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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 pauses at the name and turns to face the speaker--more so because someone spoke than because he recognized the name (sorry Tim!).
He cants his head, unsure if he's surprised to see Tim here or not. It's far from the hospital they both knew, but it was likely they were there searching for the same thing. Or things, if answers also counted as a thing.

For the moment he makes no move, simply watching the other man. Not sure if he's a help or a hindrance yet.*

[ Okay. Okay, that's a good sign. Maybe. Probably. Tim's choosing to interpret it as one, anyway, since he desperately wants to believe that his friend still exists.

He needs to believe it. If Brian can be saved, it means Alex was wrong. And if Alex is wrong, then maybe Tim isn't just a blight on the world after all.

Maybe. ]

Hey...

[ Jesus. What do you even say in this situation? ]

You, uh - you doing okay?

[ Wow. Wow. With that exceedingly lame opener out of the way, Tim decides that actions speak louder than words and carefully, slowly places his chair leg on the floor. There. He's totally unthreatening. Not going to kill anybody.

Again. ]

*Okay, the weapon being put down is definitely a good thing, especially since last he remembered seeing Tim the other man was chasing him. (What had happened with that, anyway? How long ago was it? Clearly before he got here...wherever here really was.)

He's not really sure how to respond to the question, though. It seemed so out of place for both the location and the person asking it. After a moment he settles on just shrugging.*

[ Awesome. Now he's being judged by Captain Crypticvideo. Why this.

But whatever. ~~The hooded guy~~ BRIAN isn't running. That's progress, right? ]

I'm - I'm just gonna get something out of my bag. Nothing bad, don't - don't flip out.

[ Again being very slow and deliberate, he unzips his bag and after pushing aside his mask and an assortment of sponges manages to find a small bar of chocolate. He tosses it along the ground in Brian's direction, feeling uncomfortably like he's trying to tame a wild animal or something. ]

If, uh - if you're hungry.

*He takes half a step back as Tim reaches into the bag. Sure, the other man said it was 'nothing bad' but he's not so sure he trusts that. That and the habits that paranoia's formed are hard to shake. ~~And that wild animal thing is really not that far off.~~

Once the chocolate bar has stopped moving he moves closer to it, crouches down and picks it up. He quickly looks it over before pocketing it. He's not that hungry now but food was a good thing to have. He then turns his attention back to Tim, canting his head again.*

...Yeah. You're welcome.

[ Not that he'd been expecting a 'thankyou,' but shhhh. He takes a step towards Brian - just one. The situation still feels too precarious for comfort. ]

Jay's here too.

[ He's not sure what he's hoping to get from sharing this, since the fact that his face is covered ffs is going to stop Tim seeing any kind of real reaction. Still. ]

And, uh. And Alex. Not - not here, but. In the town.

*He stands up as Tim moves closer, though its not directly in relation to the other man's act ~~of course it may not seem that way :3~~. Its just awkward to crouch there while Tim is standing.

Jay was here? That was...well, it wasn't bad but it wasn't necessarilly good. He had no idea if he even needed Jay anymore and, well, Jay was supposed to be dead, wasn't he? More strangeness.

Alex, though, he's sure is not good. He sighs a bit; he would have preferred if his latest relocation had simply taken Alex out of the picture, but he could deal with it. It should be simple enough to just go back to trying to get Jay or Tim or someone to kill him.

He's still not sure what you want, though, Tim. Or why you were acting friendly when your mask was off. Stop being so confusing.*

[ God, it's like talking to a wall. It wasn't like Tim thought this would be pleasant, or that Brian would rip off the mask and yell "surprise!" or something, but. He hadn't anticipated how upsetting it'd be to just get silence from him.

Maybe he should try something different? Tim raises his hands as the figure gets up - look, still harmless - and tries again. ]

I - I, uh, I know who you are now. It's okay. You don't have to hide.

[ Because that's why the face-covering is a thing, right? It's a disguise?

If Tim were thinking clearly, he'd think about how Masky acts. How few fucks it gives about hiding the fact that it's hosted by Tim. How the whole thing seems less like it's protecting Tim's identity and more like it's just rejecting his face.

But he's not thinking clearly, so all of that sails right over his head. Bless. ]

You can, uh. You can take it off. Or talk. Brian.

*Of course Tim knows who he is, they've been working together--if you wanted to stretch the meaning of that--for awhile now. Even though Tim wasn't always quite on board with it. He doesn't get the hide statement either, isn't he right out in the open now? Tim you are being weird.

Brian. That was the name Tim had said earlier, was it supposed to mean something? Was it his name? Maybe once, but now the memory is faded and unclear.

He shakes his head. Taking the mask off just isn't an option.*

Of course not. What was I thinking.

[ He runs his hands through his hair in frustration. Maybe he's just projecting? Maybe there's nothing left of Brian at all. Or maybe there was, and it disappeared when Tim killed him and now this is all there is and-- ]

Can you talk?

[ It's a legitimate question. Tim's masked self had been the only one who'd spoken in any of the videos, after all. So...? ]

Because I - I couldn't talk for a while, either. I--

[ died ]

- something happened here, and. Poof. No voice. So when I wanted to talk to people, I had to use the tablet. The text function.

[ He reaches into his pocket for his tablet. He unthinkingly takes his pills out of there, too, not wanting them to drop out and spill on the floor. ]

This, see?

*He's about to nod to the first question but stops when Tim adds the bit about his experience. Could he talk? He hadn't tried because he had no reason to. He didn't talk anymore, it was never really needed.
But now he's curious. Just because he'd never use the ability he'd like to know if he has it or not.*

Yes.

*Okay, good. Now that that was out of the way he could go back to never speaking again. Surely Tim wouldn't have a problem with that.

He doesn't seem very interested in the tablet; he has his own and has already been through it a number of times. He's well aware of the text function, thx.
The pills, though, are a different story. He's very very tempted to make a grab for them. But he doesn't, at least not yet. Now that he knew Tim had some he could take them later if he needed to.*

[ Holy shit. Holy shit. It's unbelievably surreal hearing Brian's voice coming from under that mask, and for a moment Tim can only goggle stupidly. ]

I - uh, yeah, I. Good. That's good.

[ He stuffs the tablet - and the pills - back in his pocket and scratches at the back of his neck. This is all so ridiculously sad and awkward. Where to go from here? ]

It's here too. The tall thing.

[ It isn't, naturally. But when three people hallucinate it at the same time, it starts feeling pretty believable. ]

We saw it. We think - we think maybe this is, uh. It's where it brings people? When it takes them. Or when they die.

[ just trying to feel out whether or not you remember the whole murder thing bro nbd ]

*Of course the Operator was here. He's not sure why Tim feels the need to point that out, though. He's become so used to the Operator just being there when it wants (needs?) to that he hadn't even considered the possibility that wasn't here.

This being its world, though, he's not sure about that. It didn't feel quite the same. But if it was where it took the dead that could explain why Jay was here. Did that mean Alex was dead too? That'd at least be some small consolation. So then Tim was also dead? That was too bad. Tim didn't really deserve to die even after everything that he'd been through.
He is pretty sure he's not dead, though. He doesn't feel dead and even with the holes in his memory he assumes death is one of those things you wouldn't be able to forget. Either Tim is trying to trick him, which seems out of character for the man, or his theory was wrong.
It was probably that last one.

He shakes his head.*

I - no? What...

[ He wants to ask what makes him think that, but he knows he won't get much in the way of answers. A string of binary code, maybe. A riddle? Perhaps a single spoken word again, if he's lucky?

God, he wants a cigarette right now. He'd assumed the withdrawal would be easing off by this point, but noooo... ]

I don't know how to help you.

[ There's more than a little frustration in his tone. Not that it's directed at Brian - this is Tim's fault, after all. He started it. ]

I don't even know what to say!

*He doesn't know how you can help either, Tim. Though his idea of what he needs help with is much different than Tim's idea.

He sighs, not sure how to respond either. He's not even sure what Tim wants here.*

[ Since Tim is Tim, he's taking that sigh as being one of judgement. Accusation, even. Because what is a Tim Wright who doesn't project his own intense self-loathing onto other people, amirite folks? ]

I'm sorry, okay! I didn't mean it. Any of it!

[ Except he did, didn't he? He might not have meant to infect Brian in the first place, but he certainly meant to end his life. Even if he hadn't known who it was at the time, it was still intentional. Still murder. ]

I'm sorry.

*Sorry? He thinks Tim has a number of things to be sorry for but now does not seem like the time or the place to bring them up. Besides, Tim had actually been working with him more or less as planned lately.

He cants his head, unsure how to reply to this either. Why you make things so hard, Tim?*

[ Tim glowers at his feet for a moment, trying to calm down. This sucks. He sucks. Everything sucks. ]

Apology not accepted, huh. Should I have put on the mask first?

[ He's not serious as he says it, but then... Hrrm. He can't decide if that'd help or make things worse.

Plus the thought of putting it on while he's lucid skeeves him out like whoa. ]

*He sighs again. Tim does not seem to be having the same conversation as him and he's not sure how to remedy that.

No, wait, there was one thing. He holds up a finger--wait, please--and digs his tablet out. It wasn't perfect, but text was much easier than speaking. He fiddles with it for a moment, bringing up the notepad app and typing something in before turning it towards Tim.*

no need tobe sorry

[ Oh.

It physically hurts to read. Mostly because he thinks it's the same thing Brian would say - proper Brian, Brian before the tall thing reached inside him and put his mind through a shredder.

The tone and the reasoning behind it are likely completely different, but. It's still difficult to deal with. ]

...Right. You blame Alex for all of it, huh.

[ Not entirely unfairly. ]

He's not killing people any more. There - there's no point. People don't stay dead, so.

*He nods; of course it was Alex's fault. Who else's fault would it be? Tim's? Don't be silly. It clearly wasn't the fault of either Tim.

Don't stay dead? But that didn't make any sense... ~~Did that mean he might actually BE dead?~~*

how

We dunno.

[ This is easier, albeit weird as hell to be speaking to Hoods McBinary so civilly. Infodumping means he doesn't have to deal with the weirdness so much, though. ]

People die, then come back. But they get moved.

[ You know. Like the tall thing can do. ]

And they lose something. Memories, mostly.

[ WOWSIES this sure is sounding TALL THINGTASTIC ]

It's pretty, uh. Pretty goofed.

*He's not sure if that's worrying or not. He's used to dealing with the Operator and its time-and-space shenanigans, so if that was the explanation for all of this at least he'd be able to deal with it. He's yet to see it--to feel it--in this strange place, but what else could do that sort of thing?
The idea that there might be two (or more?) of them is worrying. Far easier to accept that this place had something to do with the Operator, then. That maybe Tim's theory was right.

It wasn't a full answer, though. He needed more information to get that. Tim would have to help him ~~whether he wanted to or not~~.

He nods slowly. It is pretty goofed, isn't it?*

[ Goofed as FUCK. Tim offers the tensest and shittiest of half-smiles as he tries to consider his options. His immediate ones are pretty limited, sure - they're both stuck here overnight, sothat limits things to "stick together" or "don't stick together are you fucking nuts." After that?

He's pretty sure neither Jay nor Brian himself would be happy with Tim bringing him back to their current shelter like a stray dog. That doesn't stop him feeling responsible for him, though. Guilt complexes are a hell of a thing. ]

Uh -

[ He fishes around in his pocket again, retrieving his pills, and pours half of them out into his hand. ]

You, uh. Should take these, I guess. I mean, it - the thing could show up any time, so.

*What.

Was Tim just...giving him the pills? Seriously? That's so far out from what he's used to he can barely process it. He just kind of boggles at it for a few moments before recovering.

There had to be a catch, right? There's no way Tim would give away something so valuable otherwise. But what could it be? He had almost nothing here.*

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