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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: GIFT BASKET You wake up to find a new application, BASKET.EXE, has downloaded itself to your tablet. The icon is of a cheery pink wicker basket adorned in a bright ribbon and full of eggs and treats. If you click on it, no program appears to immediately load, but then an egg-shaped chocolate in a cheerfully colored wrapper will appear in the corner of your screen. "Eat me?" it asks in an unassuming word bubble. Should you click on it, your tablet goes dark. A cryptic message appears on the center of your screen in red text: Thank you for your contribution. Or maybe it reads: Progress has been saved. Or even: It will be our secret. Whatever the message reads, you feel a shiver pass down your spine, and then your tablet returns to normal. The application has disappeared. TWO: THE RESURRECTION Maybe you've died before or maybe this is your first time, but just like with any other revival, you awake in your body bag, and have to suffer through the task of crawling out into the morgue. You know you'll need to figure out what it is you've awaken to: how long you've been gone, where you are, if anything has changed about you or anyone else. But before you have a chance to do anything to get your bearings, your eyes catch onto something strange. There, on the door to the drawer your body had been stuffed into, someone (or something) has left something. It could be a drawing, or it could be a written word, but whatever it is, the sight of it fills you with a sense of loss. It's familiar, though you're not immediately sure how or why: something that symbolizes something important you've lost in your past. But who would leave this here? And who could know? Action Prompts THREE: RABBIT FEET It's been a long day of traveling, and you and your companion are glad to be reaching your final destination for the night. Someone's even built a rabbit out of snow outside of the door to make the place more inviting. Only...as you get closer, you realize that the tall, white figure is much too detailed to be anything made of snow. The slender figure has a body that could almost be human if not for the way that the limbs attach to the torso at odd angles, and the rabbit face has dark, hollow slits for eyes. It carries a small basket in delicate fingers. It waits for you. It waits for you to get closer, closer. It waits for you to try to get inside. FOUR: SKIN DEEP The day has been rather uneventful, so you wonder why it is you can't sleep. Something is eating at you, poking at the back of your brain, telling you that you're missing something. You look over at your companion and then you see it--something shifting beneath their skin. And then you look down at your own arm, and you see it there, too. An egg has been planted into your skin. And not just one. You wake your companion at once--they need to see what you see. But when you illuminate the situation with the lights from your tablets, you can't see the eggs anymore. You're left to wonder if it was really real, or if your imagination was getting the better of you. But what if it was real? And what happens when the eggs hatch?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You're free to outrun me in the other direction. I've got others to travel with. Not you.

Didn't see anyone with you when we met up.

What is this, the third fucking degree?

Nah, we're only on the first.

Well. We're done with it, whatever it is. Ask something else if you'd like to talk, eh?

What can you tell me about any crimes that've been committed here?

[It's a different subject. Technically.]

Fuck off. No.

[Come on, buddy.]

Something else.

[Lestrade shrugs.]

Why don't you give us a topic, mate?

Tell me about you. You're from what year?

2017. And yourself?

1922. Bit before you.

[You know, just a bit.]

Wife and kids at home, to go along with that respectable job?

[Lestrade smiles broadly, but it doesn't reach his eyes.]

Boy and a girl, 6 and 10. Vicki's a software designer.

[There is no wedding band on his finger. His wife left him for a teacher. He has no children.]

How about you? Any youth you're corrupting along with a pretty wife?

[Alfie squints at him. The mouth looks right, but the eyes...? They're dead, maybe. An accident. Or the wife left him and took the kids. Or maybe this is a game, and they don't exist at all.

He'll play.]

One girl. Ten.

Ten. They do grow, don't they? What's yours named, then?

[There's just the slightest hint of hesitation there - not because he's having trouble coming up with a name, but because he's wondering if saying it will hurt too much.

He decides that it will, so he alters it a little.]

Amelia. She likes adventure stories. Drawing pictures.

[Lestrade raises his brows, assuming the hesitation is Alfie coming up with a lie.]

Does she, now? Gets those interests from her mum's side, does she?

I don't look like a lover of adventure and art to you?

[Lestrade gives Alfie a mock-serious look over.]

Eh. Maybe adventure.

[For a given value of 'adventure.']

I drew this.

[From his bag, he unearths a little colored-pencil sketch of a man in a top hat and coat, arms spread wide as he stands in front of a warehouse.]

[Lestrade squints at the sketch, and then leans back.]

Well, I hope she got the talent from her mum's side.

That's my warehouse. I quite like it.

The warehouse or the drawing?

The both of 'em. I drew this for Amelia.

[That gets a confused pause.]

What, you mean for when you get back?

[Why the hell would he be drawing things for his daughter here? Unless she's here?]

Yeah. Not likely I'll be able to give it to her, but thinking about it helps, doesn't it.

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