Test Drive

[snowblindmods]

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: THE THINGS THAT CRAWL IN THE NIGHT You haven't thought about the spiders that roam Norfinbury in awhile. But then something happens one night. It's after lockdown and you're all alone, but you can't sleep. How can you, when every time you try to drift off you hear the sounds of scurrying little legs? The sound gets louder, it multiplies, until its all around you. But where--where? Maybe they bugs are beneath the wallpaper, maybe they're under the floorboards. Maybe they're in the furniture. Or maybe, maybe they're just in your head. The tablet is the only thing you have to turn to. Even if you're the only one experiencing these sounds, maybe someone can talk you down, convince you that it's just a brief episode of paranoia that you can unwind from. TWO: IT WAS ONLY JUST A DREAM You wake up late into the night. You dreamed you were crawling through a tight, closed space, your body scraping against the metal, and know you don't belong here. Where are you going? The vent is dark, and you don't have your tablet with you. You think there's someone behind you, but you can't be sure. You pull yourself forward with one of your arms. And then you pull yourself forward with your other arm. And then you pull yourself forward with a third--one you shouldn't have. One that doesn't even belong to you. Once your eyes are open you can still feel those extra limbs extending outward from your body, thin spider legs grabbing at air, clawing for purchase--but then the feeling passes. You're just you, and now you can't get back to sleep. Maybe someone else had the same dream? Action Prompts THREE: RATE YOUR DISCOMFORT You and your traveling companion have found an easy routine. Travel, search, hunker down, try to find a semblance of warmth and comfort for the night before you sleep and start all over again. You don't question when they offer you the last of the fresh fruit from your last run to the grocery store. It's a kind gesture, and perhaps you intend to return it the next chance you get. But the food sits uncomfortably in your stomach. You can feel it, can't you? It's not churning inside of you but moving, squirming, crawling. Nothing relieves it. It doesn't hurt but you feel sick, you find yourself shuddering, but when you show your companion your shaking hands they don't seem to notice the way that your skin ripples with something unseen just underneath. Whatever you ate isn't just in your stomach. It's inside. You can feel it tickling up your throat, reaching up up up. FOUR: IT SLEEPS BENEATH THE SNOW You're almost there: the building is just ahead of you, and just in time for lockdown. The coast is clear...at least, that's what you think before the ground around the building begins to move. The snow shifts, snaking in a wide, giant circle around it. And then the monster reveals itself, snow falling from its hardened exoskeleton in chunks, a giant centipede-like anomaly with too-human eyes and hundreds of legs like stilettos decorated with razor blades. It has you and your traveling companion in your sights--you're going to have to think faster than it can reach you if you want to get around it and into the house before the door locks and dooms the both of you.

Comments

Zidane Tribal | Final Fantasy IX

[tidalflame]

[TWO]

@tantalus; voice

Hey, if the spiders in the walls are watchin' us then who are they reporting back to? Eve? Is she really alive? Or...real?

A real lady?

Maybe...she's. I dunno.

Oh, man, I'm really tired.

[A yawn.]

I forget where I was goin' with this....

[THREE]

[Zidane is grateful for the food but is regretting having actually eaten it. The queasy feeling radiates from the pit of his stomach and out into his extremities and he can swear there is something twitching around in there.

It must be his imagination.

Yeah, that's it...

He sits in a corner, his hands tucked into his coat and his tail wrapping around him. Rest, that's all he needs. Maybe this will just subside on its own.]

[FOUR]

[Well, that's horrifying.

Zidane peers into the human-like eyes as they roll towards him. For a brief moment he wonders what this thing is, then he is moving. No time for wondering, they have to act now.

He grabs his companion's hand and starts running]

TWO - @Spoiler; audio

[spoileralert]

She's probably real, possibly a lady, and maybe alive.

You sound tired.

[ Steph hasn't slept more than 5 hours at a time in the last six months, so can attest that you do, in fact, get used to it. ]

Castiel | Supernatural

[godsspeed]

One

@whatisthis; text

Are there species of spider with bites strong enough to do more than momentarily annoy a human? And are they able to survive in this sort of environment?

I believe I'm surrounded by a great number of them, and I'm having trouble gauging how much of a threat they actually are.

I don't like this.

Four

[Castiel whirls to face the great beast the moment it erupts from the snow, moves almost without thinking to put himself between it and his companion. He is a soldier of Heaven, after all, and he's crushed far grander foes than this pitiful worm.]

Go. I'll hold it off.

[But there's a snag - his hand twitches, trying to find a blade that isn't there. He searches through his eons-long memory for a relevant spell of banishment, but this is no creature of his world, and the power of Heaven no longer answers him. He tries to flare open his wings and move, gain some advantage through maneuverability, but they're gone, as gone as his sword and his grace and his power.

He's useless. Completely and totally useless, and stuck rooted to the spot as he stares down the grim realization for what must be the hundredth time today and also the giant arthropod for the first.]

1 - @itsybitsy; text; i had to pick this prompt tbh

[redrooms]

You "believe" you're surrounded? Are you not sure?

4

[bakalavr]

No, you will not.

[ This isn't spoken from some grand, noble design -- more of a stubbornness, almost accompanied by a childish stomp of his foot. Daniil holds no love for this man, but self-sacrifice is both pointless and infuriating. He's backing up, by no means willing to put himself in danger to save Castiel, but still calling to the other man. ]

Your legs still work, yes?? So use them.

4

[skelecycle]

[6 Juggernaut Star watches Castiel's stand-off for a moment. Not because it's particularly reluctant to let the other (lesser, in its opinion) angel die for its own sake. Rather, it wishes to see how Castiel intends to fight this creature.

It doesn't take for him to see that it isn't going to. Reaching for a blade that isn't there - a simple, subtle motion that 6 Juggernaut Star has seen countless times over the millennia, and results in the death of the fool, more often than not.]

YOU'LL DO NAUGHT BUT FEED THIS BEAST, FOOL.

[What a humiliating situation to find himself in - without its secondary body with which to fight this beast. Its Patram Sword Hand martial arts won't do much against this creature without the use of its actual hands.

No, at the method, escape is the far more wide option. Not just for 6 Juggernaut, but for this simpering little meat-angel as well.]

RETREAT NOW. WE WILL SLAY IT WHEN WE ARE BETTER PREPARED.

@jwatson; text

[jumpthegun]

There are an exceptional variety of spiders that have venom that can be deadly to humans. But none of them could survive here. Sorry, do you mean you're actually seeing spiders? There are small robotic ones inhabiting the vents. Are they coming out?

yosuke hanamura (persona 4)

[goodanswer]

( 2. voice )

[Yosuke has to wait a long time for his gasping breaths to slow down before he dares pick up his tablet. Even then, when he does start a new recording, he sounds winded and agitated, his voice strained and pitched higher with feigned humor.]

Whoa, haha, I th-think I ate some really bad food. Like, um, major nighttime indigestion-level food. Anyone else eat something weird today?

[Not that what just happened was anything remotely like eating an entire pack of Pringles before bed and having fever dreams about drama stars for the rest of the night.]

...um, it's way too cold here for b-bugs to survive, right?

( 3 )

[Okay, no.

He has definitely eaten something weird this time.

No, not weird, but bad - horrible, even - no, worse, horrifying, but now it's inside him and moving around and there's nothing he can do. Something's in there. It's trying to get out, poking at the bottom of his esophagus like carbonated heartburn.

Yosuke had collapsed a few minutes ago and stayed hunched over, clutching his stomach, oblivious to whatever his companion was doing in response to the apparent emergency. But now he jolts up, teeth gritted tightly, eyes bloodshot and wide.]

WHAT the fuck did you give me to eat earlier?!?

3 | MYSTERY FOOD X

[pitythefool]

[Oh, kids. Always so needlessly overdramatic. Like how pro footballers barely even bump shoulders with their opponents and that's all it takes to send them tumbling to the ground, clutching their legs as though they'll lose them at any given moment.

Yosuke's no different. All this time he's spent yammering on about food, how hungry he is, how he needs to eat... And now the moment he does, even that's not good enough for him.]

Hey, don't look at me, kiddo. You're the one who scarfed it all down!

[Besides, there's no chance Adachi would've been able to tamper with any food they would've found - not with Hanamura watching his every single step.]

2

[tidalflame]

[A husky young voice answers, also a bit tight with forced humor.]

Yeah, totally.

Way too cold.

Why?

Tohru Adachi | Persona 4

[pitythefool]

[ONE | VOICE]

Okay, okay, okay. Drop whatever-it-is you're doing right now and listen. Just - humor me for a second.

[The shaky, nasally voice at the other end of the network falls silent to let his surroundings do the talking for him. You can easily hear the wind outside, the rattling of the house, the chattering of Adachi's teeth, the faint hum of the tablet running in the background... But there may or may not be something else you might hear as well.

At least, that's what Adachi is hoping to determine. When next he speaks, he does so with a shrill sort of whisper.]

Do you - Do you hear that? Please tell me I'm not the only one that hears that...!

[FOUR | ACTION]

[Well. This is happening.]

Holy...!

[There's a memory from back home that he'd rather not think about right now. A time when Nanako-chan decided to show him an earthworm she'd found when tending to the garden just outside her house. She'd been so startled to see just how extreme his reaction had been - after all, her teacher had been telling her all about what amazing creatures worms were. And not just the worms, but insects as well. How important they were for a healthy environment.

Staring down that - that creature that's just unearthed itself from the snow up ahead, Adachi would like nothing more than to take that stinking teacher and throw them right at the beast. Show them just how wrong they really were. But all the detective can do is stare at the monster, hand clapped over his mouth, practically paralyzed with horror. He feels like he's going to throw up.]

Y-You've gotta be shitting me...

1

[goodanswer]

Hey, guess what! Nobody cares.

[Smells like a scam. Or vying for attention. Or both.]

Kuro | Blue Exorcist

[mycatfromhell]

Two | Video | @Kuro

[If there had been anyone in the house with Kuro, the cat sidhe would have woken them up after his nightmare. But there wasn't, so the network at large is treated to a giant upset cat at three in the morning.]

Hello! [That exclamation is the sound of an animal looking for attention instead of any kind of greeting, and he nudges the tablet with a paw that's bigger than the device. Come on, somebody, talk to him.]

I had a bad dream and there isn't anybody here and I don't like it. I don't want to be a spider!

Three | Action

[Normally, a cat's purr is a comforting thing, even the deep rumble of a cat the size of a small car. But when the cat in question is trying to hide in a corner and incessantly grooming instead of being his usual social and cuddly self, it's clear that something's not quite right.

And even if that isn't clearly odd, the purring just does not stop. For hours.]

Four | Action

Run! [Kuro shouts, growling and bristling as he jumps over the group to stand between his new human friend and the anomaly.

Kuro is seven and a half feet tall at the shoulder, and cat sidhe are notoriously difficult to take down once enraged. He's more than able to take down another demon, and he isn't thinking about the differences between his opponents back home and the thing in front of him right now.

Either let the giant cat sacrifice himself for you, or try to talk some sense into him.]

@Iwillnot ; video

[absentconstellation]

Hello.

[ Hi there large black cat. Here is a small black cat. ]

I do not believe you are in any danger of being a spider.

Three

[tidalflame]

[Zidane is slumped against a wall, sitting on his tail with his hands tucked into his sleeves, trying to huddle away from the cold still hanging in the air.

The large cat is acting odd but purring means he's feeling okay...right? He doesn't know much about cats.

When the rumbling doesn't stop he finally looks up.]

Yo, turn down the motor, would ya?

Four

[thewarningafter]

You can't fight it! You'll pass out the second it touches you!

[Like hell is Stephen going to let the giant cat sacrifice himself. He reaches up to sink his hand into the fur on Kuro's flank, insistent on being heard.]

kit walker / american horror story

[bugged]

the things that crawl in the night

@kit; voice

[ normally kit wouldn't resort to sending an audio message in the middle of the night like this but he's been awake for hours now, listening to the skittering and scratching that seems to be coming from all around him.

his heart is pounding so hard he thinks it might burst by the time he finally decides to reach for his tablet. maybe this is just a thing here, maybe it's normal. maybe he's silly for being so afraid.

or maybe it's not, and he's not. ]

Look, I don't wanna sound crazy or anything but I swear I hear things crawling around. I can't tell if they're inside or not, could be in the walls maybe.

Anyone else have the same problem, or am I just lucky?

it was only just a dream

@kit; text

This is kind of a weird question but I figure what better place for weird questions than a weird place like this, right?

Is it normal to have dreams that feel real? I mean dreams so real you almost have to wonder if they were dreams at all.

it sleeps beneath the snow

[ kit and his super lucky companion have been traveling all day in search of new shelter. unfortunately they'd set out on a path devoid of much of anything and by the time the sun starts to dip lower and lower in the sky, kit's worried.

however, it seems they're in luck! the speck on the horizon they've been trudging towards turns out to be a cabin and if they hurry they'll make it in time.

….however, again, shortly after it turns out they're actually not really in luck at all, because that sure is one hell of a terrifying monster blocking their path. kit freezes (hurhur) in his tracks, eyes wide. ]

Holy shit!

[ that's his contribution. here's hoping his fellow traveler is a quick thinker. ]

holy shit kit!!!! also #3

[powersouls]

[Tifa has been here long enough that the monsters don't make her freeze in horror anymore, so she reacts instinctively, grabbing Kit by the arm and dragging him towards a narrow path in the rubble.]

Hurry up! We have to run!

just a dream

[undersexed]

Dreams in general or the dreams you have here?

[ Zoe thinks there's a huge difference. ]

Fiona Addison | OC

[sageadvice]

[two]

@sunnydays - audio

[A tense female voice comes cautiously over the network.]

Hello? Is anyone awake right now?

I just had a dream I was a spider. I think this place is getting to me.

[four]

["Sunshower", as the young woman calls herself, is deciding that there are in fact drawbacks to the Bohemian look. Namely the look doesn't do anything for her when trudging through knee-high snowdrifts against freezing winds. She's relieved to finally see a building, but as she gets close, one of the high piles of snow moves and shifts, revealing what can only be called a monster. Well, shit.]

Oh, god. Uh. Okay, this is new. Don't- don't freak out. Don't freak out. What'd everyone say about the creatures here?

[Probably things that involved being able to feel her hands.]

Nice nightmare fuel.

4!

[theurgy]

[Cassel hasn't been traveling with Sunshower very long, but he already finds himself avoiding saying her name because it's ridiculous. Maybe that's ironic, coming from a guy with a name like his, but he can't help it. He's focused on the fact that his toes are going numb, anyway, which he's almost positive is a bad sign, but seeing that... thing pull itself up out of the snow is enough to distract him. Of course, Cassel instinctively tries to push his new hippie friend behind him, because that's a foolproof plan.]

Holy shit.

[The anomaly doesn't come for them, though, not right away. He freezes, eyes locked on it.]

Step back. Slowly.

Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV

[blindloyalty]

Caution: Contains FFXV Spoilers

Two

@igniscientia

[Nightmares were common enough for Ignis. They were common for everyone who had gone through the things he had, and were the way he was. Countless articles had told him so. Even then, his nightmares always had pretty distinct themes and players.

So this was a stand out. He sits for a couple moments before locating his tablet to make a voice post. His voice is business-like, but the unease is close under the surafce.]

My apologies, my siblings in circumstance. I know it’s the middle of the night, but I can’t seem to ease my anxieies. I’ve never had nightmares like these before arriving here. And whilst unpleasant, they always made sense.

What I mean is— They were never actually worse than things that had already happened.

I can’t say I’m looking for comfort exactly, but I would like to know if it’s common.


Four

I’m going to assume that isn’t good.

[Ignis turns his attention towards the anomaly easily enough with all the sound it was making. And the distance the snow was coming from it- Not good. This thing was huge. If only he had a weapon or a handful of magic. If only. And if only he could actually see it or sense it he could make a better plan.

His jaw sets as his mind scrambles for an answer.]

On my count, I’ll take it’s attention. You must get to safety and warn the others on the network. I’ll lead it away and catch up if I can.

@no; 2

[lucisdreamer]

Wow, it must be bad if it's keeping you up past your bedtime.

[You know how it is, gotta be sassy.]

...I can't say that the dreams here are any less... vivid than what I'm used to, but the content is certainly something else, that's for sure.

Harleen 'Harley Quinn' Quinzel ; DCAU

[loveismadness]

[ two ; voice ]

@harleyquinnxoxo

Heya, gang, I think somthin' weird is goin' on....I've never been the best at tellin' fantasy from reality, but I also ain't never had more than two hands before...

[she giggles nervously, pausing before speaking again.]

I mean, shit like this prolly happens 'round here all the time. I'm from Gotham, so I dunno what I'm so worried about. But yeah, anyone else feelin' real 'handsy'? Heh.....

@hotstud_xxx; text

[rubikscomplex]

multiple hands is all the rage these days, babe
we're working toward a base 20 counting system
go with it

Dave Strider | Homestuck

[shenunigans]

NETWORK PROMPT ONE:
@turntechGodhead
so im not claiming to be any sort of entomologist here
because quite frankly
who goes all the way through college to study bugs
like
oh yeah im a lawyer
im a doctor
we graduated harvard
oh yeah me too
oh yeah what did you study
bugs
now little tim stand up and tell the class what do you want to do when you grow up
bugs
lets not pretend there isnt a little bit of a fetish that comes into play when you decide to dedicate your life health and worldly fortune to studying jiminy fuckin crickets
and what do you do after that
work in the fields
work in museums
or is it like marine biology where shit is so competitive you end up working in a pet store bagging up fish for the sole consumption of greasy little toddlers
so like
you become an exterminator right
your one true passion is bugs and now your career is based on hunting them down and killing them for peanuts

which brings me to my next point
are there exterminators here
like hired exterminators
because thats top priority on a very small list of things we need to improve the overall atmosphere of this godforsaken snow hell
maybe one of you guys was an exterminator back home
in which case my bad
totally didnt mean anything i said earlier
especially the fetish stuff
that was a sick prank


anyway
termites
how do you know if a place is abundant in them
is it not too cold for an abundance of bugs
and when you hear bugs is the sound like
visceral
like the sound of chewing permeates your inner being so much so that it feels like these tiny little insectoid piranhas are actually feasting on your bone marrow

cuz i kind of feel that right now
and i assume thats normal
as with most things here

@featherydouche; text

[mrcreamsicles]

youre talking about bugs but all im hearing is a herd of teal deer charging across the touch screen keyboard
whats the problem bambi did the hunter come to murder your mom again
doesnt that fucker know when enoughs enough
whats he going to do hunt down her carcass and open fire
doesnt he know its no use shooting a dead deer
fucker thought it was just corporeal punishment for horses but if its got hooves and its deceased the clause still carries
now hes off to nature jail
which is like regular jail but the bars are made of tree branches and the squirrels come to judge you
you might think chomper there is just chewing his walnut but take a good hard look in those beady little eyes
he knows what youve done
he knows your sins
but while im mixing ants for antlers lets get back to the point
no theres not actual insects here
but yes there are things that are like bugs
as in spiders
robospiders
the admin has a stock of them hiding out beneath the town or something for all her weird admin needs
and why youre hearing them no i dont know but its probably not good
the weird shit here rarely is

Hugo Vasquez | Tales from the Borderlands

[24karat]

prompt : one.

@va$quez ; text
okay look, there's a lot of things i can put up with. freezing my ass off in all this snow? fine, sure. whatever the hell keeps roaming around at night? little less okay, but i've got this, don't you worry.
8 million spiders, though? i'm gonna have to draw the line there, as i'm sure any reasonable person would.
[ He'd already tried tearing up a few things to get at them, reasoning that if he squished a few, perhaps the rest would get the idea and leave-- this hasn't at all gone how he'd planned, and every upturned piece of furniture stands (or lays, really) as testament to how that had gone. For once, force was not the answer, and now he has to rethink the question in-between complaining about it. ]
we don't have an exterminator or something around, do we. that'd be too convenient, which doesn't seem to be a word anybody around here even knows.
how the hell do spiders even survive out here?? this is bullshit.


prompt : three.

[ The fruit had been a peace offering of sorts, taken cautiously and subtly inspected before he'd even dared to try it. It was a peach, soft-skinned and a little worse for wear, but after having to scrounge on his own for a few days, Vasquez wasn't about to turn down food offered so freely. Joke's on them for thinking he'd return the favor, though-- he'd make a show of considering it just to keep relations above-board, but he knew exactly where that was going. His temporary companion could mark that one down as a loss, whether they'd realized it yet or not. ]
[ For all the sticky sweetness, the peach brought something foul with it. Vasquez hadn't noticed when the symptoms had started creeping up on him, softly and gradually-- something was far from right, and the twisting in his gut was enough of an indication that what was already bad was about to get far worse. But despite his efforts to show what was wrong, nothing was coming across-- either his companion was about as observant as a rock, or it was all in his head. The second option was unacceptable. ]

[ The sickly feeling is back with a vengeance, slithering its way through his throat like an agitated python-- he retches on instinct, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth as though it was going to help at all. Rather than get a good eyeful of the disgusting way whatever's gotten inside him twists under his skin, he screws his eyes shut, scowling under his hand. That's what he got for trusting anybody out here-- there was probably a parasite of some sort in the fruit, just waiting for its chance to kill something. And unfortunately for Vasquez, it looked like he'd been the sucker after all. Pale and clearly nauseous, he straightens up, doing his best to keep his dignity intact despite how utterly awful everything felt right now. ]

Yeah, whatever you were planning with-- that? The fruit? Fuck you. [ He runs a hand through his hair, trying to mask how bad he's shaking. Keep your cool, Vasquez-- he has to remind himself not to just start trying to beat the shit out of the person before him, and it's a little hard. They might have some kind of remedy, or at least information on whatever it was they'd done to him; either one could mean the difference between being rid of this thing or having to deal with it for longer, so he'd have to play it a little safer than that. ]
You're not gonna get the best of me. So why don't you just-- [ Another lurch, and he doubles over, effectively ruining his building efforts at being intimidating. It just...really isn't his day, is it? ]

1; @guardian; text

[phaseshifter]

The current prevailing theory is that they're robots! Or otherwise inorganic in some way. It seems more likely than them being genetically enhanced to be able to withstand the cold!
Or at least cheaper. Same reason Hyperion employs wide-spread use of loaders instead of modded stalkers, right??

Mary Morstan-Watson | BBC Sherlock

[agravating]

[Two]

@memorstan; voice

[Her voice is quiet, deceptively calm, low. Those that know her may hear the tightness, the just audible concern as she speaks, carefully soft and slow.] I don't suppose anyone else is still up?

[Three]

[Still hands, steady nerves, being at the top of her game--all are requirements of her profession. But her hands are shaking, something prickles under her skin, unnatural and unnerving. Something is crawling, from her fingers and up her arm, tip-toeing across her chest, skittering down her spine and all the way to her toes. She feels sick, her heart fluttering in her chest. Something is climbing up her throat, and she can barely breathe for it.

Brown eyes look up, holding both hands in front of her. They shake. She shivers, the way she had when nausea had kept her awake all hours of the night.]

I think I'm going to get settled early.

[Four]

[It takes just a second, just a moment for her to process. Then she turns, reaches for her traveling partner's hand, and grabs it tightly, breaking into a sprint.]

Run! I have an idea!

@jwatson; voice

[jumpthegun]

[John jumps immediately to this. He's been trying to get to Mary and been keeping a close watch on her network presence.]

Yeah, I'm up.

[He's always up.]

What's wrong?