Test Drive

[snowblindmods]

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: TURN AROUND It's after lockdown, but not early enough to go to sleep. You've got everything sorted out, and now you're bored. Time to video chat on the network! Everything's fine from where you are... But unfortunately, there's something behind you. Something humanoid and creeping closer inch by inch, trying to sneak up on you without you noticing. Maybe the person you're talking to will let you know about that. The only problem? If you do turn around to look, you won't be able to see it. If your tablet friend can convince you to move to a different room and close the door, everything will be fine. If they can't, well, they'll be watching you get dragged off into the darkness before too long. TWO: CAUGHT ON FILM Normally, this doesn't happen. In fact, normally it never happens. However, something has gone a bit wrong today, and the tablets are turning on and off by themselves. This makes for some pretty disjointed conversations, with people popping in and out at the worst times. And, of course, someone might see you doing something you'd prefer they didn't see. NOTE: Please don't post anything sexual in regards to this prompt. While in-game the network doesn't allow for accidental posts, we thought you guys could have fun with it here! Action Prompts THREE: HORROR HOSPITAL After a long trek through the ice tunnels, you've finally reached the hospital! You've just stepped inside to see what there is to see... And the door locks behind you. Looks like it's curfew, and guess where you're spending the night? The atmosphere is oppressive and the tablets don't work quite right, but this is probably better than being outside. Maybe you'll have some company with you? And there are probably beds somewhere. FOUR: OKAY GUYS QUICK POLL You've run into some good luck--you've just found a blanket! It's soft and warm and if you fold it right, you're sure it will fit into your backpack. You're sure, but you can't tell, because it's already stuffed full of things. You're going to have to pick and choose what should stay and what should go... But hey, there are other people around! Maybe they can help you sort out your supplies! Maybe you can give them some of the stuff you can't carry! Maybe you can steal their backpack so you can carry more! The options are endless!

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ALISTER AZIMUTH | Ratchet & Clank

[clockblock]

TWO

[Alister's tablet catches him doing something completely innocuous: shucking off his hoverboots to inspect their propulsion systems for the third time in so many days since his arrival. He hasn't given up on trying to divine the cause of their inexplicable malfunction, despite the lack of available parts or tools with which to actually tackle the problem.

The thing is, Alister's a Lombax. A bipedal, fluffy, 6' three-toed felid with muscle to spare. (And a stupid soul patch marking.) Which is something he's managed to keep hidden from Norfinbury's community.....up to now. Unaware that he's being filmed, Alister grumbles audibly as he turns a boot over in his gloved hands.]

....still think it could be the ion coils. Wouldn't be the first time that extreme temperatures shorted out a circuit. But......bah, that's still not right! Can't be!

THREE

[The first thing Alister does when the door clicks behind him is pound on said door with a fist to test how sturdy it is. Then, scowling, he stalks away to claim a place to sleep before everyone else that's gotten stuck in here can beat him to the punch. No fear, no anxiety, just impatience and irritation.]

This spot's mine for tonight.

[His tone is one that won't brook any argument.

Except.....it's a pair of bookshelves jammed haphazardly against a far wall.

Maybe the creepiness is already messing with his head???]

(ooc: apologies for the lack of icons! i'm waiting on a commission order; please bear with me ;u;/)

Three

[silverfuller]

[Haurchefant turns and eyes Alister, then the area he's staked a claim to. No, no... Sleeping at the bottom of those, or on top of them, would be dangerous. Not to mention terribly uncomfortable.

He steps up to Alister and looms over him slightly, leaning a bit into his personal space. Hello, fuzzy friend! Hello!]

No, no, that won't do.

We can find you a better spot, surely!

2 - hdu not have icons, you scrub

[lancingintherain]

[Freya can hardly believe her eyes. Long, fluffy ears, a tail, that nose, fur all over—he's not just not human, he's not human like her. He's obviously not one of her people, but he's still closer than anyone else has been. Immediately, she feels a sense of kinship, and less alone—and quickly reminds herself that this guy is still a total stranger, and she still needs to be careful.]

[and so, like anybody else would, he gets an audio message from @crescent on his tablet.]

...Um. Hello? Am I interrupting?

[someone deliberately filming himself talking to thin air isn't the weirdest thing that's happened.]

Two, text @totheark

[0thingsonmymind]

*He's never seen anything like Alister before. It walks and talks like a human but it looks more like some sort of animal. He's not sure what to make of that, so he's just gonna ask. Because what are tact.*

what are you

TWO [video]

[skelepuns]

[Sans is laughing on the other end, a low chuckle coming from the ever-smiling little skeleton.]

hey man, I had no idea you were a monster. you should've said something sooner. being the only monster around has been a pretty BONELY experience, if you know what I mean.

[He's grinning like an idiot at his pun.]

Axton | Borderlands 2

[dahlefficiency]

one

[Axton doesn't like Norfinbury. At all. Whatever asshole bad guys brought him here didn't just take his guns, they took his turret. And after a few days here, he still doesn't have her back. He does not take kindly to people that keep his girlfriend away from him.

On top of that, he's bored. There are weird shadow things and spiders, but he hasn't had a chance to kill a single one. Which is related to the complete and utter lack of guns. What kind of town doesn't have guns and ammo bursting from every container? It's like he's not on Pandora at all!

All of this is why he is looking distinctly grumpy as the video turns on.]

Hey. Any of you guys got alcohol you'd be willing to trade? There's no way I can put up with this place for much longer without something to drink.

In exchange, I can offer, uh... [He leans down to dig in his bag, giving an excellent view of the shadowy thing lurking behind him.] I've got a t-shirt, two coffee mugs, and some hair gel. That's gotta be worth something, right?

@butt; video

[instabilitea]

Uh, hey, guuuurl...?

[ Axton might notice that Tina seems different somehow, despite no changes to her appearance whatsoever. You know - something just seems off? Like a photograph that catches someone at a weird angle so they no longer look like themselves.

Spoilers: it's because she's not swaying around like a drunken metronome child for once. Too busy being fixated on whatever the hizzle that thing behind Axton was god DAYUMN. ]

You might wanna, you knooow. Turn your big ol' buttsicle round and ASK THAT THING WHAT THRESHER-HOLE IT CRAWLED OUT OF. Oohhhhrghgh that is so WRONG.

@TW; video

[maskintape]

I dunno, something tells me t-shirts aren't in much demand. Not unl--

[ Tim halts mid-sentence as the creature looms into view. In other circumstances, it might be funny to witness - he just stops, his mouth frozen mid-syllable.

Shit. Shit shit shit the guy's going to die on camera shit shit shit. ]

Is - I - behind you.

@fastoon; voice

[clockblock]

[Let everyone else jump at shadows. Alister will wait for those reactions to play out, assessing the situation from afar, before saying his piece in a level and business-like tone.]

I've got a bottle of whiskey scavenged from one of the houses....a small one, mind you. [Still, talk about lucky.] Half of it is yours for the shirt and one of the mugs.

[Hair gel would best go to someone with hair instead of fur.]

@sans; video

[skelepuns]

hey, some hair gel, that sounds nice.

[Says the completely bald talking skeleton. He pulls out a blue comb and starts running it over his skull as if he has hair... which he does not.]

throw in a can of hairspray and it's a deal.

Lord Haurchefant de Fortemps | Final Fantasy XIV

[silverfuller]

ONE

@haurchefant fortemps; video
[The video clicks on, apparently from a user who was too mindless with confusion to pick a name for the network when they arrived.

It shows a man with hawkish features and long, upswept ears. He his chin is resting one palm and his eyes flick back and forth across the tablet.

Finally, he decides it's recording and he waves with a small smile.]

Salutations, Norfinbury! I have been thinking that before the days grow even colder we should come together to celebrate all that we have accomplished.

Oh, I know our circumstances are dire indeed but if we take no time to honor our own progress all we shall ever see is the peak of the mountain looming, ever unattainable, in the distance.

[Something shifts in the gloom behind him, but he doesn't seem to notice.]

Only together can we succeed in solving the mysteries of this accursed prison and to do that we must needs keep our chins high.

Of course any party we throw will be lacking in cakes or feasts but do not underestimate the warmth your presence could bring to such an occasion. We'd all do well to enjoy each other's company for a time.

THREE

[Haurchefant whirls on the door when it clicks shut and throws his bulk against it. After a few moments of punching, kicking and failed attempts to brute force the lock he draws away with a huff and runs his fingers through his hair. He needs a moment to recollect his dignity.]

Well, this is no good, is it?

[He walks into the middle of the room, wishing very much that he had his sword with him.]

Though I suppose where there is a hospital there could well be medicines and sundry supplies. Of all the places to be trapped for a night, there could be worse.

[He clutches the edges of his cloak and smiles, trying instill some hope in people. Secretly, he is trying to keep those hands of his occupied...they're trembling. This building isn't like anything he'd known back home and he's worried there could be unexpected threats around any corner, threats he can't protect people from.]

Come, let us find some beds and rest for the nonce.

[bookofnope]

@Mnemosyne ; audio

[Have a Sigh as Deep as the Abyss in response. Ah, the obligatory spiel about fighting together and never giving up hope. Beckett knows it of old. He also knows how it tends to end. He is really not in the business of hope in this place, Haurchefant, you understand.]

And here I was just thinking that the one perk of this godforsaken place is that one doesn't have to put up with socializing.

three

[0thingsonmymind]

*Someone really wants out of here. Its almost mystifying, because outside really doesn't seem much better. At least inside might be warmer? Or maybe it was just one of those weird things other people did. So he just stands silently and waits until Haurchefant is done with his attempt at escape and subsequent little speak.

Then he cants his head. Was that it?*

THREE - autocorrect keeps changing his name to "Haurche can't", which is very rude

[lancingintherain]

[she hovered just around a corner with her iron fire poker raised when she heard someone slam against the door, but she relaxes when she hears his voice. He sounds okay and not violent, even... nice, and just frustrated. She can't blame him.]

[she steps around the corner with a small smile, trying to look friendly despite the weapon still in her hand. She notices his long ears—another nonhuman, then. And Gods, is he tall. She touches the brim of her hat politely with her off hand as she looks up at him.]

Hello, there! Good news is there are plenty of beds—bad news is, none of them are made up. This hospital isn't very hospitable.

[she didn't mean to almost make a pun, but she powers through it with a straight face.]

[swatsflies]

One
@ZD; video
[The feed would show some loser with a bright red jacket grinning as he managed to get the camera on.]

Booyah! Got it to work in one try! [He seemed very proud that he was getting the hang of this smaller computer. Propping It against a wall before he stood back.]

Man, I can’t sleep. Feels like something bad is going to happen, you know? [Zell is shifting from foot to foot as he spoke.] Going to not think about it. I could jinx myself.[He lowered his head a moment, before punching the air. He has to keep himself in good spirits!]

I saw someone doing squats on the network for exercise and thought to show what I do. [Turning sideways to give everyone the view of his profile. Bouncing on his feet as he raised his fists into a guard position.] It’s better when you have a bag or something to punch, but here I go! [Zell punches an invisible opponent in quick session, moving out of the video frame as he moves. There seems to be a shadow or something moving beyond the open door, but Zell moves back in the frame, and subsequently blocking the view to the door. It’s probably nothing, honestly!]

Whoops, went a little far. [Scratching the back of his head.] I can do it again if anyone wants!

[With his abundance of energy, he can do it almost all night. Dropping down to a crouch before his tablet as he picked it up.] Let me know. [There was movement again from behind him as Zell ends the feed.]


Four

[One energetic blond was sitting at the front of the convenience store with all of his things out of his back. Rolled up beside him was the best-looking blanket ever! Other things include a bottle of whiskey, rags, a pot, matches, and toilet paper. Scratching the back of his head as he looked between the stuff and his bag, which still held rations. Does someone want to help him play Tetris with his bag or help lighten his load?]

one, some appropriate network handle, video;

[saveachocobo]

[There's a gloved hand which flails awkwardly flails at the camera as if to pick up the device before the device topples to the ground, revealing a view of the house in general. There's no effort made to pick it back up. Enjoy that wall, Zell.]

What are you doing, Zell?

[Someone sounds like he's either got a cold...or couldn't resist, chugged down a bottle of whiskey that he somehow had managed to scrounge up, and now has a hangover and his mouth tastes like hope died inside of it. Or both?]

one; @newangle; voice

[baymaxing]

[Hiro is about to reply. Really. But what really gets his attention when he's about to is the shadows. It instantly has him on alert, eyes wide, recalling the creature his group encountered and how Jim tried to barbeque it with the flamethrower. Which only made it madder. You can't fight them. Only run.]

Do it as many times as you want. Just....in another room?

[Trying not to scare the newbie, right? Or have him just laugh and scoff at the scared kid that is obviously pulling his leg at there being something behind him.]

Brian/Hoody | Marble Hornets

[0thingsonmymind]

Two
@totheark; video

When the video flicks on its obvious it wasn't intended. The tablet appears to be propped up against a wall and shows an awkwardly framed shot of one of the shelves at the convenience store and the area around it. There's audio of someone going through the packages of food but they remain off camera for the first few seconds.

There's a quick burst of static as the tablet's user wanders into frame. The audio returns to normal within about a second, but the video exhibits tearing on and off for the rest of the transmission.

The tablet's owner, someone dressed in jeans, a tan hoodie and a black mask with a red frowny face on it, continues going through the product on the shelf. It doesn't look like he's noticed the tablet is transmitting; either that or he just doesn't care.

Three

*He notes the door clicking shut behind him but, other than a short glance in its direction, doesn't bother with it. He was stuck in here overnight? That was fine. He wasn't planning on leaving until he'd found what he needed here anyway. And since he had no idea where actual, working hospitals kept their drug supplies it would likely take more than just a few hours.
But...the trip here hadn't been a short one, and the hospital seemed like it'd be a big place. Maybe finding a place to rest before exploring was wise. Just a little nap couldn't hurt.*

BREATHES ON. I mean #3. I MEAN BOTH

[maskintape]

[ Tim is no stranger to Norfinbury's hospital. Or hospitals in general. Exploring spooky abandoned medical facilities and potentially coming across Creepy Hooded Douchebags is as much a part of his life as eating, or breathing, or having kicking rad sideburns envied by everyone he comes across. It's a fundamental part of being Tim.

That doesn't stop it from being a hell of a shock when he heads around the corner of one of the corridors and spots the gut-wrenchingly familiar hooded figure making his way inside.

He has no idea how he's supposed to react. Before, his immediate reaction would be to hide - find a room with a door he can barricade shut, just in case, and wait things out until morning. There's no point in a confrontation or a chase. Nothing to gain.

But now he knows that Brian is under that hood (or whatever remains of him, at least), it makes things a lot more complicated. There has to be something of his oldest friend in there, right? Anything? ]

Brian.

[ He steps out into the open at the end of the corridor. There's enough space between them that he can run if necessary, and he has the nail-studded chair leg he keeps for a weapon in his hand, but Tim's voice still sounds way more nervous than he'd like. ]

Rhys | Tales from the Borderlands

[headjacked]

one;

[ So, for once in what seems like an eternity, nothing is trying to kill him. This is excellent. It -- it's still freezing, but that's something he's... not getting used to, no, but able to handle without complaining.

Well. Without complaining nonstop. ]

So. Tired.

But. Can't sleep.

[ He rubs his face with his flesh hand, having learned long ago that touching skin with the metallic one in these temperatures is an awful idea. ]

Does anyone have -- I dunno, some kind of advice?

[ Another rub. At the same time, something seems to stir behind him. Hardly noticeable, but there. ]

Don't tell me to count sheep, that's -- that's just cliche. And not helpful.

three;

[ When the doors lock, Rhys' first instict is to throw himself against them. They barely budge.

This is, of course, Jack's cue to 1) appear and 2) throw his head back and laugh. "Did -- did you really think that was gonna do it? And what were you gonna do when you got back out -- build yourself an igloo? I mean, don't get me wrong, that would be quality entertainment, but Rhysie. Rhys. C'mon, enlighten me."

During the taunt, Rhys has picked himself up and is leaning back against the doors, eyes trained on the ceiling. A headache is building in one temple. ]

Not helping.

[ Rhys shrugs his backpack up and stalks off, shoulders hunched. He's off to find somewhere to camp out and, by the looks of it, he has a lot of rooms to choose from. He just wishes it wasn't a creepy hospital. That is just begging for trouble. ]

one | @goincommando; video

[dahlefficiency]

You could try not whining about it. Just sayin'.

[Yes, he's being an asshole, but this place makes Axton incredibly grumpy. Hyperion dweebs complaining on the network don't improve his mood one tiny little bit.]

You shouldn't be sleeping anyway. There's something behind you.

Joshua Washington | Until Dawn

[goregies]

Network. Prompt 1.

[It took a while to calm the fuck down after arriving here enough to think about using the network to talk. Even if it's not that late, Josh is pretty... exhausted, thoroughly taxed, and both looks and sounds it, on the tablet.

'Least he can focus at all at this point.

He... chuckles. Kinda forced. Rubs his eyes, and then his temples, and theeen...

Let's see what we can do.]

'S a -- a shit way to pass a frosty night away from home, all -- shacked up, in... fifty different fallout shelters over the whole ghost-town map.

Anyone -- anyone out there uh, have... anything? [He lifts a finger and absently shakes his head. He's not sure what word he actually means by "anything" and isn't focused enough to care.] I mean -- all it'd take is a D.I.Y. C.A.H. deck and a good five-plus of us logged in to make the night into more than waiting for boredom and the onset of cabin fever to take us all away. Right?

[The "right" said with a slightly "gone" laugh - and one of the shadows in the room behind him pulling back like a man hiding behind a curtain.]

Action. Prompt 3.

[Well. Guess who really doesn't like hospitals.

Josh heads through the door with a lowered stance, brow skewed and eyes sharp, trying to keep the unease at doing anything here at bay with

When the door locks, he freezes, hustles up to it, pulls it a few times. Mouth twists. Pulls it a couple more, harder.]

I --

[Looks at it. Considers pulling it a couple times, and then... right. Curfews. Sighs out through his nose and turns around, hand scrubbing at the back of his neck.]

Guess we're -- we're... not going anywhere else, tonight...

[That bit was just... said. Kind of. To keep his head on straight, as it were. This next bit's directed at you, yes, you, whoever's accompanied him on wandering in, with a quick sideways glance and a shake of his head, trailing, steadily pacing in and looking over the lobby.]

The weak... aaaaand the wicked.

[Huzzah for trying to distance yourself from a horror scene waiting to happen by invoking references. He'll play your game, place, whatever it is, if there's one.]

@TW; video; #1!

[maskintape]

[ Maybe it's the hopeless monotony getting to him after being here over a month. Maybe he can see something of himself in the whole weird, haunted thing the other guy has going on. Maybe it's Maybelline. Whatever. All Tim knows for sure is that it's cold (like always) and dark (like always) and suddenly a round of Cards against Snowmanity seems like the greatest goddamn idea he's heard in his life.

He's so distracted by the notion that he doesn't really pay the shadow much heed. He's hallucinating again. Big whoop. Must be a day ending in y. ]

I - if we can make it work, count me in. If I can make room in my schedule, I mean. Pretty sure I can set back my 'shivering my ass off' appointment for an hour or two, so...

Nathan Young | Misfits

[notaquaman]

SCENARIO TWO | NETWORK/VIDEO | @CAPTAININVINCIBLE

[From the way that the tablet is set up when the feed comes on, anyone watching gets an incredible view of Nathan's backside. For once, he's fully clothed--the cold can be blamed for that. And, for once, he's not doing anything particularly inappropriate. But he is dancing. Dancing poorly, and in an embarrassing manner of flailing his gangly limbs. Clearly, he thinks that he's being incredibly attractive, as he begins to talk to himself in a mirror.]

I know you want it, but you can't have it, you minx.

[He sticks a finger out, brushing it down the lips of his reflection.]

You can look, but you can't touch.

SCENARIO FOUR | ACTION

[Shit. Shit! This is the best find that Nathan's come across for ages. Of course he doesn't have room for it. Of course. He contemplates wearing the blanket around his head like a turban or around his shoulders like a cape, but the last thing he wants is to be accused of being some kind of mental case. And who would he be to appropriate someone's culture? So, he'll have to get rid of some of this other garbage he's had sitting around in his rucksack.

He could just leave them where they are...it would be no skin off his back. But he's gotten attached to some of it. It took him effort to find all of this! It would be a total waste! Nathan shudders. He's been homeless, scrounging for food in any place he can conceivably find it, but it's still a trip to imagine himself actually caring about "wasting" anything. He never took himself for the thrifty type.

Remembering that he'd run into another survivor who's currenly occupying the other room, Nathan decides on being charitable. He all but slams out into the house's living room and throws his bag carelessly onto the table. ]

Alright. Here's the deal. I've got a sweet dildo in this bag, a giant pair of women's panties, and some asshole cream. Hold your applause until the end, because that's not even the best part. Despite these being enviable finds, they could be yours. What's that? Nathan, sexy and benevolent!

[He holds out his hands in front of him as if to say yes, now you can be impressed and excited.]

4 because JESUS CHRIST, NATHAN

[clockblock]

[Alister is sitting at the very same table, going through the network feed on his tablet. Being one of the few non-humans in Norfinbury means there's a lot of gaps in general knowledge, ones he ought to lessen as much as possible with all due speed. Plus, it passes the time between travel excursions.

He looks up when the bag slams down, expression going from startled to.....unsure. The cream must be some kind of medicine, and he guesses that "panties" are some type of clothing, but....]

A....sweet dildo?

Sans the Skeleton | Undertale

[skelepuns]

[OOC: A few notes before we get started here. This game is a relatively new release, but I will be as spoiler free as possible! Sans never talks about his backstory to anyone anyway so there shouldn't be too much danger of spoilers - what's been seen in trailers is basically what you're going to get. Also, I'm still playing around with formatting his speech; for the time being, all of his dialogue will be in comic sans font and typed the way he speaks in-game. If you want me to drop the speech quirk, just ask~.]

[PROMPT ONE]

[Sans was usually asleep by now (and most times of the day, for that matter) but a friend on the other line had gotten bored and decided to give him a call late that night. Not one to say no to a friend in need, Sans obliged. Everything was going fine until his friend had pointed out, however, the looming figure that was apparently creeping up behind him.

Which, of course, was gone when Sans turned to look. He could only smile back at the camera, checking the corner of his eyesockets.]

y'know, it's kind of funny. usually I'm the one sneaking up behind people. this guy's stolen my schtick.

[PROMPT THREE]

[Creepy hospitals, eh? Well, Sans has slept in weirder places, he supposed, though this wasn't exactly comfortable. Searching through the rooms to find a better place to sleep than an old waiting room couch, Sans stumbled across someone he thought he recognized-]

oh, hey, papyrus, what are you doing h-

[Tugging on the arm of hanging skeleton, Sans suddenly discovered it was plastic....

What???

He was smiling, though he looked rather confused... and a little bit embarrassed...]

... is this some kind of joke?

[Well hopefully nobody saw him fall for that.]

prompt three

[quartzmelody]

I dunno, but it was pretty humerus to me!

[You can almost feel the "badumptsch" in the air as Aradia approached Sans from behind, shooting him two finger guns and a playful wink when he turns around to look at her.]

Dr. Franken Stein | Soul Eater

[circumsutus]

One | @dissect
[Here's everyone's favorite glasses-wearing doctor! (Dr. Stein, for those of you who thought you had other glasses-wearing doctor options). He's looking chipper, despite looking significantly less clean (and clean-shaven) than he did on earlier videos. Admittedly, the cheer seems a tiny bit forced. ]

Good morning, Norfinbury! [And that's a peace sign, two fingers raised next to his smiling face.

A shadow moves behind him, a shift in the darkened room that's so subtle it might not have even happened. ]

It's come to my attention that there are quite a few of you who aren't human! As your resident medical expert on non-humans, I want to remind you how vitally important [and his tone is less "unnecessarily cheerful" than "smiling threat" there, then back to chipper] it is to come visit me while you're still relatively healthy so we doctors have a baseline for your unique biology.

[That weird shadow-thing moves again, sneaking closer to the doctor.]

I'm also looking for some medical supplies! If you bring me sutures or scalpels, I've got a prize for you! [He tilts the tablet down to get a view of assorted supplies, including cans of soup, a blanket, and cigarettes.]

@totheark; text

[0thingsonmymind]

doyou already have supplies?

*Cause he needs some, you see.*

Beckett | Vampire the Masquerade

[bookofnope]

TWO >> VIDEO >> @MNEMOSYNE

[Well, isn't this interesting. There's a man on the network who seems to have very intense thoughts about a chocolate bar.

For himself, Beckett supposes that he is entitled to such thoughts. When you have been Embraced in the early 18th Century, and your last meal as a mortal preceded modern food processing by some two hundred years, and you have watched chocolate be invented and become an international obsession without ever once being able to try it yourself - well, if you are all that and an anthropologist, you can probably be forgiven your eccentricities.

All this is, of course, not a lot of help when all you can see is this guy sitting at a table, arms crossed and resting on it, chin leaning on his arms, staring at the half-unwrapped bar. There's a small selection of other supplies on the table, but he is ignoring them in favour of his object of fascination. He extends one gloved hand, brings the chocolate up to his nose and takes a deep sniff. Apparently the chocolate passes muster, since he slowly opens his mouth - showing a nice view of long, pointed canines - and proceeds to test it with the tip of the tongue.]

... oh.

[Someone is... pleasantly surprised.]



FOUR; ACTION

[The one thing that Beckett knows for sure is that he is keeping that blanket.

Of all the myriad new physical challenges that he has had to content with since Norfinbury has, well, forced him to content with physical challenges again, the cold is the worst. Thirst, hunger, he understands, in an imperfect analogy way; the need to sleep as well. But the cold is foreign, and it slows his mind as well as his body, and he resets that very much. He shakes out the blanket without ceremony, it's already a good find by itself.

Out of the blanket tumble a tin of spam, two bottles of well-expired beer, a fuzzy hat, and - oh lord, it's an eyeless teddy bear. Beckett is about to kick that particular bit of treasure into a corner when the door opens. Another unfortunate, come to scavenge; they are not getting the blanket. They may have more luck with the beer, or the hat.]

Help yourself. [His tone is almost friendly. A bit of warmth will do wonders to even the coldest of undead hearts. There seem to be a few more things in the blanket, but they tumble out wrapped in newspaper. He gestures at them in passing.] I do hope you have some use for the bear.

[blessedmaiden]

[One]

@Mistgirl; video

"Sweet, sweet warmth... it looks like I've been really lucky for once..."
[The camera zoomed over a small fireplace where some chairs and what was left of a door were burning: after three days spent in cold shelters relynig on a small blanket and cardboard to survive Rydia had been blessed by an almost functional house with a fireplace, enough wood to start a fire and some water. Of course, perhaps drinking from the toilet was a bit unorthodox but she was dehydrated and knew better than eating snow. Now a rusty kettle had been placed over the fire, a makeshift bed had been prepared and everything seemed perfect... for Norfinbury standards, at least.]
"May you all have a good night, I wish I had a chance to share this little paradise with you all."
[The summoned yawned and when she approached her blankets and pointed the camera on her face: her nose was still red and her lips cracked but she definitely seemed in a great mood. Too bad there was something in the darkness behind her. Something she still had to notice]
"Goodnight, everyone, and be safe."

[Four]

[For Leviathan's holy nostrils, YEAH! Rydia had never been really lucky with warm blankets or clothes in general (arriving with her usual clothes had already been kind of troublesome) but now...]
Eh... eheheh...
[The summoner threw it over her shoulders, enjoying the wonderful feelings for a long moment before realizing that it didn't matter how much she wanted it: her bag was almost full and considering she couldn't certainly carry everything on her shoulders. Darn, she had either to get rid of her food supplies or say goodbye to the blanket. Or maybe not...]
Listen, I can't carry everything I have and I just found this wonderful thing... and even if I know we're all by ourselves wouldn't you consider to team up? You may carry part of my food and we may share it and eventually use this blanket together. I just... hate the idea of leaving things behind.
[ And the blanket had priority over anything else...]