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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Greg House | House MD

[rubikscomplex]

network - audio
[ No one told him he wouldn't be able to change his sn once chosen. What kind of crap network is this? It's apparently the one House is stuck with. Everyone will be treated to a message from hotstud_xxx. ]

Let's play a game. Let's assume any of this is actually real and not an hallucination or someone's really interesting idea for a prank. How do I get the clipart buddy to shut up on this tablet? I'm pretty sure 'take off your coat and enjoy the day outside' only works if I'm literally a furnace. Or if it's trying to encourage me to exhibitionism. Hot or not? I'm guessing not when I keel over from hypothermia.


action - school
[ House hadn't really wanted to get out, but with his bottle of vicodin looking lonely in his pocket, he's decided it's best to find something. Schools usually have nurse's offices, right? Time to see if there's anything worth taking left in there. Or it would be, if not for the Stephen King-cum-M. Night Shyamalan atmosphere the place had going on.

He spots what he assumes is another actual living being and limps over, cane thunking loudly on the floor. ]

Okay. I've seen this movie before, so when does the blood start pouring down the walls?

[ The piano playing has his own fingers twitching, wanting to put something better on. ]

school

[graphomaniac]

[ Wait. Is that actually a person?

Lev notices House as he rounds a corner, holding on to the wall as much for reassurance as for stability. He squints at the other, trying to determine if he's real, a trick of this place or a return of his hallucinations. After House fails to disappear into thin air, Lev decides he's probably real and approaches. ]

Would be too cheap. I hope this place is classier than that.

[ He's entirely deadpan and serious in tone, but it's meant to be a joke.

He's kind of mumbling, not looking at House directly. He's still clutching the wall and his walking stick for dear life, as they are currently the only things he can be reasonably sure exist outside of his personal bubble of reality. ]

[rubikscomplex]

[ House can't quite tell if the guy is being serious, but that sure is a lot of red hair. Oh, and look, a fellow cripple. At least he looks like he'll go down easier than House will if it comes to a scuffle for... whatever supplies are here. ]

Considering the creepy piano music and the pitter patter of little feet, I'm guessing we're about two corridors down from a pair of twins standing in front of an elevator.

Anything interesting in that direction, Red?

[ He taps his own cane for attention before pointing it in the direction the other man has just come from. ]

[graphomaniac]

[ Lev tilts his head and gingerly lets go of the wall, to gesture over his shoulder, back towards the cafeteria. ]

Cafeteria. No food. No fuel. No water. Everything jumbled up.

Heard giggling but that could be me, not the school.

[ He pauses, staring at House very intently. ]

Red? My name's Lev.

[rubikscomplex]

[ And he gets a psych ward patient in the making. Beautiful. At least he's a useful psyche ward patient. House rubs a thumb across his forehead before smoothing his hand down his face. ]

Okay, Lev. I'm looking for the nurse's office. Or the principle's office.

[ Likely the only place to find booze and confiscated items. Although, House doesn't have terribly high hopes for an elementary school. Kids these days. Much too clean-cut under the age of eleven. ]

Any chance you've seen a map around here?

[ Don't mind him, not bothering to introduce himself. ]

action;

[armoured]

[What looks to be a figure in the distance is much larger up close. Much... much larger, over seven feet tall, in fact. The massive suit of armour (wearing a coat, a loincloth, and some fancy blue earmuffs), stands up at once and turns around when he hears someone else's voice nearby.]

Huh?

[His voice is small and child-like, and he seems to be seriously considering the question.]

Hopefully not when we're still here today, but you should let me know if you see anything like that. Blood has been found in a few places, and Lea told me that there are creatures stalking the school. I wouldn't have come if I didn't think there was sure to be some clues here.

action;

[rubikscomplex]

[ House stares at the suit of armor for a long moment, nonplussed. Yep. Hallucination. Unless the kid's voice never dropped and he started wearing armor to compensate. ]

You're sure you're not part of the horror movie appeal, Iron Man? Pretty sure little kid voice coming out of anything huge is a tip off. Who's Lea? [ Because he should probably ask something relevant to go with his sneering. ]

[armoured]

[Wow, rude.

He stiffens and manages to look outraged even though the expression on his helmet is impossible to alter at all.]

I'm fifteen, and I can't help the way I sound. It's just... it's not that weird, definitely not weird enough to be part of anything horror related.

[HUFF.]

[rubikscomplex]

[You don't know the half of it, Al.]

Fifteen. [House's expression is deadpan in return as he gives the armored kid a long, elevator stare.] With glowing eyes, apparently. Yeah, that's nothing horror-related. What's with the armor, then?

[armoured]

[Al rubs the back of his head in a (very poor) attempt at nonchalance.]

It's for insulation... it's really good for keeping the snow off my skin, and it helps me keep as warm as toast.

[Too far?]

omg House. Yes. Please. also, network, @newangle

[baymaxing]

yeah. pretty sure going outside in this without your coat is a Bad Idea. bad clipart buddy. but i'm pretty sure you can exit out of that not by ignoring it or listening to it. like this.

[and here he proceeds to tell House just how. Though. hotstud_xxx. Really, House? Really? No, of course he would.]

Hiro, bae! Run away while you can from the mean old man!

[rubikscomplex]

[Still maintaining that he's a rumrunner with a horse if anyone questions it. People just don't appreciate what his people did for Prohibition. He follows the instructions and is relieved when the avatar shuts up and disappears.]

Thanks. [You have pleased him, new angle, accept this token gratitude.] So, does all the tech here come with useless tutorials, or was I just lucky getting Navi, here, for mine. [Just jumping right back into the bitchfest, now. It's cold, his leg hurts, and he has a limited supply of Vicodin. How's your morning going?]

their combined sass and sarcasm though.

[baymaxing]

[Navi. Okay, that gets something of a snerk perhaps. But he gives a shrug, before recalling it's on his default preference of text. People are possibly more likely to pay attention with that, rather than seeing him and dismissing him as just another kid.]

you're welcome. but, actually, besides what we might have had on us at the time we woke up, the tablets are about the extent in terms of the tech we've found so far. pretty disappointing, but that doesn't mean there might not be more we just haven't come across yet.

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.

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?

action oh MAN

[lancingintherain]

[one ear twitches towards the sound of his cane on the floor, and at his voice she turns to face him properly, her soggy hat in her right hand and a two-by-four studded with shrapnel in her left. She holds the latter like she's ready to use it; this school creeps her right the hell out, and she's not assuming anything good about anybody emerging from the shadows in here.]

[Sure, he just looks like an ordinary human guy, around her height and with a cane, but going by appearances is dangerous. She clears her throat and stares him down, her ears turned back.]

I don't plan on staying long enough to find out. Who are you?

Freya, honey... I'm so sorry. So so sorry.

[rubikscomplex]

[House just stares because that? That is a giant rat. Rat-thing. Kangaroo rat-thing? It's talking. It is also wearing clothes and holding a weapon menacingly. And so, he stares.

Is this part of the hallucination of this place? Are there some weird genetic experiments going on? Is it a robot? Some furry in one of their suits?

He doesn't answer her question, just returns with one of his own.]

What the hell are you supposed to be? The rat queen?

house you beautiful soul

[lancingintherain]

[oh no, he didn't. She snaps into a combat-ready stance and points her weapon at him in warning, baring her sharp teeth. Her tail lashes once, like the tail of an angry cat.]

[if she's a robot, she's a very well-articulated one. As for her being a fursuiter, her legs are jointed all wrong, and too sinewy for human legs to be hidden inside—unless she's half-furry and half-robot, which would be interesting. The possibilities are endless, really.]

Say that again, if you want a fight. I don't care if you have got a cane.

[rubikscomplex]

[Whatever she is, he kind of wants to yank on her tail. Her ears. As she's a wild animal waving something pointy at him, though, he relents on being an asshole for just a moment, one hand coming up in a 'stop' motion.]

Say what? What are you? People said there were creatures in here.

[Granted, if she were one of them, he'd probably already be dead. Good enough for a cover for now.]

[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.]

audio; @h.hart

[signet]

You don't; I've tried. These things are bloody durable.

[Once he realized there wasn't a way to shut the thing up via the app itself, he'd tried to smash the tablet.

Obviously, it hadn't worked.]

Just wait, it gets better. Soon it will be delving into your personal life.

[Harry's own tablet has spent the last hour reciting every single perceived failure of his lifetime, many of which he'd forgotten. Had he remembered the time he'd pulled the wings off a butterfly as a child? No? Well he damn well does now.]

audio;

[rubikscomplex]

[This guy sounds indescribably posh. At least he swears. For a given value of swearing. Cool. Less cool is the news he brings.]

And here I thought being in Snowhell might get me away from Cameron. [Even if she... hadn't been around for a while, anyway. Details.] Thanks for the heads up, Blackadder. [Really, that accent. He can't not make fun of it.]

Maybe I can just smother it with a blanket. If I had a blanket to spare. Has anyone mentioned this place has a shitty starter pack? I was expecting at least a sleeping bag when I signed up for this season of Survivor: Siberia.

[signet]

[Blackadder isn't the worst thing he's ever been called, so he doesn't mind it much.]

My pleasure, Hot Stud.

[He hums his agreement in regards to the survival kits -- they are, without a doubt, absolute shit.]

I expected boots, at least.

[There's a brief pause and some static as he rummages for something in the background.]

My home for the evening has a few spare blankets. Perhaps I'll try smothering mine and get back to you on the effectiveness.

[rubikscomplex]

[House smirks. Sense of humor. Good.]

Yours comes with blankets? No fair! I traveled all this way and all I got was a ramp and a wheelchair. [All things considered, finding a handicap-accessible home had been much better than he could have hoped for.] Next time, I'm following your tracks.

By the way, you get locked inside, too? Not that I want to be outside, but that's weird, huh?

[signet]

I can't help but wonder if there really was a community here before us, or if it's all for show.

[He's leaning towards the latter. It's like they put in so many believable little details (like a handicap accessible house or an elementary school) that it feels staged.]

And yes, I'm locked in. Apparently that's the norm here -- forced to travel by day, trapped by night.

So I've heard, anyway.