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

[flayerhater]

[Oh, you.]

Pardon?

[Suddenly, there's more rattling, some bleeps and bloops. Then a horrendously loud blast of static.

... followed by more gentle rattling.]

Ah--my apologies! You were saying?

ur fine 8)

[income]

Still stuck on that, huh?

[Less confusion than amusement.]

[income]

[A blink. Please warn for content next time???????????????]

-- Maybe not.

[What a dick.]

[flayerhater]

Lucky, me. Well! I suppose I'll have to sit and simmer over this honor for a bit. In order to think of something truly suitable.

[Then, still as chipper as ever--]

Do you have a face to go with that boorish tone?

[flayerhater]

[BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP--]

Oh my, it seems I missed that as well--just a moment, friend!

[DAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.
















silence.]

Are you still there?

strums guitar. i can tell that we are gonna b frands

[cowcatcher]

[ The sizing up happens on both ends, her eyes trained and quick. Jane isn't new to this game, and doesn't soften at his smile. She's not a fan of what she sees, doesn't miss how he's practically at ease, sure of himself despite their circumstances. Ramsay already raised a red flag just for being an adult, someone physically big enough to pose a threat. Trust wasn't going to happen even if he had been sincere. ]

Yeah?

[ There's another blood-curdling scream. It fills the room despite coming from outside, almost as if it's trying to cut her off, but it's not what she's focused on. Instead, her eyes follow his hand as he stows his weapon, tense and wary as a stray. Good faith is something she ran dry on a long time ago; she's not about to do the same. ]

Maybe your ears don't work so well. [ She gestures to the door he just came through with a jut of her chin, shifting her grip on the club at her side. A gun would make this so much easier, but the holster belted to her hip is empty. It makes for less leverage on her side, and more risk. Jane knows it, and is hoping he doesn't. ]

I said 'leave'.

[animalize]

I want to see why you don't want me to see it.

[ Which totally makes sense in her head, okay. ]

[animalize]

[ Boorish — well, it's probably not completely incorrect. She's certainly unpolished; she shines in many areas, but socializing isn't one of them. Malia isn't offended enough to reply to that comment, but she does let out a tiny cross between a grunt and a huff. ]

Why do you want to know?

[ Her tone isn't accusing, just curious. ]

[lancingintherain]

I'm hungry, mostly. And cold. Satisfied?

[she snorts softly and shakes her head. She'd given plenty of people before him a straight answer to that question, but she still feels offended enough to want to jerk him around a little.]

What's it to you, anyway?

[she finally lowers her weapon to her side all the way, her grip relaxing. That doesn't mean she's let her guard down, though. She glances at his cane; if he's got a sword hidden in that thing or something, she'll be ready. Also, incredibly jealous.]

[voice]

[turtleissues]

I already told you what I have. It would be stupid to lie when I'm making an offer.

You're the only one who might be lying right now! Plus, I'm not even going in your house!

[lancingintherain]

[she pauses, thinking he's going to say more, then gives a soft snort of laughter when she realizes that's it.]

Not telling me anything, huh? That's smart. I kept my secrets, too, when I first woke up here.

That was almost three weeks ago.

[turtleissues]

If I wanted people to know my na-- [coughing fit.] name, I would have typed it in.

["Sai" works as a name, if people need it.]

[lancingintherain]

[she winces again and gives the tablet a worried look when he collapses into coughing again, and waits for him to catch his breath.]

Ah, so your name isn't Sai, after all. That's something else I've learned to not assume.

Um... maybe it's best if you try not to talk.

[turtleissues]

It's a weapon. [Any further explanation is cut short by coughing, and he goes quiet. He's too cold to have the energy for arguing, which is saying something when it comes to Raphael. He's been tired since he got here, his reflexes are slower than they should be, and all he wants to do is crawl down in a hole somewhere and sleep until it warms up.

He doesn't type anything once he stops talking. These devices aren't made for turtle hands.]

IV

[lancingintherain]

[not quite a guinea pig, but how about a rat instead?]

[Freya had tried to listen quietly at the front door when she'd heard someone's voice, but quickly realizes she's failed at stealth this time. She swears under her breath, pushes the door open, and pokes only her face inside.]

Of what?

[she looks over the young person at the table, then notices the apple. Her eyes get very wide.]

...Oh. Gods, is that—you've found fruit?

[lancingintherain]

[she hums approvingly.]

Good. Yours? We can always use more capable fighters.

—Er, of course, you don't have to answer. But can you manage "yes" and "no"?

[rubikscomplex]

[Okay, bridal style? Really? Add insult to injury. Although, a fireman's lift might be something to make him complain even louder. House throws an arm up across Al's chest and up to his shoulders so that he can keep an eye out behind them.

He clutches his cane tight with his free hand.]

If anyone asks, you were the one coming onto me.

[What better time for banter than when he's watching shadows somehow come to life and chase them. Again, his mind goes to hallucination. There has to be a reasonable explanation for this. Hallucination? Animatronics? Holograms? Whatever it is, those things look pretty damn real. Especially as one comes whipping out of the doorway to follow them. House tries to see if it's leaving tracks. That would be some sort of tip-off.]

You've got something tall, dark, and ugly following. What the hell is this place?

[rubikscomplex]

[ Wow. 45. He hasn't even broken the half-century mark. Rude. ]

So, the chick who ran off and was living wild in the woods for years just went along with 'this guy?' Is this really a love story? Should I scrounge for some popcorn?

can the world handle this combination?

[rubikscomplex]

[Smart kid. House is lazy. He'll stick to audio.]

Seriously? This thing doesn't even have Snake on it. Lame. Should I bother asking who brought us here and left us with mysterious, advanced, but boring tech? Or is that still 'shrouded in mystery?'

[A pause.]

Fifty bucks says it's the Illuminati.

[rubikscomplex]

I'm never satisfied. It's the human condition.

[There's a pointed emphasis on the word 'human.' Stuart Little's big sister is being a pain in the neck. He's being mildly cautious, though. Mainly because he doesn't have a blade in his cane. He'd be jealous of himself if he did, really.]

To me... [He goes to his pocket and pulls out his bottle of Vicodin, rattles it around and pops the lid.] It's the difference between whether I take one or two of these right now. [He needs to know how not sober he wants to be for this conversation.]

[voice]

[rubikscomplex]

Everybody lies. And you could be some hulking bro with a machete who decides you want my meds without trading for real.

Don't be that bro, bro. Show me the pills you've got and who I'm looking for.

we can find out?

[baymaxing]

yes, i'm serious. i know these things are pathetically basic and simple, but it's what we have for now. still holding out for more resources to work with. rocket boots with thrusters could at least possibly get us high enough to see over the wall. or a rocket fist to try smash it or something. make something to help us try climb over, even.

no, no. it's apparently the 'admin'. real original there, right?

[lancingintherain]

[at the sound of rattling pills, her eyes go wide, and she takes a step towards him.]

Is that medicine? Where did you—

[suddenly a door slams in a hallway not too far away, and she freezes,one ear turning towards the sound.]

Oh, I don't have time for this. Very well: I'm a Burmecian. [anticlimactic? Yes.] And you're a human, but we'll both be sitting ducks if we don't keep moving.

[She raises her weapon again, but not towards him this time; she uses it to point down one branching corridor.]

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
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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.]

Let's do it, bro.

[rubikscomplex]

[Lamer still. That's almost impressive.]

So, we're in a shitty, low-budget version of the Matrix on Ice. Perfect. I left my wallet in my other pants, so you'll have to wait on the fifty.

I like the way you think, though. Rocket boots would be sick. Personally, I'm holding out for a hoverboard. Tradesy if we each find what the other guy's looking for? [Banter with his new tech buddy is fun, but he is genuinely curious.]

Taking it these 'admin' guys have said something to you, then, Neo? Or are you playing Trinity here? If you're Trinity, I'm at least ten times more interested in the answer and you're hot.