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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?

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[In the interest of not fighting with America as he's...dealing with whatever he's dealing with, England lets that remark go. It's not quite in the correct tone to rebuke anyway.]

Chocolate chip. Heaven only knows how old it is. [Cellophane crinkles as he turns the package over, presumably to look for an expiration date.]

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Save it for me. [He sounds demanding, but he's lacking his usual energy. America turns to try and find some other door or window he could get into, trips on something beneath the snow, and then there's a yelp and a muffled thud as both America and his tablet hit the ground.]

Only if you're not late to arrive. [America is already late to that, of course, being stuck outside and all. But England will save it for him anyway.

The yelp alarms England, and his mouth gets a bit ahead of his brain, his voice a little too urgent for his own preferences.] America? What happened?

[There's no response except for the wind.]

[God, he's really outside. England knew all along, but he couldn't let the thought take root.

He tries again, louder this time and slightly more frantic:] America?

[There's a scraping sound as America finally finds his tablet in the darkness and snow and drags it over.] I'm okay. [Except he doesn't really sound it. The fall into the snow sapped a lot of his remaining energy.] I just d-dropped the tablet, that's all! Haha...

[He's not sure he's ever been this cold before.]

[England is trying, to the best of his ability, not to lose all sense of reason. Sometimes people come back here, when something happens to them. But sometimes they don't, and that's what keeps him so on edge.]

I'm switching to video.

[There are some tablet-tapping noises, and as promised, the video feed comes on. But it's not of England's face; it's of his food supplies, including the single cookie, resting on top of its package. They're illuminated by the light of the tablet screen.]

[For a long moment, America is worried his tablet will switch to video, too, but of course that doesn't happen. That the concern wasn't enough to put enough force into hie veins to try and deal with the potential problem is concerning, too.]

You're gonna save it, right? [He's not shivering anymore. That's a problem, but he's too exhausted to do anything about it. He has a lot of problems right now.]

You can have it if you come back. [It's impressive, the level way England manages to say that. It's also a good thing that the camera isn't turned towards his face, because that would completely ruin the effect of composure.

But he ruins it all anyway with the slight waver in his voice as he adds:] Fair game, otherwise.

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'Course I'll come get it. [There's not a lot of force in his voice at this point, but he's sincere if nothing else.] Later. 'M tired.

[England takes a deep, steadying breath. He's fine. Everything is fine.]

You're an idiot. I can't believe you got caught outside.

I'll be very cross if you leave me with this stale biscuit for weeks on end waiting for you to show up.

[He's not fine.]

I'll find you before it's been weeks. [He's a bit too confused to really focus on the dying issue, but he can still think about food--fittingly for America. Belatedly, he responds to England's first statement.] Lost track of time.

You'd better.

[When England is absolutely certain that his face isn't doing anything too incriminating, he turns the tablet away from the food so he can look into the camera.

Well, he definitely looks cross, at least.] Don't lose track of time again. The tablet gave you a warning, there's no excuse.

[America laughs in a weird, disconnected sort of way.] Your eyebrows look like one big eyebrow.

[Wow, he turned the tablet on himself to give America some sense of companionship while he dies and this is what he gets!!!

England scowls, his face colouring as he angles the tablet so his forehead is no longer visible.] You're such a prick.

[No, come back eyebrows...] I'm too cold to be a prick.

[That doesn't even make sense. He's not the greatest at comebacks right now.]

You're never too cold to be a prick. [Think about Russia and his general existence.

He's still hiding his eyebrows, also. He regrets turning on the video.]

I'm too cold to be anything. [Which is some really unintentionally ominous wording.]

Don't be ridiculous.

[England pauses, and for a second, glances up and away from the tablet to something else in the house. When he looks back, there's a frown on his face.] There's no fireplace here. Sorry.

[Not that a fire would do America much good from where England is, but it might be comforting to at least look at.]

'S okay. I can find one later. [A lot of things are being assigned to "later" right now. Sleep is sounding like a good plan at the moment, even though he's pretty sure that's a bad idea.] I'll tell you where it is and you'll bring cookies.

[Somehow.]

[That sounds nice.

England looks away, embarrassed by his own thoughts.] Biscuits. And there's only one of them.

Well you'll bring it. [America's voice has dropped off a bit more, but he can still be heard, even if the wind is competing with him more than it was.] And we can cut it into pieces.

[England scoffs.] You actually want to share it? You must be cold. ["Cold" here being a delicate euphemism for "dying".

There's a fond note in the mockery, though he's still too embarrassed to look into the camera.]

It'd be like a party. [The saddest party ever, but a party nonetheless. Or maybe America is trying to wish the cookie larger.]

You've lowered your standards for parties, then.

[Even still, England would attend. He prefers small parties anyway.]

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