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: LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME Something about the light of the tablet just seems so alluring. You feel compelled to it, checking the network every free moment, and getting agitated when you can't; you need to talk to people, you need to talk to them now, and hopefully they'll actually respond. Maybe others are having similar attachment problems... Only one way to find out. TWO: CAN WE GET ANOTHER LIFELINE OR TWO? So that's it. You're stuck. Maybe there's some kind of a coded message you simply can't decipher. Maybe it's as simple as something's blocking your way and you've got a few tools scattered around, but you can't figure out how to use them to solve whatever puzzle is keeping you from progressing. Or maybe it's something else entirely. Either way, you have no idea how to get around it. Luckily for you, there's a whole network full of helpful - or maybe unhelpful - souls. Perhaps it's time to ask for some assistance? Someone else is bound to have some kind of insight. Action Prompts THREE: SWING BATTER BATTER SWING BATTER BATTER SWING The toy store is nice and cozy, even though sometimes it feels like the dolls are watching you. So you've stayed here for just a little too long, and you're starting to notice... things. But that's just your imagination, right? They can't actually be watching you. They can't actually be moving, either. That door opening? Those footsteps? Maybe they're just a figment of your imagination. ...or maybe they're not. Maybe you should take a baseball bat to whoever that is and find out. FOUR: A FATAL FUGUE Sunset is fast approaching. You can see some buildings up ahead - if you hurry, you'll make it indoors just in time. But wait! Do you hear someone calling for help and feel compelled to investigate? Do you feel a debilitating headache coming on? Or do you suddenly get a really, really bad feeling about actually walking through those doors? If you don't snap out of it, it could be deadly. Luckily, there's someone already in that house that might be able to drag you to safety, with or without your approval.

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Aerith Gainsborough | Final Fantasy VII

[flowermateria]

Action - 4
;;

Hello?

[Aerith looks back; she definitely heard a voice, a whimper of some sort. Could someone be outside like she is? She turns back towards the house she can still reach, her hair whipping her face hard, cold.

She thinks of her flowers, back home in the Slums Church. She thinks of the light they'd get, as artificial as everything in Midgar was. She tries to conjure the feeling of warmth upon her face, instead of the cold, half-frozen strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, like tears.]

Is someone there? Come on, we can't stay outside!

[She's loud about it, louder than she'd like, but that noise. That noise sounded like a child, and she can't leave a child outside to die! She'd rather get whoever it is to safety and not make it herself, especially if it's only a little one.

She turns away from the house and towards the noise, pulling her coat closer to her chest and raising her shoulders up, trying to fight the vicious cold. It doesn't work very well.]

Hey, please, come on, let's get inside! I'll help you if you tell me where you are?

[deus_ex_phs]

[Maybe it's the wind whistling around the corners of the house. Maybe it's another hallucination. Maybe it's not, and the voice Kunsel could swear he hears outside is because there's someone outside. The possibility is enough to make it worth at least looking out the window.

When he does, his eyes widen behind his helmet. It's hard to see through the driven snow, but there's definitely a dark blur moving out there - moving away from the house. With a curse, he bolts for the door, tearing it open, and never mind what kind of figure he cuts. Almost no one here recognizes a SOLDIER uniform for what it is, or cares about it even if they did, and here and now that person-!]

Hey! [Cold air and snow blast the parts of his face that are exposed, but he ignores it with rising alarm.] What are you doing?! Get in here! Curfew's about to start!

THROW ME IF THERE'S TOO MUCH ASSUMING.

[heroproceeding]

[ She's supposed to be here. That's all he can think as he looks around through the falling snow while he types out another message to her through shaking hands. This was supposed to be their meeting point. He hadn't liked it- hadn't liked it at all. But she had been so damned avid about it. Wouldn't take 'No' for an answer. Four years had really changed her... or maybe she had always been this way and he had just never realized it.

It doesn't change the way he can hear his tablet going off in warning. Damn it, she's not going to make it. Just as stubbornly, he starts through the snow. Never mind that's the only house for at least a hundred yards. Never mind he might miss lockdown. Where is she? He has to find her!

It's only luck that it's not long after he starts- that he hears that familiar voice breaking through the air. That he starts to make out the form of someone not so far away. Barely discernible before but now- No, he knows that voice, even through the wind as it screams and he cups his hands in front of his mouth. ]

Aerith! Come on!

Totally assuming she's been here for a bit! Just kick me if I assumed too much or anything!

[meteorrains]

[It had only take a split second for his fingers to slip from hers, for his concentration to be broken and for her to become lost in the flurry of snow kicked up by the rapid wind. Panic washed over him, eyes frantically searching the empty expanse that now surrounded him, hoping to catch sight of her. She couldn't have gotten far, couldn't have made it for long through the thick drifts of snow.

The melodic sound of her voice catches him off guard, body twisting, seeking out the source, following it until he catches a bright pink blur. Something akin washes over him, even as the words sink into his mind and begin to make sense.]

There's no one there, Aerith. [No one within distance of sight and whatever noise she had heard to draw her away had been lost on him. Even so, his voice takes on a different, softer tone as he speaks to her, fingers reaching for her wrist, intent on pulling her back on track.]

ALSO ASSUMING THINGS YEAHHHH

[powersouls]

[One second, Aerith is right beside her, and the next, she's gone.

It's impossible to fight down the sudden rush of anxiety that makes her turn, even as she hears the other woman's voice just a few yards away. Fine. She's fine, and Tifa silently scolds herself for panicking for the millionth time. It's hard not to, hard not to be overprotective after everything that had happened.

Then it clicks that Aerith is calling to someone, and Tifa stops, straining to hear over the howl of the wind.

But there's... nothing, is there? Nothing she can hear, anyway.]

Aerith?

[Tifa crosses the distance between them, struggling through the snow until she's by her friend's side. She reaches out to touch Aerith's arm lightly, instinctively glancing down as her tablet screams at them to get inside. They only have a few minutes, and they'll be safe if they go now. There's a split second where she wonders if Aerith is really hearing someone who needs help, someone who's hurt or lost or worse, but she's also learned not to completely trust her senses in this place. Aerith hasn't had time to pick up that lesson yet.]

I don't think there's anyone there. We have to get inside before we're locked out.

[She's trying to keep her voice calm and level, even as she fights to be heard over the wind, but she can't fully prevent the anxious edge to her tone.]

I know I shouldn't but...

[canyouhandlethismany]

Sorry, in Kingdom Hearts he's really attached, big brother bear style, to Aerith...?

[Leon's eyes grow wide when he hears Aerith's voice- She is a sister to him in his world and even if the woman may be from that other Tifa's dimension she- shouldn't be there. He slalms the door open, walking outside]

A- [He manages to interrupt himself in time, no need to scare her if she doesn't recognize him. And if it's his Aerith she'll definitely call him by name, probably laugh a bit because he's letting his beard grow and they'll discuss about how glad both are because Yuffie is still safe- or something like that. And if she's not his Aerith there's no need to freak her out as a big, muscular leather and belts covered guy who misteriously happens to know her. ]
Come inside, the building is about to lock us outside!

[He raises an eyebrow when she speaks to someone else, in the dark he can see no one but Leon has his priorities set: the house seems safe, no monsters or strange noises as far as he knows, and Aerith can't stay in the snow.]

You go inside, if there are other people here I will wait for them.
[The man instintively placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to push her behind. He may be harsh but he's not going to let her freeze in the snow.]

If you don't mind-

[dragonsfang]

[ He wanted to help the woman, truly, but what could he do? She was hallucinating out there. What good would it do either of them? Besides, how could he... what could some hermit do to help her...? Still, from the door where he watches the Dragoon's heart aches. People died all the time, he was so used to it, but... maybe, this time... ]

You need to come inside! There is no one outside!

[ He hates the cold, and the outside temperature is only worse at night... This coat didn't do much to help, so he felt. Still he had to stop making excuses. The door is pushed upon and the Dragoon rushes outside towards the woman, stopping just before her. Instinct said to grab her, bring her inside but... ]

Please, come with me. We cannot stay outside much longer.

[ One ought not touch a woman without her express permission. ]

Ellie | The Last of Us | 2

[brickmaster]

[The video starts with an exasperated-looking teenager, grimacing down at the tablet to make sure it's working.]

Sooo... I found this message thing, on one of the walls here. Looks like it's in some kind of code or something? I've been trying to figure it out in case it's something useful. Buuuuut...

[And they turn the tablet around at this point to show a message scrawled on the wall with what looks like some kind of paint or tar. Whatever it is, it's in some kind of double or triple cipher.

It could be useful. It could be graffiti. Right now it's just jibberish. There's a bit of pen scratching below them, trying to crack the code. But clearly she hasn't gotten very far. And Ellie didn't exactly want to just sit here wasting hours trying to figure out some random message that could be anything.]

Well, that's all I got.

Anybody else got any idea what to do with this? [Her voice drops to a mutter, clearly more for herself but still audible on the feed.] Cause I haven't got a fuckin' clue.

@epicureanMinimalist; voice

[juniorganymedian]

[There is a polite, but dour voice on the other end of the line.]

It would appear to be a cipher, miss. Depending on the variety, it may require a key. Have you identified any other clues in the nearby vicinity?

@snailfan98, voice

[inruins]

Have you seen any other messages similar to it nearby, dear? [What sounds like an older woman's voice can be heard from the other side.] I believe you can take pictures with this device, so you could solve it somewhere warm hopefully.

video, @wiccandoit

[fanboyascended]

Run from the room full of crazy?

[ Yeah, Billy's incapable of being helpful. On, like, a cellular level.

Terrible trait for a superhero, that.

The teenage boy in a cape and creative headgear on the other end of the line does at least appear to be studying the cipher, though it's nothing he has an experience with at all. ]

-Have you tried speaking friend to enter?

@highwind, audio

[dragonsfang]

[ Well this is peculiar. More of this place's secrets? ]

Have you found anything around it of use?

[ Kain must admit, he's found it quite a bit more interesting than he should. ]

Something else to help crack the code?

Cullen Rutherford | Dragon Age

[skyholdmabari]

Action - 3

[Cullen can swear these noises are not natural. If there's a monster around, he's not going to be surprised, at all. Maker, but he hates this place. Nothing hardly makes any sense.

Cautiously, he wanders through the aisles of the toy store towards the sports equipment. He doesn't get most of them, but he knows this is where he'll find the best weapon.

He does - the stick is a good length and even if the end is curved, completely wrong for the kind of sword mastery Cullen knows, it'll have to do. He's tired of running away. His Inquisitor would not back away, so why does he keep on doing it?]

If only I had a sword...

[stolenparts]

[A sword? What would he ever need a sword for? As he's searching for a weapon in the sports section, he'll be able to hear the door creak deliberately open. There's a cold gust of wind and snow before the door closes again...and then...nothing. Whoever entered the store to provide Cullen some company doesn't make sound.

But...if Cullen goes to investigate, he'll see what looks suspiciously like a monster, a ghostly pale boy with half of his face badly burned, eye completely gone. The blonde youth only stares, his remaining eye wide and blank, his mouth pressed into a grim line.]

Ah. Hello.

[--Well, that can't be right. Monsters don't generally give any greeting, right? They just chase and devour.]

Billy Kaplan | Young Avengers

[fanboyascended]

1 - Video, @wiccandoit

[ The person in the video is a boy, late teens by the look of him. The most notable thing about him is that he's wearing a bright red cape that puts Vincent Valentine to shame. the more observant, however, might notice that he's got dark rings under his moving-too-rapidly eyes from not sleeping. ]

Hey, network.

Anyone else feeling a little... look, I'm a millennial and it's been a month since I could check tumblr, I can't actually tell the difference between 'normal internet use' and 'crippling technology addiction' anymore, but I think this is a little much. Right? Or am I the only one feeling this?

[ He's going to be pretty embarrassed if he's the only one feeling this. ]

@CaptSteveRogers; video

[starsandtights]

((OOC: Billyyyyyyyyyyy~ :D Sadly, MCU!Steve has no idea who he is, unless they've met in Snowhell already.))

[Bearded hobo Steve Rogers appears on the screen, also looking kinda pale and with deep rings under his eyes.]

So it's not just me, then. That's... unsettling. Can't stop looking at it, right? ...How long have you been feeling this way?

Inquisitor Malika Cadah | Dragon Age: Inquisition

[winquisition]

one - video, @cadash

[There is a very, very tired dwarf lady staring into the camera. Even more tired than usual. Massive unattractive bags under the eyes levels of tired. Awake only by the barest of margins tired.]

I've been having trouble sleeping lately.

[THANK YOU INQUISITOR OBVIOUS]

It's like I can't take my eyes off the tablet. There are so many messages to catch up on, and people are constantly making new ones. I keep telling myself I can do it once I've had some rest, but for some reason...

[She sighs and rubs at her eyes, trying to think of the best way to pose the question on her mind.]

I suppose what I'm asking is... is it possible to get addicted to these devices?

@TW; text

[maskintape]

if I can get addicted to taking tubes of shredded leaves and carcinogenic crap, lighting them on fire and breathing the fumes
then I'm p sure the answer is
"idk maybe"

Shara Bey | Star Wars

[damnbey]

Network; 1; video
@greenfour

...I think it just reminds me of home...

[Hesitant fingers brush against the tablet's screen. The light coming from it is the only source in the house Shara's found herself in, as it's late in the night, Norfinbury mostly quiet, besides her quiet murmurs to the network.]

I keep on expecting messages for Leia, asking me to come back. Hoping to see Poe's little face smiling at the camera.

[She's missing him grow up. She's missed so much, already, and now he's 9 and he's his own person already and he probably thinks she's dead, and it's unfair. She misses him so much - she misses Kei so much, too.

She reaches up, pressing the back of her hand against her mouth as she struggles not to cry.]

@CaptSteveRogers; video

[starsandtights]

[All kinds of alarm and distress and awkwardness here, because Steve's not entirely sure this lady means to be posting, it seems like such a private moment. He hesitates to intrude, but. She's sad. He can't just ignore her.]

Hey... [Smile?] My ugly mug's probably not the face you wanted to see, but... maybe better than nothing? [Smiiiiiiile?]

Emperor Kuzco | The Emperor's New Groove

[oldgroove]

Network - @grooveking ; voice

Attention Peasants: I've decided I'm officially going to be opening applications to be a part of my royal guard. Now, I know what you're thinking--Kuzco, babe, this opportunity is way too good to be true. The competition for such an honored position would be way too stiff for any of us average Joes and Janes.

[The self-important monologue cuts off, if only for a moment.]

I've considered this! But I'm a giver. I'll find a place for anyone. Like...Royal Foot Masseur or, if you're good at singing, I always need someone to provide vocals for my dance routines.

[He sighs.]

I know, I'm such a giver. Anyway so forward me your resumes, or whatever. A headshot would be nice, too. I don't like affiliating with ugly people. Look forward to hearing from you! Toodles!

video, @wiccandoit

[fanboyascended]

[ People incapable of resisting a good trainwreck: This guy. ]

You know, I could use a little padding on my college application. How's your country feel about Court Wizards?

Korra | Legend of Korra

[transpolar]

one. @avatar, video

[Korra's pretty tough, and she's no stranger to environments like this, but even she looks a little bit ragged as she turns on the video feed and adjusts the tablet a little. There's a furrow of worry above the bridge of her nose and a frown on her face.]

So...I've never seen anything like these, uh, tablets? Before. We didn't have anything more complicated than radios where I come from. [A small laugh, and some of the worry lines vanish from her face, though there's still some tension in her brow.] They're actually pretty cool! Kind of hard to get used to— there's a lot to keep track of. [Which probably explains why she looks downright sleepless, but she hasn't connected that to the tablet. She's had a lot on her mind.]

Does anyone know how they work? I have a friend back home who'd be really interested in this kind of thing.


three.

[Ugh, this place is creepy. She wouldn't say that the dolls scare her, but she'd definitely prefer if they weren't staring at her all the time. Especially since she's tried turning them to face the wall and they just end up facing her way with their too-big glassy eyes again.

What would really be cathartic is just setting them all ablaze, but she can't bend here, so fire is a much more precious resource than she's used to it being. She can't waste it on something like this or risk using it somewhere that she can't control it.

Even if it would make her feel a lot better.

She turns her head abruptly at the sound of footsteps at the other end of the shop. Despite herself, Korra feels a stab of fear, knowing that she can't bend her way out of trouble if it's come to find her. Still, she's done letting her fear control her, and so she clenches her fists and takes a few steps towards the source of the noise. Her voice is full with suspicion and bravado as she addresses her mysterious companion:] Who's there?

3

[fanboyascended]

[ Billy's not feeling so hot about stopping for the night in a toy store. He's clearly living in a horror movie, but he wasn't quite prepared to go from The Thing to Chuckie.

That's why he's moving pretty slowly back there, around the spooky dolls, and why he startles so hard he sends several of them crashing to the ground when he spins to spot Korra. ]

Whoa, whoa! Nobody - scary, or anything. If I were a ghost, I'd be Casper.

Manuel Laurin | OC (cWoD)

[standing_waters]

Three

He wouldn't have thought a toy store would be creepy. But, somehow, it was (in retrospect, it wasn't so surprising for this place), and it got worse the more time he spent in there. He's considering finding somewhere else to spend the night when a noise catches his ear.

The logical explanation would be another person, but he'd found that logic wasn't very reliable in this place. And he swears he's seen those dolls moving. He doesn't want to be too hasty but he certainly doesn't want to leave himself wide open in the event of killer dolls or possessed stuffed animals.

So Manny grabs one of the plastic wiffle bats and swings it once to test it out. Not an ideal weapon, but better than nothing. He turns to face the noises and clears his throat.

Kain Highwind | Final Fantasy IV

[dragonsfang]

Network - 1, Audio, @Highwind
[ At first he'd believed it to be cause of curiosity, technology such as this didn't exist in his homeworld. It seemed interesting, surely it couldn't be anything bad... Of course, if there was anything Kain knew best, it was the feeling of obsession. ]

Hello?

[ The prospect of talking to people was... unwelcome, it had been so long since last he'd done it. Even still, maybe it would ease the issues he was dealing with now. ]

If anyone is present... I've something I need ask.

Action - 3
[ A toy store, huh? It seemed like something his younger self might have enjoyed. Or, enjoyed if Cecil and Rosa were present, and if he wasn't in a strange town that seemed wish nothing more than to kill him and everyone else in it in traumatic ways. And, you know, if he was still a child and had any interest in the creepy dolls and mountains of balls. Seriously, for what use was there so many balls?]

Who is there?

[ The sounds of the place were beginning to drive the Dragoon mad, and he didn't want to deal with them all night. He didn't have any weapons, if there was something unfriendly here he was done for. Kain extends an arm and feels along the merchandise of the store, hoping to find something in the dark that he could use. All he could find was cold hard plastic of the dolls (which were really freaking him out now) or fuzzy stuffed animals... He wanders through the halls, on guard until he feels something else. Wooden, a slender grip that fit one's hands perfectly. ]

Ahh-

[ Apparently it's just in time that he found it, for the footsteps have once again drawn closer... ]

So... younger Kain?

[blessedmaiden]

[Rydia was one step away from telling whoever woke her up to get one of Bahamuth's horns where sun didn't shine- but... that voice. It sounded wrong, somehow, a bit more melodic than she remembered but you don't forget the voice of someone who rolled on the dirt with you countless times trying to survive. And who happens to be a decent babysitter for your daughter]

Kain?

[It's a 'the heck are you doing here' tone of voice, even if she knows no one decides to visit the city. A yawn is badly suppressed and she does turn the video feed on, showing herself in her whole sexiness -green hoodie, green hair and even a stream of drool falling from the left side of her mouth-. Still, she is still young the Rydia Kain knew and left behind with the others when Cecil, or, well, she still looks the same, despite rocking the hobo style.]

I can't believe they got you to... [The woman growns loudly before hilding up her tablet ] Anyway, ask away. I'm not sure if I can help but... eh.
[There's a long pause, then she finally has to admitit]
It's kinda nice to see you again.

Peggy Carter | MCU

[1946redvelvet]

Network; one
@besame; video

[There are many things Peggy wishes she could do, places she wishes to see, people she wants to meet. And yet here she is, sitting down on a dusty, creaky couch in a house that doesn't belong to her in a town that isn't home, looking down at this - this tablet thing that even Howard would have been amazed with.

She can barely sleep; she can only move slowly, during the day from house to house. She's never been this helpless, never felt this useless. It's not a feeling she likes.

And the tablet, it's - it's keeping her awake, too, so many messages and little films, she needs to keep looking at it, all the time.]

I wish there was a way to turn it off. [There's a sigh at the end of her words, frustration coiling low in her stomach. Nothing much to do about it.]

@betterhalf; text

[darkincrement]

There is.
It's called taking a hammer to it.

Dio | Zero Escape: Virtue's Last Reward

[myrmidowned]

network - 2; @leftfielder, video
This is bullshit.

[That's it. No introduction, no prelude, no content warning for foul language (sorry kids), just a very displeased man in a top hat with a... baseball-related username (that's a lie but it's his story and he's sticking to it) looking more pissed off than dapper.

He turns his tablet to broadcast what looks like the front door of a house. It's firmly closed (as it should be, because the sun is down and has been for hours). He reaches for the handle, jiggles it, tugs. Nothing. It's locked tight.]

I didn't sign up for another round of this seek a way out crap! Just let me open the door and go!

[Someone didn't get the memo. Or rather, he got it and promptly ignored it, because fuck you he's fabulous?? He should get to go wherever he wants? Don't even bother with this guy, just let him walk his ass out into a snowstorm and freeze, guys.]

action - 3;
[Yeah, those not-so-subtle hints in the description about taking a baseball bat to someone? He's doing it. He's absolutely doing it because he wants whatever rations you've got, and he doesn't care who he has to hurt to get them. He grips the bat tightly around the handle, raises it, and swings.]

I've got you now, you creepy doll!

[...he shouts, just to cover his tracks in case someone fends off the blow and calls him out on purposely attacking another person.]

2

[averytinyparticle]

...did you get yourself locked outside, Mr. Dio?

[What a fucking dumbass.]

Luna | Zero Escape: Virtue's Last Reward

[brokethefirst]

NETWORK - 2 @milkevoli; video

[The tablet only stays on her face for a brief second, her smile timid and soft, before the view is flipped to a worn puzzle against the side of a desk. Though the furniture stands just as worn and monochrome as its surroundings, the blocks comprising the stone dial pop with vibrants shades - the classic primaries, vibrant secondaries, seemingly at random.

A hand reaches to delicately turn one dial to green.]

Isn't this nice? I think this is the only thing colorful around this whole building. I know it might sound strange, but, um... it's a pleasant touch.

[A hesitation, before the screen turns back around to face the redhead, her glance a little shamed as it casts downward.]

Anyway, I suppose that isn't important. A puzzle needs a key, right? And, well... um, I'm afraid that's not something I have.

Does this puzzle, or these colors, remind anyone of anything...? [A tentative turn back to the dial, flicking another dial to green with a careful touch.] Even if you don't think it's important, I'd like to hear what you have to say.

ACTION - 4

[The cold wasn't foreign to Luna. Being on Rhizome-9 for so long had exposed her to her share of the harsh vacuum of space, absent of the warmth of the sun.

Snow, on the other hand, was something new entirely. Were their circumstances not so bleak at this very moment, she might have taken time to appreciate how beautiful it was. The warnings flash a red that breaks up that romantic picture, tearing her thoughts back to the device in her clenched hands... and the doors that seem so far away from her.

Her company rushing alongside her takes up her entire focus, attempting to plow their way to safety. They're together. They can make it... that is, until she hears something faint against the shriek of the wind. It halts her steps heavily in the snow, forcing her to snap around and look, blindly, for the source of the voice.

Leave her behind or wait for her - she'll still call out to you, nonetheless, in an attempt to alert you.]

W-wait a minute! Please...! Can't you hear, t-there's someone still out there...!

4

[averytinyparticle]

[Quark and Luna are definitely in this together. She's not his Grandpa, but she's from his world. So ever since she arrived, he was glad to find her and keep her company. He'd never, ever leave her out alone in the cold when lockdown's approaching--so it's good that there's a house not too far ahead. He's so excited to get inside to the...not warm, but at least less cold, it takes him a few paces to realize that she's not at his side anymore.

He whirls around when he hears her voice, his eyes wide and startled.]

Miss Luna! We don't have any time to stop! There's...

[He squints, making his hands a visor over his eyes to try and see better.]

I don't see anybody. I think it was just the wind!

Fiona | Tales from the Borderlands

[plundering]

Network - 2

[The video starts off pointing at a door with a combination keypad lock on it. There's a confusing line of numbers and symbols written on the door in what might be sharpie.]

So. I've been trying to break into this for about eight years.

[Fiona's voice is low and exasperated. She's never exactly been a codebreaker, but she didn't think it would be this much of a headache. She turns the tablet, giving the network a glimpse of her face before she holds up a scrap of paper, where it's obvious she was trying to figure out the combination. It's mostly frustrated scribbles and unfinished guesses, though. She sighs, apparently accepting defeat.]

Look, I don't know what I'm doing. Anyone have any ideas?

Action - 4

[It's almost lockdown, if the way Fiona's tablet is practically screaming at her is any indication. There's a house not far off, and, blessing of all blessings, it looks pretty big and in great shape. Not half collapsed, not surrounded by rubble, and hey - if her luck holds, maybe it won't be filled with creepy shit, either.

Snow is coming down heavily, the wind is terrible and the flakes are heavy and wet, sticking to her lashes and hair and making her feel even more cold than she usually does. Which she didn't think was possible. You learn something new every day in this place, apparently. But she's almost home free, and she's so ready to get inside, even if it's still freezing. At least she won't be wet.

That's when it hits her. Something she can't quite place, an intense wrongness that settles over her and makes dread curl in her gut. It's something about the house -- suddenly, every instinct she has is screaming at her to keep going, to find another place to stay even if they've only got a few minutes to search.

Fiona stops so abruptly she likely slams right into whoever she's traveling with. She's not one to get creeped out easily, but this is far more serious than that, and she's not used to ignoring her gut feelings.]

Hey!

[She raises her voice, yelling to be heard over the howl of the wind.]

We should keep going. Find somewhere else!

2; @guardian; video;

[phaseshifter]

Dude.

[ That sure is some quality code bulls.....tuff right there. Holy heck. Angel only specialises in the programming type of code - not so much this.

But hey! HELPING. ]

You've... probably tried converting the numbers into letters, huh. You know - A is one, B is two, etcetera?

[ angel pls ]