fat off meals presented on silver platters, of how soft the tail of one had been, when as a boy at a boring party he had slipped away from his father to try and pet the cat — only to be rewarded with the swipe of sharp claws and an irritated hiss.
...he decides he probably shouldn't try and pet lehko as he's eating. a hissing cat seems one thing; a hissing cat-man seems another.]
I... suppose I should have expected as much...
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It's all over in moments, all that's left is what bones there are, and he turns to face Francel, completely composed as he once was, with proper dignity!]
I thank you. Lord Frrrancel. I feel rightly rrrefreshed.
[He glances to the fish bones in his hand, wondering idly where he should even dispose of them... before turning his attention back to Francel.]
--with that taken care of, where were we?
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Er... where were we, indeed? Ah...
I think you were telling me something of your Shadow Lord, before you... came in. Yes, something of that sort. You... you can help yourself to more, if you'd like.