Test Drive

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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: WE ALL FLOAT DOWN HERE You're taking your first leap down into the underground tunnels, glad for a break from snowy travel. Everything is going well at first, but then...You see something up ahead. Something colorful? It's hard to tell what it is, but as you cautiously approach it becomes more obvious: a single, floating balloon. There's a curled piece of paper tied delicately to the end of the string. If you dare to read it, it provides you with a simple message: h͙̟͝e͏͉͍l̯͔͍̩̼̫̣l̢̥̥̩̥̞͓o͘ Or maybe it's something different. No matter what it is, you don't feel very good after reading it. Maybe you should turn to the Network for comfort. Even if they don't have any explanation, at least you might feel a bit better not being completely alone down here. TWO: THE BEST MEDICINE Today, you found an SD card for your troubles. It downloaded an app to your tablet titled JOKES.EXE. Figuring you could use a laugh, you opened it to see what it contained. Screen after screen, it generates for you a joke. Once you tap on the lead-in, it delivers the punchline. Only...These jokes aren't really that funny. In fact, they're kind of unsettling. Like someone went out of their way to put a dark spin on them. The little boy was disappointed he couldn't go to the family restaurant for his birthday party. He'd already killed his family. Yeah, that's enough. You put the jokes out of your mind. It's not like it's going to hurt anything. At least that's what you think, until the jokes start inserting themselves into the text you write to others on the Network. Switching to voice or video doesn't help, either. Even though you aren't making any jokes, if you play back your feed, you'll find yourself saying them. Hopefully you don't offend someone during the time it takes you to find a way to uninstall the app. Action Prompts THREE: INSIDE JOKE Overall, you'd say it's been a pretty peaceful night. You try and go to sleep before your traveling companion, knowing that the light of their tablet won't bother you. The real problem is that every time you're about to drift off, they start laughing. Sometimes it's a muted giggle underneath their breath, as if they read something funny, but other times the laughter is outright and uncontained. After awhile you have to ask them to be more respectful and quiet down, but when you sit up and look their way, they only seem confused. What are you talking about? Of course they weren't laughing. They thought you were the one laughing in your sleep. FOUR: EVERY NIGHTMARE YOU'VE EVER HAD It's quite likely that neither you nor your traveling companion was very happy to find themselves stuck in the house with all the clown decorations just before lockdown. But there's no time to find new lodging now, and being uncomfortable is definitely preferable to being frozen, so here you're going to have to suck it up and stay. The only problem is that you feel like there's someone else in the building with you, watching from just out of sight. It sends a paranoid chill down your spine--you're sure you've checked the house top to bottom already, and there wasn't any trace of anyone else--and is it just you, or does that clown statue look disturbingly lifelike? You get closer, but it isn't breathing, and the eyes are glassy. But wait, that one over there...it wasn't there before, was it? Or, did you just see a spotted piece of fabric move out of the corner of your eye? You can't shake the feeling that one of these clowns is more than just a decoration, but no matter how hard either of you try, you can't seem to find the culprit. Maybe it really is just your imagination running wild, but still, how are you supposed to get any sleep like this?

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[telvanni]

Traps are often heralded by helpful little warnings in this realm? How quaint. Gods forbid that such devices actually fulfil their intended purpose.

[ He makes a show of rolling his eyes as theatrically as possible - totally not checking for any arrowholes in any walls as he does so - before offering the note for inspection once more. ]

If your intent is to compare the writing on it to that of the townsfolk to find a culprit, I fear you're wasting your time.

[cahooted]

Well, they're usually more of the the writing-on-the-wall, skull-on-a-stick or horribly-distorted-faces-set-into-stone variety. Never came across the creepy floating balloon, personally.

[Scratching Intensifies.] That— [hasn't even crossed his mind, tbh. Maybe he should be more focused on the question of who leaves creepy notes floating around.]

What language is that, exactly? How do you read it? [He hopes you're okay down there, Neloth, really.]

Is it a syllabary?

[telvanni]

Ahhh, I see. Then this would be a world in which the infant spark of subtlety was crushed before it could draw breath. Enchanting.

[ Everyone with a lick of sense knows that you're supposed to make your traps undetectable to the naked eye, so only other wizards can detect them. And the traps have to be enchanted with further traps that activate whenever any kind of detection spell is used within the general area.

Like, duh. ]

As for the lettering, it is no syllabary - merely an alternate alphabet. Daedric script. One typically reads it using their eyes, and a rare organ we Dunmer possess known as the brain.

[ It's located inside their skulls. Right next to the sass glands. ]

[cahooted]

[You know what, maybe he won't be too upset if a murder clown comes after you.]

That balloon actually suits you, because wow, you must be fun at parties.

[Daedric script, Dunmer, he makes a mental note of that. He's a little irritated but that doesn't quench his curiosity.] So what subtle world are you from?

[telvanni]

Parties. Why in oblivion would one want to be fun at parties? Or even just at parties? That would only encourage more people to invite you to them. Ghastly.

[ He understands the sarcasm, but just doesn't care. PARTIES. HONESTLY. ]

I hail from Nirn. Morrowind, specifically, though I relocated to Solstheim a couple of centuries ago. A land not unlike this one in its enthusiasm for snow, ice, and all things eerie.

[cahooted]

... Point taken. [He... really can't argue there. Parties ARE pretty awful, especially the kind where you come home after a long working day and you're 32 years old and your mother throws a surprise party in your living room while simultaneously trying to set you up with the niece of her Bridge buddy and you realize you kind of prefer the grave robbers you were fighting earlier that day and-- well, anyway. Parties are a very special hell, that's something they can definitely agree on here.]

All things eerie? A place of magic, then. You must feel right at home.

[telvanni]

Magic abounds, yes. Though for one such as I to truly feel at home here would require more in the way of hospitality than any of us have been offered. Hot meals. Perhaps a servant or two. A cup of tea? It isn't asking much.

[ Let's be real he's totally asked the admin for all these things by now and got no response. TERRIBLE. ]

I'm sure even one such as you can relate.

[cahooted]

[The INSOLENCE. Flynn will carve him a little fist on a stick that he can shake.]

I know, right? Ugh, the servant thing, it's the worst, and, [... waait], now hang on, just what do you mean by 'one such as me'? Because that, that kind of had this undertone, you know, what do they call that again? [Oh right.] Insulting?

[In which case, r u d e, Neloth, he thought they were being arrow trap buddies here.]

[telvanni]

I mean a man. As in not elven. If you wish to interpret that as an insult, well...

[ You'd be correct, because as everyone knows, the dark elves are superior to everyone and everything in any way that matters. Observe their noble bearing! Admire their rich history! Quail before their mighty cheekbones!!

I mean um Neloth just. Trails off meaningfully. Yeah. ]

[cahooted]

[Oh really? Well, men have panties that they sometimes get in a twist.]

I don't! You don't even know what a balloon is!

[telvanni]

Oh, please. If we are to play that particular game, I daresay I could name a veritable cornucopia of things that you don't recognise. Scribs. Guars. Khajiit. Sheogorath. Must I continue?

[ stupid balloons grump gromp grrr ]

[cahooted]

Maybe, but, I'm not the one making insinuating... implications of inflection here. [He would never do that. Ever. To anyone. Such humble, much modest. Wow.

Also, he's a little proud of that absolutely amazing alliteration, alright?]

But that's okay. It's very natural to turn to the network when you're scar-- stumped on your task. We're here for you.