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✭ 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!
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✭ Seriously, do it.
Network Prompts
ONE: PLEASE CONSULT YOUR PRIMARY PHYSICIAN
What a lucky day it is that you've found another application to install onto your tablet. These things are really a mixed bag, aren't they? At first, this definitely seems like you got the better end of a deal. The app is titled "DIAGNOSTICS.EXE" and when you run it, it seems to be some kind of body-scan program. However, when you run it, the only thing it tells you is that PARASITES ARE DETECTED. EXTRACTION REQUIRED BEFORE STAGE THREE TRANSITION BEGINS. Whatever that means. Maybe someone on the network can help, or maybe you can just panic about the parasites apparently eating away at your insides.
TWO: SOMETHING THERE THAT WASN'T THERE BEFORE
It's obvious pretty quickly that something's wrong with the Network, though it's hard to say exactly what. The Admin hasn't raised any kind of alert as to any known errors. Still, you can see fluttering behind the screen, like gnats moving and squirming. Wait--maybe it isn't the Network at all. Maybe it's your tablet. When you listen hard enough, you swear you can hear the scrabbling of little paper-thin legs. There has to be something you can do. Maybe someone on the Network will give you some kind of clue.
Action Prompts
THREE: OUT VILE SPOT
You and your traveling companion have made it to one of the food-stocked buildings for a sorely needed refill of your rations. There's plenty of time before lockdown, too, so it can't hurt to stop and eat what you can't carry. Things are going well for the most part, though you do notice that where you were most frequently handling the food, whether somewhere on a piece of clothing or on your skin directly appears to have developed what looks like a blue-black spot. Scrubbing it does nothing. Maybe it's nothing, a trick of the light or a bruise or stain you hadn't noticed sooner, but maybe you should let your traveling companion know, just to be entirely sure.
FOUR: MIND THE WALLS
This house is alive. At first, you and your traveling companion were sure that you were imagining things--it's a large house, after all, and in the dark after lockdown the shadows created by the light of you tablet can play tricks. It's easy to get turned around. You're tired. But after a long while of searching, you're sure of it. The walls are changing position. Doors lead to places they didn't a moment ago. When you touch your hand to the wallpaper you feel the faint, hot pulse of a heart beating. The two of you separated to cover the place faster, but now you're not sure how to navigate your way back to the front of the house to meet back up again. Good thing you both have your tablets to communicate between. A live video chat could help pass the time, at least.
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snowblindmemes2017-11-14 11:01 pm
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[She wouldn't inflinct this new, secondary identity on him just because of the sprite thing. Hell, she can't imagine what it would be like to be Rosesprite, being told there's a different her and that one's the more important one and so she doesn't get to be Rose anymore.She never got to really talk with Rosesprite about it either, given how quickly that situation had deteriorated into pure nonsense, and she's rather less concerned with Jasperose's sense of identity.
But it's been a while. Maybe he's embraced it. She shouldn't assume.
He takes his hand back, and she convinces herself that the sudden feeling of cold is just because of the general temperature. Gosh, this building and its shitty insulation.]
General warnings would be helpful, certainly. But I'm not against getting a bit gritty here.
cw: past torture, brainwashing/mind control, death, unreality
I'm not him. [Simply said.] Not really here to get into the why and wherefore of it.
[He's spent enough time feeling like the fake version, the bargain bin version, off-brand and misshapen through factory error, and whatever other metaphors he's seized on in the past. He's had time enough here to live a life removed from whatever the "real" Dave has been through, too, and enough to question how much good it does him to cling to what any Dave is supposed to be.]
[But fuck dumping that on her right now. It's hard to deal with even on his own.]
[His hand lowers.]
Don't trust everything you see. I've seen static in the air, a box of organs that wasn't there, my own body turning into a fucked up puppet monster, things like that. This place is big on messing with what you see, feel, hear—everything. Don't trust that your own mind is going to stay your own, either. I've had paranoia, got obsessed with eggs for a while, thought nobody else was real once, went spilling fears to the network with everyone one night...
[He pauses here, jaw tightening, then forges on.]
People have been brainwashed. Jade was here; she killed me one night, when everyone was running around outside and the snow was stopped in the air, and half of us wanted to kill the other half. Everyone woke up the next morning like it never happened. But if you count that time anyway, I've died five times here. Three to freezing to death. Pay attention when your tablet tells you to get inside.
And—
[He breathes out.]
If you go certain places, you'll see fucked up shit. There's a building with skin for wallpaper. Blood for paint. A house with manacles. Altars to a cult here. People got... We...
[And he pinches the bridge of his nose. He's saying so much already, but he's told people so many times that it's easier to get it out at once, no pulled punches. But what's she going to do if she knows? He still has to, or she'll ask sometime, or hear it from someone else—]
Torture. We got tortured. Some of us woke up in cells. Other people got brainwashed into doing it. Don't trust eye doodles; they're a cult symbol.
[His arms cross tight over his chest.]
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[It has that undertone to it that she's unfortunately prone to, that "I don't really believe you and don't feel like really trying very hard to pretend otherwise but fine, I'll drop it" sort of thing. She's mellowed a little over the years, softened and sweetened and learned a bit more tact, learned that she isn't necessarily always right and that convincing herself that she is is liable to bite her in the ass. But some habits die hard. And she is often right.
(And she used to call him the insufferable one.)
Still, she lets him talk without interrupting, listening patiently to the whole awful hellscape infodump. She kinda badly wants to take his hand back when he stumbles over his words, but she gives him his space. She shouldn't push him. Maybe he doesn't want her to fuss over him.
Up close, sitting right beside him, it's easier to the the scars peeking out from behind the shades he's hiding them with. Rose frowns for a moment before lifting a hand to lightly touch at them, just a fingertip at the corner of his eye socket.]
And what happened here?
cw: implied eye trauma
[He pulls away from her, his own hand gone up again to fend against her light, harmless touch. A moment more and he's shifted on his coils until he's sat more face toward her, better to block off the sight of the scars. It doesn't mean he's actually looking at her. He hates things like this, thinking too hard on it. If he took his shades off she'd see too much, see even the stitch marks at his eyelids, but the attention makes his shades sit uncomfortably against his face.]
I said I got tortured, right? That's part of it. You don't need the details to know it fucking sucked.
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Was that pushing too hard, right after she'd decided to give him a bit of breathing room? Or did he just think she was being nosy? It's not like she's known for being a terribly sympathetic person, she knows that, but. Christ. She isn't sure whether to feel guilty or mildly irritated.
Fuck it. She won't apologize for being concerned.
Rose aims a discontent look at the opposite wall, noting dispassionately that the door she came through is gone, and all at once gets back to her feet.]
Come on. I'm sick of this funhouse crap.
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[He's not sure yet where he stands with her. It's been years, after all, and she still calls him Dave.]
[So Davesprite rises after, taking a moment or two to gather up his bags and haul straps onto his arms or over shoulders. He looks ungainly with the backpack in front, but the wings in back make wearing it the normal way impossible. In the process of it all he locks down tight until his face and voice are even as an undisturbed pond.]
Sure. Stick close.
[Not that he's dealt with it before, but it's easier not to get lost from each other that way.]
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She won't try to take his hand again, but she doesn't trust this place not to suddenly slap a wall up between them. So she catches the end of one of his backpack straps, the excess bit that hangs loose, and twists it tight around her hand.]
Let's head down that way.
[A tilt of her head down the hall, opposite of the direction the now-missing door she'd come up through had been in. There doesn't really seem to be logic in a place like this, but chasing routes that have already disappeared is unlikely to work, so she might as well do the exact opposite.]
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Take it.
[He won't move forward until she does. The path doesn't particularly matter when he's sure this place will lead them in circles before they hit the door out.]
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Mixed signals, Strider.
[She doesn't smile or smirk or anything, but her arched eyebrow and the airy way she says it maybe suggest it's an attempt at joking again? Maybe??]
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[He is part game construct, after all. It's not a real answer, either, but he's never known her for being the most direct.]
[He gives her hand a gentle tug and starts forward down the way she'd indicated.]
I should probably ask what timeline you're from.
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The alpha timeline.
[And the obvious follow-up question to that -- for them at least, who're used to these kind of shenanigans -- is "when". So she doesn't wait for him to ask it. At least there's some good news to be shared today.]
We won.
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Jade told me that when she was still kicking around. Congrats.
[He's not even excited.]
She said there's a version of me that gets combined with a cat troll? Nepeta?
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I...maybe?
[SHE NEVER ACTUALLY EXPERIENCED DAVEPETA. Rose looks perplexed, but frowns and tilts her head thoughtfully as she considers it.]
I didn't see anything -- anyone? Anyone like that. But we figured Jasprosesprite was going to abscond with the spare kernel and bring Nepeta back, which would have been only one level of prototyping, and we saw that one sprite can become the second prototyping for another, so...it's possible that something like that occured while I was elsewhere.
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[But as for what Rose is actually saying—]
Jasp...rosesprite?
[He glances over, eyebrow cocked over the rim of his shades, like he's unsure of pronunciation or that he didn't hallucinate the line entirely.]
I mean, I figured another kernel had to be part of it, but what the hell were you doing in the alpha timeline? It was bad enough when I heard it took John to fix it. Have you got an answer on how that worked, while you're at it?
[That in particular had been a big, sore question ever since Jade mentioned it his first day here. Since when did the fucking Breath player do time travel?]
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He somehow got some kind of...retcon powers, I think? He didn't explain much, and I didn't have a chance to interrogate him about it. A great deal was going on at the time.
[She groans again, pressing her palm hard to her face like she can maybe just push the memory of the entire incident right out of her skull.]
...Including Jaspers tossing my corpse from the failed timeline into an empty kernel and then accidentally fusing himself with the resulting sprite.
[Does she look like she wants to die? Because she absolutely wants to die.]
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[Davesprite spares a moment to pinch at the bridge of his nose. His head hurts already.]
What?
[His hand drops. He needs to do something, anything, and he seizes on the handle of the nearest door because maybe that will help give some direction past the rest of this mess. He finds a closet for his trouble, groans, and shuts the door.]
No—no, you know what, no. I'm not asking. I'ma let that whole heap of nonsense sit right where it is. I don't—no.
[He shakes his head, like he can somehow make the topic vanish. He's going to have to sit down and think through it properly sooner or later, but right now when they're trying to find the exit is entirely unsuited for how dang much that is to contemplate. His sprite programming's going to have a fit if he forces it. (Time doesn't work that way.)]
[With an irritable gesture at the door, he asks,]
Do you think this will go somewhere else if I open it again?