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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: HUNTING SEASON You wake up in the morning to find that a new application has appeared on your tablet. It's labelled "SCAVENGER HUNT" and when you open it, you find a long list of items that, if the title is anything to go by, need to be collected. At first, the items seem rather innocuous; things like bottle caps, napkins, Scotch tape, mittens. As the list continues, though, the items become a little more interesting. Where are you going to find "one pint of type O- blood"? How does one collect a "cry for mercy"? Does the "human sacrifice" need to be human? Most importantly, what are you supposed to do with these items once you've collected them all? Maybe you should check your list with the Network. Some folks might be willing to pool resources. TWO: ONE, TWO, SKIP A FEW Sometime yesterday, you noticed that a timer placed itself on the Network. Contacting the Admin about it provided no explanation, of course, and nobody's tablet buddy seems to have any answers. It started from zero and began counting upwards, seconds ticking away like lightning, but nothing was happening, so there was nothing to be done. Suddenly, however, you can't help but notice the count stutter and jump upwards to 99 hours in. And then, at 100, it stops and vanishes. As far as you can tell, nothing's changed, but it's disconcerting enough that you can't get it off your mind. Maybe someone else on the Network has some theories. Action Prompts THREE: WHAT WE DO WITH THE SHADOWS You and your companion decided that, for whatever reason, this house was worth investigating. It took something unorthodox—like moving all the furniture to one place, illuminating certain segments of the room, reciting a message, or maybe something else—but by doing it, it seems you've invited another guest. It's a shadowy figure with no face and no discernible limbs, and it goes wherever you go, lingering behind you just so that you can only ever see it out of your peripheral vision. Your companion can see it well enough, though, and sometimes it follows them instead. It doesn't seem to be hostile, but can you know that for sure? Either way, lockdown has already fallen, and you're stuck with it through the night. FOUR: WHO LET THE DOGS OUT? You’ve just gotten comfortable for the night with your traveling companion when something odd happens. You hear an animal. A dog? A cat? A bird? Maybe the sound is coming from outside, or in the other room. Maybe you feel it brush or flutter past you without anything being there. Or maybe you even see it…just out of the corner of your eye, as it darts around a corner. You feel like maybe it’s trying to alert you to something, somehow. Or maybe you just really want to see if you can coax it out. Careful, though, get too close too quickly and you may aggravate it. As phantom as the animal may seem, the claw marks you receive for your trouble feel very real.

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one | video | @gnorlands

[Some (Merk, for instance, in the dry and cynical voice he knew so well) might question the choice to reveal his...."unique" biology to the human populaton of Norfinbury. Vorin himself thought it made little difference to delay an outcome that felt inevitable. Food and shelter were limited, after all, as was the ability to travel far or fast. The others would cross paths with him eventually...would see him for what he was. Better to face fate on his own terms.]

This isn't what came to mind when I read the term "scavenger hunt". Bottle caps and paper clips, shoelaces, something called a "yoh-yoh"....

[A pause.]

And the femur bone of a newborn infant. What possible use could that have?

[At least the Dread Weapons were absent from this bizarre list. One took silver linings where they could be found, Vorin believed, and he absolutely did not need the fear of "admin" knowing about such incredibly powerful, incredibly dangerous artifacts to gain the knife-edge of confirmation.]

three | action

[Vorin's gaze is flat and hard with wary suspicion and a caged sort of anger, both thinly masked by the terrible patience of a hunter poised to spring. Armor creaks as gauntleted hands curl into fists. His gold eyes track the shadow-creature's presence without pause, as though daring it to try something more ambitious than hovering around his newest companion and being creepy.]

I don't know about you, but the idea of sleeping the night through while this...thing....hangs around seems ill-advised.

Edited 2016-09-16 04:41 (UTC)

[It could be worse, Ritsu reminds himself. The... what is this, anyway? The, uh, thing could be actively trying to hurt them. It could be making a ton of noise. It could be drawing in others like it. It could be a lot of things.]

[Then again, there isn't anything to say that it won't do any of those things eventually.]

I agree. [Honestly, spending the whole night with a, uh... ram? Is he a ram? Ritsu isn't entirely sure, and he doesn't want to ask, either. No matter - it's going to be a strange night, but it's been nothing but strange nights since he got here, so this shouldn't faze him. He won't let it faze him. Not the one thing, not the other thing.]

Perhaps we can trade sleeping shifts...?

[It's what he was going to suggest, so no argument there. Vorin merely nods, armor creaking again as he forces his hands to unclench. The first immediate surge of instinct, to choose fight over flight, is losing its knife-edge of urgency in the absence of a threat that can be immediately dealt with, easing instead into a steady, constant buzzing in his blood and along his nerve-endings.]

I'll take first watch. [...it's hard to not loom over this guy like a brooding mountain, and he's trying not to, but being about nine feet tall is working against him.] ...the network has been claiming that it might pass between us, besides, and I can't watch my own back.

[It seems like this guy is chilling out, at least a bit. That's... good. Ritsu nods along with the comment about its movements and passing between them.]

Still, it's strange. I was under the impression that these spirits only appeared during the day. ["Spirits" may not be the right word for whatever this thing is, but close enough, by his judgment.] Does that make it just a normal monster?

[Ha, normal. As if anything about this is normal.]

[A twitch around his mouth that might be a rueful half-smile, or just the clenching of his jaw.]

Perhaps it's a weaker cousin. [Since it hasn't killed them. Yet. In a way they could see or sense.] But that begs the question of what purpose it serves.

[If not to, you know, eat them....or absorb them....or whatever the daytime anomalies tended to do.]