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.
@humancombustion When exactly did this happen? You can stand to give more information than just a name. Time, location, tally? A girl has better things to do with her time than keep track of dying.
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[ there appears to be a smudge of something red stuck in a small snowdrift a few paces from a building offering shelter for the evening.
on closer examination, it's... red fabric. and it seems to be attached to a person. a person with long white hair and red suspenders who's steadily going blue from cold and seems to be just a few hours from totally freezing to death, and night's falling fast. ]
[She nudges the body with the toe of her boot, then bends down to check for a pulse. Excitement dawns on her face when she finds one, albeit so slow and weak that it's hardly there. A cheerful hum, and then she's hefting the person over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes.]
Lucky!
[As it's almost dark, she doesn't hang around, heading into the nearby building with her new baggage. Let's see.....there's a couch that will do, and some bedding from the upstairs bedroom to bundle up in. Hot water would be really helpful, but that's an impossibility for right now, so sharing her body heat will have to suffice. Here's hoping Mokou won't mind (maybe) being saved by such methods.]
[ LUCKY YOU dragging this piece of deadweight into shelter. Mokou just lies there excitingly like a stiff cold log, but the faint pulse definitely grows greater and the mist from her breath stronger as the heat revives her somewhat. not literally, but also exactly so.
it's going to be a good few hours until she vaguely regains some faint sense of consciousness, though. her fingers twitch against the fabric of the couch, but she doesn't open her eyes.
[Her excitement only mounts as time passes and the stranger in her arms shows signs of edging away from the brink of death, despite having no one to talk to and nothing to do other than sit here. It's like the bleak atmosphere can't even touch her. All because Mokou looks really, really human, so maybe she would have stories to tell about life on Earth!
As someone born in a vat in the distant future and was raised around other species, humanity in general holds a lot of fascination for her. She's only had relics from the past to learn from, like preserved recordings of music and old pictures of architecture. It wasn't the same as talking to a real human, or traveling to the planet itself.
Nitro's so excited about the prospect of having a conversation with Mokou that only Norfinbury's strange influence causes her to also fall asleep some time later, perfectly content in this strange house alongside an unknown person. She also wakes up quickly when morning comes, like a switch being flipped, but doesn't move.]
[ she certainly is human! at... least... she does have that going for her.
but after that seemingly brief moment of her body kickstarting up somewhat and realizing it wasn't dead, she's basically out cold for the rest of the night. happily less cold than she'd be outside. thank you stranger.
Mokou sleeps like the dead and... is she snoring. she's snoring a little. but she looks healthier and is a lot warmer and also this body heat is nice and instinctively cuddle-able so there we go. ]
Nitro looks her over once morning breaks, checking her pulse again, and decides that it's a safe enough bet to leave her fellow couch occupant alone for a bit. With care, she eases herself out of the repurposed bedding and lopes over to her backpack.
Time to sort through her rations and scrounge up a workable breakfast for two!]
she huffs a little in her sleep as Nitro leaves. it'd be only natural to miss that warmth, right? but she's still not fully awake. ] Keine--? [ some kind of weak protest. she's fallen asleep with an early bird at least once before, it seems. ]
[She wasn't born to fear death, only to cause it. A gladiator taught and trained to fight, kill, destroy, every exploit broadcasted across the intergalactic networks to the avid excitement of countless fans.]
I don't want to hurt you. It's better if we just behaved peacefully.
[It's a fair assessment, considering she's not exactly bulging with muscle and is also missing the combat armor she usually wears. She just looks like a 5'5 fluffy-haired young woman eating canned peaches.]
That's good! [Pops another peach slice into her mouth.] So you'll eat, right?
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snowblindmemes2015-07-24 04:23 pm
Fujiwara no Mokou | Touhou
[ huh, that's her name. ]
@humancombustion
When exactly did this happen? You can stand to give more information than just a name. Time, location, tally?
A girl has better things to do with her time than keep track of dying.
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[ there appears to be a smudge of something red stuck in a small snowdrift a few paces from a building offering shelter for the evening.
on closer examination, it's... red fabric. and it seems to be attached to a person. a person with long white hair and red suspenders who's steadily going blue from cold and seems to be just a few hours from totally freezing to death, and night's falling fast. ]
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Lucky!
[As it's almost dark, she doesn't hang around, heading into the nearby building with her new baggage. Let's see.....there's a couch that will do, and some bedding from the upstairs bedroom to bundle up in. Hot water would be really helpful, but that's an impossibility for right now, so sharing her body heat will have to suffice. Here's hoping Mokou won't mind (maybe) being saved by such methods.]
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it's going to be a good few hours until she vaguely regains some faint sense of consciousness, though. her fingers twitch against the fabric of the couch, but she doesn't open her eyes.
maybe she's asleep. but she's alive. for now. ]
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As someone born in a vat in the distant future and was raised around other species, humanity in general holds a lot of fascination for her. She's only had relics from the past to learn from, like preserved recordings of music and old pictures of architecture. It wasn't the same as talking to a real human, or traveling to the planet itself.
Nitro's so excited about the prospect of having a conversation with Mokou that only Norfinbury's strange influence causes her to also fall asleep some time later, perfectly content in this strange house alongside an unknown person. She also wakes up quickly when morning comes, like a switch being flipped, but doesn't move.]
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but after that seemingly brief moment of her body kickstarting up somewhat and realizing it wasn't dead, she's basically out cold for the rest of the night. happily less cold than she'd be outside. thank you stranger.
Mokou sleeps like the dead and... is she snoring. she's snoring a little. but she looks healthier and is a lot warmer and also this body heat is nice and instinctively cuddle-able so there we go. ]
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Nitro looks her over once morning breaks, checking her pulse again, and decides that it's a safe enough bet to leave her fellow couch occupant alone for a bit. With care, she eases herself out of the repurposed bedding and lopes over to her backpack.
Time to sort through her rations and scrounge up a workable breakfast for two!]
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... no but this might be close enough.
she huffs a little in her sleep as Nitro leaves. it'd be only natural to miss that warmth, right? but she's still not fully awake. ] Keine--? [ some kind of weak protest. she's fallen asleep with an early bird at least once before, it seems. ]
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A glance over her shoulder at the sound, able to recognize it as some sort of name.]
Nope! It's just me.
[So cheerful, so energetic, so unhelpful.]
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she sits up, rubbing at her temple and taking in the surroundings, and Nitro. this is--definitely not what she was expecting. ]
I... see. [ whoever you are. ] Do I know you?
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[A glance down at the cans that she's taken out of her backpack, perfectly at ease with this bizarre situation. She squints as she reads the labels.]
Let's see.....do you want the pears or the peaches?
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ok she might be a hobo and food is great, however-- ] I'm not hungry. [ lies, but whatever. ] Food's hard to come by here, right? It's yours.
Did you find me outside?
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[Already getting out a can opener, giving it an unusually fond look. What a quaintly primitive piece of technology.]
Mmhm, you were unconscious in a snowdrift. I guess you fainted before you got inside.
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[ face down... in snow..... freezing to death........ same difference.
she squints at the can opener, however. what is this device?? ] Thanks for moving me. That's more than I can ask for.
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[Someone here sure seems to take things spoken to her at face value.
Opening the can of pear slices! And moving on to the can of peaches.]
You're welcome. Now, you should come have some breakfast, or you're probably going to collapse again.
[And also can't take no for an answer??]
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Breakfast. You mean that? [ where's the fruit?? someone has never seen canned food in her life before, clearly.
... unsure if it looks appetizing or not, tho it does smell sweet. ]
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....you don't like fruit?
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[Sliding the open can across the floor in offering. It's pretty weird to her, too.]
Tastes a lot better than nutrient pills, at least.
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Not trying to be rude, but it's smarter for you to save what food you can for yourself. I said thanks for helping me out of the snow already.
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[Opening the can of peaches and taking off one of her gloves to pluck a slice out with her fingers, popping it into her mouth with obvious relish.]
And I have plenty of food, so it's fine.
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[She wasn't born to fear death, only to cause it. A gladiator taught and trained to fight, kill, destroy, every exploit broadcasted across the intergalactic networks to the avid excitement of countless fans.]
I don't want to hurt you. It's better if we just behaved peacefully.
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no room to speak there. ]
That's pretty cocky of you to say. But it's just a hypothetical situation. [ shrug! ] I'm not that kind of person.
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That's good! [Pops another peach slice into her mouth.] So you'll eat, right?
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I'll go out and eat some pine needles or something. [ is she joking. ]
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