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: SEE THAT WE CAN SEE It's late and you're settling down for the night when you notice a strange light coming from... outside? Through the heavy snowfall, you can just make out the haze of glowing eyes in the distance. Dozens of them. It's difficult to tell through the window, but they seem to be staring directly at you. Since it's after lockdown, you can't get outside to investigate, but maybe others in town are seeing the eyes too. You'd better take to the Network to see what's going on. TWO: BEHIND THESE HAZEL EYES You can't sleep. You've been trying, trying, trying. But every time you close your eyes, you see the eyes of the prophet etched into the insides of your eyelids. The symbol only seems to get brighter and clearer the longer you keep your eyes shut, the closer you get to drifting off. It chills you awake. Nothing seems to help. Maybe there are others on the Network who are having the same problem. Or, at least, someone who doesn't mind keeping you company through the long hours. Action Prompts THREE: THREE'S A CROWD You and your traveling companion are exploring what looks to be a perfectly normal building when you notice something strange carved into the wall. Is that an eye? Strange indeed, but what's stranger is that new carvings keep appearing, always where you're not looking. Soon, the whole room is full of eye carvings. Is your companion doing this? If not them, then who? FOUR: THE KNIFE'S EDGE Most everyone in town still has eyes that are either glowing or shaped like the prophet's symbol, and your eyes are no different. These are the same eyes that made everyone attack each other a few nights ago. Every time you catch a glimpse of yourself, maybe in the reflection of a window or the video feed on your tablet, you feel a little sick. Unfortunately, your traveling companion's eyes look strange too, and they're the opposite of yours. Both of you are in danger if those murderous urges come back, which makes it difficult to trust each other after what you've been through. It's late at night when a dark thought crosses your mind--you do have a knife. Not that there's any reason to use it, of course... Right?

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Jim Moriarty | BBC Sherlock

[itsjust_staying]

@M_ - text - one

Curious, isn't it? All these eyes fluttering about in the snow. I don't suppose anyone has been kind enough to get themselves locked out overnight. An ambassador for our new playmates would be ever so helpful, don't you think?

four

[Moriarty sits at the kitchen table, frowning at his reflection on the dark tablet screen and prodding at one prophet eye with the tip of a box cutter. The other night's fiasco has put him in a sour mood. Sure, all of this prophet business was fun at first, but then the town got into his mind, and, well. Can't have that, now, can we?]

Ugly little things, these eyes. [He says this to his traveling companion, whom he's been largely ignoring up until now. He's bored. This idiot will have to do.] Say, would you like to cut mine out for me?

Four! >8)

[nomourners]

[Kaz looks up from his tablet, then immediately looks back down. He doesn't trust Moriarty in any capacity, but he isn't about to make that obvious. It already gets under his skin how much this one seems to glean from simple gestures.]

Not especially.

[itsjust_staying]

[Nice try, Kaz. Of course Moriarty saw that. He's not blind yet, you know, and those glowing irises are hard to miss.]

Pity, I had you pegged as a real tough guy. What are you planning to do, then, when I go mad and murder you? You and I both know it's going to happen again.

[nomourners]

[He's planning not to take that bait, is what. This time Kaz looks up fully.]

We'll cross that bridge at a later date, I suppose. Why don't you cut your own eyes out, if it's bothering you so much?

[itsjust_staying]

Yes, in that case, I suppose we shall. [Moriarty tsks, still studying his reflection. How did he get stuck with this brat?]

Color me surprised that you aren't more interested in planning ahead, Kaz.

[nomourners]

Who says I haven't already?

[And he has. It's just that, presently, it's not a great plan. "Kick Moriarty's ass and lock him in a bathroom if he becomes homicidal" sounds nice in theory, but in practice it might be a bit messier. Not that Kaz minds messy. They don't call him Dirtyhands for nothing.

He'd just rather the mess wasn't him.

He turns back to his tablet.]

You're awfully keen on having me over to your side of the table, aren't you?

also four!!

[thruhoops]

[This whole thing has been a rather strange ordeal, hasn't it? Imagine running into your ex-boyfriend (who was gay for Sherlock Holmes, no less) in such a place? Quite a scandal, in fact. But he's been so distant. Molly wonders if it's her. Or if it's him. Or what exactly it is. Either way, she's been trying her best to give him his space. Give him his space and be friendly. So when he speaks up, she laughs.

Still, her laugh is nervous. Molly looks nervous. But then, she normally does in most situations. But the business from the other night's only agitated her nerves all the more. Her too-bright eyes crinkle.]

Oh, what? I'm not sure I get your meaning.

[itsjust_staying]

[Moriarty rolls his drawn-on eyes. That's right, she still thinks the two of them were an item. How precious.]

Really, Molly. Do catch up. [He drops his tablet onto the table with a loud smack and twirls the box cutting through his finger, pivoting in his chair to face her.] You're not really as dim as you look, are you?

[He considers her for a moment, his frown deepening.] I asked if you would like to cut out my eyes. Do it for me, would you, dearest?

Four

[rubikscomplex]

[House is 100% okay with being ignored by Mr. Prophet Eyes here. His are still a soft glowing blue.]

Pass. I'm busy, Lucky Charms.

[itsjust_staying]

[Moriarty retracts the box cutter's blade and drops it onto the table.]

Ah, I'm a leprechaun, am I? Funny, House. Very clever.

[But he does glance over to see what could possibly be more interesting than him.]

[rubikscomplex]

You're short enough for one.

[Not really, but whatever. House has his stethoscope out and is listening to the wall. He's not doing anything, in particular otherwise. But he is tensed. That man has a box cutter. House is aware of its uses and what happened the last time people's eyes changes.]

[itsjust_staying]

[Moriarty lets out a small groan and shakes his head. He pockets the box cutter.] How perfectly ordinary, these insults. Though I suppose they're just a tad more creative than you're usual. [He scrunches up his face to do his best impression of House, terrible American accent and all.] Idiot! Moron!

[He stands up suddenly and drags his chair over to where House is listening to the wall. The chair legs squeal against the floor as he strolls. Once he's satisfied with its placement, ensuring that it encroaches on House's personal space just enough to be off-putting, he doesn't bother sitting down. Instead, he leans against it, his elbows balanced on the chair back. Hi.]

At least the quip about my stature is true.

@jwatson; text

[jumpthegun]

You're welcome to try tomorrow night, Mr. Moriarty.

[itsjust_staying]

My goodness, Dr. Watson. Are you suggesting that I kill myself? Awfully rude of you, doctor.

[Moriarty wishes he could claim that he has people for that sort of thing, but that's not quite true here, unfortunately. What a shame.]

[jumpthegun]

Well, if anyone could be a diplomat, it's you.

[itsjust_staying]

Careful, you. We wouldn't want dear Sherlock getting jealous.

Or would we? If you're going to flatter me, pet, flatter me like one of those sweeties you've always got coming and going.

@captaininvincible; text

[notaquaman]

o yea shit man
lol im all over that im out here rite now ;)

[itsjust_staying]

[Eugh, this twat again. Moriarty groans and considers ignoring the message altogether, but that would be letting Nathan win.]

Oh, splendid. Hurry along and make contact, will you? I don't expect you have much time before the weather does you in. Looks awfully cold out there.

[He, of course, realizes that Nathan is just having a laugh and isn't actually outside, but Moriarty will play along for the moment. Might be interesting.

It won't be interesting. But it's more interesting than staring out a window. Ugh, this town.]

@309_W1C_2DZ; text (one)

[howdull]

[It's a rush to hear from Moriarty again, one tinged with both adrenaline and fear. Nobody else makes him feel quite the rush that Moriarty does - as unbalanced as the man is... was... they understood one another. Two geniuses in a world of idiots.

The actual text is boring. They both know that these things out in the snow are either anomalies or hallucinations, and not worth bothering over, so he ignores it. Instead, he poses a different question.]

How's your head?

[itsjust_staying]

[Mm, Sherlock. To the point, as always.]

Intact as ever, I'm afraid. And yours?

[He should leave it at that, but he can't help himself. He's too pleased that Sherlock has come out to play.]

Did you miss me? It's been too long, sweet one.

[howdull]

[He has to play this carefully.

He knows Moriarty is dead, and he knows that his network is disbanded. What he doesn't know is if the people here will recall their time if and when they are returned home. He cannot risk Moriarty returning with knowledge that Sherlock survives his fall, it could well endanger John, Molly, Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson... everyone...]

I suppose time flies when you're having fun.

[itsjust_staying]

[Moriarty tsks, disappointed. Come now, Sherlock, you don't really think he would miss that blatant omission, do you?]

Having fun without me? Why, how awful. I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting. I hope your poor mind hasn't gone to rot with only the boring folk to keep you company.

four

[spyientist]

Do you think it'll be necessary?

[She's a pragmatist; sharper than she seems, intelligence usually hidden behind casual sarcasm and a pretty face. She has a knife strapped to her belt, and there's a twitch of her fingers at the words. There's a low sense of- not quite paranoia- but the sense that this could get bad.

She leans with her back against a wall, her eyes glowing gold. The scientist in her wants more information, and that would likely prove something, one way or the other. There's the dark thought that it would be easier to get through the night, safer. No reason to jump to conclusions, but, well.

Just in case. Just in case.]

[itsjust_staying]

[The faintest hint of a grin touches Moriarty's face as Bobbi speaks up.]

Hm... Do you? [He turns to her with a slight pout. He doesn't need to remind her how dangerous these eyes have proved in the past, does he?]

[spyientist]

[She eyes him- cautious, careful. She doesn't know much about him, but he doesn't seem to be an immediate danger. She's still on guard.]

Not yet.

[She wont sacrifice him if she doesn't need to, but if she needs to-- she certainly wouldn't lose sleep over it. She's killed before.]

I have medical training. I would do it clean.

[She doesn't know if that's supposed to be a reassurance or not. With how much of her memories she's missing, there's a fair amount she doesn't know.]