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Test Drive


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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[ He offers an uncomfortable shrug, shaking his head. ]

Dunno. I mean, I - I figure keeping everybody safe is. It's for the best. So. And when I first got here I was - I had to lower my dose and it mostly worked out, so I'll just. Do that again. We can share.

[ "And also I feel really fucking guilty for straight up murdering you and it's been eating me up inside ever since Alex spilled the beans on that detail" goes unsaid, but is absolutely a huge part of it. ]

*He still doesn't trust this, Tim, but he's going to snatch those pills before you have a chance to change your mind. Lacking a pill bottle, they go straight in his pocket. He'll find something to put them in later, but right now its important to keep them safe. In case Tim decides he wants them back.*

iowe you no thing.

[ His heart sinks at that. In contrast to the message before, it's pretty much as un-Brian-ish as you can get.

Still. Baby steps. And since taking the pills himself keeps Masky at bay, maybe more of Friend!Brian will start to show through if the hooded guy gets a reliable source of pills?

It's basically the slimmest of slim hopes, but it's all Tim has. He'll take it. ]

Right. Nothing. A thanks wouldn't hurt, but whatever.

*Sorry Tim, 'thanks' is not really a thing he understands anymore.

He shrugs and waits for Tim to make the next move. Even with the civil exchange he's not about to turn his back on Tim, at least not when they're this close.*

I... I'm gonna go.

[ He feels a little shitty about it, but. He's also pretty sure that they're not at the "I can snooze in your general vicinity without worrying about getting robbed/you watching me sleep/ending up in a creepy video on Snow Youtube" stage yet. ONE DAY, MAYBE.

He takes a couple of hesitant sideways steps away. He doesn't much want to turn his back yet, either. ]

I'm, uh - if. If you need more pills? Or anything. I'm TW on the network, so. So yeah.

*He nods and puts his tablet away. There didn't seem to be a point to this conversation anymore, so leaving was fine. He takes a few steps backwards before pausing for a few moments. When Tim doesn't move closer he turns and runs, at least until he's out of sight and can hide if needed.

He's got a lot to figure out, though. Why you make things so complicated and confusing, Tim.*

[she blinks, unable to hide her surprise at his intuition, then smiles broadly. She salutes him with her poker, and bows slightly—obviously a practiced gesture, even if her backpack makes it lopsided. When she straightens up, she props her poker against one shoulder, like she'd carry her spear at rest.]

You're right, but our worlds can't be so different—one look, and you knew I prefer a spear. ...There's something of a warrior in you, too, to spot that so easily. Am I wrong?

[she's still friendly, but also subtly taking in his posture, his outfit, and everything else, to figure out what she's dealing with. This dude knows his stuff.]

Edited 2015-09-18 18:41 (UTC)

[potential UD spoilers up in here]

[Chris had been reluctant to head out with Josh.

Working through the stuff they'd been through? It wasn't going to be easy, and this place didn't help. Like, at all.

So, when they realize they're trapped for the night, he panics a little. Not noticeably, not really, but he pushes past Josh to tug on the door himself -- he wouldn't put it past him to pretend they're stuck, honestly -- but when the door doesn't budge, he exhales sharply and steps back.]

Yeah.

Yeah, it'll be fine. What's safer than a hospital, right? We'll just-- just, like, find somewhere to bunk down for the night. We'll be okay.

[Freya pauses behind a nearby shelf and watches this new guy look over his stuff. She does the same; its a little hard to see around him, but... oh, wow. Matches, a full blanket, a cooking pot, and alcohol? This kid is loaded. Maybe he'll share...]

[Zell might feel her watching him before she decides on her own to stop creepin, though.]

Edited (The phone tag life is cruel and unforgiving ) 2015-09-18 18:50 (UTC)

[Now that's better. Beckett nods slightly in acknowledgement at Josh's pulling himself together, and passes the other man the only-somewhat-rusted bonesaw. He's not terribly thrilled himself at having a roommate for the night - he already has a hard enough time getting to sleep in these hours without someone else puttering around him, someone he doesn't trust on first sight anymore than he does, well, anyone. But there have been infinitely worse situations, and anyway, why complain when you can spend your time productively sniffing around?

He picks a couple of small scalpels for himself, the closest thing in the drawer of surgical tools to the daggers he favours when forced to resort to melee weapons. They go up his sleeves, and he glances back to see how Josh is holding the bonesaw, namely, whether he has any idea how to hold it to turn the tool into a weapon.]

You'll have to explain that one, I'm afraid. I do hope it isn't some horror film reference; that would be embarrassing. [Should he let Josh know that he is, in fact, stuck overnight in an abandoned hospital with an old vampire who hasn't fed in days? Probably not.]

[He gestures at the operating theatre's beds instead.] We could move these to block the door, but I would prefer to have an exit open. And a bed is a terrible thing to waste in these circumstances.

[In the video, Beckett's eyes narrow. He is clearly not joking. Does he even look the joking type?]

Interesting. I'm not normally... [he trails off, thinking of man-hunting critters of the night and their all and sundry techniques. Let's see if he can play this game as well as he could when he was such a critter.]

Maybe a trick of the light. You were saying - something about how your country is no doubt a magically prosperous land of friendship.

[ He only acknowledges the Vault Hunter's sass with a look. One that morphs into incredulity. ]

Yeah, nice try. I'm not falling for that.

Not at all, you've the right of it.

[He spreads his arms, showing his steel haubergeon, then puts a long leg forward and stoops into a deep, elegant bow.]

Lord Haurchefant of House Fortemps, milady.

Edited 2015-09-18 22:21 (UTC)

[Haurchefant rubs his chin.]

I believe I was going to point out that resources are scarce in my land as well, and we've learned cooperation is the best way to survive... Though I would hardly call us a land of friendship. High Houses are ever at each other's backs.

We simply recognize that the storms of our everlasting winter and the fangs and claws of the dragons are a greater threat to us than our own neighbors.

[Only partially true. Within the city proper there is plenty of political backstabbing, but Haurchefant prefers to see the beauty of his country, not its ugliness.

The thing behind him takes advantage of his stillness to seemingly creep forward.]

Edited 2015-09-18 22:46 (UTC)

[Haurchefant is embarrassed over his reaction, but the feeling passes as quickly as it comes. He's never been the sort of person to dwell on embarrassment.

After giving the mop a warning scowl he follows after his companion.]

Are you heading back to the doors? They'll not be open for some time.

*He nods, then motions towards the floor with the bundle. There's no reason to carry this around everywhere and they'll have to go back to the exit at some point.*

[ Rhys jumps and makes an undignified noise, somewhere between a scream and a shriek. He slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle it.

The noise doesn't seem to startle Jack at all. He just jerks his head in the direction of the sound and raises a holographic eyebrow. It's a wordless dare.

After collecting himself, Rhys rummages around for something to defend himself with. He comes up with -- a pen. ]

...don't look at me like that. [ WHISPER!! ] It - it's better than nothing.

[ "That's not what I was judging, pal. I could do some seriously gnarly stuff with a pen. You, on the other hand..."

Rhys shakes his head and goes to investigate the source of the noise. He creeps down the hallway, hugging the wall, pen clutched in his one hand while the other provides a soft light. ]

[ From the other end of the hallway, Tim is boggling just a little. The stranger - the cyborg flashlight hand stranger - seems a lot less like a potential threat already. What with the overreaction to the noise. And the choice of weapon. And the fact that he's talking to himself.

Okay, he's crazy. Tim can deal with crazy. Tim is pretty crazy. He almost calls out to the figure, decides that would probably only startle him, and instead decides to just jog over and tap the guy on the shoulder.

Which he does.

I mean it isn't like Robo McStartlebutt might be too busy listening to something else to hear Tim's footsteps, right ]

[ Mr. Roboto isn't exactly listening to Jack. Not actively. But the guy is hard to tune out. He's going on and on about the best place to stab someone with a pen at close quarters. A crash course for the wimpy meatbag he's stuck with.

Rhys is in the middle of shushing him, because he's trying to concentrate, dammit, when he feels the fingers on his shoulder. To his credit, he doesn't yelp again, but that's only because the sound gets stuck in his throat.

Instead, he whirls around, raises the pen, and

whips it at Tim's face.

Jack's disappointment knows no bounds. ]

[ The deadly missile hits Tim square in the nose. THERE ARE NO SURVIVORS.

Or okay no Tim just kind of wrinkles his face up a little and blinks and offers fucking C3PO over there the most judging look in the entire goddamn world. ]

You... you dropped your pen.

[ He crouches down to retrieve it, straightens back up and offers it bacoh my god this guy has a tie tucked into his pants. It is a tie. It is tucked into his pants. Actual Hobo Jumberjack Tim Wright feels like he is genuinely in a position to judge someone else's fashion choices right now, because that is a tie and it is tucked into the waistband of the guy's fucking pants. ]

I was - I was just going to say, uh, you don't wanna go that way. It leads to the morgue, so.

[ Also I don't know if you've noticed, my good man, but you're wearing a tie that is tucked into your pants.

Jesus christ. ]

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.]

whats cah is it a game? im guessing its a game since you said it was a deck!
im not sure how we could get our hands on a game and all play together from other sides of the town but
maybe we could play something like truth or dare or twenty questions!
or maybe turn on video and do I spy or something that might be fun

by the way
is there someone in the room with you?

Dr- ...oh.

[ It's just a guy. An incredibly hairy guy. Rhys looks between Tim and the pen. Back to Tim. Back to the pen. Again and again and again. The pattern is briefly interrupted by a quick glance at Jack, but his face is in his hands. He's reached the secondhand embarrassment breaking pint.

Rhys reaches out and tentatively plucks the pen from Tim's grip. ]

...okay, thanks for the tip, but uh. Was sneaking up on me really necessary??

[ No apology, no admitting any failure. THIS IS ALL TIM'S FAULT. ]

Wasn't sneaking. Just being quiet. It - it'd be pretty dumb of anybody to make a lot of noise in a place like this.

[ You know, like. Talking to yourself. Or throwing yourself at doors. That kind of thing. ]

I'm, uh, guessing you're new? We kinda try not to attract the monsters to our location here. Crazy, I know.

[ Hello Rhys this is SarcasTim, it's his pleasure to meet you ]

[His ears prick up and his head snaps around, tracking the sound of her voice to the tablet beside him. Dark red eyes with yellow sclera, narrowed in suspicion that gives way to.....more of the same, just with added impatience and frustration. What in the— he hadn't left his device on! Was it malfunctioning, too? Great.

Unseen, a gloved finger moves to switch to the voice function, ending the video feed.]

Nothing important. Just technology being damned inconvenient.

[Gruff tones, a deep voice, something in the even cadence of each word speaking of military stature. He's older than 20-something, to be sure.]

Like these tablets. Do they act up like this often?

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yooo i'm not apping here cause i'm already in game with a different character but hi

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