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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: OF MOLD AND MEN You've made an unfortunate choice, it seems. As the doors lock down for the next behind you, there's no taking it back: you're stuck in a moldy house. This seems exceptionally unhealthy, and maybe you don't know how to take the best precautions for your health or maybe you just want some company while you work, but it seems like turning to the Network is as good a choice as any, here. If nothing else, maybe someone can offer you some words of encouragement! It's not like sleeping in mold is going to kill you, right? Right? Yeah, better play it safe and get some second opinions on the best way to spend your night. It's going to be a long one. TWO: NOTHING FEATURED, NOTHING GAINED It's time to send the Network a strongly worded or strongly concerned letter. To Whom it May Concern: why are all the items gone? If you have your timing right, you're pretty sure that the building you've chosen should be brimming with brand new supplies to add to your personal inventory. And yet, when you arrive, you find that it appears to have been completely ransacked. Beyond that, an uneasy air of emptiness fills the entire space. Either someone's been greedy, or something else is going on here. Hopefully, someone else has their own findings they can bring to light. Brace yourselves--the trade market is about to get much more competitive. Action Prompts THREE: ITSY BITSY For the most part, it's a normal night for you and your traveling companion. As you're settling down to sleep, however, you notice something out of your corner: a lonely spider spinning a web. At first you think it might be one of the robotic spiders that the Admin sends out to complete certain tasks, but the more you watch it the more you realize...it's a real, live spider. Considering that you've never seen another living creature appear naturally within Norfinbury, this might be a good reason to wake your companion up--if only to confirm that you aren't just seeing things. FOUR: AN OFFER TO REFUSE Traveling alone through the radiation zone is bad enough as it is, but what's worse: arriving at the only location to stock boxes to keep your food safe and discovering that there's only one left. And what's more, the one that's left is already being picked up by someone else ho happened to get here before you. You have a couple options here, of course. Compromise, bribery, or something more blatantly antagonistic. Hey, maybe you really will be able to work something out! Ultimately, though, neither of you is going to want to be eating irradiated snacks, so there's a bit more at stake here than missing out on a new piece of reading material.

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@Chef; Video

[It looks like the place has been ransacked. Supposedly, there was supposed to be stuff here, but clearly, someone got here first. Eliot aims the camera towards the room rather than his face, but he narrates from behind the tablet.

Honestly, if this was the result of someone else's job, it was messy and unprofessional.

He keeps his tone light, far different from his usual cadence of growling and threatening. Gotta play the character friendly, after all.]

Hey, so...looks like someone made a real big mess of this place. Can't say I blame 'em, but there ain't a thing left in this joint. Picked clean! Anybody got any idea what happened here?

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Being tired, cold, and hungry wasn't exactly all that unusual for him. He was used to extreme conditions, but there was something just...soul-suckingly bleak about Norfinbury. There was no mission, no job at the other end of this, other than staying alive. Maybe solving a puzzle or two. There's a pang when he thinks about Nate, how he'd probably pull together a con against both the Admin and Miller, with Hardison figuring out how to cobble together a computer from whatever bits and pieces they had left, Parker breaking into the locked doors like it was nothing, and Sophie...well, Sophie would probably be going along with Nate, or possibly wheedling the others here out of their things. And himself? Punching every last bad guy they had running the place.

He's partially lost in thought when walks over to where the boxes are and there's only one left. His pack slides off his shoulder, staring at the other person directly across from him.

Was this gonna end up in a fight? He hopes so. The time for aliases is over. Or maybe he's just a really overzealous chef. He cracks his knuckles, and grins, nodding at the box.

"That's mine."

Norfinbury is mind-crushingly depressing and it's hard to keep up the cheerful deflecting appearance sometimes. Ezekiel misses warmth, misses pizza, misses his family, misses being able to break into things. The last part is especially jarring. He is getting into that morgue door someday, Ezekiel Jones does not lose to a lock in a frozen wasteland nightmare video game because he is still convinced this is what this is. Time Loop 2.0.

Which doesn't do much for his general mood these days.

Neither does unwanted company. He has just grabbed the box when someone speaks up behind him and he turns around.

Oh. It's younger, angrier Jon Bon Jovi-Stone.

Ezekiel glances down at his knuckles, back up at his face (and tries not to think about how difficult it is to have someone here who looks like Stone but isn't) and his eyebrows climb with glib amusement.

"Sorry, no can do, mate. I got here first - which clearly means I got dibs." He shrugs, unconcerned. "'sides, you're too late. I already licked it."

He doesn't specify what exactly it is that he licked.

"See, the trouble with dibs is you gotta hold onto what you just got dibs on," Eliot's not worried about if this guy goes back and tells everyone that chef guy is probably not a chef. He take a step forward, gesturing towards him. He doesn't know much about Ezekiel or anyone else here at all, but he's already getting a picture of what kind of person he was.

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way."

But his eyebrows raise at the mention of having licked...something.

"We're in the radiation zone, you know that, right?"

"So? Maybe I'm radioactive. Maybe I've radioactivized this box."

You can't prove that he hasn't.

"And that is totally not how dibs work. Are you saying you're a dibs cheater? Do you have no honor?"

Look, there's being a thief, there's being a thug who takes other people's stuff and there's not honoring dibs.

"And what exactly is the easy or the hard way? Your nostril twitch isn't enough of a tell."

"You're not radioactive." The driest tone. "You'd be sick as hell if you were radioactive enough to affect that box."

Eliot shrugs. "There's dibs, and there's bein' stuck in a frozen wasteland with little food and scarce supplies. Dibs doesn't count anymore. Dibs is history."

There's a grin. "The easy way is I take the box, and you go down. The hard way is I take the box, you go down and stay down."

"Huh. Now that you mention it, I have been feeling a little queasy lately. You think that's what it was?"

Ezekiel returns the grin, then scoffs at the threat.

"Dibs always count, mate. So. Not only do you not honor them, you're also weak in the face of a little hardship. Two, three snowflakes and you throw overboard one of the oldest and most important pillars of society?" He shakes his head. "That's sick. You sicken me. You're the reason this town wins."

You know what he's doing? Licking one of his own foods. And putting them in the box.

"You are not radioactive!"

Eliot jabs a finger in Ezekiel's direction, his patience seemingly whittled down to zero. Few people can get to him this way, so congratulations. If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought Hardison was feeding him lines through an earpiece.

"What are you, the dibs police? I'm takin' the damn box! And quit lickin' your food!"

He storms over, reaching out to try and yank the box away from him, licking or no licking.

"Are you sure? 'cause if you're wrong you could wake up with a glowing tongue tomorrow..."

Admit it, Eliot, you just have a thing for computer hacker geek master thieves who live for aggrieving you.

Ezekiel clutches the box to his chest and jumps back, trying to keep some distance between them. "Uh, no. I'm keeping this. I'm quite attached to it at this point and I don't like bullies."

"Why would I have a glowing tongue!? You don't have a glowing tongue, and if you're claimin' to be radioactive--which, by the way, you're not--then doesn't that mean you'd have a glowing tongue too?"

No. He will never admit it.

He tries to make up the distance, hoping he can just intimidate him into dropping the box and backing off. Hopefully leaving the building all together. He'd rather not beat up everyone that pisses him off in this town, but if he has to, he will.

"You're afraid of bullies, huh?" It's not a very nice smile. "I don't like people who take my stuff."

"No, because I'm radioactive but I can live with it. Like Spider-Man, sort of. You couldn't. So you'd get the glowing tongue." A beat. "And probably die."

It's simple, really.

But there's other things keeping him busy right now. Like dancing out of the way and around the room, trying to keep out of Bully-Stone's way. Ezekiel doesn't like that smile. Not on someone who looks like his friend.

"First of all - not your stuff." Look, he called dibs. "Second, no, I'm not. Actually? I just think they're cowards and they suck."

You suck, Eliot.

"And that's not possible." At least he's not referencing Star Trek endlessly like Hardison.

Eliot matches his movements around the room, his steps calm and steady, as if he's just waiting for Ezekiel to tire before he makes his next move.

"My stuff. You are scared, and do you really wanna be callin' me a bully and a coward? How about a deal? I'd hate for it to suddenly be lockdown and you be stuck here in me. Cause I'd want a little piece and quiet, and you're not quiet at all. So you can just leave, and leave your box, and I won't break your leg."

Edited 2018-06-19 20:31 (UTC)

"Like how a town where you die and come back again and again and it's suddenly hundreds of years in the future isn't possible? Yeah, try again. Maybe I'm just a different class than you are. Maybe I'm in the radioactive/rogue class and you're in the non-radioactive/barbarian class."

He's keeping the unconcerned front but is eyeing Eliot's movements very carefully. "I'd hate it even more for it to suddenly be lockdown and be stuck outside. So no."

Still clutching that box to his chest stubbornly.

"How about this deal. You stop with the Rambo attitude and maybe I won't tell the entire town what a massive jerk you are. You should think about it. People like me. I'm cute."

Okay, now he sounds exactly like Hardison with his video game thing.

"If that was real, then it'd be in the guide. It's not in the guide!" Just the most frustrated look here.

Also it was looking more and more like he was stuck here for the night with this idiot, which wasn't helping his mood.

"The rest of the town ain't gonna care. 'Sides, they think I'm just a nice chef who makes great canapés." A scoff. "I bet people think you're annoying, they just won't say it to your face."

"Of course it's not in the guide, the guide was made in-game. It's written by the players, so it's really more like finding a piece of lore."

Honestly.

"And you got it backwards. People say that to my face all the time but they don't really mean it. Why would they? I'm awesome."

"The what!? Lore?" Now you've completely lost him.

He steps forward, trying to close the distance between them further.

"I think you and I have a very different definition of awesome. Cause you..." he gestures at him. "Are definitely not awesome. Maybe you should listen to these people if they all say you're annoying."

"Yeah. Additional information you can find in-game. Though this one is pretty meta, because people are trying to figure out the game as well as the story."

He doesn't even know what lore is? This guy is definitely not Jacob Stone.

Which is just another reminder that Stone isn't here. Which he is definitely not thinking about.

Ezekiel backs off, trying to keep his movements aligned to the room and hopefully not get trapped in a corner. "So clearly you have the wrong definition of awesome then. That's okay. The concept can be a little fuzzy when you're unfamiliar with it."

"We're not in a game." Seriously, why couldn't you have met up with Hardison instead instead of tormenting him, Ezekiel?

"I know what awesome is." He looks around for something he can use to be more menacing. Aha. A broken two-by-four, which he picks up and leans it over his shoulder, like a massive square baseball bat. "Awesome is takin' out twenty guys' kneecaps with one swing, with one of these." A smirk, as he glances at the two-by-four.

"Of course we are. What else would it be? Trust me, I've been in one of these before. We got respawns, confusing puzzles, monsters, defying of the laws of time and physics... totally a video game."

Look, that is just a fact and until they find ample proof nobody and nothing will probably be able to convince him otherwise.

He watches Eliot pick up the two-by-four and tilts his head.

"Preeetty sure they call that 'assault and battery'."

"You actually think you're in a video game." The driest tone of voice anyone can possibly have. "Ooooookay. Right. Sure."

That just gets a bigger grin.

"You'd be surprised how easy it is to get away with that." Most of the time it involved running away really quick, not being around cameras, or apologizing profusely to the cops then running away, but still. "Especially in a place like this."

He takes a couple steps closer. "The box. Now."

"Of course." Oh, we're doing the dry tone? Alright, let's hear it then. "What do you think happened?"

Ezekiel backs off even further and yep, that's a wall right there. Great. Only so many places to go in these houses.

After having spent way too much time in this awful place there's something genuinely upsetting about a guy with Stone's face talking about breaking his kneecaps over a stupid box and he sticks out his chin defiantly.

"No."

You want it? Come and get it.

"We're bein' conned." It's simple. He shrugs. "Someone's tryin' to get somethin' out of us. Probably information. If it was an ordinary kidnapping, we wouldn't be able to roam free. Nope. Someone's tryin' to work an angle on us."

And hopefully Nate had an awesome plan to get him out of here.

There's something about this guy's defiance that just...

...Eliot sighs, and drops the two-by-four. He's not going to be able to intimidate him, and he's not going to give what would amount to a death-sentence to a guy who did, actually, get here first.

"What's your name again?"

He watches Eliot for another long moment, trying to gauge if this is a trick, if he's gonna come in fists swinging as soon as Ezekiel lowers his guard. He doesn't; and Ezekiel can feel a sudden sigh of relief bubbling up that he barely manages to stifle.

Not letting go of the box, though.

"Ezekiel Jones."

It feels weird, introducing himself to someone who looks like he should know him so well. "So who are you, not-so-nice chef?"

Eliot remains still, knowing full well that he might spook the other guy if he makes any sudden moves.

There's a pause, he could use any number of his aliases. Probably should, especially if they're being watched. But if they went through all the trouble of getting him here, they would know who he was. And the longer he remained here, the less of a point keeping up a character would be.

"Eliot Spencer." Maybe you've heard of him. It's probably good if you haven't.

There's a pause and Ezekiel studies his face like he's trying to connect it to that name and failing.

"... which one is your first name?"

Edited 2018-06-20 00:27 (UTC)

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