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?

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England | Axis Powers Hetalia | OTA

[keepscalm]

prompt two ❧

[England wasn't one to go gallivanting around in a blizzard, even with consideration given to his disposition for poor weather. It seemed to be a fair enough plan—wait until the snow let up and then start looking for a more sustainable food source—but entire days passed and the clouds showed no sign of emptying any time soon. Soon enough, it was going on a week, and things were starting to get a bit questionable. He's not easily frightened, and even this is more a minor disturbance than a cause for alarm, but he didn't sense anything magical about this place at all. So he's a bit worried.

Reluctantly, he returns to the network with a text post.]

There appear to be hands hanging from the ceiling in the house I'm occupying. Has anyone else had a similar encounter?

prompt three ❧

[Though England is quite used to managing without luxuries, he still feels immense relief when he's able to find a house with a working fireplace. If only he had tea. A blizzard he can deal with, but he was unprepared to be wrenched away from his daily consumption of tea.

But no sense in wasting the fireplace over it. He gets to work getting a flame going, and as soon as it takes to the larger hunks of wood, England parks himself on the floor in front of it so he can start sorting his supplies. He keeps one of the nearby metal tools at his side, resting the pointed tip of it against the frame of the fireplace. You can never be too careful.

Though he hears the door open, he's more distracted by the gust of cold wind that blows in through it and sends a shiver through his whole body. He reaches for the fireplace poker and shifts his sitting position, so it's easier to spring away if he must.

Even though he's on guard, he mostly just sounds annoyed when he calls out without looking towards the entrance.] For God's sake, close the door!

wildcard ❧

[If you've got another idea, hit me with a starter!]

prompt two!

[book_ends]

_{[Simon has, in fact, had a similar encounter, although that was not here. It was before, and it was hands grabbing at him from the floor rather than the ceiling, but it's reminiscent enough to be alarming.]}

get out of there right now

[keepscalm]

They don't seem aggressive. Did they attack you?

[England spends too much time around weird magical creatures to subject himself to hours in the blizzard just on someone's very vague warning.]

[book_ends]

not those hands but aggressive or not there are hands in the ceiling

there shouldnt be hands in the ceiling, man, that's crazy and yes probably dangerous

[keepscalm]

I have to weigh "probably" dangerous against the definitely dangerous blizzard outside.

This isn't the first time I've seen something like this. Sometimes they're harmless. Often eerie, of course, but harmless.

[He's definitely crazy.]

prompt two

[tresbienmoi]

Hands hovering so far out of reach with no desire or inclination to caress you...?

Sounds par the course for you, Angleterre.

[keepscalm]

You're an unhelpful prick, as always. How comforting.

Perhaps you'd like to let them have a go at you, instead? Only someone like you could desire the attention of these things.

[tresbienmoi]

Hmm? I didn't quite catch that first bit, I don't speak idio-- English.

Is this a desperate cry for help? Do you need the world's big brother to come to your aid?

[keepscalm]

Last I checked, "idiot" was the only thing you spoke. Thank heavens everything here is translated to English. You'll be using it whether you like it or not, and we can avoid such misunderstandings.

I need your help about as much as this godforsaken town needs more snow.

two also playing with blindness a bit more (so he doesn't just ask him to take a picture)

[warriorscribe]

[It's a little odd hearing that sentence in his tablet assistant Helel's computer-calm as he reads it out for him. That does not sound like a sentence anyone should speak in any manner of calm. But he can't see the text for himself right now, so it can't be helped. Relying on Helel (he thinks of the entire tablet as the avatar, predictably) to transcribe his speech - how ironic, now he's the one who needs a scribe - his own answer has all the patterns of speech with none of the intonation or emotional markers.]

Hands? That's alarming. You couldn't have found the house of a disturbed collector, could you?

aha yes c:

[keepscalm]

They're not exactly human hands. They're shaped as such, but they're a bit spectral.

And they appear to be extending straight out of the ceiling. They're not hung by any implement.

[England that's not normal.]

[warriorscribe]

What?

[Enoch has literally ridden roiling storm clouds before. Spectral hands should not be surprising.

But that was in a place very not like Earth, and this is. Are there demons here? Why would they be loitering where there are no souls to take?]

Are you hearing anything strange? Like indistinct voices.

[keepscalm]

No voices. I tried to initiate conversation when they first appeared, but whatever it is doesn't seem very talkative.

c-c-c-combo breaker, three

[sageprincess]

[The door obediently shuts when England demands it, though there's no verbal response quite yet. On reflex, Zelda's hand goes to her scavenged knife upon hearing the other voice, but the internal struggle between doing what's safest and the desire to hear another's voice unfiltered by the strange magic tablet keeps her from doing much else.

Hearing the faint crackle of a fire only tips the scale towards taking a risk.

Lingering just outside of the room England is in, Zelda calls out.]

Would you be willing to share your fire, sir?

gently shrieks

[keepscalm]

[It's a girl.

England's hand relaxes slightly around the handle of the poker, though he doesn't let go of it completely. He turns so that he can face in the direction that the voice is coming from, and by the doorway, he can faintly see the outline of a young woman by the firelight.

He weighs his options. He'll be very, very cross if she attacks him, but the likelihood that she'd win is probably pretty low. Most of the people here haven't been fighting for nearly as long as England has, he's sure.]

...I might be willing, if you are. [Subtly: 'You'd better not plan to kill me for it.']

[sageprincess]

[Like a rabbit ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble, she peers quietly around the door frame when the response from inside isn't obviously hostile. There's not quite enough light to see in detail, but the glint of something metallic around the area of England's silhouette's hand gives her pause. It looks longer than her worn down kitchen knife; she'd be at a disadvantage if things went south sometime during the night.

But fire.]

My energy is not so limitless to squander it fighting. A fire can warm two just as well as one.

[keepscalm]

[England glances down to where his fingers are curled around the handle of his makeshift weapon. It's obvious that he's thinking, looking at the pros and cons as well as his own capacity for sympathy.

Finally, he answers.] A fair consideration, and I imagine it applies to both of us.

[He looks back in her direction, even though he still can't see her very well.] Come on over, then, I suppose.

3

[havent]

[he's pushing on the door as much as he can, alright. there's only so much he can do before he gives up on it, inspecting the hinges and the way it used to fit in the frame. the cold has made the wood expand and now that it's been open, it won't shut properly anymore.]

Not gonna happen. [a pause, and then - ] We'll need to improvise, if you're willing to lend a hand.

[and what he has on is definitely not enough to last in these temperatures. kei pulls the dark jacket over him closer, involuntary shuddering in the cold as another gust of wind blows through.]

[keepscalm]

[Those are not the words England wants to hear. He stands so that he can approach the doorway, leaving the fireplace poker behind.]

I don't think I want hypothermia any more than you do, so there's not really any other option. [Boy, he's grumpy. But a compromised shelter is worse news than usual, in this weather.

While Kei looks at the hinges, England runs a hand along the opposite edge of the door, clenching his teeth when he feels the chill of the wind even through the layers he's wearing.] This entire house is still standing and the sodding door goes out, of all things.

[What terrible luck.]

two

[anygoodstories]

Far as I can see it, there are two possibilities:

One, you've recently become the subject of a 3D cave painting.

Or two, you've gone completely mental.

[no but actually this is super unfortunate]

[keepscalm]

I'm disinclined to believe that either of those things would be the case. It takes more than a little snow to drive me mad, and this house is a bit lacking in oddly-shaped animals to be a cave painting.

I take it nothing of the sort has happened to you, then?

[anygoodstories]

Nope. Spectacles are a tad smudged, but not enough to look like the shape of a hand. Perhaps if I squint a little.

Fact of the matter is humans often have extreme and adverse reactions to prolonged isolation or dark weather. Have you been stuck there for long?

two

[handgun]

They're decorations. There's nothing like that over here... Maybe I should try to get some... (シ_ _)シ

[That's the obvious answer, right? She's seen stranger choices in home decor... Besides, hanging doll arms from the ceiling might be kind of cute. Like a puppeteer's shop.]

[keepscalm]

Then someone must have decorated while I was asleep, because these weren't here when I first entered the house.

[It's a shame sarcasm doesn't carry well over text.]

If you really want some, I suppose you could try sitting about for a while to see if anything happens.

[handgun]

[It seems that Illness took his advice to heart. It takes several minutes for England to receive another response.]

Nothing happened. They must have done it for you.

Do you have to be asleep for it to work?