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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: 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.

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I don't know. I can't see it.

[She's instinctively keeping her voice low, as though they're dealing with a real dog that might decide to bite, and when she realizes what she's doing, her mouth twists wryly. And... well, she might as well play along, so she crouches down too, although she doesn't move any closer, clicking her tongue.]

Come here, boy, it's alright.

[Is it a boy? This place is so weird.]

Ah. Well that's... interesting.

[ So it's... probably not a dog. Well, great. At this point the best Matt can do is keep coaxing it-- though is that really a good idea here? ]

Should I be worried about touching this thing?

[Natasha smiles a little, glancing over at him.]

Oh, well...

[Her voice is light, almost teasing, but she pauses, risking holding out a hand to the... ghost dog? It's basically a ghost dog.]

If it's anything like the anomalies, you could get a nose bleed. Pass out. You've had worse.

You know me so well.

[ Matt actually smirks, totally honest. I mean, he's been possessed by a demon before and beaten up more times than there the length of pi. A nosebleed would be Tuesday. ]

Okay. Here, boy... [ He holds out his hand close enough for the ghost dog(?) to sniff it. Natasha's not too far off, either. Which red head will Fido choose? ] Pretty sure I've managed not to piss off any dogs yet, so let's see if my luck holds.

[ When does it ever? ]

[Hey, Matt can take a hell of a beating really well. A ghost dog is nothing.]

Considering where we are, I don't think our luck is holding.

[But Natasha clicks her tongue again, wiggling her fingers a little.]

Come here. Good boy. [Yeah, okay, this is a little awkward. Her hand is actually just to the left of where the thing actually is, oops.] Where is it, Matt?

[ Some would say that's not an admirable trait. But those people wouldn't know Matt Murdock. ]

This is a change.

[ The blind leading the-- you get it. ]

A little to your left, here. [ Matt leans just a bit closer, enough that he can feel its breath on his fingers. No quick movements though, he isn't looking to catch ghost-rabies. They're both probably standing next to each other by now, anyway. ] Try putting your hand out, right here.

[ ~~Resist the urge to hit on Natasha, Matt.~~ ]

[ ~~Does he ever, though?~~

Natasha follows his lead, raising her eyebrows a little as she waits. Annnnd... nothing. So, she tries again, pitching her voice a little softer, much more sweet.]

Come here, little one. We won't hurt you.

[Is this worth it to potentially throw up and pass out? Maybe being a superhero just predisposes you to dumb choices.]

[ ~~Very rarely. Like. Maybe once.~~ ]

You can't feel that? Hm.

[ He'll go ahead and try to (carefully) move her wrist into where he can clearly feel this not-dog's breath. I mean, it's gotta be there, or else they'll be getting themselves injured for nothing, right? Superheroes definitely don't ever do that. ]

Come on, boy. We're the good guys, see?

[Oh! Now she feels it, and she smiles even though it's... sort of disconcerting, feeling what is definitely breath on her hand when there's nothing there.]

That's right. You're safe.

[Natasha thinks, just for a second, she feels a cold, wet nose brush against her hand, and her eyes go wide for a moment.]

Did you feel that?

[ Meanwhile as far as Matt's concerned there's a fully-grown dog there, wagging its tail and fading in and out, but definitely "visible." ]

Weird, right? [ But wow good thing she can feel it too, he was a little worried there for a second. ]

Better this than--- [ He catches himself, pulling his hand off of her wrist. ] Actually, I won't jinx it.

[ Thank you Mark Waid for making Matt self-aware. ]

[She shoots him a teasing look before turning her attention back to the dog. Or where the dog should be?]

Thank you. Because if you say something and this all goes south, I'm blaming you.

[And she's just going to... lean forward a bit more, awkwardly feeling around until she brushes her fingers through what feel just like fur.]

It's... warm.

[MATT THIS IS SO WEIRD? She's wondering how Tony will explain this. Another weird glitch? Something messing with their perception?]

You can count on me.

[ You should definitely not do that. Usually. ]

You really can't see it?

[ Matt scritches the dog's snout, getting its tail wagging. It feels like a normal dog, too. Maybe it really is invisible somehow. Wouldn't be the first time he saw through something like that. ]

There we go. You're a good boy, aren't you?

[Maybe she shouldn't, but she does it anyway. Oops.]

I don't see anything.

[Natasha slides her hand up to scratch behind the dog's ears, shifting so that she's sitting crosslegged on the floor rather than crouching.]

A while back, one of the groups here ran into an invisible cat. They fed it, and when it disappeared, they found an app on their tablet. It might be worth a try.

[ Superhero's prerogative. ]

And yet, here he is.

[ Matt scratches its head and slides his hand down its back. It feels kind of like a labrador, maybe? He's not super sure. ]

That sounds like a plan. You happen to have any food on you?

[ Because Matt probably gave his away, let's be real. ]

[Of course he did. Don't make Natasha shove food down your throat, Matt.

She doesn't respond to his question, though, just pulls her hand away and stands up to grab her pack. It takes a second or two of rifling through it to find anything that's really dog appropriate, but she settles on a package of now frozen hot dogs and hands them to Matt. They're gross, anyway.]

Don't let him take your fingers off.

[ Stop eating? Matt? Never. Haha, that would definitely never happen. ]

These look like fingers, you know. [ He's joking, but I mean if it wasn't for the smell, he could "see" it. Hopefully the dog's more like Matt-- food smells and people smells don't register in the same way.

It's still weird not being able to sense Natasha when she gets out of his periphery, but he accepts the hot dogs and tears one out of the packaging without having to turn around. ]

Here, boy, hope you don't mind a cold lunch.

[ One hot dog, partially frozen and probably not edible, at your service, ghost dog. The dog for his part sniffs it, as if trying to decide if it's safe to eat. ]

[It's weird for Natasha, too, that he isn't aware of where she is at all times. Eventually she'll figure out a way to try to compensate for it like she has with Clint, but at the moment, she hasn't quite adjusted yet.]

Look like fingers, but maybe he'll decide to eat a little more creatively. [And then, to their weird dog friend:] What do you think, boy? I wouldn't try it. I'm sure Matt would only give you indigestion.

[ Sound and smells still work, it's mostly his trusty radar that's been nerfed down to "normal ninja" levels. ]

That's a good boy. You don't want to eat my fingers, do you?

[ He tells the dog, coaxing the hot dog into its mouth as it starts to eat it. Guess ghosts don't really have to worry about cooking their food. ]

I definitely wouldn't taste very good. You're choosier than that, aren't you, boy?

Someone needs to be.

[She watches the dog take the hot dog with raised eyebrows, and she can't help but laugh incredulously.]

We're making friends with an invisible dog.

[ Aw, don't sell yourself short, Nat. ]

Speak for yourself, he looks perfectly fine to me.

[ Always the blind jokes, Matt..... But really, with the dog eating away, it must look pretty strange. ]

Does it look like the hot dog is just disappearing or what?

[God, Matt. The things she puts up with. She rolls her eyes, then crouches down beside him again, watching the dog "eat".]

Yes, but it's... hard to look at. It's giving me a headache.

[And making her sort of nauseous, but hey. Details. She forces herself to watch until the vague discomfort turns into a steady pounding at the base of her skull, and then turns to look at Matt.]

Any strange effects for you?

[ An unfortunate downside to being friends with Matt. So many blind puns. ]

Nothing more than usual.

[ Matt's the kind of guy who could walk for miles in low-key pain and just not care. He pets the dog's ears as it eats, encouraging it. ]

It kind of... fades in and out, but my radar sense has been off since I got here, so it's hard to say. The details are kind of blurry.

Interesting.

[She says it softly, almost more to herself than him, then pulls her tablet out of her pocket and holds it up, aiming the camera at Matt's hand and taking a few pictures. Natasha lets out another thoughtful hum as she studies them.]

The pictures I took of it are distorted, like static.

[Which makes no sense, because you don't get static on digital images. And then, because Natasha is an asshole and needs to get him back, she adds:]

Want to see?

[ Try having blurry images on a sense that normally paints things in solid shapes, Natasha. IT WOULD BE REALLY HARD, OK. ]

Hmmm, yes. [ He gestures dramatically, waving his hands in front of his face as if that would help him see. ] Let me run my hands over the flat screen and tell you how it feels exactly like every other flat screen I've ever seen.

[ Boy oh boy does Matt love flat screen technology!!! ]

[Natasha laughs, rolling her eyes again. Don't hurt yourself, Matt.]

Ah, well, you'd be wrong. This is a very advanced, indestructible flat screen.

[Annnd she's just going to send those pictures to Tony.]

Are you going to adopt our invisible friend?

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