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: DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE? It's a pretty lonely night. Maybe you want to share whatever may be on your mind, or perhaps you're simply looking for some company for a short while while you bundle up in your found supplies for the night. Whatever the case may be, you're feeling a bit stir-crazy on your own, so you decide to turn on your video feed and see who else is online. Only, something odd happens. You can't get your tablet's video to focus. At least...not where it's supposed to be focusing, which would logically be on you, as you're front and center and there's nobody else around. The focus keeps shifting behind you, no matter how you try and fix it. Like there's someone, or something, looming just behind you. You look over your shoulder and there's nothing there, but the longer it goes on, the more the feeling that you aren't alone creeps into the pit of your stomach. Maybe you should say something about it: maybe someone can put you at ease...or maybe someone can see something that you can't. TWO: NEW PHONE WHO DIS? The day is started off with a bang when you're woken up extra early to a flashing blue light from your tablet. There isn't too much time to register what might be wrong with it, because all at once it restarts, correcting whatever the problem was. At least, so it seems. Everything looks as good as new, until you notice there are apps and files on here that you don't recognize. In fact, doing some digging it looks like there's nothing at all that you recognize as your own. On a hunch, you check your tablet's helper program and discover that it's different from how you'd set it. In fact, when it addresses you, it talks to you as if you're a whole different person. Whatever name that you requested it call you, it's adamant about calling you by something new: a name that seems like it belongs to someone you've never met before. Who are you? Maybe someone else can help you figure this out. Action Prompts THREE: DISTORTED REALITY You and your traveling companion have found a strange place to stay for the night. It's the sort of strange you have trouble describing, like something's inherently wrong with it. You feel odd, crowded, the atmosphere squeezing in on you. But you're stuck here. Is it your imagination, or are things flicking in and out of existence when you aren't looking? A paperweight that was just sitting on a desk is there--you blink, it's gone--you blink, it's there again. The only thing you can think to do about it is record it. Except, recording it only makes matters worse. Because when you play the recording back to yourself, your screen glitches out in a bright hue of distorted, flashing colors, and then turns off completely. As far as you can tell, your tablet is dead. It's definitely a good thing you aren't alone tonight. FOUR: FOUND FOOTAGE With the pressure being on lately to get in contact with "those who came before" and find as many clues as possible toward reaching an exit to get back home, you can't help but be excited to find an SD Card during your sweep of the house that you and your traveling companion have chosen to stay in for the night. Maybe you plug it into your tablet right away or maybe you wait until you've regrouped, but either way, the contents are unexpected, to say the least. Because the people on the distorted camera footage are definitely without a doubt, you and your traveling companion. Maybe it's a video of something you'd done earlier today, maybe something that never happened at all, maybe something that only just happened in this very house that you've arrived in. It's unsettling, no matter how you look at it. How did this SD Card get here? And who was recording...?

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David Bouchard | Bon Cop, Bad Cop

[jmencalisse]

two; video

[The feed opens to David already muttering angrily at the tablet.] Mais c'est quoi ton problème, 'sti de...

Okay, hello. This thing is calling me the wrong name. One of you smart people know what to do about it?

All my files are gone and now there are new ones. And whoever the fuck [peering at the bottom of the screen] "Randy Donahue" is, his organization of files is discomb... disc... it's shit.



four

[David is not a happy camper. He's having a hard enough time with all the pseudo-supernatural bullshit going around in this town and reality changing around him doesn't do much for his mood.]

Come on! Piece of shit technology du tabarnak! [He whacks the side of the tablet several times and, when that doesn't seem to do much, proceeds to bang the entire thing on the nearest surface. Getting it to work seems to be a secondary concern here.

When the brute force approach doesn't accomplish anything either, David just tosses the tablet over his shoulder. RIP.]

Hey. Hey. [Snapping his finger in his companion's direction.] Yours, is it still working?

[He may or may not try to snatch it away for further inspection.]

@FirstFrontier; video

[worldbynight]

[Blaze looks intrigued and cautiously optimistic, which is pretty much her default expression. Norfinbury is a terrible place for optimism, but she immediately has all sorts of ideas.]

Oooh. Maybe your tablet is being possessed? One of the ghosts might have gotten in from the network. What kind of files have you got? Share with the class, please!

[jmencalisse]

Possessed?

[Not that he believes it but that won't stop him from immediately shaking the tablet, leaning in towards the mic.]

Randy? Randy, can you hear me. I have a message for you from the great not-beyond: Get - out - of - the - tablet - douchebag.

[Bringing his head back up David immediately sees that nope, that didn't do anything. Well, plan B then: humoring Blaze's enthusiasm. He looks through the files - more muttering and swearing - and starts checking off the fingers on his hand.]

There is an application, it says "Do not open". There are files on how to build a front porch. There is a calorie counter. Merci, Randy, I was really getting a little concerned about my macros here.

[worldbynight]

Well, you're not going to get on his good side like that. [She giggles a little, girlish, but she's very set on getting David to try to talk seriously to his possible tablet ghost. Always looking to open negotiations, that's Blaze.]

Be nice to him. He's trapped in there with nothing but porch plans and calorie counters to keep him company. That'd make anyone annoyed. [She remembers counting calories, way back when before Garou metabolism was a thing.] We know some ghosts feel closer to some of us than others, right? Is there anything that gives you an idea why Mr. Donahue might be feeling close to you?

three

[keepthemsafe]

[ Sara isn't very happy either, but at least she hasn't resorted to striking her tablet or hitting it on the floor. She's seated on said floor, but she looks up at him when his actions start to veer more towards the angry side. ]

Look, I know you're frustrated, but is breaking your tablet going to make that better?

[ Clearly he's not concerned about that, given the way he just pitches it over his shoulder. Obviously anger management isn't a concern for him either.

She raises an eyebrow at being snapped at. ]

Is that always how you get people's attention? If it is, you might want to rethink that, because people aren't dogs. [ But she sighs. This is getting too tense too quickly, and they need to focus on cooperation, not altercation. ]

But since you asked, it's not. [ Even if it was, she'd be reluctant to hand it over to him, in light of what he's just done to his. ] What were you trying to do, anyway?

[jmencalisse]

Well, he's not going to get on my good side like that either. It makes us even.

[He pulls the biggest face at be nice to him. Does he have to?] Isn't that his own fault? He could have brought some hockey games and porn. We'd be best buddies! You hear that, Randy? Work your ghost magic!

[He is going to take this seriously any time now, really.]

Maybe he has some unfinished business. Maybe he wants me to finish his porch.

I'm not finishing his porch.

[worldbynight]

You might secretly be a terrific porch builder! [She's just rolling with it. Mom Lecture about porn later.]

Let me try, if you're not going to make an effort. Men. Honestly. It's always like a bit of small talk would kill you. [She shakes her head, and addresses the tablet ghost all friendly-businesslike.] Mr. Donahue, if you can hear me in that tablet? I know you're probably limited in what you can do, but can we have a hint? I promise I'll get this manly man to finish your porch if that's what you're after, though that seems kinda counter-productive when all you can see from it is snow and anomalies.

yep this was supposed to be a three sorry about that!

[jmencalisse]

[David spreads his arms, turning in a half-circle to face her.] It helps me think.

[At Sara's complaint he scoffs and turns away again, proceeding to walk up and down. There is something restless about him and he handles the feeling of wrongness of this place badly; he's tense, agitated, can't seem to keep still. Pacing. Rubbing the back of his head.

Her question makes him uncomfortable because answering means admitting to the weird things happening. Things vanishing. Reappearing. The feeling that he can't trust his own eyes.

David answers slowly, his voice losing some of its drive and dropping with reluctance.]

There were... I saw something. I wanted to take...

[He brings up his hands as if holding a camera, moving his finger up and down.]

[jmencalisse]

Maybe I am! [David draws in the air in mock shock and place a hand on his chest. A secret porch builder! He is so touched, clearl-- hey.]

Hey, hey, you can't promise him that? I'm not freezing my ass out there because he's taking my tablet hostage! You do not give into a kidnapper's demands!

Three

[zunesareawesome]

[Peter holds his tablet up, trying to keep it out of reach from this guy. What is his problem, anyway?]

Nope, it's completely broken. Sorry about your luck.

[jmencalisse]

Oh really?

[Then why are you hiding it, Peter. What do you have to hide.

David needs video evidence that he's not crazy, that he's not imagining things. Or rather that he is crazy, probably just tired and that's why he's imaginging all this and the video will show him that this is in fact a very normal house with very normal things that do not phase in and out of existence.]

Let me see. Maybe we can access the camera.

[He reaches up, grabbing and pulling at the tablet.]

[zunesareawesome]

--hey! Let go! It's my camera, I get to be the one to use it! Clearly you broke yours, so tough luck, dude!

[He tries to lift it higher, tiptoeing away, but he loses his grip on the tablet when it's grabbed at, and down it goes--]

[worldbynight]

Are you really not going to help a ghost if it's trying to help us? Just because it put a calorie counter on your tablet?

[She doesn't seem to be having too much luck with communicating, though. Blaze frowns very slightly.]

I hope you aren't scaring him away from talking to me. You know how rare these chances to contact the original residents are. We don't want to blow it, right?

[jmencalisse]

Give it here! It's police business!

[When the tablet hits the ground David bends down and snatches it away, jumping out of immediate reach. He quickly brings it up and points it at the corner, trying to take a video of the shifting items.]

[jmencalisse]

I admit, I am taking the calorie counter a little personally.

[But ugh. Rolling his eyes out of his sockets.] So everybody keeps telling me. The big mysteries of la cité glacée!

[She's got him there, though. He might bitch about anything under the frozen sun but at the end of the day he really wants to go home, back to his family.] Fine, fine. We talk with the ghost in the machine. [He flicks his finger against the screen.] Randy, lève-toi! Talk to the nice lady. She's one of the smart ones.

[There is a small flicker in return. A moment later the calorie counter app opens up.] Okay, now he is just taking the piss.

[worldbynight]

You just have to go with it. [Like she does!] Look, I know this is all really awful what with torture and death and not being able to change our undies for months at end. But as apocalypses go this is actually really, well, sedate. So let's keep working on the problem and be thankful we're not fighting moon-sized evil dragons.

[She's really casual about that part. It is her moon-dragon-sized defense mechanism.]

Mr. Donahue, can you - [Yup, apparently he can.] Okay that's pretty rude. You do know I haven't been this pant size since I was like sixteen.

[jmencalisse]

[He just gives her a look.] Sure. Moon-sized evil dragons. Hate it when that happens.

[Why are all you people so crazy.

Still, he whacks the tablet pretty hard on her behalf, causing the image to shake.]

And hey, asshole! You be nice to the lady, you hear me? Have some manners.

[worldbynight]

[Blaze would say something about unnecessary violence but, maybe not. She is Gaoru. Sometimes you just gotta let that frustration out a little.]

Maybe we're getting it wrong. He could be trying to tell us something about, uh, food in the town? How much we have left? Could you input something just in case, to see what happens?

[Negotiations!]

[jmencalisse]

Yeah, okay.

[David enters poutine because of course he does. A second later the app flashes a food not found message which causes another intermission of French swearing and muttering.

He tries again with toast and this time the app spits out some zeros on all acounts. Huh.]

... Maybe it's diet bread.

Adam Warlock | Marvel Comics

[infinitywatcher]

one; video

[Warlock is categorically not a fan of the tablet's video function, possibly because of his secretive nature, although perhaps also because the sight of a gleaming-golden man in a massive crimson cape curled up around meager human warmth in the back room of a hovel is not quite the image he wants to project. Needs must, though. As ever, what choice does he have?

The camera is still not focusing on him despite a great deal of careful trials culminating in the averted desire to punch the damned thing. He glances over his shoulder at where the camera does focus. He is no fool. He knows how this is going to go.]

What is it? I assure you, I do want to know. I tire of playing games with the imperceptible.


four; ohshit

Well done. A good night's work.

[It isn't often that Warlock allows himself to betray exhaustion - or satisfaction, for the matter, but now he affords a moment of both. The search had taken a considerable time. At least they have their prize for it. Now he would very much like to sit down. To examine it, of course. Sleep can wait. All powers have been taken from him, but not the power of will.

He offers the card to his companion as he settles into one of the chairs in the large living room where they have made their discovery. His cape settles about the chair, just shy of tangling in it.]

Do you wish to do the honours?

one; video

[jmencalisse]

[Yeah, this is...

This is Bouchard seeing Adam for the first time on screen. This is also Bouchard staring, mouth slightly agape, because what in the absolute fuck are you wearing. Even if the image is out of focus it's the only thing David can pay attention to right now.

The open mouth slowly transforms into a grin and then he averts his face, tiny gasps of air escaping him as he's laughing soundlessly, his shoulders shaking. When he looks back his eyes are bright with more suppressed laughter.]

Scusez-moi, your majesty. You were saying?

[infinitywatcher]

Do I dare hope you're laughing at what is behind me?

[Another glance back, just in case, but he already knows this is not it. Is he going to have to put up with this earthling's idea of entertainment in order to get a response?]

Please. Share what you find so amusing.

[Adam Warlock has his virtues. But a sense of humour? Never.]

[worldbynight]

Mmm, poutine... [This would normally be ew, poutine, but Blaze is not getting her carb fix these days and she does have the Garou metabolism to think of.] You had to make me think about food...

[The experiment appears to be going weird places, though. Surprise surprise. She makes a little hn sound.] Okay, try something we have here. Like the chicken nuggets in the school. Or the rations bar, though that is probably going to be so depressing.

[jmencalisse]

Oh no, no, my friend, it is all you. You're that special.

[Adam's Very Serious Attitude™ just makes the whole damn thing so much funnier. David has mostly passed the everybody in this town is a fucking lunatic stage these days and has since proceeded to everybody in this town is a fucking lunatic so I will at least take the piss. What can he say. It helps with the existential crisis and despair.]

Very dramatic. It goes well with your hair. Is... is that your battle gear? Back in your world? Where you have "the powers"? [You bet his hands come up for actual air quotes.]

One | @wiccandoit, audio

[fanboyascended]

Something that should probably be completely horrifying but is actually just irritating at this point?

[ Billy is busy staring in fascination because, well, golden man who's a pretender to the cape throne. Not enough room in this town for the three of us, buddy. ]

-I mean, I don't know. That's just everything here. It looks person-shaped.