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]

[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.

[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.

[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?

[animalize]

What have you been doing to pull your weight?

[flayerhater]

Cutting out that unnecessary baggage, of course.

[animalize]

[ ...

A.

Long.

Pause. ]

You're being weird.

[flayerhater]

[Astute observation, Malia. Astute. Observation.]

And you're being rude. Implying that I'm not pulling my weight! Milady.

[Tsking. So, so shameful.]

[animalize]

I'm not a— milady. I'm not even a lady.

[ She is when mothers at the grocery store tell their kids to stop bothering this nice lady, but they don't even know her. ]

Do you call everybody that?

[flayerhater]

Are you so absurdly impolite to every stranger you happen to come across?

What would you like me to call you? Or, if you'd prefer, I can be... incredibly creative and conjure up something of my own!

[No.]

[animalize]

Only the weird ones.

[ The truth is that she's not trying to be impolite — it just sort of happens. ]

You can come up with something.

[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?

[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. ]

[flayerhater]

Well I can't properly name you, if I don't have a face now, can I?

[Ramsay logic.]

[animalize]

Yes, you can.

[flayerhater]

Did your mother name you without seeing your face?

[animalize]

[ Her first thought is "How would I know?" It's not like she can ask either her adoptive or biological mom. One's dead and the other wants her dead. ]

You're not my mother.