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.
[Aerith looks back; she definitely heard a voice, a whimper of some sort. Could someone be outside like she is? She turns back towards the house she can still reach, her hair whipping her face hard, cold.
She thinks of her flowers, back home in the Slums Church. She thinks of the light they'd get, as artificial as everything in Midgar was. She tries to conjure the feeling of warmth upon her face, instead of the cold, half-frozen strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, like tears.]
Is someone there? Come on, we can't stay outside!
[She's loud about it, louder than she'd like, but that noise. That noise sounded like a child, and she can't leave a child outside to die! She'd rather get whoever it is to safety and not make it herself, especially if it's only a little one.
She turns away from the house and towards the noise, pulling her coat closer to her chest and raising her shoulders up, trying to fight the vicious cold. It doesn't work very well.]
Hey, please, come on, let's get inside! I'll help you if you tell me where you are?
[Maybe it's the wind whistling around the corners of the house. Maybe it's another hallucination. Maybe it's not, and the voice Kunsel could swear he hears outside is because there's someone outside. The possibility is enough to make it worth at least looking out the window.
When he does, his eyes widen behind his helmet. It's hard to see through the driven snow, but there's definitely a dark blur moving out there - moving away from the house. With a curse, he bolts for the door, tearing it open, and never mind what kind of figure he cuts. Almost no one here recognizes a SOLDIER uniform for what it is, or cares about it even if they did, and here and now that person-!]
Hey! [Cold air and snow blast the parts of his face that are exposed, but he ignores it with rising alarm.] What are you doing?! Get in here! Curfew's about to start!
[The video starts with an exasperated-looking teenager, grimacing down at the tablet to make sure it's working.]
Sooo... I found this message thing, on one of the walls here. Looks like it's in some kind of code or something? I've been trying to figure it out in case it's something useful. Buuuuut...
[And they turn the tablet around at this point to show a message scrawled on the wall with what looks like some kind of paint or tar. Whatever it is, it's in some kind of double or triple cipher.
It could be useful. It could be graffiti. Right now it's just jibberish. There's a bit of pen scratching below them, trying to crack the code. But clearly she hasn't gotten very far. And Ellie didn't exactly want to just sit here wasting hours trying to figure out some random message that could be anything.]
Well, that's all I got.
Anybody else got any idea what to do with this? [Her voice drops to a mutter, clearly more for herself but still audible on the feed.] Cause I haven't got a fuckin' clue.
[Aerith hears the yelling behind her, can barely make out the words. They come from the house she was about to spend the night in. She turns around briefly, wrapping her arms around her middle even tighter.]
There's someone out there! Can't leave them!
[She can't. It's not something she's ever done, leave someone behind for her own self-preservation. She just can't do it.]
Kunsel swears and plunges out into the snow, but even as his boots crunch through the icy blanket on the ground, his ears strain for any other sounds.]
Are you sure? I don't hear anyone! If we're stuck out here when that door closes, we won't do anyone any good!
[Aerith keeps on looking back and forth, suddenly unsure. Is is the wind, making such noises that sound so much like a child? She thinks - she can't help but think, what if there is someone out there, but the cries have stopped, now.
Her heart is beating wildly in her chest, worry stabbing at her at the idea of abandoning anyone. What if her first instinct was right? But there's no more crying, no more noise but the wind, biting cold. Aerith turns back towards the house, her shoulders slumped in defeat.]
Have you seen any other messages similar to it nearby, dear? [What sounds like an older woman's voice can be heard from the other side.] I believe you can take pictures with this device, so you could solve it somewhere warm hopefully.
[As he gets closer and can hear better, something about the other person's voice strikes him as familiar, but it isn't until he's about ten feet away that he can see clearly enough through the snow and the dimming light to realize that he knows who this is.]
Aerith?
[Of course he'd known she was here. They'd talked on the network a few times. He just hadn't realized she was so close!
Caught off guard, he loses a precious second just staring before he tears his attention from her, scanning wind-driven snow.]
If you aren't certain there's someone there, we don't have time to look. We have to get back inside now.
[Aerith shakes her head. The noise was so far away, and it's now gone - if they don't get inside now, they'll just die. She clenches her jaw, straightening her shoulders and walking back towards the house.]
Kunsel? Is that you?
[She makes her way closer to him, the wind fighting against her. She feels so defeated, but she can't risk Kunsel's life, too.]
[Kunsel wants to wince at that defeated look, but urgency demands he not give in even that much. Neither of them can afford to dwell on the decision their making right now.
Instead, he closes the distance, reaching to wrap an arm around her if she'll let him. She has to be frozen half solid if she's been out in this weather for long.]
[Cullen can swear these noises are not natural. If there's a monster around, he's not going to be surprised, at all. Maker, but he hates this place. Nothing hardly makes any sense.
Cautiously, he wanders through the aisles of the toy store towards the sports equipment. He doesn't get most of them, but he knows this is where he'll find the best weapon.
He does - the stick is a good length and even if the end is curved, completely wrong for the kind of sword mastery Cullen knows, it'll have to do. He's tired of running away. His Inquisitor would not back away, so why does he keep on doing it?]
[ Yeah, Billy's incapable of being helpful. On, like, a cellular level.
Terrible trait for a superhero, that.
The teenage boy in a cape and creative headgear on the other end of the line does at least appear to be studying the cipher, though it's nothing he has an experience with at all. ]
[When she gets closer, Kunsel opens his arms to her, and Aerith slides in, huddling close to his warmth without even thinking about it. She feels frozen to her very core.
They make their way to the house quickly, and she has to lean on the door to close it properly, but inside, it's a lot more bearable. Aerith still keeps on shivering. She turns to Kunsel, embarrassed about what just transpired.]
[ The person in the video is a boy, late teens by the look of him. The most notable thing about him is that he's wearing a bright red cape that puts Vincent Valentine to shame. the more observant, however, might notice that he's got dark rings under his moving-too-rapidly eyes from not sleeping. ]
Hey, network.
Anyone else feeling a little... look, I'm a millennial and it's been a month since I could check tumblr, I can't actually tell the difference between 'normal internet use' and 'crippling technology addiction' anymore, but I think this is a little much. Right? Or am I the only one feeling this?
[ He's going to be pretty embarrassed if he's the only one feeling this. ]
[There is a very, very tired dwarf lady staring into the camera. Even more tired than usual. Massive unattractive bags under the eyes levels of tired. Awake only by the barest of margins tired.]
I've been having trouble sleeping lately.
[THANK YOU INQUISITOR OBVIOUS]
It's like I can't take my eyes off the tablet. There are so many messages to catch up on, and people are constantly making new ones. I keep telling myself I can do it once I've had some rest, but for some reason...
[She sighs and rubs at her eyes, trying to think of the best way to pose the question on her mind.]
I suppose what I'm asking is... is it possible to get addicted to these devices?
if I can get addicted to taking tubes of shredded leaves and carcinogenic crap, lighting them on fire and breathing the fumes then I'm p sure the answer is "idk maybe"
[If the video message surprises Cullen, he tries his best not to show it as he looks on the Inquisitor's face, her features showing obvious exhaustion.]
Inquisitor -
[Trying to be reassuring isn't going to help, he guesses. He takes a deep breath, looking away from the tablet for a moment.]
Everything around here is addictive, it seems. Are you alone? And if you are, have you been for a long time?
[Hesitant fingers brush against the tablet's screen. The light coming from it is the only source in the house Shara's found herself in, as it's late in the night, Norfinbury mostly quiet, besides her quiet murmurs to the network.]
I keep on expecting messages for Leia, asking me to come back. Hoping to see Poe's little face smiling at the camera.
[She's missing him grow up. She's missed so much, already, and now he's 9 and he's his own person already and he probably thinks she's dead, and it's unfair. She misses him so much - she misses Kei so much, too.
She reaches up, pressing the back of her hand against her mouth as she struggles not to cry.]
Sadly he's at the point in his superhero career where seeing Captain America doesn't cause him to immediately lose his mind, but it's a near thing. Especially since he's a lot younger than Billy knows him and rocking a beard that would do Williamsburg proud. ]
Cap. Holy crap.
You're not a millennial with a crippling internet addiction, thanks for the confirmation.
[ Billy has to think about it, though, to separate his usual attention to the tablet from whatever this is. ]
-Didn't get much sleep the last two nights, so I'm guessing it started then.
[There's a long enough period where the kid just stares intently at him without saying anything that Steve almost turns to look over his shoulder like WHAT, IS THERE A MONSTER BEHIND ME??? But then... oh. Steve's eyebrows go up in surprise. He's been here weeks and weeks now and he'd kinda gotten used to being "that Army guy", so... this is... surprising and different. Blink blink blink.]
You... know who I am?
[Also are random people on the street calling him "Cap" now? Jeez. Being a celebrity is weird.]
You're correct, I am neither of those things.
[Tiny amused smirk, then gets back to serious business.]
I think that's when it started for me, too? I thought. I've been traveling alone for a while, I thought maybe it was just all the quiet and solitude getting to me. Sounds like maybe it's something else though. [He rubs at his eyes; damn he's tired.] Guess maybe we should try to see if it's happening to anyone else.
Everybody where I'm from knows who you are. One of the first superheroes? Founding Avenger? Kind of a big deal.
[ Billy pinches the bridge of his nose, because obviously this is a time travel thing, and he hates time travel things. ]
Alternate universe or something, though. I don't think you've been around as long as our Steve Rogers has. You look way too young to have been on a team with my mom.
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