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: TIME TO CHECK WEBMD You've found the pharmacy, which is really convenient, since you're not feeling that great. Actually, you're feeling terrible. Maybe you have a fever, maybe you're coughing up blood, maybe you're vomiting... Whatever it is, you should probably try to get some medicine for it. Well, if you can figure out what it is. Maybe someone on the network can help you out? Alternately, you know exactly what you have--but for whatever reason, the medicine here isn't something you can easily understand. You have to choose between a couple of options, and you don't know the difference. Hopefully someone on the network can tell you which will heal you and which will probably kill you. TWO: NOT SO HELPFUL AVATARS Every tablet has the option for a customizable avatar that will talk to you and keep your tablet in order. Maybe you set it up, maybe you never checked it. Either way, it keeps popping up unrequested and being sort of... Odd. Flickering, talking in strange, mechanical voices, offering advice that's unhelpful at best and actively harmful at worst... Maybe it's even telling the entire network some things you've been doing you'd rather everyone didn't know. Time to call tech support. Unfortunately, the best option is other people on the network. Good luck. Action Prompts THREE: SCHOOL DAYS You've ended up in the elementary school. Maybe you're grabbing more food, maybe you're exploring. Either way, this place is creepy; the atmosphere is the sort that gets the hair on the back of your neck rising (potentially metaphorically, if you don't have hair or a neck). It's not long before strange things start happening. The sound of running and screaming children, doors slamming in far off or nearby hallways, pianos playing... What's going on? It's hard to tell what's really happening from what isn't happening. Maybe someone who's also exploring has some idea. FOUR: SUPPLY SCRAMBLE You've just walked into a house, and look, there's fresh fruit sitting right out on the counter! How long has it been since you've had some of that? It'll definitely help provide some much-needed vitamins and maybe it will ward off scurvy and the like. There's even more than one piece! ...And there's more than one person here, too. So, what are you going to do? Are you willing to share, or are you prepared to stab someone over a pear? Time to find out just how badly you want that food.

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malia tate | teen wolf

[animalize]

I ► VIDEO

[ malia was born supernatural. she's not used to being sick; the last time she was, she almost died. so, user name asdfghjkl sends out a video! she sniffles at first, looking sickly and — more importantly — miserable. ]

I feel like I'm gonna die.

[ she coughs. ]

My throat feels weird, and my head is pounding, and I keep having to cough. And I'm tired. All I wanna do is sleep. [ it's horrible!!! ] What am I supposed to do about this?

III ► ACTION

[ the school is creepy, but malia's not one to run away from a challenge. the sounds of children are really unsettling her, though. she'd be unsettled even if she was in a regular elementary school with a bunch of children. they're weird, and she has to be so gentle with them or apparently they'll break. she's walking the halls, peeking into classrooms and seeing a grand total of... nothing, really, but she doesn't plan on giving up yet.

her defenses are up, nervous because she can't smell or hear people coming from far away anymore. she turns the corner and— there's a person there. instinctively, she moves to hit the crap out of them. she punches first, asks questions later. they can try to dodge, but if her hit lands, it's gonna hurt. she might not have super strength anymore, but she's got a mean right hook. ]

( HI YES I'M BACK AGAIN. prose or action is fine, as is choosing your own adventure! )

[rubikscomplex]

[ Perhaps hotstud_xxx doesn't sound like the most professional title for a doctor, but House is used to surfing on porn sites, not playing Web MD. The name is accompanied by a scruffy, bored-looking man. ]

Are you coughing up blood?

[ Please be coughing up blood. If he has to diagnose 'cold' for someone, this is going to be tedious. Winter wasteland, and he's stuck on clinic duty. ]

i ; audio

[income]

[This response comes from the... cryptic... username nobody. Maybe it's actually a video response but it's too dark to see anything regardless.]

Deal with it like everyone else.

[Maybe Norfinbury isn't quite as bad as the City, but he's used to this kind of misery, so y'know.]

III

[disapotheosis]

[And swish and dodge, easy as you please. Aizen has nothing of his old power - nothing, it keeps whispering about his head, that knowledge, very much like a sword ghosting close to the skin, and he has not felt even the ghost of a sword in a very long time - but he still has the basis on which he built everything else. Talent, training, and attention. Even in this entirely unfamiliar environment, he has not yet been taken off his guard once.

Well, barring the obvious, of course.

He has retreated a step back, out of Malia's immediate reach, and flicks both hands up, palms out, to show that he means no harm. He looks just eerie enough to fit in with the setting there, tall, straight-backed and utterly calm even with the remains of the old restrains still on him. He'd pretended to be powerless for hundreds of years. Pretending to be powerful is child's play.]

My, you are fast. And very set on hurting someone.

Minako Arisato | Persona 3 Portable

[xxii]

network id: wildcard

okay so like
i have NO clue how any of these meds work in the pharmacy
youd think that meds of all things would be universal but nope apparently not!
im getting really feverish and i want to nip this in the bud while i still can considering our circumstances
but like
what should i take???
some of this looks like its potentially super dangerous...

action

three;

Finding the school was a godsend; Minako had been running low on supplies, and she was worried that she'd have to do something serious in order to find any more. Word down the grapevine told her to check out some of the public buildings, and she hadn't been disappointed with the results, filling her backpack eagerly with the supplies to absolute capacity.

However... she hadn't by any means expected a casual supply run to devolve into a ghost story. Despite her friends best efforts back home, Minako'd never been particularly scared by the ghost stories they would tell -- scary movies with vengeful spirits and demons, yeah, but that was different! The he said she said of telling ghost stories had just never been something of relevance, and it's not like the one ghost story she ever investigated resulted in anything real... it ended up being the doings of one of her friends, actually. But it's pretty hard to ignore the ghostly laughing and screaming when you're smack dab in the middle of it, plus all the doors slamming and phantom music in the distance did nothing to ease her nerves...

Minako frowns, hoisting her backpack back over her shoulders as she finishes zipping up the food she'd packed away. Was there someone else in here too, trying to freak people out? Scare them away from all the supplies, maybe? This called for an investigation.

Four;

"Oh my god!"

Minako dives straight for the fruit bowl, taking one of the pears and biting into it eagerly with a small noise of appreciation. She doesn't even worry too much about the juices streaming down her chin, devouring the fruit until there was nothing left but the core and licking her fingers clean. It's not until after she moves to wipe off her face that she notices that someone else was standing not too far away, and her expression turns into the sort of alarmed guilt of someone who had their hand caught in the cookie jar. Oops? She hopes that hadn't belonged to you.

"...hi?"

4; well this is gonna be kinda weird

[silencesfate]

"... Hi."

The blue-haired boy stared quizzically at the stranger in front of him, with an unreadable expression. He thought he heard a shout and a clatter in the next-door room, and just kind of... walked into there, without a second thought. Though, he seemed more subtly startled that there was another person here, rather than any trace of being upset or saddened that she had gone and helped herself to some of the food that was inside the house. Maybe a good sign? He really doesn't say anything more than that single-word greeting, just keeping his gaze on her for a few more seconds, then facing away to look out the window again.

You get the distinct impression he doesn't talk much. If there's anything she might be able to recognize though, it's that underneath his opened winter coat that he opened as soon as he was indoors, he's wearing a Gekkoukan uniform.

Harry Hart / Kingsman

[signet]

001 (sorta) >> video >> @h.hart

[There's always a chance for grievous bodily harm when one is trapped in what is, quite frankly, a snowier version of Hell. Harry is going to be tight-lipped about how this particular injury happened to him (possibly because it occurred in an embarrassing manner, or possibly not), and he'd planned on treating it himself. No need to get others involved, he had thought.

However, once he'd stumbled into the pharmacy and all but collapsed, head swimming and nauseous from pain, he realized he couldn't do it alone.

So, reluctantly, he resorts to the network. He appears on screen looking pale and quite unlike his usual well-put-together self.]

Good afternoon. I'm afraid I've found myself in the rather uncomfortable position of requesting help.

[His voice is strained, but retains a polite level of professionalism.]

I think I've broken my arm. [He knows he has, actually; he'd heard the snap.] I'd set it myself but I can't do it one-handed, so I would be very grateful to anyone who can offer some assistance.

As luck would have it, I've made it to the pharmacy. We should find everything we need here.

[And one last thing, before he's done:]

The sooner the better. Thank you.

video, @JPHawkins

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim's on his first expedition into the tunnels and jumpy about it. Though being underground, out of the wind and snow, should be more comfortable than trudging through the mess outdoors he's nervous about enclosed spaces since the arrival of the shadows.

It's a relief, then, that he notices a new message on the network and embrace the distraction. That relief turns to worry when he realizes what the post is about, but he's quick to respond. ]

Hey, I think I'm pretty close. Hang on, okay?

[ Then, because he's compelled toward honesty: ]

I've never set an arm before, though.

audio: @compass5565

[vesicant]

[On one hand, you've gotta be pretty clumsy to break an arm when she hasn't seen any critters in town (...yet) worth running from. On the other hand... hell, why not, Meg figures she's a stone's throw from the pharmacy, and people remember favours.]

Guess you're in luck, setting bones is one thing I know pretty well.

You were seriously gonna do it yourself? That takes some cojones.

Cole | Dragon Age: Inquisition

[fadedmemory]

002: network; video; @cole

It won't let me help.

[ Holding the tablet in both hands only a few inches away from him, Cole's face is rather too close to the camera for comfort. All the better to see his expression of sorrowful concern, though.

And his hat. The hat is pretty unavoidable. ]

It speaks, stuck, saying such sad words - wondering, wailing, why? Waiting within the speaking mirror. Wistful.

[ He carefully touches the tablet screen, attempting to comfort the avatar that is seemingly trapped inside. Astonishingly, it doesn't respond. Not unless you count the odd glitchy noises it's making, anyway. ]

I gave it a form, like me. But it didn't make it happy. I can't hear what it wants here, and it won't tell me.

[ And that's TERRIBLE. ]

@dewitt; video

[doesntrow]

[There's something weirdly sympathetic about the boy with the hat, even if he sounds like a Lutece after too many drinks.

He's not as smug as the twins, though. That helps a lot.]

You're not making a whole lot of sense there, kid.

@h.hart; assuming some passing cr

[signet]

It's a glitch, dear boy. Nothing more.

[He knows because his tablet has been doing the exact same thing, and it's been maddening. He's tried everything he can think of to disable it but without success.]

The issue is purely mechanical. [He attempts to put it into terms a person unfamiliar with computers might easily grasp. It's harder than one might think.] The being inside the tablet has no thoughts or feelings of its own; it's a program.

Greg House | House MD

[rubikscomplex]

network - audio
[ No one told him he wouldn't be able to change his sn once chosen. What kind of crap network is this? It's apparently the one House is stuck with. Everyone will be treated to a message from hotstud_xxx. ]

Let's play a game. Let's assume any of this is actually real and not an hallucination or someone's really interesting idea for a prank. How do I get the clipart buddy to shut up on this tablet? I'm pretty sure 'take off your coat and enjoy the day outside' only works if I'm literally a furnace. Or if it's trying to encourage me to exhibitionism. Hot or not? I'm guessing not when I keel over from hypothermia.


action - school
[ House hadn't really wanted to get out, but with his bottle of vicodin looking lonely in his pocket, he's decided it's best to find something. Schools usually have nurse's offices, right? Time to see if there's anything worth taking left in there. Or it would be, if not for the Stephen King-cum-M. Night Shyamalan atmosphere the place had going on.

He spots what he assumes is another actual living being and limps over, cane thunking loudly on the floor. ]

Okay. I've seen this movie before, so when does the blood start pouring down the walls?

[ The piano playing has his own fingers twitching, wanting to put something better on. ]

school

[graphomaniac]

[ Wait. Is that actually a person?

Lev notices House as he rounds a corner, holding on to the wall as much for reassurance as for stability. He squints at the other, trying to determine if he's real, a trick of this place or a return of his hallucinations. After House fails to disappear into thin air, Lev decides he's probably real and approaches. ]

Would be too cheap. I hope this place is classier than that.

[ He's entirely deadpan and serious in tone, but it's meant to be a joke.

He's kind of mumbling, not looking at House directly. He's still clutching the wall and his walking stick for dear life, as they are currently the only things he can be reasonably sure exist outside of his personal bubble of reality. ]

dragonborn ( the elder scrolls )

[vociferar]

ACTION → SCHOOL

[ Batis dropped the backpack against the open door frame as she stumbled into the classroom frosted white from the broken windows steadily seeping in the chill over the years. Largely unaffected by the cold, but slowed by her exhaustion and injuries lumbered into the room as a bear would shoulders it way through unfamiliar territory. Powerful, but hampered by its own hesitation.

One slip up could mean the end for even a seasoned traveler; she knew this and still uneven footing found her and landed her in this unpleasant predicament all the same. A gash as long as her hand and wide as her thumb stain the side of her abdomen red through the segmented leathers of her cuirass and oilskin duster from where she fell out further in the woods where a sharp rock clipped her. A mistake a decided lack of healing magic would have her come to regret and bitterly curse as she dug through the pack. Body propped limp up against an upturned desk.

Lighting a small fire inside a sliced open soda can stuffed with cotton soaked in alcohol, Batis starts to hit the tip of a knife over the small flame. She intended to sear the wound closed with the rest of the alcohol in her stomach to dull the inevitable pain as a pieced of a wadded and torn shirt was stuffed between her teeth.

Before the distant footsteps kicked up in the hallways above her, or she heard the disembodied voices - there was only her unbroken concentration as she pressed the red tipped blade to her exposed skin. ]

[vesicant]

[Even though she's adapted to being... not human, but definitely not a vampire anymore, there's still the old predator instinct when Meg spots the stranger through a crack in the classroom door: Solitary, injured, empty building, easy mark; they'll just think they passed out from the injuries the next day.]

[She shunts it aside impatiently, seriously, get a grip.]

[Okay, next consideration. This could be an ambush: Have one person do a wounded-gazelle trick to draw in the samaritans, then all their friends gang up on them. Meg was scavenging the building for supplies before this, so she certainly has stuff to lose. But... nah, the injury looks too real, and she's pretty sure she'd hear any hidden people. She figures she'll take the gamble.]

[A woman (probably a woman from the voice, but the coat and bike helmet muddy the issue) knocks at the doorframe, tap-tap.] Yo. That looks pretty ugly.

Faris Scherwiz | Final Fantasy V

[seablaze]

II. Text @captain

[Faris didn’t have the patience to figure out the little critter on the tablet out. It didn’t seem important.
Well, it didn’t seem important until the blazing thing started to chatter when the pirate tried to get some shut-eye or skulk about for supplies. Listening to the “helpful” advice didn’t work either. The stupid thing was trying to lead its owner to danger.

This was either someone’s idea of joke or this thing was possessed by something. First, Faris needed to figure out how to stop it, and then try to discern if this was an isolated incident or not. Waiting around for someone to bring it up wasn’t this pirate’s style.]

Anyone knows how to shut this dullard off?
It keeps prattling on at night and trying to get me in a tight spot.
If this is someone’s daft idea of a joke there will be hell to pay.



IV. Action

[Faris will claim all the fruit by licking it al!

Okay, they wouldn’t go that far. Even with scurvy being a very real thing for the buccaneer, Faris will approach the fruit with trepidation. It was fresh fruit out in the open of an abandoned home. There had to be a catch. ]

Who could have left you here? [Faris picked up an apple to inspect it carefully. It looked normal. It smelled normal. It could still be poisoned.

That’s when Faris noticed there was someone else there. Looking from fruit to the newcomer with grin. Thanks for volunteering to be the guinea pig, person.]

Care for a bite?

iv

[demisse]

[ Lynne's expression brightened up from the stranger's kindness, completely missing potential ulterior motives if food is involved... Which probably works fine for Faris. The redhead cheerfully returns a smile while approaching with an upbeat tone along with her words. ]

Wow gee, that's real decent of you! Thank you!

[ Offering food to someone they just met! How nice. And she just--scarfs it down at a speed you'd swear would normally make you fear if they'd choke on it. It's less that she was starving and more of how she really just ate that fast. Sometimes. And in what was probably all too fast to be normal, it was only a core left in her hand. ]

Mm, that was great!

raphael | teenage mutant ninja turtles (2012)

[turtleissues]

one. voice. @sai.

[Joining the ranks of miserable teenagers, here's a kid who's stubbornly refused to give out his real name, and who sounds just as raspy and gross as anybody else on the Network today. And just as grumpy as usual.

He picks up a pill bottle, and shakes it so the microphone picks up the clatter of medicine against plastic.]

I've got thirty pills of amoxicillin. [Have a horrible bubbly sounding hacking cough, which just makes him more annoyed than before.] I'll trade for the same amount of enrofloxacin.

[He sounds like he knows what he's talking about. Except for the part where he's trying to trade perfectly good human-safe antibiotics for antibiotics for pets.]

[voice]

[rubikscomplex]

[ Color House curious. Or, in this case, hotstud_xxx. ]

There a reason you're trading actual antibiotics for something for Fido?

jane | the walking dead game

[cowcatcher]

❚ NETWORK. ❱❱ two, @janedoe

So, that little "personal assistant" thing turned out to be as shitty as the rest of this place. There's a shocker for you.

[ Originally, this post was going to be a lot more scathing (it's actually short one plea for everyone to shut the fuck up), but Jane's been without social media long enough to have some restraint. Not like she needs everyone up her ass about something that isn't even her fault. She's happier lurking anyway. ]

❚ ACTION. ❱❱ three

[ Jane remains on edge as she picks her way through the cafeteria kitchen, a broken table leg clenched in one fist like a club. Her backpack is slung closely over her shoulders, further secured in place by the straps that clip across her chest. There is a kitchen knife tucked into the sheath wrapped around her thigh. Even indoors, and with the poor lighting, she can see her breath fogging in the air.

Though she's way behind the serving line, she can still make out all the folding tables and benches on the other side of the cafeteria, low and small, made for kids. A year or so ago, that would have been enough to ruin her appetite.

Now, it won't even help to dull the hunger gnawing at her gut. The rations she started out with are almost gone, her backpack too light. A girl's gotta eat if she's gonna survive - it's as simple as that. So even if she is on edge, ready to swing hard enough to crack a skull (it wouldn't be the first time), or whip around and run, it'll take a lot more to make her lose her nerve, and that's including all the haunted house shenanigans she's been treated to so far while looking around the school.

She's halfway to the walk-in against the far wall when the screaming starts up again. Jane freezes, straining to tell distance by sound, if it's the same as before, some poor little boy or girl who can't be helped. It's while she's listening so keenly that she hears the staff entrance to the kitchen creak open. She turns in that direction, waits for it to be more of nothing, when someone steps through.

It's too late to duck, but not too late to stare this newcomer down. ]

Find another room. [ The way she speaks, there's no confusing it for a suggestion. ]

[flayerhater]

[The disembodied screaming isn't any real detriment to Ramsay. If anything, it's mildly irksome. Like the high-pitched buzzing of an insect he can't quit manage to swat. He'd entered this establishment under the assumption that he would find some salvageable resources. And yes, perhaps even sustenance.

Even as a bastard, going without food isn't exactly something he's accustomed to. And quite frankly, he doesn't plan on getting used to it. Whatever forces "summoned" them here, certainly didn't do so with the goal of starving them. Or, as Ramsay would assume, certainly not the fine citizens who proved their worth.

Anyway, point being, Ramsay is in the building and he has "managed" a makeshift shank of his own. A partly serrated piece of sharpened scrap metal. It's a rather sickly excuse for a knife but Ramsay would feel naked without some form of blade. Hardly living up to his House's sigil.

He peruses the various rooms, continuing to ignore the shrieking and crying. Gods help any of these children should they actually cross paths with him. Yes, you show those ghosts who's boss, Ramsay. Eventually, he arrives at the threshold of the kitchen doorway. Slowly but surely, like the killer of a bad horror movie making his grandiose entrance, he taps open the door with his makeshift blade.

Almost immediately, he's accosted with the sound of a woman snipping at him. He actually takes pause, giving Jane a once over and actually canting his head a bit. Strange garb, for a woman but--not entirely far-fetched given the surrounding circumstances.

Regardless, he flashes her his sincerest of smiles and glances over at the grotesquely shaped shank in his hand.]

My apologies! I had no intention of frightening you.

[He gingerly tucks said "blade" in his belt. How generous.]

Ramsay Bolton | Game of Thrones

[flayerhater]

ii; network

network id: bbbbbbbbbbbo7f

[The message is exclusively audio for the time being and really, it's taken an embarrassingly long time to figure out... how the fuck he's actually supposed to use this thing. Hence the nonsensical ID. Listen, the whole techno-electronic-touchscreen thing was incredibly fascinating for the first hour. Even that friendly little assistant was doing some good--

--until like, an hour later when it was still going. It's even bringing up some unrelated, nasty baggage which actually manages to strike a nerve. Alright! That's enough of that!

Now, Ramsay comes from a time when Microsoft Sam hasn't and probably never will be invented. As such, he's just going to assume that this here assistant is voiced or controlled somehow, by an actual living person!

Despite his ire, his tone does carry a jovial sense of bemusement.]

Who here would fancy a hunt?

[Not even going to elaborate.]

[animalize]

[ Well, that's not ominous at all. asdfghjkl replies back: ]

Why are you asking?

Meg Lodestone | Original

[vesicant]

Prompt 1: Network (content warning for: ew)

[Oh man. Ohhh man. Meg's no doctor, but she's pretty sure all the red stuff is supposed to be inside you, not on the floor. It doesn't help that ever since she came here, the sight of blood has gone from "appetizing" to... less so. ...Aaand the mental image of a vampire desperate enough to eat vomit is enough to make her gag and heave again. Oh god. Why.]

[The last time she saw someone coughing up blood, the only thing to do had been to let matters take their course. It hadn't been pretty. They said that the "ragged man" parasite was only symptomatic for kindred, so... that shouldn't be the problem here, right? Right? Right.]

userid: @compass5565
ok so question
i know the water supply is pretty jacked but it's too cold for tapeworms and shit to survive, right? and the bottled stuff should be fine.

so hypothetically speaking what do you take for worms? don't you just kinda starve them out? like i know you deworm dogs but i never had a dog as a kid so idk what that actually involves


Prompt 2: Network

userid: @compass5565
///------.()*xks12ing a meaningful shift in the risk-return ratio o5m6g7r^222till either circulating on the open market or have found their way into museums and private collec003pa2$&v9w03yzuoving ever more vulnerable to cri4%44(*^---//////

awesome, even in the snowpocalypse you can't get away from glitchy bloatware garbage. it even kinda looks like bonzibuddy, any of you guys remember that? or uh, i guess if bonzibuddy had a weird baby with a numbers station.

anyway it keeps running these ads and it's pissing me off, pls tell me there's an antivirus app on this thing.


Prompt 3: Action

[Meg hasn't been in a school for over ten years, but it's pretty much as she remembers. Granted, hers hadn't been in a ghost town, but she remembers the heaters were always broken and the paint was all peeling, and even as a kid you could tell that the building ought've been closed as a safety hazard years ago. Smashing a window to break in still feels cathartic, even after all this time.]

[She's wearing gloves a size too big and a moth-eaten scarf wrapped around her face. It's harder for her to tell when the temperature has dropped to dangerous levels, so she bundles up more thoroughly to compensate. As a bonus, covering up the mouth means she's less recognizable, and it's less obvious that her breath doesn't fog up the air.]

[Her plan is simple: Cafeteria first stop, though it'll be picked clean by now; teacher's lounge will have coffee things and possibly a booze stash (come on, they all do it); then the art room. Art rooms are full of tools and improvisable weaponry and flammable solvents; if this was a nice school back in the day, it might even have a darkroom for photography, which means all kinds of funky chemicals. Meg doesn't necessarily have a use for them, but someone might.]

[Anyway, that was the plan until the noises start. Initially there's just the light pattering of feet from above, and she thinks, great, another scavenger beat her, until the sounds escalate into stomping and doors slamming and nonsensical childish babble. Meg ends up pressed up against a wall, peering at a stairwell leading up with deep suspicion, visibly weighing the odds between A) getting supplies or B) getting eaten by a hundred ghost babies.]

3

[neverknowing]

[It's not wrong to think that there's someone else upstairs; among the hallucinations of chatter and pounding feet there's a girl frantically fleeing from something that only she can see. Her own footsteps are nowhere near loud enough to account for all the racket, though she will be contributing to it soon enough.

She turns a corner just before the stairwell, loses her footing, and comes tumbling down with a loud shriek.]

Aiiiiieeee—!

[Perhaps not the most graceful entrance, but she's too frightened to care. When she realizes that there's someone else there with her, she struggles to push herself up by her elbows and looks up at her with an expression of absolute terror.]

There's— Upstairs, someone's...

Princess Yona | Akatsuki no Yona

[neverknowing]

💕 01 (network - video)
network ID: yona
[The girl who appears in the video is pale-faced and trembling. It's about one-third from the cold, one-third from fright, and one-third from whatever illness has spurred her into signing on to the network today, and her hands are shaking so badly that she folds them in her lap and tugs her sleeves down to try and hide them. Behind her are the shelves of medicine at the pharmacy; she seems to be crouched down with her tablet propped up against the opposite shelf.]

Are... any of you doctors? [Her shoulders hunch and she has to bring up her hands to her mouth as she doubles over with a violent cough. When she pulls her hands away from her mouth, she stares down at them with horror and brings them back to her lap.] Please... I need to speak to a doctor.

[She looks and sounds like she might start crying at any moment.]

💕 04 - action
[Yona can't remember the last time she was this cold. Even playing in the snow as a child hadn't prepared her for this... The difference between snow here and snow there is like night and day. She's grateful for the many layers that make up her outfit, but even they don't do quite enough to stave off the frigid temperatures in this place.

She's so cold and she's so hungry. Hunger, too, is something unfamiliar to her. The pampered sort of lifestyle she'd led in Hiryuu Castle hasn't prepared her for anything like this at all.

She hasn't found food of any kind in the few houses she's passed through so far, and had come to the conclusion that it might not even be worth looking. So when she wearily trudges into a house for the night and catches sight of the pieces of fruit on the counter, she can't believe her eyes.

It must be a miracle of some kind. Summoning up as much strength as she can muster, she lets out a cry of delight and makes a beeline for the fruit and snatches up as much of it as she can carry, completely unaware of the presence of another person in the house.]

Finally! Something to eat...!

garnet til alexandros xvii | final fantasy ix

[lordavon]

♕ network: one, sort of.

[ With the sun already set, Garnet would normally hesitate to call on everyone, but this is something that just can't wait.

She's still a little clumsy with her tablet, hasn't taken the time to fully explore its features. It's reminiscent of the technology she had seen aboard the Invincible, the Terran airship capable of rendering entire cities to rubble, and some of her initial unease remains. But worry hasn't been enough to stop her before, so shortly after she settles in a good spot, everyone is pinged with a video message from dagger.

A metal shutter takes up the entire backdrop. Her cheeks and nose are red with cold, and her lips are chapped from the wind, but she smiles into the camera nonetheless, almost giddy to share her discovery with everyone else. ]

Good evening, everybody. [ She has the look of someone used to speaking with countless listening, despite being young. ]

I have good news. There's a store full of medicine just to the south of the school. Look -- [ Carefully, Garnet pans the camera away for a moment to show several shelves stocked with pill bottles, returning its focus to one clutched in her hand labeled Niclosamide. ]

Only... the labels on the bottles are strange to me. They're all names I've never heard. [ There's a trace of blame in her tone, like this is a failing on her part. ]

I know people are sick, so I was hoping someone out there might be able to make sense of them. [ It's more than a little frustrating to be a healer who can't heal, but she's nothing if not determined. ] There has to be something here that can help.

HELLA

[lancingintherain]

["dagger". Freya tells herself that it's got to be a coincidence, but then Garnet's face—pink and chapped from the cold and wind, but unmistakable—actually appears on the screen a moment later. When Garnet speaks, the sound of her voice sets Freya trembling, and she sets the tablet down on a table before she drops it on the floor. She feels cold and sick.]

[for a moment, she's tempted to dismiss this as another hallucination. But hallucinations don't make usernames.]

[she sinks into a shabby chair and cups her hands over her face. She takes several deep, shaking breaths. She stands again. She swears loudly at the empty house. Gods, it's not fair—Garnet's been through so much already. She doesn't deserve to be stuck here, too.]

[but she's wasted enough time. Swallowing her anger and despair, she sits back down, finger-combs her disheveled hair into less of a disaster, and opens up her end of the video feed.]

Dagger! [it feels weird and wrong to address the princess that way, but she understands wanting to keep a low profile.] Dagger—it's me! Are you all right? Are you alone?

[Freya's voice is clear enough, but since she doesn't have the camera pointed the right way, all the video shows is a dusty tabletop. Good job.]

Sousuke Aizen | Bleach

[disapotheosis]

I. Audio; network id @鏡

[The voice is soft, measured, almost more musing than communicating. Between its coo low tones and the accompanying small sounds of little containers being shaken and examined, and papers being unfolded, the hint of underlying hoarseness can almost go unnoticed. Which is just fine.]

Physical bodies are uniquely inconvenient things, aren't they?

Certainly, one must assume that in the existence of symptoms, there exists a core cause, however unpleasant the implications...

[This very calm musing is interrupted briefly by a small, uneasy cough. Aizen Sousuke, god-aspirant, traitor to Soul Society, really very new to this physical body thing, is not having a good day at it.]



IV. Action

[Hunger is both new and not. Many things are, in this new half-existence, where senses and capabilities that he has grown to rely on as much as on breathe are inexplicably vanished. Well, perhaps not inexplicably. Much has happened to Aizen Sousuke that was not within his previous parameters of the possible. A part of him is quite grateful for that, actually. After defeat and its implications, a part of him relishes the challenge.

Nonetheless it is a challenge. By the time he finds the house, his rations are near depletion and he is starting to feel the cold again. He'd grown to - not so much hate the cold - that is a significant investment of emotion. But towards a marked preference for avoiding it as much as possible. The fruit are a welcome sight. Scavenging is not glorious but it is satisfying. Survival is profoundly satisfying. This is the only power he has now and he hoards his satisfactions where he finds them.

But also his dignity. No rushing to the prize for him. He walks into and across the house as though he owns it, and his reach for the apples on the counter is casual. He tosses the one he'd picked into the air and catches it again, motion for the sake of motion.

In the split-second in which his eyes are off the corridor, there is a noise, and a figure appears from the house's other side. Aizen's gaze darts to them, sharp, briefly hard. Well. There is another unwelcome surprise for you.]

I suppose that this is when we fight to the death over scraps, [he says dryly.]

1

[neverknowing]

network ID: yona
[If she were replying by video, the look of absolute confusion on Yona's face would probably be comical. Since she's not, though, her confusion is conveyed solely through her tone of voice.]

You say that like your body isn't physical. But it has to be, right? That's what a body is.

I don't think a doctor would be able to treat a body that wasn't... umm, you know...

Pearl | Steven Universe

[beyourrock]

Video

[A user logs into the network under the name userpearl. The video flickers to life as a young woman with a rock in her forehead appears on screen. But she looks rather ragged. Her eyes are baggy, her nose blue and sniffly. She sneezes once, into the end of her sash and shudders.

She's never felt like this before. Gems don't get sick. Then again, her gem isn't working. She sniffles and looks into the communicator, hugging her arms close to herself.]

H-Hello? I seemed to have come down with a human cold I-- [She wrinkles her nose, feeling another sneeze coming on, but it quickly dies down.]

Is there any ... 'medicine' available-- [ACHOO! There it is. And it causes the feed to flicker, the communicator falling to the ground with a small yelp from the young woman.]

Action:

[A school. She had heard about such establishments from Steven, but she had never seen one first hand. She looks up at the building, holding her arms in close to herself. She feels the cool breeze run down her spine and she pads inside the school with her ballet shoes, rather hastily.

Pearl walks down the long gloomy hallway, peeking into empty rooms. Her shoes tap against the hard floor, but they become rushed as the door behind her slams shut, due to the roaring wind outside. And it becomes so much darker inside. The Gem jumps and looks over her shoulder with wide pale blue eyes.]

Relax, Pearl. You just need to recollect yourself. Just for tonight. And then, you can go out and get a fresh new look at this place. Find a room and relax.

[Pearl sniffles a little.]

Maybe tomorrow, you can find someone who has some more information...

action

[neverknowing]

[Yona thinks, at first, that it must be her imagination; she hasn't seen anyone else in this building so far, and she's been wandering around for about an hour. She hasn't seen anyone else in this town, either, unless she checks the tablet she's been carrying as if it's her lifeline, so it's a little hard to believe that in such a large building like this one, now she's managed to come across someone else.

But she hears footsteps. She hears the slam of a door from the hallway, and she thinks she hears someone talking, though they're so far away she can't make out what they're saying. A few doors down from Pearl, one of the classroom doors opens and a small redheaded girl peers out.

Then she calls out to her with some hesitation.]

Is someone there...?

Aaron | The Walking Dead (tv show edition)

[allfiftyplates]

Action (4)

[It feels strange, fending only for himself. Aaron's never truly been alone on the outside - even before Alexandria, it was always him and Eric. They've been together through everything, and the thought of never seeing him again hurts worse than the hunger pangs.

He has to try not to worry too much. What matters now is surviving long enough to get back to him.

But things are working out better today. He finds an apparently untouched house, with a bunch of fresh fruit sitting right out in the open. It seems a little too good to be true, honestly. How long has this place been abandoned? He squeezes an apple, then sniffs it cautiously. Well...he's relying on food he finds in this place anyway; it probably all has a roughly equal chance of being tampered with. Starving himself won't help anything.

He starts stuffing the fruit into his pack, only to jerk his head up at the sound of someone else entering the room. Aaron's hand goes automatically to the knife at his hip. But it's a person. Not a roamer, not a monster, just another person stranded here like him. So after a second, he carefully lifts both hands so they're visible - not going for his weapon, see?]

Hi. [He offers a cautious smile.] Let me guess, you're looking for food too?

[beyourrock]

[The house seemed to be untouched from any ransacking. At least, from what Pearl had assumed before she approached it. She has a small backpack she was able to scrounge up since all this madness started, and was looking to fill it up as soon as she could. Supplies. That was most important right now.

She steps up to the porch, her worn ballet slippers almost worst for wear at this point as she pads into the room. But she inhales sharply, seeing a figure in the room already.

Pearl falters, having no weapon of her own. Her gem powers couldn't be activated here. She had no ways to defend herself. Sans her own fists of course. But once she sees his hands fly upward in a non threatening gesture, she relaxes.

Only slightly.]

Yes I ah... I'm just here for some supplies.

[She swallows thickly as she looks at the fruit. With her gem powers not working, she may have to adapt to actual human living. And that means eating, and no longer relying on her gem's energy to produce it's own energy.]

Is.. there any left?

thomas jefferson | dear companion

[asiodoxos]

|► video

[ Thomas had finally touched the correct button to get the video to begin recording. He stops biting at the nails on his hand and adjusts it to focus on his face. It is dark, and hard to distinguish much beyond immediate facial expression.

He is clearly worried. If the video had better lighting or focus, one could confirm a somewhat glazed expression, weary bags under his eyes, and a feverish complexion. Mostly, his own tendency towards hypochondriac behavior is wearing him down with worries. Still, it is hard to blame a man who has seen so much death caused by what would be considered not much more threatening than a common cold now. ] Good evening, everyone. I apologize profusely for any I might be bothering or worse, waking in this late hour...

[ Everything past seven at night was late to Thomas, and anything past nine was inexcusably rude to be pestering others, especially strangers.

His accent, to note, has a faint hint of what might seem like a subtle mix of a Welsh and Canadian dialect. This is, essentially, what was mostly responsible for the origins of his own regional beginnings of what we now know as a Southern accent. ]

Alas, I...I am quite certain I am dying. I understand there is a 'pharmacy' from which I can purchase medicines, but I'm afraid I require a physician to note what ails me before I attempt such a journey. Is there anyone who takes private house calls?