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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: SEE THAT WE CAN SEE It's late and you're settling down for the night when you notice a strange light coming from... outside? Through the heavy snowfall, you can just make out the haze of glowing eyes in the distance. Dozens of them. It's difficult to tell through the window, but they seem to be staring directly at you. Since it's after lockdown, you can't get outside to investigate, but maybe others in town are seeing the eyes too. You'd better take to the Network to see what's going on. TWO: BEHIND THESE HAZEL EYES You can't sleep. You've been trying, trying, trying. But every time you close your eyes, you see the eyes of the prophet etched into the insides of your eyelids. The symbol only seems to get brighter and clearer the longer you keep your eyes shut, the closer you get to drifting off. It chills you awake. Nothing seems to help. Maybe there are others on the Network who are having the same problem. Or, at least, someone who doesn't mind keeping you company through the long hours. Action Prompts THREE: THREE'S A CROWD You and your traveling companion are exploring what looks to be a perfectly normal building when you notice something strange carved into the wall. Is that an eye? Strange indeed, but what's stranger is that new carvings keep appearing, always where you're not looking. Soon, the whole room is full of eye carvings. Is your companion doing this? If not them, then who? FOUR: THE KNIFE'S EDGE Most everyone in town still has eyes that are either glowing or shaped like the prophet's symbol, and your eyes are no different. These are the same eyes that made everyone attack each other a few nights ago. Every time you catch a glimpse of yourself, maybe in the reflection of a window or the video feed on your tablet, you feel a little sick. Unfortunately, your traveling companion's eyes look strange too, and they're the opposite of yours. Both of you are in danger if those murderous urges come back, which makes it difficult to trust each other after what you've been through. It's late at night when a dark thought crosses your mind--you do have a knife. Not that there's any reason to use it, of course... Right?

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Couldn't be glowing chilli dogs, could it? That'd be asking way too much.

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[ Since his arrival Jason has seen people wearing the same sort of woollen coat provided by their kidnappers (he refuses to think of them otherwise) and hasn't regretted having kept his own leather jacket. Until now. It's really, really cold as he and his tagalong +1 mooch through the building, made worse only when the freaky eye doodles on the walls spread out when he isn't looking; he tests it out once or twice and, yep, those sure are some peepers where there were none before. So yeah, he was, y'know, already pissed about the situation purely going on the perpetually shitty weather but then someone had to throw eerie eye-stalking into the mix (maybe magic too, he doesn't like to rule out the possibility) of exploring a fucking tundra-ridden town which isn't doing anything to improve his mood.

He kicks a pebble at a wall of carvings, arms folded across his chest to keep in what little bodyheat he owns, fervently wishing for a .45 to make himself feel better. Failing that, he takes out his pad to snapshot a picture of a blank pillar, whistling as he lazily pirouettes to snap another; of the same spot, now with a carving in place. It gets a wave and whether his companion can hear him or not, thinks he's crazy or not, he cheerily tells the new design, ]

Tell your boss I said Hi! Also, they can go screw themselves. Worst Easter egg hunt ever.

[ Is anyone actually listening or watching through the motifs? Jason doesn't know, but a little evidence of even the smallest weirdness isn't a bad thing. At least, his theory is that the timestamps on the photographs will prove to himself that A) he isn't going crazy and doodling without knowing it, and B) no one he's with could have done it either with milliseconds to spare. It's not exactly Red Robin levels of detective work with all of Jason's tech nerfed to shit, but it'll do for now.

And then he checks the photos and, ] Come the fuck on!

[ Of course, they're both fuzzy. (And he's still goddamn cold, now shivering.) ]

[Natasha is Russian, so she doesn't feel the cold, or at least that's her response every time someone asks her how she hasn't died in just her wool coat and black catsuit. She's told Jason more than once that he should be wearing both coats, though, even as she pretends to be utterly unaffected by the unnatural chill. Actually, she's been doing a decent amount of half serious scolding with him despite herself—something about his personality just makes her want to tease him despite the fact that she appreciates him being around. He's smart, and he clearly knows what he's doing, and his detective training lends itself well to her obsessive info gathering habits.

The eyes are bothering her just a bit. Any occurrence of altered perception or altered memories hits close to home for her, and she watches the walls closely, at least until Jason starts up. She smiles, eyebrows raised slightly, and just watches silently for a moment, waiting for him to finish doing... whatever it is he's doing. Natasha has come to assume the jokes are a coping mechanism, although she doesn't know him well enough just yet to be sure.]

What's wrong? Did Eve take poorly to your criticism?

[As she speaks, she moves to stand beside him, trying to peer at the screen of his tablet.]

This stupid hunk of junk is working against me, I know it. Any pictures I take are trashed.

[ Huffing, he shows Nat the pad, all but handing it over if she wants to see (he really needs to liberate a pair of gloves from somewhere, eager to stuff his hands in his leather armpits again). She reminds him of a nicer version of Artemis, all the toughness of the Amazon without the scathing insults; the sass he doesn't mind, he's been ninety-percent sarcasm since taking a nosedive into the Pit.

White clouds puff in front of him, which they hardly seem to from her. Unfair. ]

Big Sister just wants us to go for a stroll whenever she's bored, bet you seven bucks.

I'll take this level of boredom over the makeshift Battle Royale she pulled a few weeks ago.

[She takes the tablet from him, studying the pictures for a moment before switching back to the camera function and trying a few of her own. They don't turn out much better.]

Apparently it isn't just your awful photography skills.

Hey, we both suck! Great. We can say we bonded.

[ Stamping his feet on the ground to stay warm, probably losing ten million cool points in front of Natasha but honestly not caring at this point, he tucks his chin behind a tall zippered collar while studying her. She doesn't give a hell of a lot away, even to Bat-trained eyes, and Jason suspects it's not even because she's trying. Natasha comes off as collected the same way other people come off chatty, it's ingrained.

Wow, what if Bruce was a woman? Terrifying. ~~Dick would have had so many more issues than he already does, haha.~~ ]

Do you think she's luring people to where she wants them to be as a precursor to another attack?

She could be, although it would be much more efficient to use the nanomachines to force us to congregate wherever she wants us. She's moved us around before.

[Natasha watches him stomp his feet for a moment, then unwinds the scarf from around her neck and tosses it to him, continuing to theorize nonchalantly as she does.]

This might not be Eve at all. With all her talk of repairing glitches and errors, I doubt she has as much control over the town as she once did.

Maybe she just wants us to feel like tools, the instruments of our own demise.

[ Catching the scarf, he holds it in surprise for a moment before protesting with a Look ... as he gratefully winds it around his neck; reluctance doesn't raise its head for long beyond the pink spots on his cheeks. Little gestures like that have led him to understand that Natasha is a good person, even with the ribbing that might come later.

The fabric is still warm against his skin, making him feel like a kid at the Manor a thousand years ago, fussed over by Alfred only the warmth back then came from the old man's arms. ]

If she can't do much, that might still get her jollies off like playing chess against herself. Or Hungry Hippos.

[Natasha laughs, making a point not to comment on his reaction to the scarf. She doesn't want him to refuse it in some bid to save face in the wake of her teasing.]

If I ever need morbid jokes, I know who to ask. Try recording the drawings this time, see if it makes a difference.

For all the good I feel that's going to do, while I'm at it why don't I try serenading her with something appropriate like Yo No Se Mañana?

[ The lyrics to which he sings tiredly under his breath as he tries videoing another blank wall, capturing the new carving that springs up. During playback he flips off his pad's screen and promptly turns it off, tucking it inside his coat. A solid failure, that endeavour. ]

If we try and film them directly to the network the shy little bastards might blur out in real-time too.

Lucky us. At this point, they might be hiding from your taste in music.

[Natasha approaches the wall, pulling off a glove and running her fingers over the drawings. They're carved, as though etched into the drywall, which makes it even stranger. ]

Last time these started popping up, I wanted to scratch them all out. It was all I could think about.

When was the last time Peepers McCreepy showed up?

[ Screw this. While they're still exploring (and Nat is fondling an eyeball, he really hopes she doesn't activate it or set it off as would be just Jason's luck) he's going to do some ferreting around and find whatever looks useful. He's good at that for sure. Odds and ends capture his attention. A not-so weak, dusty magazine gets blown clean, shredded, and stuffed down his coat for extra insulation. ]

A few weeks ago. They're drawn in some of the buildings, too, and those seem more permanent.

[She turns at the sound of shredding paper, pulling her glove back on.]

You know, you could wear that wool coat under your leather jacket.

It wouldn't fit underneath without some altering and I don't have a needle or thread. Besides, it's better to use layers.

[ Some house, somewhere, has got to have a bunch of vaguely adaptable clothing. Whatever he can't use could always be bartered with someone else. ]

If this Eve was smart she'd have dumped us on a tropical island so we wouldn't want to leave, in theory. How long have you been here?

Almost two months, give or take.

[God, it feels longer.]

You get used to the mild frostbite eventually.

Nothing bad ever happens in Hawaii.

[ Fuck you, Hawaii. He misses Kori's nova-like heat so much, ugh. ]

Two months. How many monsters have you come across?

Except for the volcanoes and hurricanes.

[She crosses her arms, tilting her head at him.]

I've run into three. None of them have managed to kill me yet, though not for lack of trying.

[ That might be a mutter of WARM volcanoes. ]

What are they like? I've seen the, uh, apparitions floating around, [ there's no such thing as ghosts so he refuses to use that word, ] they seem disorientated.

jason todd, dc comics: rebirth

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