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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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Tell me where you are, and I'll tell you if there's anything else.

Norfinbury, Alaska.

Tell me what there is. Let's not play with if, John.

Sherlock, why are you hiding where you are? Or have you not figured it out yet and you're too embarrassed to say?

[That's just rude. He knows exactly where he is. In a general sense. Okay, he has no idea.]

You're deflecting. That must mean it's pretty bad. Injury to your hand, head, leg, or foot. Probably leg or foot. Head would probably make you less efficient at communication, and hand would give you a greater delay in texting.

I'm the one deflecting. Right. You left out the shoulders, knees, and toes, by the by.

The leg covers the knee, the foot covers the toes. Shoulder isn't serious enough to warrant this much avoidance.

Out with it, John.

Say 'I don't know where I am, John, please help me with the map,' and I'll be happy to be out with it.

Don't be so ridiculous.

If you're going to be like that, then I'll get back to the important task of contacting the lucky few who have your casenotes before they were redacted. Unless you want to supply me with a copy? Not much reading material here.

[John bristles.]

You know, I told people I missed you. I'm really beginning to have second thoughts about that.

I'm at the aquarium, you arse, and it's my leg.

That's perfectly natural.

The human brain is wired to remember only the very good or very bad characteristics of a person who is no longer around, making all other traits and memories fade into obscurity. It's why exes are often demonised or held as paragons, and what gives birth to trite sayings like: "Absence makes the heart grow fonder".

I suppose I should be flattered that your overwhelming thoughts about me were positive.

[Should be. Possibly slightly is, it's still weird having a friend that isn't his skull.]

Mostly I'm wondering what was in those notes. It must be sensitive information to garner that kind of reaction.

I did tell people you're a massive dick, so thanks for confirming that for my memory, as well.

And there wasn't anything in those notes that matter to you or to getting out of here. By the way, what's the last thing you remember from home?

[Because Sherlock is very clearly not dead here. Which means he's from the past.]

On the roof.

[That should be enough, he'd rather not go into more detail when there are more interesting things here than a trip down memory lane.]

Which leg?

[That does about cover it and, oh, god. That's a wrench to the heart. How far into the roof? Had he made the decision to...?]

Right. I have an umbrella I can use for a cane. It's fine.

The same leg as your psychosomatic limp. Ironic.

[What do you mean other people don't find that sort of observation fun?]

Yes. Thank you for that. I hadn't noticed. Thanks also for just, you know, declaring that on the public network, mate.

Why does it matter if they know?

[It was cured ages ago, don't be like that.]

[Because he'd like people to not think he's mentally unstable, thanks.]

Because it's my medical history? I don't go telling people about that time you flipped out and almost started crying about a great big scary demon dog that wasn't real. Oh, wait.