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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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[Alister's tablet catches him doing something completely innocuous: shucking off his hoverboots to inspect their propulsion systems for the third time in so many days since his arrival. He hasn't given up on trying to divine the cause of their inexplicable malfunction, despite the lack of available parts or tools with which to actually tackle the problem.

The thing is, Alister's a Lombax. A bipedal, fluffy, 6' three-toed felid with muscle to spare. (And a stupid soul patch marking.) Which is something he's managed to keep hidden from Norfinbury's community.....up to now. Unaware that he's being filmed, Alister grumbles audibly as he turns a boot over in his gloved hands.]

....still think it could be the ion coils. Wouldn't be the first time that extreme temperatures shorted out a circuit. But......bah, that's still not right! Can't be!

THREE

[The first thing Alister does when the door clicks behind him is pound on said door with a fist to test how sturdy it is. Then, scowling, he stalks away to claim a place to sleep before everyone else that's gotten stuck in here can beat him to the punch. No fear, no anxiety, just impatience and irritation.]

This spot's mine for tonight.

[His tone is one that won't brook any argument.

Except.....it's a pair of bookshelves jammed haphazardly against a far wall.

Maybe the creepiness is already messing with his head???]

(ooc: apologies for the lack of icons! i'm waiting on a commission order; please bear with me ;u;/)

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[Axton doesn't like Norfinbury. At all. Whatever asshole bad guys brought him here didn't just take his guns, they took his turret. And after a few days here, he still doesn't have her back. He does not take kindly to people that keep his girlfriend away from him.

On top of that, he's bored. There are weird shadow things and spiders, but he hasn't had a chance to kill a single one. Which is related to the complete and utter lack of guns. What kind of town doesn't have guns and ammo bursting from every container? It's like he's not on Pandora at all!

All of this is why he is looking distinctly grumpy as the video turns on.]

Hey. Any of you guys got alcohol you'd be willing to trade? There's no way I can put up with this place for much longer without something to drink.

In exchange, I can offer, uh... [He leans down to dig in his bag, giving an excellent view of the shadowy thing lurking behind him.] I've got a t-shirt, two coffee mugs, and some hair gel. That's gotta be worth something, right?

Edited 2015-09-16 18:46 (UTC)

Uh, hey, guuuurl...?

[ Axton might notice that Tina seems different somehow, despite no changes to her appearance whatsoever. You know - something just seems off? Like a photograph that catches someone at a weird angle so they no longer look like themselves.

Spoilers: it's because she's not swaying around like a drunken metronome child for once. Too busy being fixated on whatever the hizzle that thing behind Axton was god DAYUMN. ]

You might wanna, you knooow. Turn your big ol' buttsicle round and ASK THAT THING WHAT THRESHER-HOLE IT CRAWLED OUT OF. Oohhhhrghgh that is so WRONG.

ONE

@haurchefant fortemps; video
[The video clicks on, apparently from a user who was too mindless with confusion to pick a name for the network when they arrived.

It shows a man with hawkish features and long, upswept ears. He his chin is resting one palm and his eyes flick back and forth across the tablet.

Finally, he decides it's recording and he waves with a small smile.]

Salutations, Norfinbury! I have been thinking that before the days grow even colder we should come together to celebrate all that we have accomplished.

Oh, I know our circumstances are dire indeed but if we take no time to honor our own progress all we shall ever see is the peak of the mountain looming, ever unattainable, in the distance.

[Something shifts in the gloom behind him, but he doesn't seem to notice.]

Only together can we succeed in solving the mysteries of this accursed prison and to do that we must needs keep our chins high.

Of course any party we throw will be lacking in cakes or feasts but do not underestimate the warmth your presence could bring to such an occasion. We'd all do well to enjoy each other's company for a time.

THREE

[Haurchefant whirls on the door when it clicks shut and throws his bulk against it. After a few moments of punching, kicking and failed attempts to brute force the lock he draws away with a huff and runs his fingers through his hair. He needs a moment to recollect his dignity.]

Well, this is no good, is it?

[He walks into the middle of the room, wishing very much that he had his sword with him.]

Though I suppose where there is a hospital there could well be medicines and sundry supplies. Of all the places to be trapped for a night, there could be worse.

[He clutches the edges of his cloak and smiles, trying instill some hope in people. Secretly, he is trying to keep those hands of his occupied...they're trembling. This building isn't like anything he'd known back home and he's worried there could be unexpected threats around any corner, threats he can't protect people from.]

Come, let us find some beds and rest for the nonce.

[Well, that's weird and slightly disturbing. Which, granted, is how you could describe Tina most of the time anyway, but it's not the flavour of weird and slightly disturbing that Axton's become accustomed to.

Which means that when she says something's wrong, he reacts instantly. He whirls around, all signs of boredom and grumpiness dropping as he reaches for his makeshift weapon, ready to fight-

Nothing. There's nothing at all there.]

Uh, Tina? What're you talking about?

[The creature lurks ever closer, but Axton remains oblivious to its presence. OH SHIT.]

[ Nuh-uhhh, gurl. Tina's voice is about to reach levels of high-pitched and screechy that even rakks would be proud of. ]

THAT! Thatthatthat! Willya kill it already it's givin' me the jibblies. 'Less it's your new squeeze, gurl, I'm not heres to judge you.

[ He's joking with her, right? HAHA OH AXTON. U CRAZY. ]

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@ZD; video
[The feed would show some loser with a bright red jacket grinning as he managed to get the camera on.]

Booyah! Got it to work in one try! [He seemed very proud that he was getting the hang of this smaller computer. Propping It against a wall before he stood back.]

Man, I can’t sleep. Feels like something bad is going to happen, you know? [Zell is shifting from foot to foot as he spoke.] Going to not think about it. I could jinx myself.[He lowered his head a moment, before punching the air. He has to keep himself in good spirits!]

I saw someone doing squats on the network for exercise and thought to show what I do. [Turning sideways to give everyone the view of his profile. Bouncing on his feet as he raised his fists into a guard position.] It’s better when you have a bag or something to punch, but here I go! [Zell punches an invisible opponent in quick session, moving out of the video frame as he moves. There seems to be a shadow or something moving beyond the open door, but Zell moves back in the frame, and subsequently blocking the view to the door. It’s probably nothing, honestly!]

Whoops, went a little far. [Scratching the back of his head.] I can do it again if anyone wants!

[With his abundance of energy, he can do it almost all night. Dropping down to a crouch before his tablet as he picked it up.] Let me know. [There was movement again from behind him as Zell ends the feed.]

Four

[One energetic blond was sitting at the front of the convenience store with all of his things out of his back. Rolled up beside him was the best-looking blanket ever! Other things include a bottle of whiskey, rags, a pot, matches, and toilet paper. Scratching the back of his head as he looked between the stuff and his bag, which still held rations. Does someone want to help him play Tetris with his bag or help lighten his load?]

[He turns to face the tablet again and raises a pointy finger because this is Important.]

Hey, don't even start. You know I wouldn't cheat on the missus with the first freaky monster I meet.

[Wait, no. He pauses to consider.]

Unless the freaky monster was really hot. Which I can't tell in this case, because I'm seriously not seeing anything.

I dunno, something tells me t-shirts aren't in much demand. Not unl--

[ Tim halts mid-sentence as the creature looms into view. In other circumstances, it might be funny to witness - he just stops, his mouth frozen mid-syllable.

Shit. Shit shit shit the guy's going to die on camera shit shit shit. ]

Is - I - behind you.

[Axton looks behind him.

He looks back at Tim.

He raises an eyebrow.]

Okay, I'm gonna need you to be a little more specific. By "behind you" do you actually mean that there's something behind me, or is it some kind of weird t-shirt economy thing? 'Cause I really can't tell right now.

[ Is... it not really there?

Tim blinks, swallows, and rubs at the back of his neck nervously. Okay. Hallucinating. That's just awesome. ]

It - sorry, I, uh. Thought I saw something. A little low on sleep, so.

I meant to say that, uh--

[ It's still there why can he still see it ]

-- they won't be in demand unless the, uh, weather clears up.

[There's a gloved hand which flails awkwardly flails at the camera as if to pick up the device before the device topples to the ground, revealing a view of the house in general. There's no effort made to pick it back up. Enjoy that wall, Zell.]

What are you doing, Zell?

[Someone sounds like he's either got a cold...or couldn't resist, chugged down a bottle of whiskey that he somehow had managed to scrounge up, and now has a hangover and his mouth tastes like hope died inside of it. Or both?]

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@totheark; video

When the video flicks on its obvious it wasn't intended. The tablet appears to be propped up against a wall and shows an awkwardly framed shot of one of the shelves at the convenience store and the area around it. There's audio of someone going through the packages of food but they remain off camera for the first few seconds.

There's a quick burst of static as the tablet's user wanders into frame. The audio returns to normal within about a second, but the video exhibits tearing on and off for the rest of the transmission.

The tablet's owner, someone dressed in jeans, a tan hoodie and a black mask with a red frowny face on it, continues going through the product on the shelf. It doesn't look like he's noticed the tablet is transmitting; either that or he just doesn't care.

Three

*He notes the door clicking shut behind him but, other than a short glance in its direction, doesn't bother with it. He was stuck in here overnight? That was fine. He wasn't planning on leaving until he'd found what he needed here anyway. And since he had no idea where actual, working hospitals kept their drug supplies it would likely take more than just a few hours.
But...the trip here hadn't been a short one, and the hospital seemed like it'd be a big place. Maybe finding a place to rest before exploring was wise. Just a little nap couldn't hurt.*

[It's a very stable looking wall! And probably much better looking than whatever Irvine looks like right now.]

Whoa! You sound like hell, man. [Zell's voice probably isn't helping the cold hangover combination.]

What does it look like I'm doing? [Hopping back up on his feet as he started to shadow box again. Partially to show Irvine, regardless if the other could actually see him, and partially to shake off his restlessness.] Where are you anyways?

[You know what. Zell can see it for himself. Because with a groan (because is that the sound of Zell jumping around yes it is), Irvine is going to fumble once more (enjoy those gloved fingers dangling in front of the screen helplessly as he flails like an idiot looking for it.)]

Near the school- [Pained noise!] Found a place to stay for the night. [And after his second try the tablet is grabbed.] I was lookin' for those tunnels I- [Fuck. Thinking. Fuck.] -heard about.

[And he's going to drag the tablet up and there's three things that could be noted.

1. Yes, Irvine Kinneas does look like shit right now.
2. The tablet is upside down.

3. He's squinting for a second and then, as this is prompt one-]

Zell, behind you!

[And then seems to immediately regret using the Loud Voice because ow.]

[Haurchefant turns and eyes Alister, then the area he's staked a claim to. No, no... Sleeping at the bottom of those, or on top of them, would be dangerous. Not to mention terribly uncomfortable.

He steps up to Alister and looms over him slightly, leaning a bit into his personal space. Hello, fuzzy friend! Hello!]

No, no, that won't do.

We can find you a better spot, surely!

[He jabbed at the air a few more times to try to calm his nerves, when he heard Irvine talking. Plopping his butt down in front of the tablet as he picked it up. He still felt like he should keep moving, but he’ll settle with just wiggling his toes.

Man, it sounded like Irvine had a very late date with a Marlboro.

If he weren’t holding the tablet, he would have clapped in hands to congratulate the sharpshooter for finally picking it up.]

You look like hell, too. [Yup, that’s all he can offer as he tried to brain where he was in relation to his friend. He should have a map in his bag-

His thoughts were interrupted as Irvine yelled. Zell dropped the tablet as he leapt up to his feet. Hands were ready as he turned to see what was behind him…]

WHAT?! [Sorry, bro, but he can’t see the humanoid shadow that is lurking by the doorway. It took a moment before the other dropped down looking pretty deflated.]

Ha ha. Very funny, Irvine. [He thinks it’s a joke.]

[ Tim is no stranger to Norfinbury's hospital. Or hospitals in general. Exploring spooky abandoned medical facilities and potentially coming across Creepy Hooded Douchebags is as much a part of his life as eating, or breathing, or having kicking rad sideburns envied by everyone he comes across. It's a fundamental part of being Tim.

That doesn't stop it from being a hell of a shock when he heads around the corner of one of the corridors and spots the gut-wrenchingly familiar hooded figure making his way inside.

He has no idea how he's supposed to react. Before, his immediate reaction would be to hide - find a room with a door he can barricade shut, just in case, and wait things out until morning. There's no point in a confrontation or a chase. Nothing to gain.

But now he knows that Brian is under that hood (or whatever remains of him, at least), it makes things a lot more complicated. There has to be something of his oldest friend in there, right? Anything? ]

Brian.

[ He steps out into the open at the end of the corridor. There's enough space between them that he can run if necessary, and he has the nail-studded chair leg he keeps for a weapon in his hand, but Tim's voice still sounds way more nervous than he'd like. ]

*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.

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[ So, for once in what seems like an eternity, nothing is trying to kill him. This is excellent. It -- it's still freezing, but that's something he's... not getting used to, no, but able to handle without complaining.

Well. Without complaining nonstop. ]

So. Tired.

But. Can't sleep.

[ He rubs his face with his flesh hand, having learned long ago that touching skin with the metallic one in these temperatures is an awful idea. ]

Does anyone have -- I dunno, some kind of advice?

[ Another rub. At the same time, something seems to stir behind him. Hardly noticeable, but there. ]

Don't tell me to count sheep, that's -- that's just cliche. And not helpful.

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[ When the doors lock, Rhys' first instict is to throw himself against them. They barely budge.

This is, of course, Jack's cue to 1) appear and 2) throw his head back and laugh. "Did -- did you really think that was gonna do it? And what were you gonna do when you got back out -- build yourself an igloo? I mean, don't get me wrong, that would be quality entertainment, but Rhysie. Rhys. C'mon, enlighten me."

During the taunt, Rhys has picked himself up and is leaning back against the doors, eyes trained on the ceiling. A headache is building in one temple. ]

Not helping.

[ Rhys shrugs his backpack up and stalks off, shoulders hunched. He's off to find somewhere to camp out and, by the looks of it, he has a lot of rooms to choose from. He just wishes it wasn't a creepy hospital. That is just begging for trouble. ]

Edited (whoops numbers) 2015-09-17 16:23 (UTC)

You could try not whining about it. Just sayin'.

[Yes, he's being an asshole, but this place makes Axton incredibly grumpy. Hyperion dweebs complaining on the network don't improve his mood one tiny little bit.]

You shouldn't be sleeping anyway. There's something behind you.

[ With his regular need for pills, the hospital has quickly become one of Tim's most frequent destinations. It's never pleasant spending the night there, but at least it's gotten him used to the kind of noises and bumps can be heard there as a matter of routine. Creepy noises, pipes clanking and the occasional unidentifiable creak? Normal. A thump at the door followed by 'not helping?'

YEAH, DEFINITELY LESS SO. There's someone here, and with the creepy atmosphere of the hospital making Tim even more paranoid than usual? He's not exactly in a hurry to engage. He peers out of the room he's in, looking towards the figure at the entryway, then ducks back. Yeah. Definitely not anyone he knows.

He grabs for the nearest loose object - an empty first aid box - and flings it down the hallway. Classic distraction technique. Flawless. This should buy him some time to investigate! ]

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