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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jane | the walking dead game

[cowcatcher]

❚ NETWORK. ❱❱ two, @janedoe

So, that little "personal assistant" thing turned out to be as shitty as the rest of this place. There's a shocker for you.

[ Originally, this post was going to be a lot more scathing (it's actually short one plea for everyone to shut the fuck up), but Jane's been without social media long enough to have some restraint. Not like she needs everyone up her ass about something that isn't even her fault. She's happier lurking anyway. ]

❚ ACTION. ❱❱ three

[ Jane remains on edge as she picks her way through the cafeteria kitchen, a broken table leg clenched in one fist like a club. Her backpack is slung closely over her shoulders, further secured in place by the straps that clip across her chest. There is a kitchen knife tucked into the sheath wrapped around her thigh. Even indoors, and with the poor lighting, she can see her breath fogging in the air.

Though she's way behind the serving line, she can still make out all the folding tables and benches on the other side of the cafeteria, low and small, made for kids. A year or so ago, that would have been enough to ruin her appetite.

Now, it won't even help to dull the hunger gnawing at her gut. The rations she started out with are almost gone, her backpack too light. A girl's gotta eat if she's gonna survive - it's as simple as that. So even if she is on edge, ready to swing hard enough to crack a skull (it wouldn't be the first time), or whip around and run, it'll take a lot more to make her lose her nerve, and that's including all the haunted house shenanigans she's been treated to so far while looking around the school.

She's halfway to the walk-in against the far wall when the screaming starts up again. Jane freezes, straining to tell distance by sound, if it's the same as before, some poor little boy or girl who can't be helped. It's while she's listening so keenly that she hears the staff entrance to the kitchen creak open. She turns in that direction, waits for it to be more of nothing, when someone steps through.

It's too late to duck, but not too late to stare this newcomer down. ]

Find another room. [ The way she speaks, there's no confusing it for a suggestion. ]

[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.]

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'.

HERE WE GO AGAIN

[flayerhater]

[Ramsay Bolton, posing a threat. Imagine that! Unlike his father, subtly isn't exactly his strong suit. He has to really feel the inspiration to make that kind of effort. And given his present circumstances, he's feeling a bit lackluster in the whole effort-department today.

As her eyes scan over him, the seemingly genuine smile on his face begins to crack a bit, widening into a slightly more sickly grin. Since his arrival, he really hasn't had much opportunity to properly fuck with people and oh, he can tell already that Jane isn't going to disappoint. She's observant, this one.

Ramsay, unsurprisingly, doesn't back out. Oh no, he's going to take a couple of steps forward. He's pretending to be cautious, unsure, approaching Jane in a nonthreatening manner.]

Oh come now. There's no need for such hostility. I do believe it's possible for us to share whatever undoubtedly worthless scraps we find in this rat infested fortress!

:^)

[cowcatcher]

[ Jane's expression sours reproachfully as Ramsay comes closer, but there's not a trace of surprise to be found on her face. Of course he's letting himself in. Of fucking course he is. Anything else would've just been too easy. She's almost tempted to flash him a smile of her own, equal parts bullshit, since he wants to play it this way. But he's not going to buy that act now, not unless he's stupid.

Unfortunately, he's not striking her as stupid.

Jane steps around a lineup of stoves to invade some of the space between them before he can, arms crossing stiffly. Her face isn't giving anything but irritation away, though she does briefly raise an eyebrow at his way of speaking. She's weighing her options now, which don't include palling up with bright eyes here. God damnit. If she had just been faster, less distracted by all the noises, she could have made it to the walk-in and out of here. ]

Not interested. [ She keeps it short, as unengaging of a rejection possible, but the rest of her is doing plenty of talking. Now that she's out in full view, the knife strapped to her thigh is visible, and it's no coincidence she crossed her arms with the arm gripping her makeshift club on top. ]

[flayerhater]

[Well then! This young lady certainly is perceptive. Impressively so. Really, it's not uncommon for people to deduct that Ramsay is out of his fucking mind right off the bat. However, someone who A. stands their ground and B. actually has the guts to stand up to him is somewhat more unique. Especially a person with absolutely no backup or significant weaponry so to speak of.

Ramsay supposes this saves him the trouble of building any sort of faux trust, here. As fun as that can be given the right subject, he's hardly the patience to play nice with such an apparently sour individual! Nothing like getting straight to the point.

Instead of frowning at her rejection, Ramsay's grin only broadens. And somehow, just with that slight twitch in his facial expression, it becomes apparent that he's decided to take off all airs. Shit just went from zero to real in about half a second.

Similarly, when Jane flashes her weapons, it doesn't seem to deter him either. Ramsay's widened gaze momentarily drops to inspect them then shifts right back to making unblinking eye contact with the woman. Somehow, this new little twist of events only seems to delight him more.]

How disappointing.

[Yeah, no. He doesn't sound disappointed. Time to re-draw his own makeshift blade once again.]

Although, if I'm brutally honest with you, I've never been very good at sharing. You've saved me an incredible amount of discomfort.

[As if to emphasize his point, he abruptly kicks a stray pan on the floor, trying to startle her. Of course he could go straight for the kill but Ramsay's more the type to play with his food before he eats it. So.]

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?

[cowcatcher]

Hey.

[ Jane can't help a small smile at the sight of a familiar name, though it's accompanied by a twinge of.... well, both guilt and feeling sorry she was caught in the first place. It's been a while since she had people to let down, people she wanted to keep. ]

Clippy here's telling me all about the nutritional value of glass. Like I don't already know.

[neverbitten]

[Unfortunately, Clementine is still unsure on who janedoe is, or else she'd pretty soon be changing the subject to other matters. The name is familiar, of course, though she can't believe it could be the Jane she knows.

She hopes not, anyway... for a bunch of reasons.]

that figures.

i've seen it do worse though. even if that is pretty annoying.

[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.

[cowcatcher]

[ Jane breathes out sharply through her nose at the mention of 'safety in numbers', a hand coming to rest on her hip. If she had a dollar for every time she heard that... The stare she initially fixed Harry with gains an edge when it becomes clear that he's not going to listen to her. She has half a mind to turn and walk without saying anything at all.

Not many people can do uncomfortable silences better than someone used to going it alone, which is exactly what Jane is.

In her head, she runs everything Harry's showing her against the people she's come across before. His face, age, tone, the words he chooses, how he hasn't come through the door yet -- it all gets compared to previous run-ins, and what they wound up meaning for her.

The hard look on her face doesn't let up, but slowly, the hand gripping the club comes to rest at her side. Finally, her gaze lets up, scanning the room over again (she's counting exits, though that's second nature now) before she shakes her head grudgingly, sighing. ]

Look around if you want. I haven't found shit, so once I'm through with the walk-in, I'm gone. [ It's not an answer to his question, but it is as much of an invitation as he's gonna get. ]