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.
[For a moment, just a second, or maybe an eternity, Peggy feels like she can't breathe. She's frozen on a hitched breath, her lips parted as she stares at the face in her tablet, that face she knows so well - without a beard - staring right back at her.
The next moment, she's reaching out, her fingers brushing down the angles of his face, wishing she could touch him and not this screen. A shiver wrack through her body at the way he says her name.]
Steve... [Her voice is barely above a whisper, if only because she doesn't quite believe that this is real. That he is real. That they'd both be in the same place, at the same time, again. Something about him is different, his eyes looking older than she remembers them.]
[Taken aback, Peggy blinks at the message a few times. This place is strange; few people would stand for such impropriety, back home.]
we have wildly different ideas of what 'whining' means, it seems. As I said - I tried. But there's something going on, that's preventing me to get rid of the wretched thing.
probably extremely easy to figure out if you're used to such devices. They don't exist, where I'm from. So sorry I'm offended your sensibilities for being inept.
[England lets out a small breath, not quite a laugh, and there's a tinge of bitterness in it. Considering the circumstances, Norfinbury doesn't feel all that different from a war zone sometimes. He imagines she'll get used to telling herself that; he certainly has.
Despite his moment of bitterness, he brightens some as he continues.] Truly, it means a lot to hear someone from home. Can't say that I'm glad you're here— bit tasteless, I think. But it's good to meet you.
[Really, he wouldn't wish any of his citizens to come to this place, no matter what small comfort it might bring him. But if she has to be here, he's glad he can talk to her.]
You could have taken five seconds to ask that idiot @CaptSteveRogers for help. The one who drops the boring information post on people. Or any of the other members of the welcoming committee eager to help out inept people.
[Oh Christ it's really her, young and alive and—the way she's looking at him, the way she says his name like she's so incredibly glad to see him, like she can't quite believe it—(like how Peggy sometimes does on her bad days when she forgets where and when she is, forgets she ever had a family and looks at him and smiles and cries because she thinks he came back to her on time—fuck)—Steve can't believe it either, he's touching the screen too, Christ where is she he needs to find her—]
It's me, Peggy, I'm here—you're here, Christ, I never thought....
[He shakes his head in stunned disbelief and a swelling, growing tide of joy.]
You're actually here, you—! ...God, Peg, it's—it's so good to see you. [His voice cracks a little at the end there.]
[He sounds like a classic Brit - more stuck-up than she, but she has always had a bit of a wild streak, her mother would have said. It makes her smile, though, to hear him talk the way he does.
God save the Queen, indeed.]
Not a clue how we ended up here, I imagine? I just woke up here, one day.
[Despite her best intentions, she cannot help it - as he speaks, she brings a hand to her mouth, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. Goodness, it won't do, ruining her make-up like this when this place is already void of all these small pleasures she used to take for granted! She pats under her eyes, trying her best to stop crying, laughing a little desperately at her attempt.
She can't stop looking at him. He's looking a little gaunt, and tired, but he's still as handsome as ever, She wonders if his beard is as soft as it looks; it suits him well.]
It's so good to see you! I had no idea - do you know where you are, in this town? I've been walking around a bit, during the day, found a school. It is a good thing I've been preferring trousers lately, I cannot even imagine bare legs in this weather.
[When she realises her rambling, she stops. She's still unsure this isn't all a dream. Goodness, he looks good.]
[No no no no no no no no, don't cry, do not, aww Peg—Steve's eyes go more than a bit damp also and he swipes at them with the back and heel of one hand, and then he's laughing too.
Peggy starts chattering and Steve covers his mouth with a hand, smiling into it, and looks at her, just drinking her in. God she really was this beautiful, his memory wasn't embellishing at all. If anything, it didn't do her justice.
How is he? He laughs.]
Ahhhhh, you know me, Peggy, I'm always OK. [A big, helpless smile steals over his face.] And just at this very moment? Much much better than that. ...If this is some kind of dream or hallucination I'm going to... I don't know what I'm going to do. [PUNCH THINGS.]
How long have you been here? [And how did he only just find out now?] Do you have everything you need, do you have enough food, are you warm enough? ...Are you still near the school? I'm down south of there, in the ice tunnels—I think I can get to you in— [He thinks this over quickly.] —in a couple of days?
[Because he is dropping everything and coming to get her, there is no question. But not soon enough.]
I can only assume the administrator is the one who brought us here, given that she seems to oversee the town, but I haven't the faintest clue how she's done such a thing. We've all arrived the same way, as far as I know.
[It kills him, that he's been here for nearly three months now and they're no closer to returning home than the day they arrived. He can't even begin to wrap his brain around a force that could not only displace them from their homes, but take away their innate abilities, as well.
And it pains him that he doesn't have anything more helpful to tell her. He's supposed to protect his people, after all.]
[It's still pretty cold even inside the house, but it's out of the wind and the snow. That automatically makes it so much better. Still, even after the door is closed, Kunsel shamelessly keeps an arm wrapped around Aerith, trying to offer as much warmth as he can.]
You don't have to apologize. It's hard to tell what's real and what's not, sometimes. We're safe now, at least.
[Relatively. As safe as they can ever be in this place.]
[ Billy's seen enough magic and enough demented supervillian tech that he's pretty sure this is just demented, Ultron-on-a-bender technology.
And that's too bad, because he could work with magic.
Technology? He's just as helpless as everyone else. ]
I'm not going to deny that the boredom alone is a pretty good reason, I'm usually glued to this thing anyway. This feels... different though. Can't make myself get up and get something to eat different.
[ He rubs his eyes and shakes his head even as he goes in for one more refresh of the network. It doesn't hurt to see if there's something new, right? ]
The last time I stayed up for three days at a computer, there was an MMO patch involved. This? This is weird. About as weird as giving your prisoners a way to organize...
I'm guessing in a few days we're all going to wake up paralyzed for a few minutes and it'll go away.
Why would I learn to defend myself when other people can do it for me?
[People are so slow here, wow.]
And, um, no, I don't think anyone has anything better to do than this. Even if there was something relatively as important as protecting me (which there isn't, just driving that one home), there's such a thing as multitasking.
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