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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: IF YOU DON'T... Lockdown has just hit, and you're preparing to settle in for the night when, suddenly, there's a noise from your phone. A notification buzz that sounds almost like the naughty laughter of a child. It looks like you have a new app, the icon displaying a jack-o-lantern. Choosing to open it will reveal a screen with two buttons: trick and treat. Only, trying to click on "treat" only garners more of that laughter from before. Maybe that's the trick. And if you click on "trick"...well, nothing happens. Not to you, anyway, but someone else is bound to find a nasty note in their inbox with your username attached--or maybe even an audio clip of your voice, a brief video of what certainly looks to be you...but you're sure you didn't send this person anything. So what's going on? Nonetheless, whatever "trick" was received from you (or maybe you're the one on the receiving end) someone's got some explaining to do. TWO: THE UNLUCKIEST DAY You don't wake up feeling as if today is any day different from any of the others...but that all changes very quickly when something unfortunate happens. Maybe you pull your tablet out of your bag to find that the screen appears shattered like a mirror. Maybe the dark outline of a black cat pads along the bottom of your inbox. Maybe cement-like cracks appear along your keypad as you try to type, warning you not to step on them. Or maybe still, the shadow of the slope of a ladder looms ominously over your screen. Whatever it is, the end result is the same: suddenly, you're experiencing terrible bouts of back luck. It could come in many forms. Maybe you're tripping over your feet more than usual. Maybe you opened your bag after traveling to find a hole had ripped through the bottom and your lost some useful inventory. Maybe your rations have gone bad. Maybe you even injure yourself. Regardless of how it manifests, the status effect lasts until the rest of the day. Maybe you can turn to the network and see if others are experiencing the same or similar problems--or maybe someone has an idea on how to reverse it. Action Prompts THREE: MONSTER MASH You and your traveling companion have some quick thinking to do. Why? Because you were just chased not by one or even two anomalies, but by a whole hungry hoard. It's a miracle, you think, that the two of you were able to make it in unscathed...but it doesn't take long for you to realize that getting inside was hardly the difficult part. You've chosen an unfortunately big building to hide in, and between the two of you there aren't enough hands to hold down all the windows and block all the doors. What's worse: lockdown is still a few hours away. It looks like you have a few options: try and systematically block every exit point before the anomalies can make their way through them, make a break for a different building, or let them in and take shelter deeper in the house, in a room with a single door that will hopefully be able to hold until morning. There are, of course, ups and downs with each course of action. Can you get all the windows fast enough? Can you outrun all the anomalies from such a short distance? If the monsters are locked inside with you, is there a possibility that they'll still be there the next morning? Regardless, you have to think fast. You'll only have one shot at getting this right. FOUR: GIVE ME SOMETHING GOOD When you first find this house, you think you and your traveling companion have hit the jackpot. The cabinets are bursting with food, the closets and cupboards bursting with useful supplies--even electronics! At least, that's how it seems. But then you look closer, and nothing's real. Everything's filled with neatly wrapped candies in plain black and orange paper. That backpack is made of tissue paper--that sleeping bag crumbles when touched, a very realistic dust sculpture. What's worse, only some of the candies prove to be candies. Others, neatly packaged teeth, eyeballs, spider carcasses... But are those even really there? You might step in one room and back out again to discover the whole place empty, your findings, horrible or otherwise, completely imagined.

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[ She sees where he's looking and sighs. ] Have you always been this susceptible to suggestion, or did I miss that part? There's nothing to worry about. If that rug comes to life, it'll turn into a fluffy harmless teddy bear. And if that doesn't happen, then I'll find a way over there and take care of the problem.

[ Or he can. Assuming he's got a defensive weapon on him somewhere. ]

You know, I do seem to remember you hit your head on things quite often. I realize it's not on purpose, but I wish that you wouldn't.

[ Honestly. Be more careful with that head of yours. She likes it intact. ]

You are all right, though, aren't you?

[ All ribbing aside, she really does worry about him at times. ]

Not that often.

[Flynn feels like further reminding her of certain tree branches flicked back into his face by a certain someone but once again her straightforward inquiry takes the fight out of him. Despite himself, the promise of making her way over to fight a fake animated bearskin in his honor brings a smile to his face.]

Yeah, I'm fine. Really.

Just a bit of injured pride.

Often enough for me to notice it. But never mind.

[ She does remember those tree branches, thank you very much! ]

I see that smile. That's more like it.

[ She's always liked his smile; she just doesn't state it as plainly as that, because feelings are complicated. ]

So where on the map are you?

[Her follow-up on his smile makes him chuckle, if a bit bashful, and he relaxes, allowing himself to sink deeper into his bundle of clothes and blankets.]

Yeah, yeah.

I'm in the Radiation Zone. Was on my way to the Convenience Store but didn't quite make it today. Found some socks, though! [He slips his feet out from underneath his blanket fort, wiggling his toes at the screen for a moment.]

You?

The Radiation Zone. Sounds dangerous.

[ Have another look, Flynn. It's a look that's tempered by something vaguely like fondness, but she does not particularly want him getting radiation poisoning. ]

Like the socks. They're very you.

[ She chuckles. ]

I seem to be in the Ice Tunnels, close to the hospital.

Dangerous, yes. Didn't you know that's my middle name these days?

[He grins.]

Hey, that's not a bad place to be. You should check it out. Maybe you find a scalpel or something similarly stabby.

These days? So, you grew tired of 'swashbuckling', then?

[ She grins in return. Flynn 'Swashbuckling' Carsen does have a ring to it. So does his suggestion, but she doesn't really like it used in combination with him. Unless he's the one bringing danger to others. Which still puts him in the line of fire. ]

I wouldn't mind having a machete or something else, but I suppose a scalpel's a good substitute.

I will never grow tired of a good swashbuckling.

[Ah, she just knows him too well. But so does he, obviously, because at her mentioning of wishes for all things sharp and pointy he snorts, amused.]

Of course you wouldn't.

Psychopath.

No? Well, I suppose that's good, because something tells me you'll be doing quite a lot of that.

[ As far as she can tell, he already has managed to get some of the bravado and flamboyance down, but that's only half of it. Still, he has time, especially now.

His comment is a reminder of their early days together, back when she was busy trying to keep him at arms' length. ]

Good to see that you haven't stopped saying the sweetest things.

You might be right about that. This city tends to... force your hand from time to time.

[It's true, he's older; more experienced, less prone to – well, fine, there is some screaming going on still, but only in situations where it is absolutely warranted. Running from anomalies. Getting told that there's a monster behind you while you're down in the tunnels. Having spiders thrown at your face.

These kinds of things.

He smiles at her second comment.]

Not when there's ample reason.

Really? And how exactly does it do that? I'd like to know what I'm stepping into before it happens.

[ The good thing about him is that he's a quick learner. Nicole has full confidence that he's rising admirably to whatever the occasion is around here. Or occasions, as the case may be. ]

Amazing. I didn't even have to wave a machete around.

Must be your natural charm.

[He flashes her another smile, then sobers as he considers her question.]

The city sometimes changes your perceptions of things. The way you think. Your personality. It can be pretty terrifying. [He has no qualms whatsoever to admit that; not to her.] It's like you can't trust yourself.

Oh, is that what we're calling it now? I thought you'd decided to refer to it as my violent sociopathic tendencies.

[ She tips a wink at him, enjoying their banter as usual. ]

Yes, terrifying is a good word for that. After all, you can't very well fight yourself or your mind. [ She's beginning to feel less confident about her prospects here. She can fight off a person, but fighting off traps spun by her own mind is another matter entirely. ]

How have you been managing so far?

Well, I have to come up with some new lines eventually, right?

[Flynn exhales.]

I'm... doing okay. Nothing too bad happened to me so far but I've heard stories of people... doing things they would never do. Even murdering each other.

[He grimaces.] I beat a friend with a crowbar?

Well, I would highly recommend it if you ever want a girl to look twice at you.

[ Never mind that she'd have to fight very hard to resist the urge to drive away anyone who did look at him that way. She has no feelings for him whatsoever. None. Zero.

At least that's what she tells herself. ]

You haven't, have you? [ Flynn murdering anyone is a difficult thing to reconcile, but she supposes if things are really as bad as he says they are, then it's a possibility. ]

You did? He must have made you really mad.

No. [He quickly shakes his head.] No murder, I'm really trying to avoid that.

Oh wow, yeah, extremely mad. Said some terrible things, too. God, I still feel awful about it.

[Flynn exhales.]

... Did compliment me, though. I mean, later. After we were back to normal and reconciled. Said I was hardcore.

Good. I do hope that you manage to keep it that way. [ She won't always be around to stop him, even though she hopes that situation never arises. ][ She smiles. ]

Well, he's not wrong.

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