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]

[Al notices the deepening shadows and, if House is paying attention enough to notice, he subtly drops his centre of gravity in a practised fighting stance. He knows that if they come across the shadow creatures then there is no fighting them, it's hard to hit something that's incorporeal, but he can at least try in order to protect House.]

Stay close to me.

[Not going to rise to that bait about Clayton when there may be real danger ahead.]

If it looks like there's trouble then turn around and run, I'll hold off any attacks as best I can.

[animalize]

I mean it's really complicated.

[ hotstud_xxx is sort of an ass, though. She doesn't expect him to fold and drop the subject, so she decides on a half-assed answer. ]

If you wanna make it simple, I was the only survivor of a car crash, and I ran away and lived in the forest by myself.

[rubikscomplex]

[ asdfghjkl must like him. Most people would have ruled him a complete ass at this point. ]

Let's make it a little more complicated. Who else was in the car with you?

[lancingintherain]

What am I? None of your business, that's what.

[but the snarl on her face starts to soften, and she lowers her weapon just a bit.]

But I'm not a rat. And I'm certainly not one of the creatures you were warned against. I'm a captive here, same as you are.

[she's never seen him before, but with what he's said, she figures that's a safe guess for now.]

[carrywithyou]

[ Cole, don't question where the bears are, or they will inevitably turn up. ]

I don't know. There seems to be no telling who will arrive next, but I wouldn't want them to either.

[ Dorian hates the cold, and Cullen's been made to see hallucinations. It's been terrible. ]

[rubikscomplex]

[House glances sideways at Al. The darkness finally catches his attention, and he slows down a little.]

Gotta ask: You usually throw yourself into danger for complete strangers, kid?

[Not that he's going to complain, but it's good to know if he's just feeling generous today or if the guardian complex is already set in at 15.]

[flayerhater]

[At first, Ramsay is attempting to picture this in the literal sense. Granted computers and word processing aren't exactly things that exist in his universe. Not that "essay" writing is exactly something his father avidly educated him in at... all.]

That must have been a harrowing experience for you, milady. My sympathies.

[Oh, for fuck's sake.

But as bewildering as this is, the gears are slowly ticking away in his brain and Ramsay is at the very least, deducting that he can't exactly hunt a digital paperclip.]

Well! Perhaps we can find someone to take our beloved Clippy's place for the time being. Perhaps his creator! As whimsical as crushing this device under my boot would be, it would hardly feel satisfactory.

[armoured]

[It set in way before fifteen, Al is a hopeless case when it comes to protecting others. Of course it also helps that his body is made of metal, which makes him pretty damn durable in a fight.

He chuckles, trying to force himself to sound more relaxed than he is.]

Hey, I promised that I'd get you to the vet's office, didn't I? I can't do that if you die on me.

[rubikscomplex]

[A furry kangaroo rat-thing who's embarrassed to exist. Well, he would be, too, if he looked like that.]

Same as me. You tell me what you are, I'll tell you who I am.

[He can bargain here. Because he does want to know. Like a burning. Hallucination is still high on the list. But maybe alien will work.]

[rubikscomplex]

That's comforting. Really.

[This has adrenaline pumping, though.]

What are these creatures you were talking about?

[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.]

[animalize]

Why does it matter?

[ She takes a breath, then continues: ]

Mom, little sister.

[rubikscomplex]

Because you're trying to get around telling me. That makes it interesting.

[ She might also be lying. He's trying to parse that out, find the holes. ]

Where was daddy dearest?

[armoured]

I wish I knew.

[What was that about comforting?]

They're incorporeal for the most part... at least until they want to touch you, and then they kill fast. I've run across a few of them already and the only sure way to get away is to run until you reach a shelter that you can barricade.

[A door slams shut loudly up at the far end of the corridor, and something seems to whisk past them both just out of sight.]

[voice]

[turtleissues]

I can't even get rabies! [Mikey'd been loudly worried about it after watching the Steven King movie, and Donnie had launched into a "You (probably) can't get rabies, you're a turtle" lecture.]

I asked first. [Do we even need narration about horrible wheezing sounds at this point?]

[lancingintherain]

"Baytril..." all right. I'll remember that. ...You'll need to remind me what that other one is, though, when I get there.

[she picks up her walking pace, confident that she won't slip on the ice. The pair of snowshoes and other things tied to her backpack bounce as she walks, making soft background noise.]

My name is Freya, by the way. What's yours? I don't think we've met.

[animalize]

That's what we've all been trying to do.

[ Her tone sounds like she could be saying duh, you idiot. ]

We can't find the creator, because they're hiding.

[voice]

[rubikscomplex]

[That claim has House raising a brow. Is the guy misinformed, or...?]

And you're the one who needs it. I want to know I'm getting what I paid for, too, before I let someone I've never seen before into the house.

[flayerhater]

Oh! Well... I suppose that would be at the fault of the loyal citizens brought to this quaint little city!

[And with that groundbreaking conclusion...]

Something tells me the present residents haven't exactly been pulling their weight prior to our arrival. There's nothing more frustrating than dragging along the dead weight of a poor huntsman, wouldn't you say?

[rubikscomplex]

[House goes still. Okay. This is where the morons in the movie keep walking forward, braving the unknown. His tone is casual as he takes step backwards. Potential drugs with potential monster attack aren't as enticing as more certain drugs a little farther away.]

Hmm... Let's avoid having to run. Thinking I should get to know the town better. Let's hit the vet.

[armoured]

I think we should do both.

[There might not be creatures yet, but running would still be the better option now. Besides, it might be necessary to run in order to reach shelter before nightfall.]

Can you run?

[animalize]

Not in the car.

[rubikscomplex]

I didn't ask where he wasn't, Keysmash.

[animalize]

What have you been doing to pull your weight?

[rubikscomplex]

[He hooks his cane over one elbow and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pill bottle. House pops the top, shakes out two and dry swallows them. He's not nearly high enough for this, and it's going to hurt like hell.]

Yeah. [And back in the pocket the pills go. This vet had better have Vicodin.] I'm going to need to hold onto you, though, or I'm going ass over teakettle once we hit the snow.