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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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[ 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. ]

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 ]

[ Rhys is mumbling something indecipherable under his breath. Something something totally sneaking something something. Once that's out of his system, he clears his throat and crosses his arms. ]

I'm new...ish. [ SarcasTim is making him miss Gortys. More than usual. ] So can't you cut me some slack? This -- all of this -- is a learning experience.

[ Jack isn't interested in Rhys' pathetic attempts to deflect from his wussy behavior. Instead, he's walked up to Tim and is measuring The Sideburns between finger and thumb. Rhys doesn't know why, but he knows better than to ask. In public, anyway. ]

[ Tim raises a single magnificent eyebrow at the mumbling, then shrugs. Sure, Hairgel McFashiondisaster. Okay. ]

Fair enough. I guess that's lesson one? Avoid the morgue. And the monsters.

[ His tone of voice makes it pretty clear that he doesn't think that's something people should need to learn, but. Maybe this guy's even more robot than he looks. Robots probably don't go for the whole instincts thing, right? Common sense might get overlooked during the programming. ]

Lesson two is about, uh, not trying to get back outside after lockdown. No point. Even - even if freezing to death is, uh, something you're interested in.

[ Rhys lets his arms drop and rolls his eyes, acting like he's the most put-upon cyborg in Norfinbury. Which, statistically speaking, he might be. ]

Yeah, avoiding morgues, kind of a given. Still, you can't blame a guy for not knowing his way around a dark, spooky hospital. And I've already had a c--

[ He cuts himself off and clenches his teeth. ]

...thought, I. Already realized. The thing about the lockdown.

[ NICE SAVE 11/10 ]

...Riiiight.

[ Overly-defensive crazy is Tim's favourite kind of crazy. Really. He shakes his hair out of his eyes and gives Dopetimus Prime another withering look. ]

Well, uh, you're making it pretty clear you're doing just fine on your own, so. I'll get back to my hidey hole and leave you to it.

[ He jerks a thumb towards the room he TOTALLY DIDN'T SNEAK OUT OF. FEEL FREE TO START BACKPEDALLING NOW, NOOB, TIM DON'T GIVE A FUCK!! ]

[ No. No no no, Tim doesn't get to leave. That easily, anyway. And not because Rhys is freaked out by this environment!! No. Not at all. ]

...hidey hole? Do you have a secure place in here? 'Cause it's kinda sounding like you know this particular craphole... decently well. Ish.

[ This is a barely educated guess. This is Rhys stabbing in the dark; an attempt to turn things back to Tim. ]

Secure is giving it too much credit. No - no shadows in there, though. And just one door, so it's - you know, it's easy to barricade.

[ So casual about terrifying security measures. IT'S ALL SO ROUTINE. YAWN!! ]

Hey, that's good enough for me.

[ Rhys takes it upon himself to investigate the area Tim gestured to. ]

...not. That I want to bunk with you, b-but if the room next door is open...

[ Holy shit that might be the most awkward and cringeworthy thing Tim has ever heard anyone say. AND HE HANGS OUT WITH JAY. ]

What's up? Afraid I'll snore?

[ It's a very dry, mirthless kind of mockery, but mockery nonetheless. ]

Just check it out thoroughly first, yeah? Don't want to shut yourself up in there and then find out there's a monster under the bed or - or whatever.

I'm just being considerate. You don't know me, I don't know you, we - we don't even know each others' names yet.

[ Rhys is oblivious to his own extreme awkwardness. He leans against the doorframe of the room he's intending to take over for the night, trying to look casual and cool.

This is all ruined by Jack, who comes sailing headfirst through the wall. Upside-down. Just because he can.

"Mine are bigger."

Startled for the third (fourth, fifth, seven hundred and twelfth, he's really lost count) time, he slips back and has to grab onto the frame for stability. He has no idea what Jack's even talking about, though he vaguely remembers sideburn measuring. Rhys hisswhispers a distinct knock it off already. ]

[ Fuck you, Jack. Fuck you and your defunct measuring techniques. The Sadburns (tm) are bigger and more lush than your feeble fakey-fake hologram sideburns could ever be. Fuck you, buddy. FUCK YOU. THIS IS ONE CRIME TOO FAR, BUCKO.

Meaning um Tim flinches slightly at Hal 9000's sudden movement, then narrows his eyes. U wot, m8? ]

You got a problem?

[ His tone isn't exactly aggressive, but it's certainly not a pleasant inquiry. He shoots Rhys a disgruntled look to go along with it. ]

'Cause I was just trying to help out, man.

No,, no. Not with you. Though your attitude has been a li--hmmghh.

[ DEEP BREATH. Then a heavy sigh. He really shouldn't alienate a maybe-ally right off that bat. ]

That really wasn't for you, though, I'm just... talking to myself. That's a thing I do.

[ Even if that means making himself seem crazy. He rubs at his nose, concealing the lower half of his face as he mouths "you cheated" to the hologram. Jack floats on by, taking a moment to cast an incredibly offended look at Rhys. Him?? Cheat??? LIES AND SLANDER. ]

R...ight. Might want to tone that down. Less understanding people might - they might think you're crazy.

[ Which instantly gets Rhys a few sympathy points from Tim. Just a few. The air of douche and what-the-fuck-even is still strong here. ]

Tim, by the way.

I'm getting pretty used to that, but. Thanks. For the, uh. Everything.

[ His eyes stop following Jack as he floats through the opposite wall. He gestures at himself with a mechanical hand. ]

And it's Rhys.

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