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: BUMP IN THE NIGHT It's dark out, and congratulations - you're inside! What's not inside, you might ask? Monsters. Shadowy monsters that have surrounded whatever house you've taken shelter in. They can't get in... or can they? From time to time, the doors and the walls creak as if under an unbearable pressure. Who can sleep when it's like this? Maybe you should take to the network to find a distraction. Or maybe someone has advice for getting rid of those things. TWO: BRING OUT YOUR DEAD We mourn the loss of those who have died in the time between the last announcement and this one: ...is that your name on that list? It might be. Maybe you should let the others know you're not actually dead. Or, you know, if you happen to spot the name of someone you know and love on there, it might be time to ask around and see if anyone knows what happened to your dearly departed... Action Prompts THREE: KYRIE ELEISON You've found yourself in a small chapel, complete with bolted-down pews, an altar devoid of symbols, and stained glass windows depicting various saints. It's quiet... one might even say dead quiet. Which is a really awful pun to be making, considering if you follow the stairs down to the basement you'll find a morgue. Explore to your heart's content, but you'll be forced out at 7 PM. Hopefully you don't find any unfortunately familiar faces among the dead. FOUR: LIGHTS OUT Against all odds, you've managed to make it to shelter for the night. You pull the door shut behind you and turn to look at your surroundings - and that's when you see it. A ... person. Is it a person? It's hard to tell, because a moment later, you're plunged into darkness. ...better hope that's another unfortunate visitor to Norfinbury you've been locked in with, and not something more threatening.

Comments

Viago | What We Do In The Shadows

[prettyundead]

ONE - text from @viagosphone
So, like, I like to think I'm a pretty cool guy.
I've got the texting and the things down.
How do we talk to the guys outside?
The whole hissing and chasing thing?
That's all right.

[It's not all right, but Viago is coping. Barely. There's a reason this is a text. He hasn't been human in over 300 years and he doesn't like it.]

Aren't they supposed to go away after you get inside, though?
It's getting really, really annoying when I can't sleep during the day or the night.
And I don't mean to, like, harsh their groove, but that's just rude, ja?

@Mnemosyne; text (AHAHA OH GOD)

[bookofnope]

The creatures do ordinarily leave before the doors unlock in the morning. Until then, you may have to content yourself with the fact that their 'groove' does not, for the moment, include swallowing you whole. Sometimes it's the little things.

@haresbrother, voice

[brercoyote]

I know! These guys really need to learn some manners. It's not nice to try and break in after someone shuts the door on you!

*And he would know.*

hawke, dragon age ii.

[fictionalised]

( ONE | VOICE | @HAWKE )

[ The voice that graces the network today is new, distinctly flippant, and a little annoying. ]

Many of you seem strangely surprised that terrible things are happening. "Oh, I've been trapped in a dark and desolate wasteland? Surely it will be all cuddling kittens and baking cookies." It's right there in the name. Norfinbury. [ A snicker, then a pause. ] No? Tough crowd.

Though I'm finding it difficult to quake in my boots when our enemies can be defeated by a door. I have a feeling I haven't heard the whole story yet. If anyone's feeling talkative, I'll listen. I do ask that you embellish the boring parts, though — and do the voices. I've been spoiled for stories.

@guardian; video

[phaseshifter]

Oh, they can't be defeated by a door! Just stopped. Assuming they're not the kind that tries to squidge their way through the cracks.

...Mmh, but I suppose nobody actually tried to hit one with a door yet. I suppose if you trapped one half in, half out of the door at lockdown you might kill it? Or... or they might just be able to survive like that. Erm.

 

 

Uh, sorry, where was I going with this...? Darnit.

voice | @jane

[cowcatcher]

Let me guess; you'll be here all week. [ Hi, flippant; meet apathetic. It takes effort to sound this dry, but her tone lacks any real bite. While she's pretty used to terrible things happening, and easily put off by the more inexperienced people here, she'll never pass up an opportunity to be contrary. ]

There's not much to tell. [ She leans back to sigh, the sound muted but still picked up by the microphone. ] We're here, and we're not going anywhere anytime soon. [ And she'd just love to hear him tell her otherwise. In dark and trying times, Jane can always be counted on to keep hope alive. ]

Oh, and if you hole up in one place too long, you lose it. Hallucinate. Takes about a week to happen. [ It hasn't happened to her, but she's seen it, and she could really do without another entry made to the community that looks or sounds or reads like it's from a found-footage horror. Shit's bad enough. ]

@gardengnostic | voice

[eclecticbassist]

[ She can't help the little snicker at Norfinbury. Jade is a goofball regardless of circumstances. ]

It's proooobably not the doors themselves. Maybe they get the same feeling we do when we're in the school at lockdown-- well, not the exact same feeling, but a similar compulsion? I mean, a typical house probably wouldn't give a horde of monsters much trouble!

[ Her friends' houses certainly weren't obstacles to the imps. Why yes, she is taking his sarcastic quip literally. ]

Voice | @Summoner

[ninjainviolet]

[ Have someone who recognizes the name "Hawke" from a long time ago. ]

From what you're saying, I'm guessing you don't remember this place at all?

[ It had been a while since he had died, so it's possible he just woke up. ]

@haresbrother, voice

[brercoyote]

Wait are you saying were dead and buried or are you expecting us to bury these kittens and cookies? Because burying cookies is just wrong! Unless you're caching them for later, but here it'd be like putting them in the freezer and cookies are NOT frozen treats.

Garrett | Thief: Deadly Shadows

[taffing]

TWO

Voice; @no

...Huh.

This Administrator needs to be better at its job.

Then again, who knows, maybe I did die and just didn't notice in all the...confusion.....

FOUR

[Yes that was a person in the shelter with you...probably. Once the lights go out he seems to vanish.]

Voice | @Rdua

[blessedmaiden]

It's hard to tell considering this whole thing about... parallel worlds and all.

You seem rather alive to me, thought, unless we're both ghosts chatting to each other.

four.

[cowcatcher]

[ A glimpse of the building's interior, and what looked like someone standing further into the room, is all Jane got before the house's door sealed behind her and the room went black. Familiar adrenaline spikes, and she wastes no time swinging her backpack around, tearing aside the front pocket's zipper to get at her tablet. Though her fingers are numbed with cold and clumsy, she moves like someone used to making every second count, desperate but not unpracticed. The backpack drops to the floor beside her once she has the tablet in her hands.

For a blinding instant, her face is the only thing illuminated while she paws at the screen, expression a hard mask working furiously to tamp down the knot fear is beating into her throat. Then, her photo app boots, and the camera's flash casts its beam. She points it straight ahead, keeping her back to the door. ]

Say 'cheese', asshole.

@hsiaoke; voice

[heavensreader]

If you are dead, this could be hell, and that would mean they're doing their job very well.

[And after some thought:] And that maybe you shouldn't insult them. They probably have some professional pride, as demons.

Three | Dark Matter

[thirdsleeperawakes]

One

It's the middle of the night, the neighbors are throwing a party, and I didn't get an invitation. Does anyone know how to put together a spray bottle? Who to call with a noise complaint?

Or better yet, a distraction.

[Three's tone is dry. Normally he'd just clean his guns and wait for morning but they're not here. He misses them. Especially Bubba.]

Four

"I saw you," three announced himself, in case that was unclear. Getting stabbed in the middle of the night was not on his to-do list. "I'll stay over here if you stay over there."

Four

[prettyundead]

"Vell, vhere is 'over zere'?" The thick, German accent sounds just a little huffy. It's dark and normally that wouldn't be a problem, but Viago's night vision has disappeared along with... everything else that makes unlife easier. "I need to find a place to lie down. I'm not going to on ze floor if I don't have to. Zere vas a bed over near you, I think. Feel around, ja?"

Be a good human. Probably a human...?

Jade Harley | Homestuck

[eclecticbassist]

[Prompt One | Text | @gardenGnostic]

[ Even if it wouldn't be of much use, Jade really wishes she had her old hunting rifle. It would quell the feeling that somehow Grandpa knows she's wandering around unarmed, and who doesn't feel more at ease with an instrument of death in their hands?

...Wow, those monsters are getting kinda loud. ]

hey uh
can those shadowy things get inside a house??
theres a lot of them making a ruckus outside :\

[ You've been spared from her usual obscenely bright text. For now. ]

Text | @Griever

[canyouhandlethismany]

They shouldn't be able to enter but you might want to barricate the doors, just in case. Better safe than sorry.

Rose Tyler l Doctor Who

[ninetenth]

Network: Bump In The Night;

[It's been a long day. Searching for clues, supplies in general. Food. Any sort of sign of the Doctor or any more answers about this place. The monsters that follow her back to shelter just as the warning goes off on her tablet, before the doors lock, is just the icing on the cake, clearly.

So it is that badwolf signs on again to the network.]

So. We're sure these things can't actually get inside, right? The doors seem stable and secure enough that we can't get them open once they've locked at least. I can't speak for the windows, going to check those in a second. But some 'friends' followed me back to shelter for the night, it seems.

Just figured I'd check, not that I have much if anything that might actually work to defend myself against them right now but. Better to be somewhat prepared if they might manage to get in, yeah? How's everyone else, make it back inside okay? Find anything interesting or useful during the day?

Action: Kyrie Eleison;

[Of course, Rose is doing what she does best. Wandering off. Exploring. It's certain if the Doctor were around, he'd tell her off. Caution her more. Which, some already have initially upon arrival, but that hasn't stopped her being curious and wanting to find answers all the same. And they won't find any if they keep going over the same ground. If they don't search and try new things in places previously discovered already.

Which is how she finds herself at the church. It almost reminds her of the time she got to meet her father, Pete. At that wedding. Almost. She swallows that lump of grief and guilt down, focusing on searching, looking around as she walks down the aisles to the pews, the altar at the front. Thus far it seems like a normal enough church.

Until she gets to the stairs. Sees what is down there. She barely manages not to scream, covering her mouth when she sees the bodies, brown eyes widening as she takes a moment. Glancing over the bodies, the faces, for anyone potentially familiar. Their belongings. Wondering if any might wake, as she has heard of.]

I have a really bad feeling about this. Can't be the gelth again though, can it?

one, text, @totheark

[0thingsonmymind]

no weare not

theytry, but idonot think they have suc ceed ed
yet

itis best to
block
entrances exits doors windows

Elsa l Frozen

[liberee]

Network: Bring Out Your Dead;

[Well. This is apparently a Thing. Why was the network saying that she was in the list of those that died? Evidently, the admin was mistaken at least just this once. So she is quick to try reach out and question, while also reassuring anyone that might have been worried. Hence, a message from snow queen shows up.]

This list. I'm afraid it is mistaken. I can't say for anyone else, but I, at least, am not. Dead. Has this happened before? That others were listed but were actually fine, still alive? This has to mean we can't necessarily rely on this, these obituaries, if so. Unless others in their group they might be traveling with could confirm it, perhaps. I just figured, people should know. It's incorrect, at least in this case.

[It might perhaps give some false hope in the cases where this is right and those others are dead. But not all the time. Not in her instance. That has to mean something, right?]

Action: Lights Out;

[Shelter. That's a relief. A start, at least. Or, it should be. That is, until she realizes she isn't alone, noting that figure before they are plunged into darkness. Instinctively, she holds her hands out in front of her clenched at her chest after a moment, unsure if she should remain still of try use the walls to guide herself to a couch or some sort of furniture. Perhaps the first thing would be to check on whoever else is there. For all that she is guarded and wary, Elsa is trying to reach out, knows that must be important while here, while they have the chance to gather at times. Even if just for the night.]

The lights--hello? Who's there? This is--this is Elsa. Are you okay?

@hsiaoke; voice

[heavensreader]

Oh, you really aren't dead! Jolly good! [Kesara really sees no reason to complain about a mistake in being considered dead. It's better than the other option, isn't it?]

But maybe it was someone else with your name who died? Some names are awfully common. I wouldn't trust any list with my name on it if my name was - John, or Mohammed, or all the like. Or... [her voice drops a little as she imagines this much more exciting possibility:] There aren't two of you around, are there? I heard this happens, too.

Aedan Kucate | OC (cWoD)

[brercoyote]

One, Voice, @haresbrother

Jeez!  These guys are touchy!  All I did was say something maybe not so nice about ONE's mother and he got all his friends to show me how displeased he was.  Somebody really needs to teach these guys to relax.

So...in a completely unrelated note...these houses are stronger than they sound/look, right?

Four

*There's a distinctly canine form slipping into the shelter and pulling the door shut.  He perks his ears, noticing he's not alone just as the light goes out.*

Uh...hello?  Please be friendly.

*No, wait, that's a person.  Maybe the dim light and snowstorm outside makes your eyes play tricks on you?  Or maybe you're stuck in a room with a talking dog.*

Four!

[bookofnope]

[Without the benefit of enhanced senses, the darkness is difficult to navigate, and Becektt is tense and ready for things to inevitably go wrong. On catching a glimpse of something distinctly not humanoid enter, he rises from his crouch at the back of the room, wrench close to hand. But hearing speech is a relief, or the start of it at least.]

I am if you are. [That seems the simplest way to put it.] Although if one of us was a monster, I suppose the other would already be dead.

Tyki Mikk | D.Gray-man

[prazerbutterfly]

One - video @lordmikk

How is a gentleman suppose to sleep with all this noise? It's cold enough to want and while the wind isn't particularly bad tonight the scratching and creaking is enough to keep me up. At least I'm use to the wind. [There's a single match lit against the edge of a cigarette and while it is one of the last ones he has he needs something to calm his nerves. Tired and worn it is showing on his smooth and Portuguese features.] It would be better if I had company.

Four: Prose or Action is fine either way
He was running late tonight. There had been something that had caught the noble's eye and in his need to discover something fresh he had spent a good portion of the remaining time digging in the snow. It had been nothing but a broken mirror and not perhaps a buried cabinet along with it from his knowledge of vanities containing items within. All in all the moment had been enough to entice him in forgetting the current time. After being in this wretched place for over two weeks he should know better than to stop during late hours to look at anything.

So here he was barging into the nearest shelter mere seconds before lockdown and while consideration should be taken as to whether or not it was already occupied it did little to stop him from closing the door behind him in just enough time to watch the light from outside disappear all together. Though... he's not alone and he can barely make out something or someone within that darkness.

With his back pressing more firmly against the door and a shard from that broken mirror sliding from his coat pocket into his hand his numb fingers twitched in anticipation of a fight whether it was coming or not. His voice was calm despite that feeling and confident to back his own words, "I know you're there and I am armed. There's no need to be shy..."

4 >:3

[beanstalk]

At least Kanda was used to travelling. Doesn't mean he has to like his situation, but at least he was used to it. The piles and feet of snow, the bitter cold? It was something he could live without. Actually, this entire place was something he could live without, but it looked like he didn't have much choice but to search for a way out. The weird golem thing he was given occasionally beeped and told him things (like hell he knew how to use it), but beyond that that seemed to be the only form of communication that he had. He was running low on rations, too.

Being night time, the golem-thing had told him to seek shelter, so he did. It didn't seem like anyone else was around, either. Maybe then he could sit and try and warm up a little with a little fire. Perhaps. He had been collecting scraps of papers and twigs while searching outside, after all. Might as well put them to use.

Too bad for him that the moment he settles and gets even a spark going, someone else is barging in and blowing out the fire he was trying to start, throwing the room back into darkness. Oh for fuck's sake. Kanda's scowling at his pile of papers and sticks before he's looking up toward the door. He hadn't seen who it was, but that voice strikes a familiarity that he'd hope to never cross here.

Tyki Mikk. He didn't have Mugen on him, unfortunately, nor could he conjure another one with his blood (that was a painful experiment). He didn't have any other weapon on him, either. A swordsman without a sword, almost like a fish caught out of water. Except being without a weapon had never stopped him from fighting. He's sitting there for a long moment as Tyki's eyes start to adjust to the darkness. Oh, this will be good. Survival be damned, here.

It's only so long, though, before he finally lets out an amused snort. "As if you know how to fight with anything beyond your stupid butterflies." Sup, Tyki. You've locked yourself in shelter with an Exorcist.

Levi | Attack on Titan

[dirtdevil]

TWO (voice):

[ a new voice on the network! how exciting! except he doesn't sound excited. don't take it too hard; he never does. actually, he doesn't sound panicked or distressed, either. it's more steady and confident, but with an extremely obvious hint of irritation.

which is all pretty impressive, considering he's dead. ]

Not dead.

[ or not. ]

Whatever dumbshit put that list together made a mistake. I'm guessing they made more than one. Any other "dead" people out there?


THREE:

[ oh boy, a chapel. the last time he was in one of these, shit got real. maybe this time things will be a little more... chill. pun not in any way intended. he's not really the religious type, so rather than sitting at one of the pews and praying to a god that clearly does not exist because it's too fucking cold, he's just going to check out what's in the basement. when your options are explore or sit around on your ass, he'll usually go for the former.

...and sometimes, he'll regret that decision. because a lot more often than he'd like, what he ends up finding is dead people. at least these have been properly... uh. stored. still unsettling, and suddenly he's not quite as confident that the other names on that list survived after all.

but maybe he's not the only one alive in here? ]

2; @TW; text;

[maskintape]

idk man I've never seen the admin make a mistake before
maybe check your pulse
look in a mirror and check you're not a zombie
tho I guess then you'd be UNdead
probably
idk
semantics

James Wilson | House, M.D.

[onlytwothings]

Network; Bring Out Your Dead

Well, that's cheerful, not to mention a good welcome.

[ It's really the icing on a disheartening cake, hence the message that comes up from jwilson. The last time he looked, he wasn't dead, but it's right there in front of him, plain as day. ]

I'd ask if this is someone's idea of a bad joke, but it's not April, so the time for bad jokes hasn't come around yet.

But whether or not this is a joke made in poor taste, what are we supposed to do with this information?

Action; Lights Out

At any other time, Wilson would have marveled over how loud one's breath could sound when in a dark, enclosed space, and with no way to brighten up said space. To make matters worse, he wasn't the only one in there, since it was easy enough to tell that the sounds weren't coming solely from him.

He wasn't one to panic, but even so, he had to work hard to keep his voice level. Nothing about this was familiar or normal; in fact, it was so far removed from what Wilson was used to that he found himself feeling considerably at a loss for what to do. But why clue in whoever was in there that the environment was beginning to get to him just a little? Of course, that didn't keep a slight waver from creeping in when he finally spoke up.

"Who's there?" It wasn't the most original question to ask, but originality wasn't very high up on Wilson's list of priorities right then. "I can hear someone else moving around in here. Who are you?"

text; @hotstud_xxx

[rubikscomplex]

everybody dies
some more often than others
don't worry, you get used to it
also, you really couldn't come up with anything better than "jwilson"
what about "oncallaguy"?
"surecansir"?
"jwilly"?

Danny Fenton // Danny Phantom

[gogoghostpowers]

[TWO]


Soooooo, quick question. When they say "died", what kind of dead are we talking here, exactly?

You know. Just asking.

Out of curiosity.

Just so we're all clear here.



[FOUR]


[Okay, there's someone else in here and the lights have all just gone out and he can't see anything. That's a little creepy.

It gets a lot creepier when he realizes he can't use any of his powers. Welp. This has just upgraded from 'inconvenience' to 'actual emergency.' But there's no time to freak out--at least, not about his powers. Not when there's some creepy person(???) here with him.]

H-hello? Who's there? [Oh boy. He puffs his chest out--no one can see it, but at least it makes him feel and sound more authoritative. He puts on his best ghost voice.]

Show yourself, for I'm a spooky ghost! And you're trespassing in my....spooky ghost house?

2! @guardian; text;

[phaseshifter]

Um.
I'm fairly certain that they mean dead-dead? As in not living. At all. Deceased.
As opposed to

 

 

other meanings the word might have that I'm not aware of. (๑•̌.•̑๑)
Are you alright? Are you confused by a LOT of things right now? Try saying your alphabet backwards and walking in a straight line.

Aerith | Final Fantasy VII: Compilation (She's from post death)

[ribbonless]

ONE [Network] Evening; video @flowergirl

[The feed turns on to show Aerith sitting on the floor beside a door. Her attention seems to be on something else for a second before she smiles. Giving the feed a wave before she folds her hands in the lap.]

Is there anyone still up? [There’s a loud creaking sound coming from her end of the feed, but she doesn’t seem to really mind it. She pulls out a little origami dog out from her jacket’s pocket. Holding it up for anyone on the network to see.] I found this is one of the houses earlier. It’s pretty cute.

[More creaking happens, and this time it causes her to pause as she looks away for a moment.] I’m sorry. There seems to be rude guests waiting outside for me. [She clicks her tongue lightly.] They aren’t being very patient. Does this normally happen?


TWO [Network] Morning; video @flowergirl

[Oh dear. She knows a few people here who will get worried if they see her name there.]

Hello, everyone. I just wanted to say that I’m still alive. [She looks well, but there was a pretty creepy looking clown behind her.] Seems even the admin can make mistakes. It’s a little reassuring to know.



THREE
[She hasn’t gone down the steps yet. Instead, she’s sitting on the floor of the alter enjoying the chapel for a moment. Her attention was on stain glass windows depicting various saints. She’s going to smile a secret smile and close her eyes.

That’s when she hears steps or maybe the door opening. Looking to the source to give a smile.] Hello? Please, don’t mind me. It reminds me of a place a little bit.


FIVE [Bring your own starter if you prefer!]

welp three it is

[heroproceeding]

[ The trip downstairs had found him with familiar faces, faces part of him had known had been gone... but perhaps not all of him had fully believed. But well, now with the evidence right in front of him, he could not deny it anymore. And with a heavy heart, he takes to the steps now back up to the main floor, planning to leave then and report back to the others.

And that's when he hears that familiar voice.

He freezes stock still. No, he's hearing things a part of him argues. But curiosity gets the better of him and he takes a step past the pillar obscuring the altar from view and into the main aisle. And his breath catches at the sight of none other than- ]

Aerith..?

Toriel - Undertale

[inruins]

[3]

The heavy silence of the chapel makes her skin crawl under her fur. Toriel swallows her uncertainty and trudges forward, clawed hands carefully brushing across the top of pews. It has been a very long time since she's seen a human church. Much less been inside of one. It makes her nostalgic as much as it does sad.

She sees the stairs, almost wants to go down but can't find it in herself to go forward. Toriel just stands between pews, blocking the walkway entirely. If she was more aware she would move out of the way.

[4]

The lights suddenly dropping earns a surprised sound from the boss monster. "Oh!" She fumbles to try and find some kind of light switch to no avail. There is no way to turn the lights back on. Nor can she summon any kind of fire to light up the room.

"Is this a normal occurrence?" Toriel questions the air, hopeful for some kind of answer. "If it is, its a bit abrupt."

4

[despiteeverything]

[An answer there is, though perhaps different from what she expects.]

Mom?

[They'd known she was there, of course. They'd spoken when she'd first arrived on the network. But Frisk still didn't know their way around the town well, and though they'd been doing their best to meet, there was no telling for sure how long that'd take.

Or if it might happen completely on accident.]

Mom!

[There's the sound of hurried footsteps which slow once they're a few feet away. Their hands gently pat the air in front of them until they find her. Once they're sure she's there, though, they fling their arms around her in a hug.]