Test Drive

[snowblindmods]

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: DISTORTION Something is wrong with the video feed. You're not sure what it is, but it seems that whenever anyone tries to post to the Network using video, their faces warp and distort like they're being ripped through with static. Odd, since it's only the people who show up blurry, and not the surroundings. Maybe you want to test it out with more people to see if everyone is experiencing the same problem, or maybe you just want to toss theories around about what the issue might be, but either way you turn to the Network for answers. Fortunately, the text and audio features are working normally, so you can still have conversations with the others without any problems. TWO: STRAIGHT TO DETENTION You had to head to the school in order to grab some more rations, but before you head out for the day you decide to explore around a little more. You've heard that people have had success in the past connecting with the Prophet here, so you head to Samantha's classroom and sit at her desk. When you speak up, though, trying to make contact, it's not the Prophet who answers. Instead, you hear the sound of a sharp crack and there's a sting on the back of your hands, like you've been whacked by a ruler. Raise your hand! If you don't follow classroom rules, I'll have to give you detention. A shadow flicks behind you, the looming outline of the teacher that reprimanded you disappears before you can get a good look. The problem? You can't seem to find the exit to the classroom. Your sense of direction warps every time you get to where it should be, causing you to become disoriented and turned around. The neatly-lined desks suddenly seem to form a maze. If you want to skip detention, you may need a little help from the Network. Maybe someone can guide you out. Action Prompts THREE: NO SOLICITING You're running out of time. You finally found a building you can stay in for the night...but it seems that someone else has found it first. And this someone else appears, for whatever reason, unhappy with the idea of letting you in to share the space. You know there's plenty of room for the both of you, and you don't have enough time to duck into another building for safety. You keep glancing nervously at the time on your tablet. It's cold, and you don't have much more time to argue before you're stuck out here. If talking isn't going to get you much farther, maybe you can offer something that will make it worth their while. Or maybe you can even force the issue. You probably have something on you that you can use as a weapon if you're not confident that your own strength will do the trick. FOUR: HOUSE AT THE END OF THE LANE The house that you and your traveling companion have stumbled across has seen better days. As soon as you step through the door, it's easy to see what's happened. Everything has blackened and burned--every object and decoration charred to oblivion, a snapshot of some family's unwitting last moment together. The only proof that it had ever been occupied at all is the creamy white silhouettes that light up the kitchen wall: the perfect outline of a mother, father, and young child holding hands as they pray together before the meal they'd never eat. Maybe you can still find some useful items stowed away inside the cupboards.

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[ecks]

[The young woman who comes into view as Snake clears the threshold of the room is dressed head to toe in drab, mottled gray. Her expression is utterly blank as she rises from a nest of bags and -- stuffed animals? -- piled up in the corner, a hatchet in her hand. The other hand is heavily bandaged, strapped against her belly in a makeshift sling, but she moves with the assurance and readiness of a trained killer as she comes to her feet, yellow eyes taking in the whole of him, coldly calculating. Her face and her visible hand are a grotesque patchwork of differently colored pieces of skin. Her voice is a monotone that gives no more away than her face.]

I am Ecks. I am capable of murdering you but I would prefer not to do so.

[sneakysnek]

[Snake steps forward carefully, one foot after the other, gun still drawn. His eyes move to the hatchet, and then around the room, as he assesses the situation. 'I am capable of murdering you,' she says. He's heard that sort of thing before, you can imagine. Still, he lowers the gun very slowly and circles around, again, step by step, and with enough distance between them, to a place to sit. With one hand raised to express to her silently that he's not doing anything funny, Snake reaches for a pouch on his waist and pulls out a cigarette and a lighter and slips the stick between his lips.]

Ecks, huh? This your place?

[ecks]

No. This is not my place.

[She watches him, hatchet still at the ready. She's absolutely ready to pounce if he makes a move, though she eyes the gun warily and stays put as he circles around, and though she holds the hatchet as though it's not a weapon with which she's especially familiar. The monotone and the blank expression don't shift.]

I am sleeping here tonight. I do not want you to take my things or hurt me while I am sleeping.