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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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If you try to get me sick, I will hit you. Repeatedly. We can work on your vicar disguise.

I'm impressed, that was quite a clever deduction.

[Not denying it.]

It would be in your better interest to just save us both the trouble and agree not to do it now.

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No. You're just indescribably obvious.

[About some things. Being a selfish prick most of the time is one of them.]

As I said, I don't even have the equipment. Once I do, we can talk it over. All right?

What is there to talk over?

[He's getting a little annoyed now. John is so irritating when he refuses to see sense.]

I've told you that I can't afford to have you sick or dead from experiments that could easily be done on someone else, that should be the end of the discussion.

Sherlock, it's a pint of blood. I'm a bloody trauma surgeon. I know how to do a safe transfusion and not take too much. And I know what MN Poisoning looks like and I can manage it.

You've been here six hours, I've been here a month. I know you're god's gift to all the stupid people in the world, but stop fussing like a mother hen. I've been through a hell of a lot worse and lived to tell the tale in the last 48 hours.

[Wow.

Fussing like a mother hen? He is not fussing like a mother hen. Besides, six hours is more than enough time for him to have come leaps and bounds ahead of John, the man never observes, he only looks.

Annoyed now, he's the one who just stops answering. Because he's a child in man form.]

[His first conversation with Sherlock in months, and he ends it yelling at him. Brilliant. Brilliant, that. Perfect. Well done, Dr. Watson. He takes a little time to cool down before messaging Sherlock again privately.]

Why do you have to be such a complete dick? I have missed you, Sherlock, and I'm sorry you're here.

[Not that sorry, though.]

[You can't yell in text, John, don't be ridiculous. He's still a little petulant, which reflects in his response.]

Better here than where I was.

Point. You're probably going to figure it out anyway, so I'll let you know now that I'm from your relative future.

From after my death. Yes, I know.

[Yeah, no. He's not prepared to have this conversation. He can already feel the emotion welling up in his chest and crying with a broken nose is just going to hurt.]

Of course, you do. You know everything. This place, Sherlock, it's dangerous. I know you're worried about me, but I can't lose you again. You need to let me help you find where you are. I have people scattered around the map that you can stay with. It's no good being alone here, and I'm just a liability with my leg like it is.

Very noble, but unnecessary.

If I have to be stuck here, it might as well be with the most interesting person. I'll find the aquarium.

[That's pretty much the nicest thing he can say, but it's true.]

Have a copy of that casebook waiting when I get there.

[And he ruined it.]

It's amazing how you can go from heartwarming to incredibly annoying in the space of a sentence. You can have a redacted copy. It's the only thing that's relevant. Why do you care what I blacked out?

[Because it exists and he knows about it and therefore he must read it.]

I will ask one of the other people who have a copy, John.

It's a lot of sentimental nonsense. You wouldn't like it.

There's a woman here that you like, then. More than like. You love her, but she doesn't love you back or you would have mentioned her already. The notes are full of your feelings for her.

You're right, I wouldn't like that.

I'll still take a copy.

[Actually, there's more about Alfie in there than Fiona, and that might be more embarrassing.]

Her name is Fiona. She just wants to focus on getting home, so we aren't going to do anything. You really want to read about me pining?

[So, there's something else. John wouldn't have latched onto the idea of Fiona if that was all there was to want to hide, though that's likely true as well. But what? What other sentimental nonsense could there be?

He's drawing a momentary and annoying blank. It has to happen sometimes, there's always something he doesn't get or that he gets wrong. Now he must read the casebook.]

Yes. It's all I dream about doing.

[Dry sarcasm works over text, right?]

Don't bother, I see the Joker is offering a copy for help in proof reading.

[God damn it, Joker. God damn it, Sherlock, as well, at that.]

You know you can't trust anything from that man. He might have altered it completely just to mess with people.

[He snorts in amusement, give him some credit here.]

I can tell if a document has been altered.

Are you sure? He can be subtle, and he's like Moriarty... clever.

[Okay, so maybe that first part is a lie. The Joker is about as subtle as an IED.]

[Please, he knows the name Joker, he's done his research, that lie is fooling nobody.]

Subtle, John?

Look, it's embarrassing having you read something that amounts to my bloody diary. It's not like the blog. It's not meant to be public.

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Then you shouldn't have put it where the world could see.

There are such things as accidents, Sherlock. I had the Admin screen it for a reason.

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