Test Drive

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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: HUNTING SEASON You wake up in the morning to find that a new application has appeared on your tablet. It's labelled "SCAVENGER HUNT" and when you open it, you find a long list of items that, if the title is anything to go by, need to be collected. At first, the items seem rather innocuous; things like bottle caps, napkins, Scotch tape, mittens. As the list continues, though, the items become a little more interesting. Where are you going to find "one pint of type O- blood"? How does one collect a "cry for mercy"? Does the "human sacrifice" need to be human? Most importantly, what are you supposed to do with these items once you've collected them all? Maybe you should check your list with the Network. Some folks might be willing to pool resources. TWO: ONE, TWO, SKIP A FEW Sometime yesterday, you noticed that a timer placed itself on the Network. Contacting the Admin about it provided no explanation, of course, and nobody's tablet buddy seems to have any answers. It started from zero and began counting upwards, seconds ticking away like lightning, but nothing was happening, so there was nothing to be done. Suddenly, however, you can't help but notice the count stutter and jump upwards to 99 hours in. And then, at 100, it stops and vanishes. As far as you can tell, nothing's changed, but it's disconcerting enough that you can't get it off your mind. Maybe someone else on the Network has some theories. Action Prompts THREE: WHAT WE DO WITH THE SHADOWS You and your companion decided that, for whatever reason, this house was worth investigating. It took something unorthodox—like moving all the furniture to one place, illuminating certain segments of the room, reciting a message, or maybe something else—but by doing it, it seems you've invited another guest. It's a shadowy figure with no face and no discernible limbs, and it goes wherever you go, lingering behind you just so that you can only ever see it out of your peripheral vision. Your companion can see it well enough, though, and sometimes it follows them instead. It doesn't seem to be hostile, but can you know that for sure? Either way, lockdown has already fallen, and you're stuck with it through the night. FOUR: WHO LET THE DOGS OUT? You’ve just gotten comfortable for the night with your traveling companion when something odd happens. You hear an animal. A dog? A cat? A bird? Maybe the sound is coming from outside, or in the other room. Maybe you feel it brush or flutter past you without anything being there. Or maybe you even see it…just out of the corner of your eye, as it darts around a corner. You feel like maybe it’s trying to alert you to something, somehow. Or maybe you just really want to see if you can coax it out. Careful, though, get too close too quickly and you may aggravate it. As phantom as the animal may seem, the claw marks you receive for your trouble feel very real.

Comments

Undertaker | Kuroshitsuji

[exequies]

Network: Two Audio; @ofcorpse

How curious... I wonder what that was all about?

[The attached voice sounds like it's far, far too casual about the situation. It's also ambiguously 'old' sounding, with a distinctly London working class accent.]

Action: Three

[Undertaker keeps trying to tilt his tablet this way and that, as if he might catch a glimpse of the shadow behind him from the reflection off it's surface despite the thick bangs that fall into his face. He's become entirely distracted by the task, giving up any hope of sleep as the minutes tick by and he just keeps switching positions, whether it's flopping over onto his back on the floor to force it from following behind him, or getting up to pace the area.

For the moment, he's settled with his back against a wall and his legs bent up nearly to his chin, device resting on his knees. It's only a matter of time before he cocks his head at his current victim companion and voices his thoughts.]

It's sort of endearing isn't it? I think it's taken a liking to one of us, ^hee hee.

three

[rubikscomplex]

Better you than me, bro. I can sense a connection between you two. Maybe you should stop moving every five minutes and embrace your new shadow.

[Someone is annoyed. House has been trying to capture video of their 'companion' and is presently attempting to see if there's any change when shining his penlight on it and viewing it through his magnifying glass. His own investigations would be easier if the other guy would stop moving, which he has, and stop talking, which he hasn't.]

[exequies]

[He isn't likely to stop any time soon, either. Annoying House is almost too easy, though it isn't as though he has a difficult time of it with anyone else, either.]

That's taking things a bit fast, isn't it? We aren't even on first name basis, yet. [So no, he's not going to do something quite that reckless.]

[rubikscomplex]

Do it for science?

[He doesn't care about your romantic life, Undertaker. And he wants to observe when you let that thing get on top of you.]

The shadowy ones outside don't do anything.

[That they know of.]

[exequies]

[You have strange kinks, House.]

Hmm. [Though if he's going to be completely honest, he's curious about what it is, too. And after a few more seconds he stands again and begins to search their surroundings for something. Like an object to poke it with.

Of course, he doesn't say as much and the shadow trails behind him again while he moves.]

[rubikscomplex]

[House has a number of poking implements attached to his backpack, including a wooden croquet mallet, a wooden cane, and a makeshift mace made of some kiddie weights attached to a jump rope with a basketball net.

House stays where he is and illuminates the shadow's progress as it tracks the other man.]

That thing's got a serious hard-on for you, though. Maybe it was a barber in another life.

[He's totally making fun of your hair.]

Or a manicurist.

[And your nails.]

[exequies]

[He'll take the croquet mallet for 500, Alex. Literally take it, as in he doesn't ask when he removes it from House's pack and gives it a little swing or two.

All the other man's ribbing gets in response is a grin and a giggle. If House wants to really insult him he'll have to try harder than that.]

I was thinking an arm's dealer, actually.

[rubikscomplex]

[House visibly bristles when Undertaker just takes his mallet.]

Find something else to swing, Scarface, and put it back.

[witcraft]

[poor little sieglinde has been lying on the floor, trying to sleep. which is already an extraordinarily difficult task, given that she's slept on comfortable mattresses all her life rather than cold stone floors — but undertaker is not helping, with all his flitting and flouncing about, and she tolerates it for all of maybe ten minutes before she sits up and snaps:]

Gah! Can't you give it a rest?! If you must play with the shadow, do it quietly!

[...though given the condition of her legs, she probably shouldn't yell at the only person around.]

i'm not sure which one of them i feel sorriest for

[exequies]

[Well, it gets him to pause for a second or two of sweet silence so it works in that regard. Until he opens his mouth again.]

You aren't interested in it, even a bit? [What's more, she doesn't seem to be frightened by it. That's interesting.]

the shadow, who has to watch this trainwreck

[witcraft]

If it were an evil demon it would have done something by now, right? And it's not a werewolf, so I don't have any business trying to talk to it.

[fantastic logic from an eleven-year-old, really. she huffs and flops back onto the floor.]

I'm a little interested... but I'm more interested in trying to sleep.

shadowbro just nopes out

[exequies]

[As though demons are anything other than evil, Sieglinde. Her response just gets an amused raise of his faint brows, out of sight behind his hair. Yes, perfectly infallible logic.]

Maybe that's its plan. Just biding it's time waiting for the most opportune time to attack.

[He raises his hands for emphasis, fingers splayed and bent rather claw-like at her, though stopping shy of touching.]

two! (have a different flavor of hugh laurie)

[preuxchevalier]

@smashingspats | audio

I say, um... you saw that counter whatsit, too? Has anything happened? Not a dashed thing Woosterward. You don't suppose it could have been some sort of timer for the exit?

[He sounds incredibly posh and incredibly British. Also very nervous. Bertie doesn't much care for countdown timers. It does chill a body to the bone when it's something like a test.]

[exequies]

[Oh, excellent. He might be able to have some fun with a Toff.]

Haven't the foggiest on my end, but it might be. Or it could mean our time's run out. I wonder...

[preuxchevalier]

Run out? [Bertie swallows. That sounds rather final.] But... well, we're still here, what? And the numbers were hopping about like a kangaroo filled up to the ears with springs. We've got ages. Didn't some bird say something about at least another hundred days?

[He's banking on that being true.]

[exequies]

If you want to believe they're telling the truth, certainly.

[Undertaker tends not to listen to authority himself, unless he's absolutely sure it applies. For various reasons.] Though we still seem to be intact, so things are looking up! For now.

[preuxchevalier]

Why... why wouldn't they be?

[Bertie tends to assume he's being told the truth, even when it's patently ridic. How would he know with a place like this?]

It just really wouldn't be on some bird handing out false messages, what? We've got enough to be carrying on with, I'd say. Like this timer, business. I say! Do you think it could be something for that beazel running everything underground? Like an egg timer? Only she sent it out for everyone by accident instead of having it count down the eggs for her?

[Surely this is the only thing one would use an egg-timer for. Why else would you call it that?]

[exequies]

Why would they be? I admit I don't know them particularly well yet, so I can't say either way.

[And surely, an egg timer makes as much sense as anything else. It's nicer to think about than something that could potentially blow up and kill them at any second, anyway.]

Hmmm, could be. Though if she has eggs and isn't sharing with the rest of us, I can't say I like her very much. Already dropping in my favor. How awful.

[preuxchevalier]

Fraternal feeling?

[Bertie hazards that guess for why they would. After all, there's got to be something holding everyone together.]

And I'm not so sure she's playing keep away, old prune. Jolly decent sort, as near as I can tell, what with chucking out the scoff for us and having her little whatsits set clothes and tools.

[That seems decent enough. He could really do with better... everything, but he's assuming she's doing her best.]

three

[perfero]

[There's absolutely no way she's getting any sleep with that thing around. Especially when she's currently lacking the tools to deal with it. Thankfully it seems more like a familiar than a witch, and it doesn't appear to be particularly aggressive. Right now.

Still, she's keeping her distance as best she can, from both the shadow and her companion. He's his own set of unnerving that she doesn't want to deal with. Why must there be a curfew?]

You, likely.

[exequies]

[Undertaker's used to getting the cold shoulder from plenty of people, and what he's gauged so far from Homura is that she's quite an icy girl. That's alright, though.]

I'll take that as a compliment. [Though he knows she didn't mean it as one.]

Never know, he might come in handy sometime.

[perfero]

[Homura purses her lips. She clearly doesn't agree with that sentiment.]

Do you really believe that?

[That thing seems ominous on top of being a little useless. They can't even look at it properly - can it even touch anything?]

[exequies]

[He has his own doubts about it, honestly. Not that he'll admit that just yet, as he's still assessing her own thoughts.]

You don't?

[perfero]

Of course not.

[If anything, it'll probably wind up turning dangerous down the line.]

[exequies]

Well, your guess is as good as my own I suppose. But why do you doubt it?