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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: SEE THAT WE CAN SEE It's late and you're settling down for the night when you notice a strange light coming from... outside? Through the heavy snowfall, you can just make out the haze of glowing eyes in the distance. Dozens of them. It's difficult to tell through the window, but they seem to be staring directly at you. Since it's after lockdown, you can't get outside to investigate, but maybe others in town are seeing the eyes too. You'd better take to the Network to see what's going on. TWO: BEHIND THESE HAZEL EYES You can't sleep. You've been trying, trying, trying. But every time you close your eyes, you see the eyes of the prophet etched into the insides of your eyelids. The symbol only seems to get brighter and clearer the longer you keep your eyes shut, the closer you get to drifting off. It chills you awake. Nothing seems to help. Maybe there are others on the Network who are having the same problem. Or, at least, someone who doesn't mind keeping you company through the long hours. Action Prompts THREE: THREE'S A CROWD You and your traveling companion are exploring what looks to be a perfectly normal building when you notice something strange carved into the wall. Is that an eye? Strange indeed, but what's stranger is that new carvings keep appearing, always where you're not looking. Soon, the whole room is full of eye carvings. Is your companion doing this? If not them, then who? FOUR: THE KNIFE'S EDGE Most everyone in town still has eyes that are either glowing or shaped like the prophet's symbol, and your eyes are no different. These are the same eyes that made everyone attack each other a few nights ago. Every time you catch a glimpse of yourself, maybe in the reflection of a window or the video feed on your tablet, you feel a little sick. Unfortunately, your traveling companion's eyes look strange too, and they're the opposite of yours. Both of you are in danger if those murderous urges come back, which makes it difficult to trust each other after what you've been through. It's late at night when a dark thought crosses your mind--you do have a knife. Not that there's any reason to use it, of course... Right?

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[ Karkat, weird and unnerving as he is, would fit right in with some of the teens of Gotham. Then again, those street rats would very likely eat him alive and not just for the sake of him being an alien. ]

We're taking you back first.

[ Because Jason has had enough of the snow, shivering with his arms folded as the silence of the town grates on his thoughts. ]

Huh?

[Yeah, he was zoning out, what was that? And, since they've pretty firmly established that that no quadrant shenanigans of any sort will be going on (unless Jason is lying, which, you know, always a possibility), he ventures a pace or two closer just in case that will help him figure out what the fuck Jason's getting at.]

Back where?

[Use your words, Jason, it's not that hard.]

Back to wherever it is you're staying in this rathole.

[ He sure isn't taking Karkat home with him. ]

Oh. Right, I knew that.

[No, Karkat, you really didn't.]

Anywhere's fine, then. Like, there's not really much difference, is there?

Haven't you got anywhere in particular you want to head back to?

[ Instead of wandering around aimlessly, sheesh. ]

[Shrug??]

I'm still figuring shit out here, what do you want from me? It'd be stupid to set up base somewhere and then have to move it because I find a better place later.

[... and there's definitely more he's not saying, but no, Jason does not get to hear that.]

Look, I've stashed a few places in case of an emergency, the nearest is coming up. It's secure, got a blanket, and a few biscuits. You can stay there, it'll be getting dark soon.

[ This is not a debate. ]

[AGAIN, GETTING KIND OF PALE THERE, BRUH. But, uh...]

... I guess if you're offering.

[And if he's going to be alone. Jason had said "you," not "us," so it's probably fine, right? Just this once.]

Well, thank God you've got some sense of self-preservation. This way, kid.

[ Probably what follows is the most boring fifteen minute walk across town to an old warehouse in history. He leads the way inside, heading for the old office. ]

["Some sense of" wow choke on his bone bulge in exclusively nonsexy ways you prick.

He scowls but follows along, and near the conclusion of their ADVENTURE THROUGH A WINTER WONDERLAND, he grumbles back.]

I can take care of myself, you know. It's not like I'm new at this.

Here's a wild idea to stop half the town pitying you, since that apparently sends you into an apopleptic rage that no human is going to understand: don't tell people your sad life story. Don't even hint at it. We're programmed to care and show it, and it's kind of shitty from our POV to throw that back in our face.

Now, c'mon. It's through here.

[ In the office, dusty and dirty as it is, he pulls forward a desk of drawers to reveal a hole kicked through the brickwork, big enough for Jason on all fours and certainly for Karkat. To prove it isn't a trap, he crawls through to the other side where a space a little bigger than a sizeable storage closet is hidden; a small wooden box contains three wafer bars and two packets of chips, all wrapped in sealed plastic bags. Rolled up on a dry floor of torn-out pages from books and cardboard boxes are a couple of blankets and deflated pillows. A torch sits atop the meagre pile.

The missing handle from the old desk-of-drawers has been attached to its rear panel, allowing it to be dragged back into place to complete the illusion of a secret den. ]

[Apoplectic rage not so much this time, but Karkat is going to turn visibly red under all that gray skin, his palm soon smacking over his face to hide it. Human, he has to remind himself that Jason is human, as is everyone else, they have no idea how augh augh eurgh blargh.]

I wasn't hinting at anything, what's wrong with you? I was just talking.

[... about clowns and how fucking terrible they are the first time, and then this second time he's not even sure it is a second time? Why is Jason making such a big fucking deal out of this, he doesn't get it.

He crouches down by the entrance of the hidey-hole as it's revealed but doesn't follow Jason in, instead slapping on his best unimpressed face while he takes stock of his new accommodations. Not bad, probably? It'll do. He's certainly done with worse.]

Okay, you've done you're good deed for the day. Going to leave me the fuck alone now? Because I'm getting real tired of all your lecturing. I'll be fine.

You ever come across a kid called Damian Wayne, try hanging out. I'm sure you'll get on like a house on fire.

[ Having taken stock of the hidey-hole and largely just relieved that Karkat is letting himself be stashed out of harm's way for the night, Jason crawls back out and ushers him in with a showy wave that would make Alfred roll his eyes. If, you know, Alfred had fewer manners than he actually does. ]

Pull it closed behind you, then I'll leave.

[ Just making sure those scrawny arms can handle it. ]

[Who the fuck is Damian Wayne and why should he care? But at least Jason is backing the fuck off now, which is all Karkat had really wanted, and he sends him one last suspicious glance before carefully making his way inside his new "lodgings." Crawling in means he has to take his eyes off Jason for a little while, but he grits his teeth and does it because what other choice does he have? None. End of story.

He hesitates before shutting himself away, though, instead taking a moment to stare out at Jason and... fuck. Fuck it.]

Hey, uh... thanks. For the help.

[ Fully expecting a fuck off or somesuch bile, his frown softens when he meets Karkat's yellow eyes. Horrid as the kid can be, confusing and irritating, he's no adult; the apology means something. Jason hopes Karkat isn't too scared of spending the night alone, even if the troll is used to it. ]

Anytime, short-stack. Binge on my snacks, someone should.

[ He hitches up a smile, giving a nod before pacing away over the length of the warehouse. ]

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"torch" lol u brit

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