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: LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME Something about the light of the tablet just seems so alluring. You feel compelled to it, checking the network every free moment, and getting agitated when you can't; you need to talk to people, you need to talk to them now, and hopefully they'll actually respond. Maybe others are having similar attachment problems...
Only one way to find out.
TWO: CAN WE GET ANOTHER LIFELINE OR TWO? So that's it. You're stuck. Maybe there's some kind of a coded message you simply can't decipher. Maybe it's as simple as something's blocking your way and you've got a few tools scattered around, but you can't figure out how to use them to solve whatever puzzle is keeping you from progressing. Or maybe it's something else entirely. Either way, you have no idea how to get around it.
Luckily for you, there's a whole network full of helpful - or maybe unhelpful - souls. Perhaps it's time to ask for some assistance? Someone else is bound to have some kind of insight.
Action Prompts
THREE: SWING BATTER BATTER SWING BATTER BATTER SWING The toy store is nice and cozy, even though sometimes it feels like the dolls are watching you. So you've stayed here for just a little too long, and you're starting to notice... things. But that's just your imagination, right? They can't actually be watching you. They can't actually be moving, either. That door opening? Those footsteps? Maybe they're just a figment of your imagination.
...or maybe they're not. Maybe you should take a baseball bat to whoever that is and find out.
FOUR: A FATAL FUGUE Sunset is fast approaching. You can see some buildings up ahead - if you hurry, you'll make it indoors just in time. But wait! Do you hear someone calling for help and feel compelled to investigate? Do you feel a debilitating headache coming on? Or do you suddenly get a really, really bad feeling about actually walking through those doors?
If you don't snap out of it, it could be deadly. Luckily, there's someone already in that house that might be able to drag you to safety, with or without your approval.
[ Billy's not feeling so hot about stopping for the night in a toy store. He's clearly living in a horror movie, but he wasn't quite prepared to go from The Thing to Chuckie.
That's why he's moving pretty slowly back there, around the spooky dolls, and why he startles so hard he sends several of them crashing to the ground when he spins to spot Korra. ]
Whoa, whoa! Nobody - scary, or anything. If I were a ghost, I'd be Casper.
[Korra tilts her head and squints into the darkness in an attempt to get a better look at the boy, fists raised in a guarding position. She feels a little better at having gotten such a reaction, but it still isn't a very helpful answer. Her dubiousness at his response is obvious.]
[ How's he supposed to survive this place if not sarcasm and pop culture references? Bill despairs. The charisma and stunning good looks half of his particular duo got left back in New York.
Then who are you? [She's toned down her outright aggression, but she's still pretty set on getting a real answer to her question. And as for the ghost thing, well, people have always given her more trouble than spirits. Even Vaatu was only a problem because of Unalaq.]
[She's not even sure what to say at first to that. She's torn between amusement and... something else. Probably annoyance. Because this guy... is he actually for real? A personal guard, a foot what now, dance routines?]
[Oh yes. Hell yes. Penelope is all over this one. If there was anyone with her in person, they'd get to see her get really excited to herself about the network post, maybe talk to herself a little bit about how this is going to be so fun, and launching her video feed with a whole lot of spunk.]
Hey, girlfriend. Okay, so, like, there's a whooole lot that can be said about these tablets. Granted, I don't know anything really about these tablets, and I'm saying this more specifically to, well, these, but we have similar ones back home, so I can definitely give you a crash course rundown dealio. What do you want to know?
[Penelope gets comfortable. She's completely prepared to just let loose, but she's almost certain that this poor girl would be way too overwhelmed to take most of it in if she did. So, she reels herself in.]
Okay, wait, scratch that. How about we start with...what are your main questions?
[ Surely the aggression is a little uncalled for? He's clearly not monster shaped, Korra, c'mon. He's starting to give her the wary look of a guy who spent several years getting pummeled by high school bullies, though, and edging back a little. ]
[Okay, so this kid's speaking his language. More or less. Can he call someone who's probably about his same age a kid? Well...Kuzco is royalty, so why not. On the other side of the camera, he totally finds somewhere to kick his feet up, lounging back as he responds.]
You're the magician, not me. You'll have to figure out what works for you.
[Besides, Kuzco only has his crown and--ahahaha, no. Nobody's going to touch it. No touchie.]
Pay...hm. You mean, aside from the whole...opportunity to bask in my greatness? Bragging rights? My royal adviser is, tragically, partying it up in my castle (and my throne, I'm sure), so I can't pony up any cash here and now. How about a Kuzco-patented IOU?
[Sorry not to spare your feelings, but Katherine simply tells it as it is.]
Anything that helps you escape from reality. A computer can do that just as well as drugs...or alcohol.
[The pause she gives is almost flippant as she thinks about Vincent--the boyfriend she left at home who was very likely verging on alcoholism. The more stressed out he got, the more he drank. Lately it was like he was at the bar every night--she almost never saw him.]
Anyway, I doubt this is a normal case of addiction. It wouldn't be a very smart or helpful way of coping with the weather, though I admit I'm not in much of a place to judge what does or doesn't work for a person. [She sighs.] I've been looking at my tablet a lot more than normal lately, too.
[Steve leans in closer to his screen, squinting at the kid's face.]
...Wow, OK, I think I actually believe you, you look just like her. ...Definitely time weirdness, then, she is way too young to have a teenaged son.
[Oh God, this kid knows him when he's old. ...Although he guesses it's nice to know he gets to be old. ...Wait a minute.]
Wait a minute. I thought you said you were a millennial? Wanda's a millennial!
Ha. After a couple of months in this place? I'm a realist. At this point I just expect terrible things to happen, it's better just to plan for that and be prepared.
You're right, though, odds are decent she won't be any help. Which leaves us with the question of is which is more likely: that she'll be completely useless, or that she'll make it worse?
[Cullen has to smile at the concern. Being a military strategist in this place has been helpful, though.]
I've been wandering, actually, mapping out the territory around this place and coming back at night, mainly. But today the weather has been dreadful, I did stay in. Maybe it's why I'm a little...fretful.
[The 'camp' is only small - two of the comfiest chairs (they look more like big bags full of tiny balls, that move around you when you sit) around pushed together around Cullen's plans for dinner that night, plus two sheets and two blankets. If only he could make a fire.]
We can tear a long stripe out of one of the sheets, easy. It's no problem - hey, what's your name? I'm Cullen.
[A small part of her misses that, too. Not half as much as she misses her boys, but if only she could fly something right out of here - anything!
Although, she doubt it'd do her much good, considering...this is not even her world.]
It's nice to meet you too, Steve. Quite an interesting rag tag bunch around here, isn't it? At least that part's familiar to me - the Alliance was like that.
Oh, he is so wild! Would spend his life in trees if we'd let him. Back home, we live real close to this jungle, and we keep on finding him swinging from tree to tree, laughing madly. [Shara smiles to herself.] He's so clever and curious, too. I miss him like crazy.
[The way she speaks about her children tells Shara's there a lot hidden in her words, but also an urgency to not speak about it, which Shara can understand and respect. She nods, allowing the moment to pass.]
Oh...I've been retired, for about 7 years now. I left pretty soon after the Galactic War ended, but before that...I wouldn't even be able to say. It feels like it was my whole life, but it was more something like 12 years or so.
[Ciri's face makes a funny little dance as she listens to the message, somewhat amused by the whole thing. Also, she's pretty sure she could strike this man down with a single blow.]
Do give me a single reason to want to be part of your guard?
[As she looks at the boy's face, she can see the tiredness that is reflected in hers. She reaches out, fingers hovering along the sides of the tablet, like she can absorb the light.
Ciri doesn't even understand half the message, but she gets the gist, she thinks. She can't stop looking at the tablet, too, especially now that she understands its use a little better.]
No, you're not. I haven't slept in three days, and I don't understand why. I'm guessing you don't either?
[ She's supposed to be here. That's all he can think as he looks around through the falling snow while he types out another message to her through shaking hands. This was supposed to be their meeting point. He hadn't liked it- hadn't liked it at all. But she had been so damned avid about it. Wouldn't take 'No' for an answer. Four years had really changed her... or maybe she had always been this way and he had just never realized it.
It doesn't change the way he can hear his tablet going off in warning. Damn it, she's not going to make it. Just as stubbornly, he starts through the snow. Never mind that's the only house for at least a hundred yards. Never mind he might miss lockdown. Where is she? He has to find her!
It's only luck that it's not long after he starts- that he hears that familiar voice breaking through the air. That he starts to make out the form of someone not so far away. Barely discernible before but now- No, he knows that voice, even through the wind as it screams and he cups his hands in front of his mouth. ]
He wouldn't have thought a toy store would be creepy. But, somehow, it was (in retrospect, it wasn't so surprising for this place), and it got worse the more time he spent in there. He's considering finding somewhere else to spend the night when a noise catches his ear.
The logical explanation would be another person, but he'd found that logic wasn't very reliable in this place. And he swears he's seen those dolls moving. He doesn't want to be too hasty but he certainly doesn't want to leave himself wide open in the event of killer dolls or possessed stuffed animals.
So Manny grabs one of the plastic wiffle bats and swings it once to test it out. Not an ideal weapon, but better than nothing. He turns to face the noises and clears his throat.
[The crying has stopped. Aerith keeps on walking anyway, walking further away from the house, even though her tablet is beeping louder and louder in her coat pocket. But - the crying has stopped. Maybe. Could it be that she imagined it?
Another voice, coming from behind her this time, makes her startle and turn around quickly. Zack. She can barely make his form through the wind and snow but she couldn't mistake him for anyone else. She stops, her boots disappearing in the snow as she strains to hear the cries she was so sure were calling out to her just a moment ago, but. There's nothing. There's nothing anymore.
Aerith lets out a sob herself, unable to control it as she brings a hand up to her mouth. If there was someone, she's too late. Swallowing hard, her heart beating in her throat, Aerith turns around fully and takes off in a jog to meet up with Zack. Helpless, she takes his hand.]
I'm sorry, I heard - there was someone out there, I was sure of it. But it's gone quiet.
[They have to go - otherwise they'll end up like that child.]
I'm pretty sure its not just you...I don't normally check these things all that often myself. But here I can't seem to help it. Not sure if its because there's nothing else to do here or something about these....tablets.
*They looked like tablets and mostly acted like tablets but he's not convinced they aren't some sort of magic.*
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