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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!

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[ 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.*

what do you
want

[ 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.*

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