Test Drive

[snowblindmods]

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: DISTORTION Something is wrong with the video feed. You're not sure what it is, but it seems that whenever anyone tries to post to the Network using video, their faces warp and distort like they're being ripped through with static. Odd, since it's only the people who show up blurry, and not the surroundings. Maybe you want to test it out with more people to see if everyone is experiencing the same problem, or maybe you just want to toss theories around about what the issue might be, but either way you turn to the Network for answers. Fortunately, the text and audio features are working normally, so you can still have conversations with the others without any problems. TWO: STRAIGHT TO DETENTION You had to head to the school in order to grab some more rations, but before you head out for the day you decide to explore around a little more. You've heard that people have had success in the past connecting with the Prophet here, so you head to Samantha's classroom and sit at her desk. When you speak up, though, trying to make contact, it's not the Prophet who answers. Instead, you hear the sound of a sharp crack and there's a sting on the back of your hands, like you've been whacked by a ruler. Raise your hand! If you don't follow classroom rules, I'll have to give you detention. A shadow flicks behind you, the looming outline of the teacher that reprimanded you disappears before you can get a good look. The problem? You can't seem to find the exit to the classroom. Your sense of direction warps every time you get to where it should be, causing you to become disoriented and turned around. The neatly-lined desks suddenly seem to form a maze. If you want to skip detention, you may need a little help from the Network. Maybe someone can guide you out. Action Prompts THREE: NO SOLICITING You're running out of time. You finally found a building you can stay in for the night...but it seems that someone else has found it first. And this someone else appears, for whatever reason, unhappy with the idea of letting you in to share the space. You know there's plenty of room for the both of you, and you don't have enough time to duck into another building for safety. You keep glancing nervously at the time on your tablet. It's cold, and you don't have much more time to argue before you're stuck out here. If talking isn't going to get you much farther, maybe you can offer something that will make it worth their while. Or maybe you can even force the issue. You probably have something on you that you can use as a weapon if you're not confident that your own strength will do the trick. FOUR: HOUSE AT THE END OF THE LANE The house that you and your traveling companion have stumbled across has seen better days. As soon as you step through the door, it's easy to see what's happened. Everything has blackened and burned--every object and decoration charred to oblivion, a snapshot of some family's unwitting last moment together. The only proof that it had ever been occupied at all is the creamy white silhouettes that light up the kitchen wall: the perfect outline of a mother, father, and young child holding hands as they pray together before the meal they'd never eat. Maybe you can still find some useful items stowed away inside the cupboards.

Comments

Harold Finch | Person of Interest

[the_admin]

A - Network Prompt: Distortion

The tablet he'd found, upon waking, had been thoroughly inspected both in terms of hardware and available software. The hardware examination hadn't been an issue, but the software had proven decidedly more ... challenging.

Harold had started out seated but his chronic injuries had reacted badly to the prevalent cold and he'd soon decided that standing and moving was better than letting his muscles seize up. So he continued to walk and poke at the tablet, eventually sniffing around the network programming.

"That doesn't seen right," he muttered to himself. Frowning, he tried a couple more tests, coming up blank before eventually accepting that he was going to have to actually open and try using the application.

It wasn't what he wanted to do. He wanted to determine if Mr. Reese was around, or possibly Root ... Shaw ... hell even Fusco or Bear would be a comfort. But in the hours since he woke, Finch was getting the sense that he was on his own. At least for now.

Scanning the network, he frowned as he noticed the anomaly. The way the software appeared to be glitching on it's focus. It did offer a small benefit, if his own face was obscured, even as it proved frustrating for collecting data on any others using this network.

A little more digging, suggested he should be able to utilize audio, which was rather his wheelhouse to begin with, so Harold eventually established a connection to an open network line.

Audio:

"Hello? I've been attempting to run a diagnostic of the network, and my scan of the network suggests there are other users logged in. If you are, could you tell me if the apparent glitch in the video function of this application is systemic or only affecting certain users?"

His voice was post, clipped and direct. Forget any of the usual politeness of names or 'where are we' type inquiries, it was straight to business.

Action Prompt - House at the End of the Lane:

Despite the benefits of years spent being gently harassed by John and even Shaw to maintain an exercise routine, designed to maximize his otherwise limited mobility, Harold was finding moving around this strange new world to be a challenge. He'd left his previous bolt hole with some reluctance but a resignation to fate and the need to keep moving. While physically he wasn't well equipped to up stakes at the drop of a hat, mentally he'd lived the life for so long he fell into the habit naturally.

Still but the time he'd spotted the shelter down at the end of the lane, he was physically in trouble and in no position to quibble with whoever had come to his aid.

Pushing through the door, Harold practically collapsed just inside the door, dropping his knapsack as he leaned heavily against the wall.

"Thank you," he offered the gratitude to who ever had just helped him get out of the elements and into the house, eyes gradually adjusting to the interior light.

Which may not have been a blessing in this case.

As his eyes traveled the charred scene, Harold scrabbled to regain his balance, upright, stumbling to turn a full circle as he studied the destruction, before coming to rest on the silhouettes on the kitchen wall.

"Oh my God," he breathed, stepping towards that area of the house. "What happened here?"

[ooc: Hello! Two quick disclaimers.

1) I am not a coding genius, or even a coding semi-genius. I will be relying upon my google-fu and the joy of vague mumbo jumbo.

2) Right now I only have the 1 icon. ]

A - @Spoiler; audio

[spoileralert]

Right now it looks like it's everyone.

[ The girl on the other end of the call sounds young and very, very tired. She's been here a long ass time. ]

I haven't seen your username before, you must be new.

Action!

[heavensreader]

"It looks very obvious to me, sahib."

The child speaks very calmly as she withdraws from the door, going back to digging through her backpack for her evening meal. To herself Kesara thinks that she is probably much more disturbed than even she realizes and that there is likely to be a crying fit later this evening, but she has gained remarkable control over timing those fits lately, so she will not have it in front of this poor gentleman. And she really ought to have dinner before the horror fully hits her and she loses her appetite.

She raises a small, thickly globed hand to suggest to him that perhaps he shouldn't head in to that particular corner. Though it's an open question whether he would listen to a dirty, wild-haired eleven year old in sheepskins. "You will probably feel very poorly if you go near them. It's the same deuced mess every time, blood and the like. Just stay back."

Bodhi Rook | Star Wars

[arebelgamble]

I. Distortion @nijedha
[After a few hours of tinkering with his tablet, Bodhi has come to the conclusion that it isn't the devices that are acting up. He had recorded himself to test as well, but it's not the devices. It's the Network. He's sure of it. Well. He's as sure of it as he's ever sure of anything.

He starts up a video post of his own after his tinkering, lips chapped and static face hard to read.]

There's a bug in the system. I'm not good with that. I can do some things first-hand. Fix the device if it's acting up sometimes. At least, I can take it apart and try to find the problem. But this isn't in the device. At least... I don't... I don't think it is.

It seems like a transmission problem. Can you hear me alright? Is the audio still working? Hello?

III. No Soliciting.

[His fingers were numb, his goggles pulled down over his eyes for protection and his hands shoved into his pockets. He was nervous, jumpy, and even coming from a cold desert, he wasn't ready for the temperatures.

His teeth chattered noisily as he slipped into the building. His nerves were raw, and he was still jumpy enough to nearly come out of his skin when he heard the second person in the building with him.

He didn't have a weapon, and he wasn't sure he would use it if he did. He wasn't a soldier. He was a pilot. A cargo pilot who hadn't enjoyed what conflict he had scene and wasn't looking for more.

He pressed himself into the wall and walked along it, trying to avoid his company for the moment.]

We don't have to make this a fight. I'll stay out of your way.

IV. House at the End of the Lane

[He nearly lost what little he had in his stomach at the sight that greeted them in the kitchen. It felt like he was walking through the streets of NiJedha after the blast from the planetkiller had ripped the holy city apart. Except he knew there were no streets left. Not even outlines like this remained of the people he had grown up around, gambled with, and gone through the never easy life of an oppressed city with.

Still. The sight brought back memories, disjointed, unclear, and confusing, but painful all the same. He forced himself to tear his eyes away, fumbling with the cupboards and searching for anything not burned to a crisp. A can or a box of food, some scrap of something edible, even towels or fabric he could use to stuff his worn and thinning clothing with.]

III.

[spoileralert]

[ Steph is having one of those crying spells that people are liable to have when they've been trapped in a snowy hell for 9 months and the person they love the most died a month ago and still hasn't come back. She wipes her eyes furiously before turning to glare daggers at the intruder.

But then he has to look so scared and pathetic, and she rolls her eyes before pulling out her tablet to check the time. She's been here hours already, got comfortable, even dumped out the various pillows, towels, thin sheets and stuffed animals she carries with her to make her usual bed-nest. ]

I'm not gonna fight you. It's too late for you to find another place tonight anyway.

Johnny C./Nny | Johnny the Homicidal Maniac

[existastherealm]

A - Network Prompt: Straight to Detention

[Johnny wasn't a person who needed to eat much. The thin frame of his body attested to that, considering the man was little more than whipcord muscle at this point, a frame made entirely of sharp edges. He despised the flesh, the weak frame of his body. There was nothing Nny could say he liked about people - or particularly himself - but bodies and everything that came with the idea of the body and its maintenance he particularly despised. It would be better to let it waste away, be dust, be nothing.

Not that that didn't mean he couldn't eat. He was rather peckish at the moment, after all, which is what had brought him to the school. Not that this plan had gone particularly well. If he wasn't getting assaulted by ghostly assholes, it was this classroom becoming a Danielewski novel. Nny was used to his sense of reality shattering, becoming something else. Who was to say what was real or wasn't at this point, really. Perhaps he had always been in this classroom, just hadn't realized that.

Much fun as it would be to prattle on that, he'd really rather get the fuck out of here. And as much as he hates the idea of talking to the people on the Network, he doesn't have many other options.]

What the fuck is this classroom's problem?

[He attaches a picture of the classroom to the text message. He refuses to use voice or video when he goes on the network. Refuses letting that many people see or hear him.]

I've been trying to get out of here for a hour. I'll admit that I don't have the best sense of direction, but I don't think a fucking classroom should be tripping me up this badly. It's like some tween's idea of a nightmare, the idea of a classroom spreading into infinity and no matter how far you'll go you'll just end up back in the same shithole where assholes with acne problems and brains the size of pea pods scramble to be king of dipshit mountain in proving their alpha males.

I could make some quirky little comment about how school never ends, but that's immensely blaise. I will cut the tongue out of the first five people who make some kind of joke like that to me, and have you tell your joke again and record it for prosperity. It'll be funniest way to tell that joke.

I'll laugh at least.

B - Action Prompt: House at the End of the Lane

[The scavenger life is one that Nny is accustomed to. It's one he hates, but he could understand it. It was just that here he didn't scrounge by by looting the corpses of the assholes who dared to cross him, to mock him, to try and lessen his already fragile existence.

In a weird way, he could at least appreciate the decor of this world, if it really was real and not some elaborate dream his mind had made up for him. Johnny didn't doubt that a place like this is something his mind could concoct, would think up. Saying he enjoyed it would be inaccurate; but saying he understood the ugly truth this place represented, well.

That was closer to how he felt.

Taking a can of...beets? Carrots, maybe? Johnny isn't sure. Some food that comes in a can with a picture that looks like it might be a vegetable. Food, of a type. It's his now, whatever it is, though he probably shouldn't be ungrateful.

He goes out the outline of the family, shaking the can a bit.]

Hey. It doesn't seem like you're using this right now. Or ever, heh. ...You mind if I take it?

[He looks around, quietly, at the charred ruins that was once a home.]

Nice place. It's very, uh. Apocalyptic in decor.

A

[overallsandlaptop]

[Coco is going to just ignore the tongue comment because that feels like a can of worms she doesn't want to really deal with right now.]

Do you need help getting out of that class room still? I'm headed towards the school now, so I could yell from the doorway to direct you.

B

[spoileralert]

[ Steph finds the place just a little after Johnny does, having come from the opposite direction. And she wanders in just in time to hear the guy talking to himself. ]

Uhh... is there someone else here I should know about?

Coco Bandicoot | Crash Bandicoot

[overallsandlaptop]

[ONE - Network Distortion]

[An audio feed clicks to life, the voice in question belonging to a small bandicoot. She at best sounds twelve years old and immensely curious.]

Okay, I'm assuming everyone else is getting the weird face glitch too? Has anyone tested out how it works beyond blurring out one face? Will it distort a lot of faces in one area? Will holding up a picture of a face do the same thing? Is there a face recognition software programmed into the network? Do you think a mask would trip it up?

I'm trying to work on making a mask to try out the last question since I found some junk paper laying around and am kinda stuck for now.

[THREE - No soliciting]

[Coco for her part is staying farther away from the other person in question, hunched in her slightly too big jacket. She has a frown settled on her lips, muzzle scrunched up slightly. Being a mutant bandicoot means she's getting used to the weird looks from people around here.] Look, I'm not going to bother you or anything. I just want to sleep okay? I'm tired, I can tell you're tired, lets just... relax.

[An idea strikes her as she settles down a little more. The twelve year old perks up slightly, glancing at the other person with a toothy smile.] Here- I have something we could share, food I mean. Even if you don't eat it now, I'm okay with sharing half of it with you.

three

[averytinyparticle]

[Quark's eyes are wide and he's been hard-pressed to come out from behind this dumb little makeshift barrier he's erected. But then...the small would-be anomaly starts talking, and he realizes...he's being really dumb right now, isn't he? His face colors. He doesn't come out quite yet, but at least he straightens, starting to look guilty.]

Sorry...I just thought...

[She probably knows what he just thought.]

Sometimes my eyes play tricks on me you know? I've been kind of on edge lately. But you're wearing a coat and everything, so...you really are just another one of us.

one

[spoileralert]

[ Steph pulls on her half-mask before turning on the video function, because that's an interesting thought. Unfortunately, it doesn't have any effect on the static. ]

Haven't tested it out much, but I've got a mask on now. There aren't a whole lot of groups for you to try it with.

wight | original

[bonezoned]

one

[ @uh, video ]
[ After a few minutes of watching the network in confusion, Wight figures it might finally be time to say something about it. Whatever was causing it was way out of his league-- it's not magic, that much he's fairly sure of, and that means he's at even more of a loss than usual. Tech of this level is a complete mystery to him, and as far as he knows, it could be anything. ]
[ His own feed is just as static-filled as the others, but there's the vague shape of an inhuman skull in the cloud blocking out what's presumably his face. The voice that accompanies it is deep, rumbling, and not at all a good match for the words he speaks. ]
Hey, um-- guys? If anybody's out there right now, but-- well. You're showing up on the...network? So I guess that counts as a sign of life. [ Wight awkwardly burrows into his coat, glancing around the room for a second. He's definitely alone in here at least, and he feels it. ] What's going on with this? This being the-- The static, I think it's called. Looks like there's a problem with this thing.

...oooor maybe this is normal. If it is, whoops. Don't mind me! [ That...probably was supposed to be a laugh, although it didn't sound much like one at all. ] Carry on with your day.


four

[ He's seen things like this before. It doesn't really make it any easier to look at, but he's had enough time to put the necessary amount of distance between himself and the reality of what happened here. Wight treads carefully all the same, charcoal crunching under his hooves as he creeps through the house-- he has no way to be sure if what caused all this damage is still around, and he's certainly not keen on the idea of triggering it again. Perhaps he's being overly cautious, but he doesn't want to risk it. ]
[ The best he can do is bow his head in a moment of silent sympathy as he passes the silhouettes, gripping the strap of his backpack a little tighter. He's no invoker-- death rites were never a part of his training, and he can't help but feel as though they'd fall flat here anyway. It wasn't difficult to tell what they'd been doing before they'd died, and the image brings up a more pragmatic thought. The people that lived here were gone, but their belongings remained, more or less; maybe, by some chance, there would be food or supplies hidden, untouched by the fire that had consumed everything else. ]

[ Wight clears his throat, looking back over his shoulder at his companion-- if they'd had a similar idea, they might already be getting to work rummaging through the wreckage. He's been a little too preoccupied with the shapes on the wall to keep track of them. ]

...you think they'd be bothered if we took some stuff? [ He tilts his head toward the outlines, voice hushed and cautious. This wouldn't be his first time scavenging the dead, but if there's any objections, he doesn't mind leaving it be. ] Might wanna look at what we have, first-- see if we'd be hurting real bad without a restock.

one

[averytinyparticle]

@quark; video

[Quark shakes his head, but, well, the static. So, it's hard to really tell.]

Nah, this is pretty weird. I dunno what could be causing it, though. I bet Winter would know, but we can't always reach her! At least the voice feature is still working. That's something.

four

[spoileralert]

I don't think they'd mind.

[ Steph certainly didn't hesitate before starting to search the place. She's very matter-of-fact about it, too, like she's not even bothered by the charred outline.

They freak her the hell out, and she refuses to look at them. ]

But it can't hurt to say 'please' and 'thank you'. And maybe 'sorry for what happened to you'.

four

[charmed_and_dangerous]

They're long gone.

[Still, she speaks softly as she comes up behind Wight, a look of sadness on her face as she gazes at the silhouettes. She turns her gaze up at him, solemnity in her features.]

We should take just what we need. We can thank them for it before we leave.

Solid Snake | Metal Gear Solid

[sneakysnek]

Two: Straight to Detention

[What the hell is he even doing here, he wonders. He looks down at the floor besides him, at the small satchel of supplies he'd managed to scavenge before finding himself here. Snake thinks sarcastically to himself about how ridiculous he is even sitting in this chair, and he remembers vague, distant memories of a childhood that hardly seem like his own, of sitting in the small, stuffy classrooms of his youth before he'd eventually join the military and leave that life far behind. The smack on his hand and the reprimand shock him out of his reverie, and he leaps out of his seat, gun drawn and clearing the entry points of the room with his eyes forward. But... there aren't any entry points...]

What the--

[Snake moves towards the wall-- where he remembers the door being-- and brushes it with his hand as though it would reveal itself to him if he had. Instead, when he turns around, the room has shifted again, the position of the desks nothing like it has seemed moments ago. The room even seems longer somehow, though he knows that's not possible. "What the hell is going on..." He lowers his gun, and grumbles beneath his breath like someone is playing a trick on him and he doesn't find it funny. Kneeling down, he pulls the small tablet out of his travel pack and reaches out to network. Maybe someone else will have some idea of what's happening here...]

This is Snake. Someone get me the hell out of here. Does anybody read me?


Three: No Soliciting

[The poly-thermal technology of his sneaking suit provided Snake protection from the below zero temperatures of Norfinbury's unrelenting winter, but too much exposure to the freezing winds would kill even him given enough time. He comes upon the building late that evening, derelict and moaning beneath the beating of the weather back outside. He moves further in, gun drawn and in low ready position as he advances forward, hugging the corners as he moves from room to room looking for warm corners and abandoned supplies. It's when he hears shuffling in the next room over that he realizes that he might not be alone, and clears the threshold with his weapon raised.]

Who are you?


Four: House at the End of the Lane

[The winter wind beats at his face, and his stomach rumbles as he approaches the outside of the house. He imagines at one time that it may have been more idyllic, as he passes through the beaten picket fence on the perimeter and through the charred front door, still with its hints of red, flaking paint. His heartbeat is like a steady metronome, and he considers just how at home he feels in the burned down ghost of someone else's livelihood. The cold reminds him of the loneliness of Alaska, where he was free to drink himself to death, unburdened by anything but his own tormented thoughts. And the house reminds him of his comfort in the middle of a war zone, and how if this house were perfect, with beige suburban walls and warm sunlight bathing the room, it would make his skin crawl. Still, the literal shadows of the past on the wall unnerve him and take him out of his concentration. He approaches them slowly as though they may leap out at him and reaches out to touch them with his fingertips. It's so hard to tell what's real here sometimes...]

Three

[ecks]

[The young woman who comes into view as Snake clears the threshold of the room is dressed head to toe in drab, mottled gray. Her expression is utterly blank as she rises from a nest of bags and -- stuffed animals? -- piled up in the corner, a hatchet in her hand. The other hand is heavily bandaged, strapped against her belly in a makeshift sling, but she moves with the assurance and readiness of a trained killer as she comes to her feet, yellow eyes taking in the whole of him, coldly calculating. Her face and her visible hand are a grotesque patchwork of differently colored pieces of skin. Her voice is a monotone that gives no more away than her face.]

I am Ecks. I am capable of murdering you but I would prefer not to do so.

Two!

[bookofnope]

@Mnemosyne; voice

[Ah, but haven't they all wanted to shout these same words out loud now and then, if not every moment of every day. Beckett sounds wry in response:]

And how, exactly, do you suppose we should accomplish this feat?

Monkey | Kubo and the Two Strings

[charmed_and_dangerous]

I. @what | audio

This thing is broken.

[Monkey delivers this announcement in the same irritated deadpan that seems to form the baseline for most of her existence. She pauses to consider for just a second, then amends the thought.]

Or maybe all of your faces are broken. Someone who understands these machines care to tell me why I can't see anyone anymore?


IV - House at the End of the Lane

[This place reeks of long ago death, and Monkey's explorations of it have been slow and uneasy, whatever her traveling companion has gotten up to in the meantime. When she comes to the kitchen she halts, eyes widening as she takes in the silhouettes. There is nothing like the weapon that did this in the time and place from where she came, but she understands immediately what the silhouettes must mean. She reaches out a hand to brush gently over the blank patch that would be the child's face.

When she hears her traveling companion enter the room, she abruptly withdraws her hand, mouth drawing tight as she turns to look at them.]

@wiccandoit, audio

[fanboyascended]

In my technical, not-very-expert opinion -

[ Pause for dramatic effect. ]

-Our faces are broken.

Naminé | Kingdom Hearts

[thememorywitch]

One

[Naminé had been struggling with the thing all day. Being caught off from others scared the hell out of her, so she had been desperate to get it fixed. She isn't sure if it's the network or just her device. Either way, it isn't good for her. If she cut off too long she might just lose it.

Finally it seems something is working. She can only feel a small amount of relief though. What if nobody is around? Her voice comes out, but it's shaky and clearly full of anxiety.]

H-Hello? Can anyone hear me?

[She makes sure to send out a text message just in case the audio fails.]

Four

[It's horrible. More than she can bear. Naminé has to squeeze her eyes shut at the sight at first. Why did it have to be like this?

After a few moments, she's able to turn away and starts to help her companion start to search the house. Her motivation comes from how hungry she is, so unfortunately she just has to deal with this horror.]

Did you find anything?

four ;

[bonezoned]

Nah. Not yet. [ He almost shakes his head, but glances back at her over his shoulder instead-- Naminé doesn't sound fine, and it's not hard to guess why. This is an upsetting place to be, and Wight doubts she's comfortable. ] You, uh... mm.
[ Words, however, are a bit more difficult. Wight turns away from the cabinets he'd been rooting through, awkwardly stepping up to her side; he makes a point to jostle the contents of his pack a little to make sure she knows he's approaching, just to be on the safe side. ]

You okay? Kinda-- don't look it. [ He's noticeably quiet when he asks, and the worry in his voice is clear. ] D'you wanna just leave...? We don't have to stick around. Don't think there's anythin' in here we need that bad.

Heather Mason | Silent Hill 3

[whohastimefortears]

Two:

[This place reminds Heather of that town from her childhood. Especially the idea of a strict teacher. It makes her wonder if this was one a religious school like the one she used to go to. Of course the one she was in was for the cult so...

Either way, the girl is lost. She's taking deep breaths not to panic and let herself be overwhelmed. If she loses it, it's over. She opens up her tablet and prays for an answer.]

Hello? Hey, I need help! I'm lost!

Three:

[Heather's grip around her rusty pipe tightens at the sight of the other. The last thing she wants to do is fight, but like hell she's gonna die in this shithole. Her looks is hard at first but she forces herself to soften.]

Hey uh...look this place is big. I can stay in one half and you can stay in another. Sound good?

[Or maybe they could just get along...?]

Three - lemme know if this doesn't work, I can change it!

[absentconstellation]

[ The human-sized backpack certainly makes it look as though someone has set up camp here. The door to the next room opening may have even startled her, when accompanied by a very grim sounding "who is there?" But there doesn't seem to be anyone on the other side of the door...

If she looks down, she will find a black cat with a strange pendant on his collar staring up at her with bright purple eyes. His tail is low to the ground as he approaches, a sign of distrust. ]

Ventus || Kingdom Hearts

[reflectance]

[ ONE ]

[ Ven was, truthfully, not very good with these tablets in general let alone when they were malfunctioning like this. The video starts up, showing his blurry, distorted face and his (thankfully) non-distorted voice follows soon after. ]

Are these things supposed to do this?

[ And then the video starts spinning, like he's turning the tablet around to see if that will somehow help... with little regard to whoever's watching- the combination of spinning and distortion can't be fun to watch! ]

I think mine might be broken. I've only dropped it a couple times, though!


[ THREE ]

[ He'd definitely been told that he should pay more attention to things; you know, "look before you leap" and all that. Definitely somewhere along the line. In fact, he can hear a small voice in his head telling him that right now as he notices someone who does not seem happy to see him literally running into their shelter of a house.

The internal voice sounds a little like Aqua, he thinks. ]

Ah, I'm really sorry! I didn't know anyone else was in here, I was just trying to get out of the cold.

three

[spoileralert]

[ In fairness, the look of disgust Steph is shooting him mostly stems from her own desire to take advantage of the time alone for a badly-needed total breakdown. She was all ready to curl up in her blanket nest, hug her stuffed animals like they're her only friends and cry herself to sleep. Maybe light a candle. Possibly set non-candle things on fire. Whatever mood struck her.

Now she sighs, turning away to glare at her nest, which doesn't deserve her ire any more than he does but at least isn't sentient. ]

Whatever. Aren't we all, right? It's too late for you to get anywhere else, anyway.

James Wilson | House MD

[onlytwothings]

One: Distortion

Hello? Is this thing working?

[ It seems to be, even if the picture clearly isn't. The distortion and static has an odd effect, one that doesn't really help calm Wilson's nerves.

Not that he's appearing overly nervous, but then again, that's difficult to tell just from the picture alone. ]

I think whoever maintains these things needs to do some investigating, because clearly, there's a problem. Unless this is just how this device functions on a daily basis, which is both unfortunate and irritating.

[ He pauses for a second. ]

Or, I suppose this could just be a case of user error. Is anyone else having this problem?

Three: No Soliciting

[ Wilson considered himself fortunate that he had a jacket that at least provided some small protection from the elements. What he didn't have was gloves, however, and although he kept his hands firmly inside his jacket pockets, they still were beginning to feel uncomfortably cold.

So when he practically stumbled on a small, shack-like building, he couldn't help the rush of something like gratitude for luck being on his side at that particular moment. What he couldn't have anticipated is that someone would all but wrench the door out of his grasp the second he tried the doorknob. ]

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was there.

[ He quickly tried to apologize, because he hadn't planned on walking in on anyone. But even as he offered his apology, he hoped that whoever he'd stumbled upon would be generous enough to let him come in out of the cold. ]

Four: House at the End of the Lane

[ Wilson had seen some terrible things in his time, usually in the form of his patients dying terrible deaths. Not from any particularly violent act, but rather, from cancer. Still, the cause of death was just as horrible as if his patients had been murdered or otherwise met their end.

But nothing could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him when he entered what remained of a family's kitchen. Face paling, he stepped backward a few paces, wishing he'd never decided to walk into this particular room.

But then, in that same breath, he realized there might be useful supplies here, and thus, he needed to stay where he was. That was, of course, easier said than done, and under the pretext of trying to collect himself, he asked the person he was with a question: ]

Have you found anything useful?

One; @Spoiler; audio

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You're not the only one. Just static instead of faces, right? I'm seeing it too.