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: 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!

Comments

[dahlefficiency]

[He glances over his shoulder - yup, still nothing there. But hey, whatever.

This is one of those times he wishes he had some grenades. It would be a lot cooler to throw something explosive over his shoulder instead of a coffee cup.

The cup passes through the shadow and shatters on the floor. VICTORY.]

Doesn't sound like it hit anything. You sure you're not just seeing things?

[It could be a stalker or some other kind of critter that can turn invisible, but that doesn't seem incredibly likely at the moment.]

[maskintape]

Stuff - it goes right through them. Shadow things, I mean. That was. A dumb idea. Really stupid.

[ when are times that axton wishes he DOESN'T have grenades, aave

MEANING Tim gets to his feet, picking up the tablet and taking it with him. HE HAS ANOTHER IDEA. YEE. ]

Gonna try one last thing before we assume I'm nuts, okay? Let me just. Bathroom.

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?

[dahlefficiency]

[Hells yeah. He's got the best luck!]

You, sir, have got yourself a deal! Now we just need to pick a location to meet up and trade. Any preferences?

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

vdeo

[dahlefficiency]

[Ugh, those Hyperion looks. G R O S S.]

Hey, that's fine. Means I'll get to watch when whatever the hell that is rips you to shreds. Not really my cup of tea, but in a dump like this you take what entertainment you can get.

[bookofnope]

[Ah, there we go. That is definitely a critter of the night-stalking variety, though Beckett - who considers himself well-informed in the ways of the occult - can't quite name the type. Nothing good, anyway; are they ever?

Calmly, without a hint that he is doing anything other than continue the not-quite-polite conversation - don't want to tip the critter off with undue alarm - he says:]

There is some sort of entity behind you that can likely conceal itself from direct observation. It's possible that it's only curious, but I wouldn't bet my - ahem - life on it.

[He's already fiddling with the tablet, trying to figure out of he can play the video from his own end back to Haurchefant. No luck. It figures that he'd have to appeal to trust, just now.]

So, in the spirit of cooperation, I recommend that you try to get away.

[dahlefficiency]

[okay fine maybe he DOES wish he had grenades at all times what's wrong with that]

Go right ahead, pal.

[wait bathroom why is he going to the bathroom]

...Is this gonna get weird, though? Like, are you gonna film yourself taking a shit or something?

ugh!!!

[lancingintherain]

[she half-expected him to turn off the video when he realized it was on, but she's surprised when she feels a little disappointed. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed small touches of body language like his ears. Her human friends are good people, but they can't do that.]

Um—no, not that I know of. So you didn't mean to make a video? [the military in his voice registers, and, remembering to be a good knight, she adds on instinct:] ...Sir.

[maskintape]

[ Tim stops in his tracks and gives the tablet one of his Judging Looks. ]

...yes. Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing.

[ Except no. He's heading for the mirror and holding his tablet up to it so Axton can see what he sees on the feed. Presumably.

GENIUS!! ]

[clockblock]

[UPLOADING MAP.JPG.

It's a rough but accurate sketch of the area around the school, every building labeled accordingly — "school", "shed", "house" with a number to indicate what order he found them in. There's also scale and uniform measures of distance scribbled in. While it's been years since he's built anything, the same architecture skills are coming in handy.]

I'm in this area. Does any of it ring a bell?

three

[0thingsonmymind]

*The sound of someone throwing themself against the door is what drew him out. It must mean it was too late to leave but as he hadn't been looking forward to trekking back to town before curfew anyway. Whoever this was didn't seem to be happy about it, though. He's about to go back to searching the hospital when the other man speaks. But he can't see anyone else around.

Which makes this interesting, and makes wonder if its something similar to what he's familiar with. So he's just going to follow after Rhys.*

[lancingintherain]

[oh man, chain mail. She knows that stuff would be too heavy for her to want to wear while backpacking through snow hell, but she's still jealous of how finely-made his looks. That bow is impressive, too.]

[she still feels uneasy about sharing too much info with a stranger, even one as elegant and apparently sincere as him, so she just says:]

It's pleasure to meet you, milord—um, although the circumstances are much less of one. Please, call me Freya.

[she glances behind her at the dimly-lit lobby, then back again.]

Not to be rude, but we shouldn't linger. ...Do you have a weapon on you?

veo

[headjacked]

[ Well, Axton doesn't have to deal with it for long. The look melts away and is replaced by mild concern. ]

...well, when you put it like that.

[ Better safe than massacred on video. He casts a glance over his shoulder and... ...sees absolutely nothing.

Friggen' Vault Hunter. ]

Okay, ha-ha. You made me look. Satisfied?

[clockblock]

[An eyebrow quirk from his side of the network. "Sir"? He hasn't been called that in a long time....almost twenty years now. Shaking his head to clear it of thoughts best not dwelt on with his privacy compromised, he picks up the hoverboot again. But the spark of true focus is gone; it's just something to do with his hands, idle movement with the pretense of purpose.]

Not at all. When you look the way I do, there's good reason to avoid that particular function.

[She's already seen him. Might as well come out as say that much, pointing out what he thinks is the War Grok in the room a step ahead of the predicted question.]

vo

[dahlefficiency]

Wait, what? Are you serious?

[Is the guy trying to mess with him now? Who sees a spooky shadow monster behind them and pretends it's not there? Would even Hyperion hire such an asshole? Who are we kidding Hyperion is nothing but assholes.]

@fastoon; voice

[clockblock]

[It takes him a little while to notice the text response, and when he does, he's very obviously not happy. The video feed is shut off with an irritated tap of one finger, switching to the voice function. Of course, he could just not respond at all, but such questions are only to be expected and avoiding the most innocuous ones will only draw more attention.

This way, he still has control.]

A Lombax. Obviously a different species than yours.

audio --> video

[lancingintherain]

[her heart goes out to him, and she makes a soft hum of understanding.]

So you've noticed how... human everyone here looks. Or close to it. ...There are plenty of other good reasons to not use the video—plenty of them avoid it, too—but... well.

[there are videos of her floating around in the archives already, so she only feels a little hesitant. She quickly runs her claws through her hair and the fur on her face, to look more presentable, then turns on the video. She gives the camera a grim smile, hoping that it's turned the right way around and not pointed at the wall or something.]

...I can personally appreciate your reason.

[0thingsonmymind]

i havenever heard of
lombax
before

[silverfuller]

[Haurchefant twists around again and again looks directly at the creature. When he turns back his eyes have the sympathetic expression of a man who is convinced the person he's talking to is mad.]

My sight may not be what it was prior to my arrival here but it is not so terrible yet that I'd be unable to see an adversary.

But, if it makes you feel better, my friend....

[He picks up the tablet and the screen darkens as he holds it against his chest. There's shuffling then light as he he steps into another room and holds the tablet up. The creature is nowhere to be seen.]

There now, do you still see aught?

[silverfuller]

Alas I do not.

[He sighs.]

I lost my sword on arrival and have yet to find a suitable weapon.

[He spreads his hands in a shrug.]

Thus far I've made use of whatever's been around me. 'Tis a bit more barbaric than I'd like but preferable to risking the snows with naught at all.

[silverfuller]

[It takes a moment for Haurchefant to understand.]

Are you quite certain you wish to leave the bindle behind? There is always a chance we'll find more that we need and I haven't any pockets. Do you?

[bookofnope]

[Well Caine's balls but that was easy. Beckett is honestly surprised. Positively surprised, even, which almost never happens to him, certainly not since the world started ending. A part of him is almost uncomfortably gratified that someone has taken him at his word; for a moment, he looks downright disarmed by this miracle.]

No - I think it's gone. For the moment, at least. They don't usually give up so easily...

[The moment's confusion passes, and he narrows his eyes. He did catch that poor-demented-soul look.]

Have you never encountered an enemy that you couldn't see? That would account for all this good faith...

[Do pardon him, he might be a bit stung.]

[silverfuller]

I did not wish to cause you any distress.

[He lowers the tablet.]

Though if you'd know the truth there are tales in my land of creatures that lurk unseen, yes. I cannot say I ever encountered such a foe, myself. Dragons usually prefer a more direct approach.

[Not entirely accurate. Dragons and Dravanian Heretics can be very cunning but he prefers to think of them as brutish creatures who come at him. Enemies who just come at him are much easier to deal with and wrap his head around.]

Still, I am not so stubborn that I'd say such enemies do not exist. Surely, they must, else the stories would not be so widespread.

[He's not entirely convinced this odd fellow in his tablet isn't just mad, but he'll play along.]

[bookofnope]

You can thank me later. When you wake up and - well, wake up at all.

[Beckett concludes his thoughts on that matter with a hand-wave, or tries to, anyhow. He really, intensely dislikes being patronized. But bristling over it feels like taking a bait.]

A... subtle dragon is a little difficult to picture. [He can't help but grin a little at the thought, a flash of sharp canines.] Do you slay them for a living, then?

[There is the faint echo of sarcasm there, because there always is with him and because honestly dragonslayers, but it is an honest question.]