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

[armoured]

[He is edging on the fringes of panic now. People have obviously been suspicious before, but nobody has really said things as bluntly as this.

House's arm around his neck suddenly seems a little sinister, but at least his helmet only unlatches from the front now.]

Yeah!

[Huff. He sounds equal parts irritated and frightened.]

I can't help I look or sound, just like you can't, that doesn't mean I'm not normal.

[rubikscomplex]

Yeah, that's a lie.

[Sorry, Al. He's not buying it.]

What the hell are you freaking out for? It's impressive, okay?

Excellent job missing out words in the previous tag, Fossil...

[armoured]

[Impressive?

He's really not sure how to feel about that, especially when it comes paired with the assumption that he's some kind of robotic thing. This guy is a jerk, a big jerk. This is even worse than the 'are you a eunuch' fiasco with Tim.]

Thanks, I guess. But I really am just a normal fifteen year old kid, I'm not a robot and I don't have speakers, okay?

[Thank you for teaching him about robots, Tadashi.]

[audio]

[turtleissues]

No, I haven't watched an eye explode. What kind of maniac are you? [That exasperated question (followed by another coughing fit) doesn't actually need answer.]

You're not gonna see me. You're gonna put the pills at a drop-off location and I'll get them and leave what you want.

[flayerhater]

[Sounds like a typical Bolton family dinner. How homey!

The whole "shadow" thing is mildly intriguing if anything. Something that perhaps say, a man of the Night's Watch would take interest in. But the word dissecting does catch Ramsay's attention.]

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooOOOOoh.

[Like suddenly everything makes sense here.]

Are you a maester?

[flayerhater]

Did your mother name you without seeing your face?

[rubikscomplex]

You might be a normal fifteen-year-old kid. This body isn't.

[Once he latches onto something, he's not letting go. This is a stupid argument and House isn't just going to let something this idiotic slide.]

You seriously need to stop playing video games if you're starting to think of the POV character as you. I'd say go outside, but yeah, don't bother. Still, wise up, Elric. No one's going to believe that. Not unless they're brain dead.

[baymaxing]

don't know if money would even be relevant around here so much as people probably trading supplies and resources they find around here if anything by my guess.

you find a hoverboard or anything we could use to make one, jim and i would be all over that. just a matter of finding the resources to do it.

as for the admin, personally haven't heard anything from them other than my initial wake up here, notices on who dies and a warning on that storm we had to stay inside. like we needed to be told at all when it was getting to like ten feet out there. and for the record, the name's hiro. so no, i'm not trinity. sorry to burst that bubble.

[audio]

[rubikscomplex]

You're going to great lengths to avoid being seen, Not-Kujo. I don't think I want to help you without a peek now.

[Not that he could have helped in the first place. Details.]

[rubikscomplex]

[Well, that... sure was a sound. House raises a brow, looking down at the tablet skeptically. Maester sounds like some kind of fantasy doctor.]

I do medicine, if that's what you're asking. Only interesting cases, though. If your nose is running, deal with the cold. If your brains are running out of your nose, cool! Tell me where you are, and I can come help. Or watch. Either way, should be fun.

[And it will be first dibs for picking over the body...]

[armoured]

[This is way too close for comfort. If they were over the tablets then Al would be making some excuse and hanging up, but he can't even walk away because his comfort doesn't come ahead of House's physical safety.

For a minute it looks like he might shout. His grip gets a little tighter, and the lights in his eyes blaze, but then he tries to go for a diversionary tactic instead.]

I don't even know what a video game is.

[Weak, but hopefully enough if this annoying jerk can TAKE A HINT.]

[signet]

Yes, it's like magic.

[Magic seems like the most practical way of explaining the glitch rob someone who can't quite grasp technology, at any rate.]

I don't think it's dangerous, but perhaps we should err on the side of caution and avoid any unnecessary engagement. Better safe than sorry.

[flayerhater]

["Some kind of fantasy doctor." Close enough.

A medicine man. Who appreciates anatomy. Who only takes on interesting cases.

Who likes to watch.]

I must say, a man of your stature would most certainly appreciate my skill in woodcutting. Are you certain you wouldn't care to accompany me in this hunt?

[rubikscomplex]

[The tightening grip does have the benefit of reminding House that while Al can't escape this conversation... he can't, either. He doesn't think Al will drop him, but if he does, that would be bad. House decides to back off.

For a moment, anyway. Let the kid think it's dropped. Watch him flail when it isn't.]

What rock did you crawl out from under, or were your parents Amish?

[armoured]

[Oh, thank God.

His grip loosens again as relief sets in, although the awkwardness and tension of his voice haven't quite leeched fully away yet.]

I'm sorry, I don't know what Amish is either.

[Your world is strange and confusing, good sir. But in case parental jobs are actually relevant here, because Amish is totally a job, right...]

My Dad was an alchemist, and my Mom was... well, I guess she was a Mom, she didn't have a job.

[rubikscomplex]

[... sick bastard alert starting to sound. House doesn't mind banter, but the guy sounds almost serious. Who jumps from dissection and death to 'woodcutting' on the 'hunt?']

Bum leg. Sorry, Lancelot. I don't do hunts anymore, only consults. Take a picture, though. I always like seeing good work.

[Give him a better idea what he's dealing with.]

[turtleissues]

Yeah, they told me. [His tone is back to miserable annoyance. You can't just get a guy's hopes up like that and then dash them.

Is running really the only option?]

[flayerhater]

["Taking a picture." This is literally a new concept to him. And god help the blessed people of Norfinbury if he ever figures it out.]

Ramsay.

[Or, you know. Lord Ramsay. But oooh that can come later!]

Hm. Well, you see. I've never flayed a "shadow" before. Perhaps you might consult me on which part to cut away first!

[AND THERE IT IS. Right out in the open.]

[audio]

[turtleissues]

Do you always try and get pictures of the kids you're trying to meet up with? Seriously, dude, it's starting to get kinda creepy.

two ; text, @clem

[neverbitten]

[Clementine is new to this social media thing herself, and not the best at it, but it's pretty much the only way to stay connected. At least she still remembers how to spell. Which is good when you want to use text more than video to hide the fact you're eleven years old.]

what's it doing now?

[animalize]

[ Her first thought is "How would I know?" It's not like she can ask either her adoptive or biological mom. One's dead and the other wants her dead. ]

You're not my mother.

[rubikscomplex]

[Yep. Complete psychopath. Why do they have to be the fun ones? Packer, the Donner family, Hannibal... Life isn't fair.

And like hell House is getting anywhere near this guy if he can help it. Too bad he doesn't know what 'Ramsay' looks like. Still, his voice is very distinct. And House loses none of his veneer of mild amusement and sarcasm. Don't tip the loony off.]

Start small, I usually say. Work yourself up to the magic that is the chest cavity. Hands are some of the most sensitive appendages on the human body. Wonder if the same holds true for shadows.

[Yeah, he's just going to... encourage him to the shadows. For his own well-being if no one else's.]

Toes work, too. Might keep them from running if they need those for it.

[audio]

[rubikscomplex]

Do you always put this much effort into not being seen? Are you a superhero? Are you the Invisible Man?

[audio]

[turtleissues]

... Yeah. [Yeah, sure, whatever.] Let's go with superhero.

[signet]

[Harry had entered the school in search of supplies, but his curiosity has kept him despite the seemingly depleted state of things here.

Despite everything, despite this place, he isn't a believer in the supernatural. The strange noises and music intrigue him only slightly more than they set him on edge, and when he hears a noise from behind a closed door he half experts to find the man behind the curtain, so to speak -- whoever (or whatever) is behind the eerie noises.

He doesn't anticipate the angry-looking woman he finds instead. A fellow survivor, undoubtedly.

He's the picture of an English gentleman, despite his shabby coat. He has no weapons, but it's not a sign of incompetence -- he's confident in his ability to defend himself with his hands, or to improvise if he can't.

Still, his body language isn't aggressive or even wary when he sees Jane. On the contrary, he seems friendly.]

My apologies. I didn't realize this one was occupied.

[Everything about her reads defensive, like a coiled snake, ready to strike. He hesitates a moment, then asks:]

I don't suppose you would be willing to stick together? Safety in numbers, and all that.