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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: 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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She could be, although it would be much more efficient to use the nanomachines to force us to congregate wherever she wants us. She's moved us around before.

[Natasha watches him stomp his feet for a moment, then unwinds the scarf from around her neck and tosses it to him, continuing to theorize nonchalantly as she does.]

This might not be Eve at all. With all her talk of repairing glitches and errors, I doubt she has as much control over the town as she once did.

Maybe she just wants us to feel like tools, the instruments of our own demise.

[ Catching the scarf, he holds it in surprise for a moment before protesting with a Look ... as he gratefully winds it around his neck; reluctance doesn't raise its head for long beyond the pink spots on his cheeks. Little gestures like that have led him to understand that Natasha is a good person, even with the ribbing that might come later.

The fabric is still warm against his skin, making him feel like a kid at the Manor a thousand years ago, fussed over by Alfred only the warmth back then came from the old man's arms. ]

If she can't do much, that might still get her jollies off like playing chess against herself. Or Hungry Hippos.

[Natasha laughs, making a point not to comment on his reaction to the scarf. She doesn't want him to refuse it in some bid to save face in the wake of her teasing.]

If I ever need morbid jokes, I know who to ask. Try recording the drawings this time, see if it makes a difference.

For all the good I feel that's going to do, while I'm at it why don't I try serenading her with something appropriate like Yo No Se Mañana?

[ The lyrics to which he sings tiredly under his breath as he tries videoing another blank wall, capturing the new carving that springs up. During playback he flips off his pad's screen and promptly turns it off, tucking it inside his coat. A solid failure, that endeavour. ]

If we try and film them directly to the network the shy little bastards might blur out in real-time too.

Lucky us. At this point, they might be hiding from your taste in music.

[Natasha approaches the wall, pulling off a glove and running her fingers over the drawings. They're carved, as though etched into the drywall, which makes it even stranger. ]

Last time these started popping up, I wanted to scratch them all out. It was all I could think about.

When was the last time Peepers McCreepy showed up?

[ Screw this. While they're still exploring (and Nat is fondling an eyeball, he really hopes she doesn't activate it or set it off as would be just Jason's luck) he's going to do some ferreting around and find whatever looks useful. He's good at that for sure. Odds and ends capture his attention. A not-so weak, dusty magazine gets blown clean, shredded, and stuffed down his coat for extra insulation. ]

A few weeks ago. They're drawn in some of the buildings, too, and those seem more permanent.

[She turns at the sound of shredding paper, pulling her glove back on.]

You know, you could wear that wool coat under your leather jacket.

It wouldn't fit underneath without some altering and I don't have a needle or thread. Besides, it's better to use layers.

[ Some house, somewhere, has got to have a bunch of vaguely adaptable clothing. Whatever he can't use could always be bartered with someone else. ]

If this Eve was smart she'd have dumped us on a tropical island so we wouldn't want to leave, in theory. How long have you been here?

Almost two months, give or take.

[God, it feels longer.]

You get used to the mild frostbite eventually.

Nothing bad ever happens in Hawaii.

[ Fuck you, Hawaii. He misses Kori's nova-like heat so much, ugh. ]

Two months. How many monsters have you come across?

Except for the volcanoes and hurricanes.

[She crosses her arms, tilting her head at him.]

I've run into three. None of them have managed to kill me yet, though not for lack of trying.

[ That might be a mutter of WARM volcanoes. ]

What are they like? I've seen the, uh, apparitions floating around, [ there's no such thing as ghosts so he refuses to use that word, ] they seem disorientated.

[The comment gets a little smile, but she's very matter of fact when she answers him.]

Two out of the three I've encountered were very... personal. One was a woman who was here before, and had been very close with one of the men I was traveling with. The other looked like my ex husband.

Sounds like a breeze.

[ Doing her the backhanded courtesy of acting like she said she saw a walking pizza, shrugging it off. He's sure she doesn't want to dwell on specifics, as much as he appreciates them with a short nod. ]

Do they talk much?

Some of them have. The ones I ran into didn't, but the one I recognized responded to my voice.

[She shrugs.]

Other people have had similar encounters. The current assumption is that they're connected to our memories.

Wow, that's going to be a ton of fun.

[ Peering out of a broken, blizzarded window (mottled in surrounding eyes on the walls, ew), he glances around at Natasha. Hey, it's exploring-with-smalltalk time. ]

Your ex, huh? You've got ... a new one?

A new what? A new ex?

[She's going to be intentionally difficult. Sorry, Jason.]

[ HUFFING. ]

You can tell me to keep my nose out, I'm just trying to fill in the silence.

[Okay, she's laughing at him.]

I have plenty of exes. Only one ex husband.

Oh. It sounded like you might have a current husband, is all. I was going to ask if he was here but, obviously, not existing yet hurts that theory.

[ He doesn't offer up his own deets but, if his tone is anything to go by (more open than with the majority) Jason is in a chatty mood. ]

Does anyone come here in pairs or groups? Because it would be really cool, for once, if the entire Justice League could drop in. I might even let them read my shitty magazines.

Tony and I came in together, and Clint showed up ten days later. It's possible. Have you worked with the Justice League before?

[ Rubbing the corner of his eye like the sight of all that snow outside might be giving him a migraine. ]

We've met, I've worked with some. The ones who don't drop by to say Hi, they know of me. [ As does the NSA, CIA, Homeland Security, FBI, KGB, Mossad and Interpol. ] Running in similar circles, you know?

[ Except on either side of the line. ]

And what are they like? Batman isn't exactly forthcoming.

Batman "not being forthcoming" is the best you can hope for, usually he shuts you down point-blank within a second of asking him anything.

[ Who's bitter? Not Jay. Your mom is bitter. ]

How'd you know about that shady cape?

Steph told me, and he was here, briefly. It was like pulling teeth talking to him about anything.

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