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: IF YOU DON'T... Lockdown has just hit, and you're preparing to settle in for the night when, suddenly, there's a noise from your phone. A notification buzz that sounds almost like the naughty laughter of a child. It looks like you have a new app, the icon displaying a jack-o-lantern. Choosing to open it will reveal a screen with two buttons: trick and treat. Only, trying to click on "treat" only garners more of that laughter from before. Maybe that's the trick. And if you click on "trick"...well, nothing happens. Not to you, anyway, but someone else is bound to find a nasty note in their inbox with your username attached--or maybe even an audio clip of your voice, a brief video of what certainly looks to be you...but you're sure you didn't send this person anything. So what's going on? Nonetheless, whatever "trick" was received from you (or maybe you're the one on the receiving end) someone's got some explaining to do. TWO: THE UNLUCKIEST DAY You don't wake up feeling as if today is any day different from any of the others...but that all changes very quickly when something unfortunate happens. Maybe you pull your tablet out of your bag to find that the screen appears shattered like a mirror. Maybe the dark outline of a black cat pads along the bottom of your inbox. Maybe cement-like cracks appear along your keypad as you try to type, warning you not to step on them. Or maybe still, the shadow of the slope of a ladder looms ominously over your screen. Whatever it is, the end result is the same: suddenly, you're experiencing terrible bouts of back luck. It could come in many forms. Maybe you're tripping over your feet more than usual. Maybe you opened your bag after traveling to find a hole had ripped through the bottom and your lost some useful inventory. Maybe your rations have gone bad. Maybe you even injure yourself. Regardless of how it manifests, the status effect lasts until the rest of the day. Maybe you can turn to the network and see if others are experiencing the same or similar problems--or maybe someone has an idea on how to reverse it. Action Prompts THREE: MONSTER MASH You and your traveling companion have some quick thinking to do. Why? Because you were just chased not by one or even two anomalies, but by a whole hungry hoard. It's a miracle, you think, that the two of you were able to make it in unscathed...but it doesn't take long for you to realize that getting inside was hardly the difficult part. You've chosen an unfortunately big building to hide in, and between the two of you there aren't enough hands to hold down all the windows and block all the doors. What's worse: lockdown is still a few hours away. It looks like you have a few options: try and systematically block every exit point before the anomalies can make their way through them, make a break for a different building, or let them in and take shelter deeper in the house, in a room with a single door that will hopefully be able to hold until morning. There are, of course, ups and downs with each course of action. Can you get all the windows fast enough? Can you outrun all the anomalies from such a short distance? If the monsters are locked inside with you, is there a possibility that they'll still be there the next morning? Regardless, you have to think fast. You'll only have one shot at getting this right. FOUR: GIVE ME SOMETHING GOOD When you first find this house, you think you and your traveling companion have hit the jackpot. The cabinets are bursting with food, the closets and cupboards bursting with useful supplies--even electronics! At least, that's how it seems. But then you look closer, and nothing's real. Everything's filled with neatly wrapped candies in plain black and orange paper. That backpack is made of tissue paper--that sleeping bag crumbles when touched, a very realistic dust sculpture. What's worse, only some of the candies prove to be candies. Others, neatly packaged teeth, eyeballs, spider carcasses... But are those even really there? You might step in one room and back out again to discover the whole place empty, your findings, horrible or otherwise, completely imagined.

Comments

Bluestar | Warrior Cats

[dousedflame]

ONE - Network

[Bluestar has been having trouble since the beginning figuring out her device, but she has enough of a handle on it that she can open apps with her nose and send audio messages. And, apparently, it was enough to figure out the 'trick or treat' app. Not that she has the knowledge to understand the concept behind it.

This message is sent to your character's private inbox, and opens to show a video of the ceiling wherever it is. A russian blue cat with a graying muzzle and a dark cat coat moves to watch them, her eyes sharp and ears pricked with annoyance.]

You know what you are? A filthy, stinking Twoleg. You're all the same, you know - all disgusting creatures that destroy everything that the cats around them need to survive. Locking us in cages, keeping us trapped in their nests as decorations and playthings. I can't trust a single one of you.

[Here's the thing, though... she hasn't taken the time to speak to anyone on the network so far. So what could her issue possibly be?]

THREE - Action

Bluestar bundles her way into the building, ears pinned back and tail fluffed, and stands panting in shock as her companion slams the door behind them. She can't help here - she can't hold the door, she can't even keep a window shut, and her claws are no good for something meant to intimidate a Twoleg. Even if she could get them out in time in these stupid cat boots.

"What were those things?" She spits, not even expecting an answer. She paces around before jumping up onto a window, body low as she peers up at the sky, "It's barely moonrise, we won't make it in a nest this size!"

That much she's learned in her short time here. Every Twoleg nest is large to her, but the larger they get the harder they are to defend with only one or two Twolegs to help her. If she runs up the ledges behind them, maybe she can find somewhere small and dark to hide, but her Twoleg... well, she can't believe she's thinking this, but she'd be in big trouble without this Twoleg helping her. She'd have to find somewhere for them to hide too.

Slipping back off of the windowsill she skitters around to check the doors, looking for the space with the least windows. "Can you hold that long enough for me to scout for a smaller- room?" It's a strange word for her still, but she's doing her best.

FOUR - Action

Well... it may not be attractive to Twolegs, but prey is scarce in a place like this. Though she walked here alone, she's stumbled across a place filled with crinkly paper things that spill out little bits of things... and if anything seems worth checking through, it's that.

When someone stumbles onto her she's pawing through a tissue paper pumpkin, next to a pile of candies that she's tossing aside as trash and another pile of good things like eyeballs, spiders, insects and even-

Her eyes widen with delight as she unwraps what looks like a party popper, but actually contains an entire dead mouse - fresh, but cold. Finally, something worth eating!

Of course, Clan cats are still Clan cats, even among Twolegs - you might want to be careful about spooking her while she's chowing down.

@hotstud_xxx; text

[rubikscomplex]

okay, puss-in-tight-boots
but tell me how you really feel

@featherydouche; text

[mrcreamsicles]

ok thanks but heres the thing
i dont have legs
pretty sure meow mix would beg to differ on my service rating too but you can ask him yourself

@librarian; video; one

[cahooted]

You know, this is why people say they're a dog person.

[Really, of all the messages in his inbox – and he's been harassed by an angel in a snapback – this is probably the strangest one so far. Flynn frowns at the screen, feeling weirdly offended and argumentative. There's something weirdly hurtful about being insulted by a cat.]

And it's really not my fault showers are so hard to come by in this place. We can't all lick ourselves clean, you know? [He grimaces, holding up his hand.] Let's... pretend I didn't just say that.

[He just stares at the camera some more.] I don't even have a cat.

4

[clowngirl]

Harley arrives shortly after Bluestar, hoping desperately that this house will finally yield some supplies. Specifically food. She's running low. Despite the danger ever-present in Norfinbury, the woman makes no special effort to enter quietly or even particularly carefully. If hangry is the acting angry as the result of being hungry, then one could say that Harley is acting stangry.

When she reaches the kitchen, she thinks she sees little more than a cat rooting through some trash. "Eww! Kitty, don't eat garbage mice!"

THREE

[leftpaw]

Luckily, it's not just any scrawny Twoleg accompanying her right now, but rather a five-hundred-pound cat warbeast. Tybalt has no trouble holding the door on his own even against several creatures, that is, of course, until the anomalies figure out to try entering the building through a different spot.

Considering they can't touch them, his own claws aren't exactly helpful, either.

Back against the door, he glances down at his tiny relative (she had to be, regular cats did not speak in his world after all) with a bit of concern. She was right, of course, but retreating deeper into the building could be troublesome. Unless --

"Right, yes. See if there's a way to the second floor, and if so, how many." Securing a staircase or two would be easier than all these doors and windows, and he had some experience building defensive entrenchments, though he usually had more to work with than this.

Ian Malcolm | Jurrasic Park

[thereitis]

two; video

[Patterns. They're so inherent to Malcolm's life he quickly figures this one for what it is. So after his personal Series of Unfortunate Events – annoying, but not life-threatening, surprisingly – he's putting the system to the test by sitting down and doing nothing; waiting for the event to come find him. He hits up the network, too, to see if that will trigger anything (an attempt to further embarrass him, most likely, but that's science for you).

It starts out right away when, for some reason, selecting audio – his preferred default – immediately switches to video and he finds himself unable to change it back.]

Ah, uh, hm.

[Malcolm watches the screen, thumb idly scratching his chin. Just seconds later there is a crashing noise in the background. He takes off his glasses (which are cracked, as if someone stepped on them), looks at whatever just happened outside the camera's field of view, puts them back on.]

So, how is everybody today? Anyone else experiencing, uh, [His lips twitch for a moment.] accumulating events of misfortune?



three; action


[At least it's not a dinosaur.

It has become his mantra these days and it helps, to a degree, with everything.

Icy snow hell? At least there's no dinosaurs. Prophet cult cutting your face in half? Yeah, but, could have been a dinosaur. It's not that Malcolm has suddenly turned reformed optimist, it's rather that this place is such a different set of PTSD he still has some capacities left.

This here comes -- close, however.

Glancing out one of the windows he can see the horde approaching, and he grits his teeth, grabbing his companion's arm, ready to help them along if he has to. There's too many windows here, they'll try that, they'll circle around, burst through from all sides. It's too much déja-vù and Malcolm's usual soft-spoken, sardonic attitude is all but replaced by wide-eyed adrenaline.]

I know this isn't supposed to be the 90s anymore but I would really like to move it, move it.

two

[warriorscribe]

[And here comes a reply from @Enoch. Curiously, though he almost always responds to voice or video with one of those two, he's using text now:]

I had wondered. I have never seen these tablets break save encounters with certain things we should not be encountering, and yet suddenly mine refuses to acknowledge any sound, and there's a persistent shadow over my screen, at that. I've done nothing out of the ordinary today.

three

[dousedflame]

[Her fur is completely fluffed up as she bundles through the door, needing no help from him but still sticking close to him as he pushes the door shut. Whatever he just said, she can't think of what it means, but she gets the gist - they should not be in a nest this big, they won't be able to defend it on their own.]

We need a smaller place to hide from them.

[Her eyes are wide, pupils pin-pricks, fur bristled all along her spine and tail. But she's been leader of ThunderClan for nearly three years, and nothing comes to her as easily as battle tactics.]

Come on, let's check above those ledges- [She flicks her tail toward the staircase behind them.] There must be some... small den we can fit you into until morning.

@PetertheGreat, video, Two

[zunesareawesome]

[There's a distinct smudge that makes Peter's image look blurry. He wipes at the screen but it just makes it worse.]

Yeah, not just me? That's fantastic. By the way, I really would have liked to enjoy my can o' soup but apparently my tablet decided it'd rather wear it. And my clothes.

Two; video

[clowngirl]

[Harley appears on video, rubbing the top of her head and looking a little dazed.] I'll let ya know in a minute... Just hold still and tell me how many of ya I'm s'posedta be lookin' at...

three.

[stumbledfromtheashes]

[Iona doesn't need the hand on her arm, but she appreciates it none-the-less. It's reassuring, because this isn't anything like what she's used to. Similar, maybe, but whatever is chasing them is nothing like the demons she's fought before.

She huffs a tense laugh.]

I don't even know what that means. [The general idea comes across, though.] But you're right. We should get moving.

Rocket Raccoon | GotG2

[procyon_lotor]

ONE: IF YOU DON'T...

[ Of course Rocket hits trick first. He's not a wimp and only wimps pick "treat" when given the choice between trick or treat. Especially when you're trapped in a creepy town and a new, unknown app is miraculously downloaded onto your phone.

Right, that.

But when nothing happens, he tries "treat" too, since it's the only other button in the app, and when he hears that laughter, Rocket snickers before he rolls his eyes. ]

Some good this is. [ He thinks, before moving on. But little does he know, someone out there, a message with his username attached says:

Hey sweetcakes. Sure as hell don't get comfortable, because before this night is over? You'll be all carved up.

Morbid. And clearly nothing Rocket would ever say to anyone. Ever. ]

TWO: THE UNLUCKIEST DAY

[ When the video starts, Rocket is mid-yell. ]

-OEVER IS MESSING WITH ME BETTER KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING. BECAUSE OH BOY, THE GAME? IT'S ON.

[ He presses his furry face real close to the camera. ]

WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU'RE GONNA WISH ALL YOU HAD WERE SPOILED RATIONS AND CLOTHES FULLA HOLES IN EM.

THREE: MONSTER MASH

[ It's bad enough that he has no tech here. No traps, no explosives, not even random prosthetic legs or eyes he can make spare parts out of. Hell, the houses don't even have so much as a battery that's bigger than AAA, and that was a lucky day.

So now, being chased by these ... things into a building that has too many entry and exit points? Pretty much the most goddamn frustrating nightmare that he's been in. In fact, no, everyone needs to know exactly how he feels right now: ]

It's bad enough that there's barely any food and heat here, but now we have to live through THIS? [ He says, jumping from window to window, trying to lock the shutters. ] Bad guys that wanna rip our throats open, and I can't fight back with anything except a goddamn ... what is that even? A coil from some used box spring?

[ That's when something heavy hits the nearest door. A thud that makes heads turn in fear, and that unsettles the smallest piece of dust in the creakiest of corners. ]

THREE

[zunesareawesome]

And a paper cutter and a block of firewood. [The paper cutter came in handy sometimes, but neither was enough to get the anomaly of that guy with the shield that grabbed Bucky when Peter was traveling with him. Peter was still upset he couldn't save him.]

We KNOW, okay!?

[Peter's frantically shutting what windows he can, but he too freezes when he hears the thud. He remembers the last encounter he had with that anomaly, the nausea and nosebleeds from close proximity, and he'd been knocked unconscious by just one touch. This wasn't like fightin' aliens, this was something he had no defense against. And it was not cool.]

Maybe that was just the wind.

One!

[sleight_of_fate]

The response comes from the user "@hexappeal", also in text.

Hey there, buttercup. Whatever you say, but wouldn't be the first time. Just for the record, I cut back.

two

[dousedflame]

You're a raccoon.

[That is, apparently, the first thing Bluestar takes out of this. Her whiskers are bristled with offense, but it takes a moment before she's absorbed enough about this scenario to really respond to him.]

....Why can you talk?

[Raccoons shouldn't be smart enough to talk, says the talking cat.]

one

[thereitis]

[Very uncharacteristic indeed. Clearly nothing Malcolm would ever expect from him on any other day.

He frowns at the text, smacking his lips. Granted, it's not the worst message people have left him with? Not by a long shot, but he can usually trace that back to some kind of origin. Then again, it's Rocket. So, to engage or not to engage, that's the question.]

One of these days people are gonna realize what a nice hat you'd make.

Inquisitor Lavellan | Dragon Age Inquisition

[stumbledfromtheashes]

Two: The Unluckiest Day.

You have GOT to be bloody kidding me.

[Iona looks terrible. There is mud smeared on her face and in her hair and covering her body as she cradles her injured wrist to her chest. And she is thoroughly irritated.]

I don’t know what I’ve done to piss off the gods today, but it has got to stop. Is anyone else dealing with a frustrating onslaught of bad luck?


Three: Monster Mash.

The more things change... But the things chasing them aren’t red templars, they aren’t demons. Not any sort that she’s familiar with, anyway, and Iona is quite sure she’s met the gamut of them during her time with the Inquisition. No. These are... something else.

And whatever they are... they’re hungry.

The building she and her travelling companion have found themselves in is too large, with too many entrances. But there’s no guarantee they could make to another, more defensible building, either. And they are rapidly running out of time.

So she makes a decision, a desperate one (hoping all the while that it’s not going to get them killed) slamming windows and closing doors with all the roguish speed she has in her.

“I never thought I’d say this,” she comments wryly, in the middle of shoving a heavy piece of furniture in front of the main entrance to the room they’re in. “But I think I miss the red templars.”

The sound of heavy footsteps outside the door makes her still, every muscle tensing as she waits to see what its next move is.

Two

[whiteknightnecromancer]

[Dorian looks a bit thinner and his hair has grown out some but otherwise he's still maintaining proper hygiene.]

No? It's been the usual day of scavenging and waiting for monsters to leap out at me. Do tell.

Hannibal Lecter | Hannibal

[tablewithoutpity]

TWO

[Hannibal thrives on planning to the most minute detail, playing a long game that more often than not spools out over months or even years. Today, however, he is watching certain preparations crumble. Spoiled provisions, a split seam in his backpack, a hole in his canteen. Certainly not surmountable by any means, but it does make him curious.

He texts the network from @rephaitemercy.]

It is said that shallow men believe in luck, while strong men believe in cause and effect. While it is foolish to deny cooincidence, similarly unwise is it to discount the possibility of method behind madness. Were one to witness an effect that might tempt one to be so shallow as to believe in luck, would there be some hidden cause to restore one's strength?

@w.graham; text

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

There is nothing wrong with believing in luck, even if it is a design of our own making. It helps to provide a sense of faith, when cause and effect might otherwise crush us.

Molly Walker | Heroes (Reborn)

[locational]

1 : Network
[Molly generally prides herself on being pretty up to date with technology. Her friendship with Micah combined with needing to keep swapping out phones every month or two means that she at least has a basic understanding of the way things work. Right now, her device isn't working like she thinks it should. There shouldn't be static and creepy kid laughter.

She's made the mistake of choosing to open the app, and has just spent the past five minutes button mashing the treat button. When nothing but more laughter happens, she hastily closes out the app. In a few seconds, she gets a message to her inbox. It's from someone she doesn't know, but that's not exactly hard. She doesn't really know anyone yet. The message is pretty creepy, whatever it is, and manages to insult and bother her. So she sends the username a quick message back.]

What in the hell was that? I don't even know you!

3 : Action
"Hurry!" Molly shouts out over her shoulder as they run through the empty building. It's huge, what probably might've been a warehouse. There isn't much in here, but she knows that they need to act fast. They're walking targets trapped in here, and she isn't sure they have the time or resources to try and block all the windows and doors. They're hours away from potential safety, which means that they need another plan.

She skids to a stop in the middle of a large room, and her eyes scan upward toward the second story. No, not up there. It looks too rickety. They need to stay on the main level.

"We need to find a room we can lock ourselves in. There's no way we'll be able to make it if we don't."

She isn't about to call this person she's just recently met a friend, and she sure as hell doesn't trust them. But if they can manage to keep each other alive through this, then she'll be a lot more willing to work with them than anyone else here.

4 : Action
Splitting up with her partner of the moment in a little old house seems harmless. It's fully loaded with food and supplies, and Molly lets the other person investigate that while she looks through the house for any potential threats to their safety. It's while she's stalking through the house that things start to get weird. Some of the things around the house that she's tried grabbing aren't real at all; they're basically props that someone might put in a model home. The further into the house she progresses, things that she touches crumble right beneath her fingers. Little knick knacks turn into bundles of eyes and teeth, and she decides after that not to touch anything at all.

When she opens a door in the upstairs hallway and steps inside, the door slams shut behind her. Really freaked out now, she rushes back out, only to find the entire upstairs floor is empty and pitch black. The walls are jagged and the flooring twisted. Not sure what's going on, Molly gulps and takes off running to find the stairs. She stumbles her way down them and runs right into the other person.

Blinking as she clutches hold of them, she notices now that things down here may look musty and old but they're not creepy. It's actually pretty...normal.

"Whatever you do, don't go upstairs."

Four (I haven't watched Heroes Reborn, btw)

[myfreakshow]

"Why? What's upstairs?"

Claire's been investigating the downstairs while her partner checks out what's upstairs, and when Molly comes back, almost running into her, she turns to face her, torn between being worried and curious. Things here are a real mixed bag; either whatever's around is terrifying and potentially vomit-inducing or it's something morbid but not immediately harmful. Sometimes things can be life-threatening, but luckily for her, she hasn't encountered anything like that just yet.

"Are you okay?"

Malina | Heroes Reborn

[elementing]

Two: @malina
[Malina is used to being by herself and surviving on her own. That part of being here doesn't bother her. What does bother her is the fact her usually coordinated self is pretty uncoordinated today. It's highly unusual for her and she's starting to think it's this place doing something to her.]

Is anyone else having crappy luck today? I think I've tripped over my feet at least fifty times. I managed to actually do something to my leg earlier and now I can't walk anywhere, so anybody out there that knows more than basic first aid? I really could use your help.

Three
Malina's known since waking up and arriving that something's wrong with her powers. She doesn't feel tapped into nature, can't sense and feel the Earth itself. It feels like she's been cut off from a vital organ, since she's had access to her ability her entire life. She's still in the process of adjusting, but it takes a close call for her to finally accept the fact that she's without her powers. She's met up with someone by chance and they've managed to outrun the hoard of anomalies, but it looks like their luck has run out. While her partner attempts to find a way to blockade themselves inside the large building, she attempts to use her powers in her panic.

Standing tall, with her arms raised up, it takes her a few seconds to realize that she isn't going to be able to summon up a larger ice storm to freeze these things. For the first time ever, she's powerless and entirely defenseless. Her eyes widen as it finally settles in, and she takes off toward her new friend at a run.

"We've got to hide." She grabs their hand and moves as fast as she can, looking for a hiding place.

Four

"Stay close," she tells the person exploring the house with her. She may only be sixteen, but she's used to taking charge and being put in a leadership position. She just naturally assumes it here, no matter the age of the person that's with her.

They're creeping through the basement, looking for supplies. Everything they touch turns out to be fake, which puts Malina on edge. She's taking the lead, walking up the rickety wooden steps that lead upstairs. She's half expecting to find anomalies waiting for them, but when she opens the door she's pleasantly surprised to see a sparsely furnished and welcoming kitchen. She looks back toward her partner with a smile on her face.

"I think we'll be alright tonight. There's - " Her words cut off as she glances back toward the kitchen. What was once welcoming and nice is now bare and dusty. It makes her take a cautious step back, pushing against her partner that's now right behind her on the stairs.

"Let's just keep looking for supplies."

Three

[termineur]

Gabriel hadn't expected to run into the new kid, but he's glad he did. She was clearly not ready for this sort of situation- few people were, coming right into Norfinbury. At least now that she'd run into someone she wouldn't be alone.

He'd never seen so many anomalies, though. He'd tried to urge her to run inside, but she stood like Moses parting the Red Sea, as if she was ready for it to do something. He's taken aback by how familiar the stance feels.

But of course it doesn't do anything. He snaps out of his gaping as she pulls him in the building. Looking at the mass of windows and doors, he immediately shouts, "Bathrooms! Find the bathrooms!" One entrance/exit and no windows. That was what they needed. The anomalies begin to breach the door just as they reach the other side of the large hallway. Luckily, they were both very fast runners.

Elsa | Frozen

[lovescold]

One; @icicle - Network

[ This technology is all very foreign to Elsa, and it's only by trial and error that she manages to get the tablet working to her satisfaction. Eventually, she gets the video function to turn on, and the first thing people will see is her surprised face.

She's just opened the trick or treat app, and selected the treat option, triggering the laughter. ]

Well- that's... odd. I wouldn't consider laughter to be very much of a treat, unless I happened to be very sad.

[ She isn't, not right now, anyway. But a thought occurs to her, and she glances up again. ]

Is anyone here feeling sad?

[ Laughter on its own won't cheer people up, but maybe there's something else she can do. ]

Three; Action

"Oh no, this is very, very bad." Elsa barely manages to gasp out the words, as occupied as she is with running as quickly as she can. There's something chasing her and her traveling companion, and she has no immediate way to defend herself. As troublesome as her ice powers were, she wishes she had the use of them right now.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to attract their attention," she says quickly, apologizing even as she runs. While they're on the move, Elsa makes a mental note to do something nice to make up for this travesty. But luckily for the two of them, a building is just a few feet away. "Hurry! We might be able to get away if we can get in there!"

And once they're in, seal off the building as best as they can, followed by Elsa apologizing repeatedly until she can't do so any longer.

Four; Action

Elsa doesn't much like sweets, but in a place where food is scarce, she's not taking any chances or ignoring anything that might prove to be useful. Unfortunately for her, after the first few candies turn out to be just that, she unwraps one that contains a dead spider.

Her first reaction is to shriek, and then to throw it across the room. Spiders normally don't terrify her, but it's startling to unwrap something that ought to be harmless, and discover that instead. "I- I'm sorry, I didn't expect to uncover a dead spider wrapped in paper."

Four

[cahooted]

It's been way too long since Flynn had anything sugary in his life and he welcomes the spike in energy. It's a little bit like Halloween (only it's horrible and the monsters are real) and he turns around to ask Elsa if they have something like that in their kingdom and...

And that is a dead spider hitting him smack in the face.

Flynn shrieks, too, hands flailing wildly until it comes off. He jumps back and stares at it as it plops harmlessly to the ground, and, oh. He quickly shifts his stance, a smooth transition of face hitting to running his hand through his hair and dusting off his shoulder.

"That's. That's quite alright. It's normal to get spooked in this town from time to time. Nothing to be ashamed of."

Tommy Shepherd | Marvel 616

[crotcharrow]

TWO:

is any1 else having the WORST day?? or is the universe just shitting on me extra hard today??

i can let falling in the snow and busting my phone screen pass becuz thats just part of the fun of bein stuck here but the amount of garbage thats happened to me today has GOTTA be somebodys fault

and if i didnt no better id blame my dumbass brother becuz offending his DELICATE sensibilities is waaaaaaay 2 easy that half the time i dont even no wat i did

but srsly

any1 no how 2 make this bullshit stop??

THREE:

Tommy is panting--panting!!--by the time they get to the warehouse and slam the door shut. He scrambles against it, hearing the hoard slam dully outside as they tried to get in, trying to hold it closed without having a full blown panic attack.

He's a super hero! This should not be hard! How does Kate do it without having any powers? How the hell does she not fear for her life every time they go up against anything supernatural?!

He's completely forgotten about the person he's run in here with, preferring instead to have a small meltdown over the fact that he has no idea how to deal with this situation without his powers, and how much that's actually scaring him. He slams his hands against his forehead out of frustration, and yells angrily, shaking.

"Ugh! Get it together!"

FOUR:

It's hard to not lean into the usual habits of his insane metabolism--even without it clawing at his stomach whenever he uses a burst of speed--so when they reach the kitchen, Tommy is immediately opening up cupboards and drawers looking for food. In one respect it's kind of lucky that he's not got his powers, because he doubts the limited rations they scavenged and found in this hellhole would've sustained him anyway. And a starving speedster would be way more of an issue to deal with than just a disgruntled teenager.

Still, it's hard to ignore the usual habit of grazing all day and with food being as scarce as it is it's no surprise that he starts digging around first.

"Is it supposed to be Halloween up in here or something?" he laughs, his grin disappearing when opening one of the candy wrappers produces an entire bloodied molar.

"Oh, gross!" he drops the tooth to the floor, going a little greener around the gills, his nose scrunching in disgust before eying the drawer of 'candy' again, and then his companion.

"Hey! Catch!" It's all the warning he offers before throwing a handful of the neatly packaged bodyparts (????) at them.

2 | i herd u like nerds in capes

[fanboyascended]

Billy doubles over in front of the door, hands braced on knees, catching his breath through the burning cold in his lungs. He thinks they're safe, for half a second, before he glances up and sees the collection of windows and doors scattered around the place.

Lockdown's a long way off. He turns to warn Tommy, and finds him mid-panic.

"Tommy!" That's... not going to help. He tries again: "Hey, cmon, boxes. We've got to get these blocked!"

Nicole Noone | The Librarian: Quest for the Spear

[slapthelibrarian]

One; video; @noone

[ Nicole's figured out how to use her tablet fairly quickly, but it's mostly out of curiosity that she opens the trick or treat app. The treat option just yields a lot of creepy laughter, so it's the trick option that catches her attention.

Pressing doesn't appear to yield any immediate results, but little does Nicole know that a text has just been sent out, saying the following: ]

You would not like to meet me on a dark night. One of us would end up the worst off, and I don't mean me.

[ But as far as she knows, nothing's happened, so she looks up at the screen with a bored expression. ]

That's not at all what I'd call a trick.

Three; action

Why couldn't they have at least given me a gun, or a machete, or something?

[ Nicole shouts at no one in particular as five anomalies chase after her and her traveling companion. ]

Do these things ever give up? [ Clearly the answer is no, because they've both been running for awhile now, and the anomalies have shown no signs of growing tired or losing interest in their prey. ]

I assume this is a normal occurrence for you. You don't seem shocked that a pack of things is right on our heels! [ Afraid, yes. Shocked and surprised, no. Nicole wishes she had the luxury of appearing so unflappable. ]

I don't know what is worse, that you seem used to running for your life, or that this is not the tightest spot I've ever been in.

[ No, really, this is more or less like a normal day for her. And anyway, what's life without a bit of danger? ]

@librarian; video; one

[cahooted]

[So this is by far not the rudest thing Nicole has ever said to him but Flynn frowns at the text message nevertheless, wondering just what exactly he did this time. It's been a long and cold day that involved stumbling into a snow slope (his face still alternates between burning and feeling numb) and it is not his fault that general Norfinbury craziness had them ending up on different ends of the town. Besides, he can take care of himself.

Really.

He turns the feed on to reply, a little disgruntled.]

You know, one of these days I'm getting a restraining order.

carlos t. scientist palmer • welcome to night vale

[whatitis]

two; text @thescientist

it would be super duper if someone could corroborate something i'm witnessing! so, there was a very cute small cat icon (like those little helpful tools that were in microsoft word a billion years ago? clippy the paperclip) on my tablet this morning, and i just wanted to figure out if that's at all universal or just a special little gift for me! i mean, it's not a very good gift. i am allergic to cats, even if this is a virtual one! 8^)

(those are my lab goggles, and my nose, and my very strained smile, because it is very cold, and earlier i face-planted in the snow and now my face feels like nothing! totally wiped out. so that's more of an assumption of what my face looks like, because it's very numb. i guess it's good we don't seem to get frostbite here, or else i'd be in some hot water! metaphorically, of course. i would love some literal hot water, because, like i said, i am very cold.)

if anyone saw this cute little kitty, please let me know! it's for science. most things, of course, are for science.

four;

Well! This is interesting.

["Interesting" doesn't really cover the phenomenon he's experiencing, with things literally falling to dust around him. Really, he's underreacting to almost everything, in terms of the typical abject horror someone would usually express--if anything, he's excited, prodding at the different vanishing items in the room to judge their permanence.

No matter how long he's been traveling with his new companion, it's easy to see that everything garners this kind of curious reaction from him, to a nearly dangerous extent. Not in the sense that he's actively dangerous to other people--he is, at his core, a mild-mannered middle-aged scientist of a man, no matter his eccentricities--but more a danger to himself.

Even if that's not been assessed just yet, it quickly becomes evident when he pops one of the candies into his mouth, paper and all. Maybe it goes a bit beyond eccentric.]

Absolutely fascinating stuff, really! I need to find out what all of these constructs are made of; they're very impressive!

[And then, a thoughtful addition:]

That was a spider I just ate. Cool.

two

[warriorscribe]

[Hello, Carlos, have a very concerned reply from @Enoch:]

We can get frostbite here, in fact, though it seems slower to take than it ought to be. How long has it been since your face went numb?