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?

Comments

Reggie Rowe | Infamous: Second Son

[donttouchanything]

ONE
@roweyourboat | text

Sheriff Rowe here. Is anyone else seeing the eyes outside the windows? I'm counting five pairs visible from Building 6, looking south.


FOUR
[Reggie's eyes are shaped like these Prophet eye... things. He's honestly not sure what to make of it. Ever since waking up here, fresh from having concrete growing out of every bone in his body, he's been wondering if this is some sort of afterlife. It's nothing like they talked about at the ceremonies in the Big House when he was a kid.

He glances up from his tablet and over to his companion for the night. Their eyes are glowing. It's unsettling.

The sheriff reaches up the rub the back of his neck. There's the knife he picked up if he needs it. But he's really hoping he won't need it.]

Everything I'm reading about these eyes... it's a mess.

Kaz Brekker | Six of Crows

[nomourners]

One

@dirtyhands; text

So, which of you with the glowing eyes has locked himself outside tonight?

Three

[In Kaz's experience, if something seems like magic, it's usually just a clever trick. In this case, it's one he hasn't yet figured out how his companion is doing. Of course, in Norfinbury, just about anything seems possible: ghosts, demons, what have you. But there are eyes appearing on the walls, and there is another person wandering this building with him, and he has yet to see the two in the same place at the same time. He'll hold off on the ghosts and demons for now.

He watches his traveling partner carefully, mostly out of the corners of his eyes. He listens for their footsteps in the dust and rubble. And yet he still misses it when they put more of the symbols into the wall. This is incredibly frustrating. No one should be able to pull this over on him, of all people.

And yet he can't exactly ask. Not outright, anyway. He stops exploring to lean on the head of his cane and raise one eyebrow.]

Is there a point to that? [His voice is gravelly as ever, but he thinks he's doing a fine job of hiding his powerful irritation.]

3!

[theurgy]

[Cassel doesn't trust most people, but he trusts Kaz even less. He never really turns his back on him, and he never lets his supplies out of his sight, either. Kaz is, Cassel thinks, every dangerous trait of every grifter or worker Cassel ever grew up with rolled into one, with a dangerous looking cane for extra fun.

At least he's wearing gloves.

It's impossible to miss that Kaz is watching him, but Cassel pretends it's not happening, pretends he doesn't notice. The farther they push into the building, the more eyes appear, and Cassel is trying very hard not to let it weird him out. Kaz stops, but Cassel keeps moving, at least until Kaz speaks up.]

I don't know. Maybe if you message Eve and ask nicely enough she'll tell you.

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?

three

[silkeared]

[Still unused to being alone with Kaz, and basically...everything that being around Kaz ever meant, Wylan, who was minding his own business looking through his pack, jumps. His head snaps to attention, causing his curls to bounce in all sorts of directions.]

Uh.

[It's a particularly thought-provoking answer. He turns around until he sees the symbol on the wall, and then his brow furrows as he looks back at Kaz again.]

I thought you were doing that.

[And thought it was best not to ask. It's Kaz, right? You don't question him, because he knows what he's doing and you'll just get frustrated anyway when he doesn't tell you.]

[nomourners]

[Kaz's expression is less than impressed.]

In my experience she's not exactly the chatty type. [He gets moving again, limping along after Cassel, keeping his eyes on the boy's back.] I'm not entirely convinced she's the one I should be asking, anyway.

Wylan Van Eck | Six of Crows

[silkeared]

two

@what | audio

Does anyone know how to make a bomb?

[There's a pause.]

I'm not asking for a friend.

[Another pause.]

It's...I'm just curious. If anyone knows.

[One more pause. This time a resigned voice.]

I'm very tired.

[theurgy]

Maybe she just doesn't like you.

[Cassel knows exactly what Kaz is implying, and in his opinion it's too stupid of an assumption to even correct.]

Are you going to stare at me all night?

[nomourners]

[Good. He was going to be especially furious if the person out-smarting him was Wylan. But Wylan's not the greatest of liars, and he says he isn't responsible. Ghosts and demons are, incredibly, starting to look like the safer bet.]

And why would I waste my time?

[He moves over to the wall to inspect the carvings.]

@M_

[itsjust_staying]

Lost our marbles, have we, Sheriff?

@itsybitsy; audio

[redrooms]

Yes. Why are you asking?

@M_

[itsjust_staying]

An awfully strange question for such a small voice. Why don't you go back to bed, little one.

@M_

[itsjust_staying]

Oh, darling, what makes you think it's a person?

[silkeared]

You wouldn't.

[Of course Kaz wouldn't waste his time. Wylan frowns further as he stops his rummaging and stands, cautiously approaching.]

But the great Kaz Brekker usually has something up his sleeve, so what do I know?

[It's a fair question, but Wylan regrets saying it as soon as he has. He regrets basically doing or saying anything to attract Kaz's attention.]

[silkeared]

I told you...I'm curious. That's really all.

[It's really all! Kind of. There's rustling as Wylan fidgets on the other end of the line, clearly talking with full hands.]

Have you found anything here to make a bomb?

[silkeared]

...it's not really that strange, is it?

[And, wait. Does he really sound that way? Wylan frowns to himself.]

I would if I could. I've been trying for hours. Talking about something fun seemed like a better way to pass the time than staring at the ceiling.

[And seeing nothing but eyes.]

[nomourners]

She'd be very strange if she did.

[Cassel's definitely carrying something sharp. Probably in his pocket, probably something small. A razor or a switchblade. But he's in front and the last batch of eyes just appeared behind them. Hm. Even sleight of hand can only do so much.]

Of course not. [This is at least partially a lie.] Should I have reason to?

@dirtyhands; text

[nomourners]

If you don't already know that, I feel I've been a victim of false advertising.

[And false memories, but that's beside the point.]

[itsjust_staying]

Fun, and explosives were the first thing to come to mind? My, my. Aren't you full of surprises...

And what, exactly, are you looking to blow up?

[silkeared]

[Wylan is pretty sure that his heart stutters to an abrupt stop and that he's probably dead.]

Of course I know. I'm an expert, remember?

[He's not decent. He's great.]

I just figured there's no harm in a bit of bonding.

[Bomb bonding! Bombding!]

[nomourners]

An excellent question.

[He can't even think of a plan that would involve the carving of the Prophet's eye onto random walls. Actually, strike that, he can think of several. But none that would be useful at this time.

He spends a few moments scrutinizing the symbols.]

What were you looking for?

@dirtyhands; text

[nomourners]

Wishful thinking, perhaps.

[silkeared]

Equations are fun. A bomb is just numbers and chemicals.

[Wylan hesitates. Being tired might not be a good reason to reveal all his secrets, right? Kaz would kill him, even if this isn't Ketterdamn and not likely to affect any of his business.]

Nothing yet. Just keeping my options open.

[itsjust_staying]

Has that ever worked out for you?

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.