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: 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.

Comments

[rubikscomplex]

Evidence for what, though? Are you guys looking for a way out? For info on this 'admin'? Where those things came from?

[He has to at least have a question in mind. House likes puzzles, but he likes puzzles that have some kind of boundary he can grasp at.]

[armoured]

All of those things.

[Al isn't the type to limit himself, not when there are so many questions to be answered.]

The main goal is to find a way home for everyone, obviously, but there are other important things that need answers too. Like who lived here before? How are they bringing people here? Why? It's no good to find a way home if we just leave it so other people can be trapped like this in the future.

[Why yes, he does have a protector complex about six miles wide.]

[seablaze]

[Faris was stunned for a few moments before laughing out loud.Wow. Who knew it wouldn’t be long to encounter someone on Lenna’s level of trust for strangers.]

You’re a funny one, lass.

[Deciding it was safe enough, the pirate took a bite of an apple. Definitely as great as the girl made it out to be.]

Ever been told that you’re too trusting? [Sorry, but the pirate was talking while chewing.] I could be after your supplies.

[rubikscomplex]

Seems perfectly good to me as long as it isn't us. [He's watching the flare of light in those eye sockets closely. Protector streak or not, this guy has to be getting something out of this. So what is it?]

So, why do you care about people you'll probably never meet?

[armoured]

Why wouldn't I?

[He knows that's not answer enough, so he hesitates a moment before trying to explain.]

After experiencing this place myself, I don't think I could forgive myself if I just went home and left others to be trapped here. If I didn't try then I would be as good as helping to make them suffer, and I'll never do that.

[He doesn't realise House is watching his eyes so closely, but there's a lot to see for the close inspector. They flare and dim with varying intensity, brighter when he's determined or passionate. Not to mention that up this close, the metallic and slightly hollow ring to his voice would probably be more noticeable.]

Could you just walk away from people and leave them to suffer? Even if they're strangers?

[He said he was a doctor, right? Surely he understands that.]

[rubikscomplex]

[He's a doctor, not a bleeding heart.]

Depends.

Are they suffering from something terminal? Why bother? They're going to die, anyway.

Do I have the supplies to spare to help them? Maybe I'd help. Is there anything interesting about them? Probably. Do they look like they might be useful? Always a fan of fair trade. You don't get something for nothing, kid.

And people don't throw themselves on the sword for anybody and anything without a reason.

So where did you screw up? Who did you not help that one time? Because doing all of this isn't going to fix that.

[lancingintherain]

[she repeats "Vicodin" under her breath, trying to remember if she's heard that strange word before, but puts further questions about his pill habit on pause for now.]

Some places make you see things, if you linger in them. Nobody can say why. It could be magic, or ghosts, or something in the air...

[she settles her hat back on her head, and takes a piece of origami paper out of her coat pocket. There's a cherry blossom pattern on one side, but she glances at something drawn on the other side and tucks it away again.]

Cursed, haunted, or poisoned: none of them sound appealing. It's best to not tempt fate more than we must.

[rubikscomplex]

You do know there's no such thing as magic. Or ghosts.

[Granted, he's saying this to a giant talking rat, but he can make allowances for some sort of highly secretive government experiments.]

Stress-induced hallucinations with sympathetic nervous system reactions I'll buy.

[He'd been hoping the Vicodin might remove her as some sort of stress-induced hallucination.]

[armoured]

[Ow.

That hits way too close to the truth and Al can't help the small involuntary flinch that accompanies 'who did you not help'. Because isn't that part of why he tries so hard to help everyone? Isn't that why he promised not to let anyone else get hurt while he could prevent it?

Nina... Martel... Mom.

The lights of his eyes almost dim into non-existence, though his voice remains calm and firm.]

Why do you have to have a reason to want to help people? We're all trapped here together, we should be looking out for each other without wondering where the reward is for each of us personally.

[And his estimation of House goes down quite a lot. A doctor, in his mind, should want to help everyone - like Winry's parents had done, like Dr. Marcoh was trying to do now.]

Besides, who knows when those people you help might help you one day in return? Not because it's a debt to be repaid, but just because... because it's right.

omg Freya /o/

[seablaze]

[Faris takes the arrival of what appeared to be a Wererat with stride. She was hardly the strangest thing the pirate has seen.]

They look good and fresh. Think fast, lass.

[Just going to toss the apple at the other occupant of the house. Pawing through the other pieces of fruit to inspect them.]

Wonder if someone is growing them. [Just thinking out loud. It would be amazing to find and monopolize an indoor or underground garden.]

[turtleissues]

Yeah. Don't have them with me, but I can use something else.

[And despite the wheezing, he sounds a lot less grumpy. Asking about his fighting ability means that there's somebody out there he can punch.]

I haven't seen anybody, who'd you find to fight?

[rubikscomplex]

[It's likely not finished dropping. House has a captive audience. One who is, in his eyes, being an idealistic moron.]

Everybody's got an internal ledger sheet. Just because you try to keep your balance in the black doesn't mean everyone does. Karma is crap. If someone's helping you, it's because they're getting something out of it. Even if it's just something to feed their ego and savior complex.

[A particularly significant glance up at Al.]

Free life lesson for the day. And if you 'believe' anything different, you're going to get taken advantage of. Case in point, you're not going to put me down. You should. You don't know me. I could be lying about being a doctor. I could be a serial killer. I could be a spy for the admin, playing up the cane to gain your sympathy. Did you think about any of that before you helped me, or did you just see the poor old doctor with the cane to save?

[armoured]

You're right, I didn't think about if you were a serial killer or working for the admin.

[Really? Really?]

But I didn't see a 'poor old doctor with a cane' either, just someone else who was in danger from those creatures. And even if you were either of those things, I'm pretty sure I could defend myself in a fight against you.

[He sighs, why must he meet so many cynics? Aren't Max and Tim enough of a burden of cynics already?]

You didn't ask if I was trustworthy either, you know?

[flayerhater]

[Ohohoho! This fellow is panning out to be a modern day Walder Frey! Tell me Doctor House, how are you with wedding planning?

But no, Ramsay is finding himself absolutely delighted with this strange little man! Or well, at the very least, House isn't quick to bore him. Which isn't necessarily a good thing but, you know.]

Woodcutting!

[D'ohhh.]

Sadly, I was robbed of my finest work upon arrival.

Hope this is okay! Lemme know if you need me to change. House is just assuming about Al's armor!

[rubikscomplex]

[Clearly, Al's cynic quota is lacking.]

You're a twee kid piloting a suit of armor. You're not that good an actor, Elric. Where are you keeping the speaker in there, anyway? Sounds almost like the chest.

[flayerhater]

[Don't ask. It's better that way.]

No, no! Nothing so trivial.

[A beat.]

They're beginning to bore me.

[rubikscomplex]

[Well, he can sneer at things. That makes him a decent wedding planner, right? He's got the yelling at people and breaking them down into tears set, as well.]

Real shame, there. Just a simple guy who likes carving things up, then, huh? I stick to the turkey at Thanksgiving dinner, personally. Got a nice electric knife for it, and everything.

[He doesn't, but he's seen people with electric knives. Wilson probably has one.]

But hey, I hear ice sculpting is in these days. Maybe you could get to that around the hunts.

What were you wanting to hunt, anyway, if it wasn't foxes?

[video]

[turtleissues]

[House is thankfully spared Raph's loud uuuuugh and throwing of his tablet, because the turtle hung up after the doctor's demand.

This is stupid. He doesn't need this guy's help. Dr. Porno probably doesn't even have the meds. He might be able to just take these, even though they were on one of Donnie's lists of things turtles can't have.

After about a minute and a half, House gets a video message.]

Here. You don't need to see my face.

[The screen shows a bottle of pills, with one pulled out for identification (a capsule, half pink and half red).]

HERE WE GO AGAIN

[flayerhater]

[Ramsay Bolton, posing a threat. Imagine that! Unlike his father, subtly isn't exactly his strong suit. He has to really feel the inspiration to make that kind of effort. And given his present circumstances, he's feeling a bit lackluster in the whole effort-department today.

As her eyes scan over him, the seemingly genuine smile on his face begins to crack a bit, widening into a slightly more sickly grin. Since his arrival, he really hasn't had much opportunity to properly fuck with people and oh, he can tell already that Jane isn't going to disappoint. She's observant, this one.

Ramsay, unsurprisingly, doesn't back out. Oh no, he's going to take a couple of steps forward. He's pretending to be cautious, unsure, approaching Jane in a nonthreatening manner.]

Oh come now. There's no need for such hostility. I do believe it's possible for us to share whatever undoubtedly worthless scraps we find in this rat infested fortress!

[audio]

[rubikscomplex]

Embarrassed? If you're coming to see me we are going to have to look at each other. I'm a doctor. Trust me. I've seen a lot of weird shit. Have you ever watched an eye explode? Super cool. Super gross.

It's absolutely okay! I love when characters come up with theories about the armour

[armoured]

[Piloting? Speaker? He literally misses a step in shock and nearly goes sprawling into the snow, only managing to right himself and keep House in his arms thanks to the rigorous training Izumi put him through when he was younger.]

W-What? I-- uh, you've got it all wrong, I'm just a normal kid!

[OH GOD! OH GOD!]

[lancingintherain]

Plenty of things I'd like to, but nothing I can. Our common enemies here are maddeningly incorporeal.

[speaking of, she has no idea whether any of the monsters are lurking down in these caves. Talking about them reminds her to keep her voice low.]

But, I can hope. ...Has nobody warned you, yet, about the monsters?

[rubikscomplex]

Jesus! [House wraps an arm around Al's neck to keep himself from falling. If this idiot lands on top of him... Thankfully, that doesn't happen.]

Seriously? That's the line you're going with. The seven foot fifteen-year-old whose voice never dropped with lights for eyes and a hollow ring in his head when he talks is just a 'normal kid'?

[flayerhater]

[Take out that nasty Hippocratic Oath and he's set!

And what's a Thanksgiving dinner? This mysterious "electronic" knife sounds wonderful by default, however.]

Perhaps I shall! You are just brimming with marvelous ideas, aren't you?

[He considers for a moment, if he really should answer that last question truthfully.

Well, there's no shame in it, so!]

I was hoping to settle for whoever designed this godless device but it would seem they're presently inaccessible. [A long, tired sigh, like this is such a crushing disappointment.] So I suppose I'll need to find a suitable replacement to satiate my boredom.

[rubikscomplex]

[Thanksgiving is a mysterious and arcane ritual where everyone sits down and pretends to like each other while feasting on the flesh of turkeys and their brethren, the Indians. That's what House would offer as an explanation, anyway. Cannibalism. Always funny.]

Get in line, Lancelot. Hear we're late to the party for wanting to pop a cap in the admin's ass. It's really freaking boring here, though, I'll give you that. Heard there are shadow things running around the school. They might be deadly, but I, for one, wouldn't mind dissecting one if they can be caught. I'm good at anatomy if you can bring me one. I don't do big game.