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.

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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.

[fadedmemory]

Yes.

[ From anyone else, the answer would sound like a glib non-sequitur. From Cole, it's perfectly sincere. Yes, he knows he doesn't always make much sense to normal people. Yes, he's okay with that. He hopes you are too, stranger. He doesn't want to cause any inconvenience or stress here.

What I'm saying here is that he's "UwU" personified right now. ]

It's because it is so quiet here. I can't feel the tangles any more.

[ His creepy, almost-dead gaze moves to the camera instead of his glitchy avatar on the screen. Unsettling! ]

It's the air. It's too thick.

[doesntrow]

[It is a bit unsettling, but Booker's seen worse. A little creepiness is fine as long as he doesn't become a threat.]

"Tangles"? Can you explain that part a little more?

[It sounds a little like Elizabeth's tears, almost. Though this guy is definitely not Elizabeth.]

1/2

[fadedmemory]

Yes.

2/2

[fadedmemory]

 

 

 

 

[ OH WAS THAT A REQUEST, OKAY ]

When I'm not here, I take the tangles in people's heads. Tangles, teased - tamed, treating the tension and the terror.

I feel when people need me. I make the hurt better.

[doesntrow]

[...Oh. Well. That sure sounds like a thing.]

I hope you ask people permission before poking with their heads. Not everyone might enjoy something like that.

[fadedmemory]

Don't worry. I only help if they need me.

[ That's the same as getting permission, right? ]

I don't go looking. It just happens. And then they forget.

@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.

[fadedmemory]

Glitch. Thank you. It wouldn't tell me its name before.

[ He gives the avatar another sympathetic look before turning his attention to the conversation itself. Or. Or as much as Cole ever concentrates on anything, anyway. ]

If it doesn't have feelings of its own, whose does it have? It should give them back. They aren't making it happy.

[signet]

[Of all the things Harry has encountered here, medieval magical people must be the most challenging. It's not a bad thing by any means.

Just...difficult.]

They're no one's. It's programmed to act as though it feels things, but none of it's real.

Think of it as a parlor trick -- an illusion.

[fadedmemory]

Maybe unreal feelings feel real to it? I wasn't real, once.

[ Poor little Glitch. Cole gives it another concerned little look. ]

Then I became real. And realer still, here. I have to sleep, and eat. I don't much like the eating.

Glitch might, though.

[signet]

Trust me, nobody much likes the eating here.

[Those rations are g r o s s.]

But I don't think this glitch is like you, Cole. [Not that he understands what Cole is, exactly.] You are an individual, capable of free will and thought. The glitch stems from something artificial. I'm afraid I can't explain it any plainer than that.

[fadedmemory]

I understand.

[ Kind of. A little. If you squint and turn your head sideways. ]

It isn't a spirit or a mage. It's a spell. Magic, made and unmade by mages, not Makers. Formless and Fade-born, searching for shape.

I hope it isn't dangerous. So many things are, here.

{ video | @Lavellan }

[carrywithyou]

Cole!

[ Oh, Cole. Sweet, helpful Cole. ]

It's all right. The tablets may seem like real people, but they're not. They're like a tool.

[fadedmemory]

Yes. Hello, Ellana.

[ From his demeanour, anyone would think this was perfectly normal. Chatting it up with the Inquisitor after being mysteriously smuggled into Snowhell? Sure. Normal as hell. Must be Tuesday. What now?? ]

If the tablet spirit isn't real, does that mean you're a tool too? What are you to be used for?

[carrywithyou]

[ Well that's a rather deep question. Especially since she is a tool, in several different ways. ]

You've seen what I can do. I close rifts, so I suppose in that way I'm a tool. But I'm also real. The tablet is just a way to show me to you. It's like if I wrote you a letter. The letter shows you what I've said, but the letter isn't a real person. I'm real and I'm talking to you on my own tablet. But if we can figure out a place to meet, I can show you I'm really here.

[fadedmemory]

Oh, I believe you're real. I don't even think a not-real-you would lie. Not one that was good at being you.

[ He sort of understands, a little. But if the tablet is a letter, then whose messages is the tablet spirit conveying...? ]

Nothing makes sense here. Wrong, wretched, reaching to find the fade, find feelings. For helping. But nothing, no, it stops it - stifles, suffocates, shadows shifting.

I don't like it.

[carrywithyou]

I know, neither do I.

[ Her voice sounds a little exhausted, really. ]

I can't reach the Fade for my magic. It's gone, or something is suppressing it. But every day we search for answers on why we're here, and how to get home.

[fadedmemory]

Have you found any? I can help.

[ He looks left and right, staring into the middle distance. Being able to help would be good, even if he can't do it the way he usually does. ]

There are cupboards here. Maybe the answers are inside.

[whiteknightnecromancer]

It's alright Cole. It doesn't need help. It's like a book.

Except the book keeps flipping open to a page on its own and reading out loud.

[Dorian spoke gently at first and then with frustration toward the end.]

[fadedmemory]

It doesn't seem like a very interesting sort of book. Not like Varric's.

[ He turns the tablet over and over in his hands, looking for way to open the pages. When he's done turning it around, the display stops on his face again.

It's upside down now, but. Details. ]

You're angry with it. Is it one you've already read?

[whiteknightnecromancer]

Yes, you could say that. More to the point, it's reading itself to me while I try to sleep.

[Dorian may have tossed it at a wall. You can't prove anything.]

[fadedmemory]

Have you tried asking it to be quiet? Maybe it'll listen. If you ask nicely.

[ Because, you know. That's an incredibly original thought that surely Dorian couldn't have already tried. ]

Or you could try and make it sleep too. You could sing a lullaby.

[ C O L E ]

[whiteknightnecromancer]

It isn't currently taking requests, nice or otherwise.

[Or at any volume]

It doesn't sleep or have emotions, Cole. It just... it's a thing, not a person.

[Dorian hoped. Some of the "maybe it's an AI" theories floating around the network gave him the creepy crawlies.]