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: IT WON'T BE LONG NOW... Well, you made a mistake. You spent too long searching around, or you ran outside near the end of the day for just one more thing, and now you've been locked out. You can search around all you want, but the best shelter you can hope for is pressing against the side of a sealed up building. You do still have your tablet, though. Maybe someone on the network can give you some advice, or at least some comfort while you wait for hypothermia to set in. TWO: CABIN FEVER Maybe you didn't want that mistake of getting caught outside to happen again, but now you've ended up staying too long in one location, and cabin fever has set in. Maybe you're taking to the network to try and ignore the hallucinations. Maybe you want to tell everyone that you've figured out they're all in on your kidnapping. Maybe you ended up wandering off and now you'd really like to know if anyone can check back in the place you were at for your pants. Action Prompts THREE: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING You're going about your business searching what seems like it might be an especially promising house--it's fully intact and there's even a working fireplace with some wood! It looks like someone else has the same idea, though, and you've run into them in the middle of your search. Do you share the potential wealth or try to kick them out? On the other hand, maybe you know who this is, or maybe you're just glad to actually see another person for the first time in ages. FOUR: GOOD MORGUE-NING You've just woken up in a morgue after dying in one unfortunate way or another. You have no idea where you are beyond that, but your tablet is insisting you can't stay here, so you should probably get out of here pretty quickly. Of course, bringing people back from the dead isn't a perfect science, so you're missing something important to you. Maybe you've lost your voice, maybe you can't remember where you're from, maybe you can't remember where you are right now. It looks like someone else is nearby, though. Maybe they can help you out?

Comments

three/action.

[defs]

[ By contrast, Cosima is a woman who, despite nearing thirty, regularly plays the part of an adolescent. Friendly, outgoing awkwardness couched by colloquialisms, childish demonstrations of independence and a too-open heart will do that. The moment she enters, she’s a little distracted - the sudden rush of minimal warmth from being indoors is enough to fog her glasses and render herself nearly blinded. Distracted, irritated, cold, hungry and tired of this place - ]

Yeah, okay.

[ Once her glasses are clear, her hands fall from her face. ]

Chill, dude.

[ The door is pushed in a way that’s meant to be trying, exaggerated, and slams hard enough to rattle the door frame. That done, she moves away from whatever he’s doing to start going through the overhead cupboards - the ones she can reach, anyway. Congratulations, Levi. You found someone shorter than you.

Carelessly, she allows the last cupboard door to knock closed, not bothering to be soft or quiet with it. ]

[bivious]

[ The comparison is a pointless one, and yet—Levi is struck by a reminder of Hange as the stranger lingers gracelessly by the threshold. Maybe it’s the fogged up spectacles. Maybe it’s the ridiculous disorder of hair, all thick and unwieldy knots tied back into a ponytail. Or maybe it’s the laidback demeanor that prematurely has him locking his jaw in irritation. Regardless, her suggestion for him to “chill” is met with an icy look. Probably not what she had in mind. He tracks her progress through the house without so much as turning his head, eyes following her every movement. The makeshift machete now rests against a knee cap where he kneels in front of the bereft fireplace; its placement is deliberate, a casual warning. ]

You’re not going to find anything.

[ Levi’s voice is clipped, flat. He’s already ransacked the place, with every good worth having neatly piled beside him. ]