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: A FRUITFUL ENDEAVOR
You arrive at the grocery store downtown in the early evening. There's still plenty of food, but of course the bread is no longer warm and most of the best selection has been taken. What's left of the produce is pretty obscure; what the heck is a lychee, or a starfruit, or a pluot? Maybe the skin of this one isn't meant to be eaten? What about the leaves? And as for the bread, what on earth is pumpernickel anyway? To say the least of what this must look like if you're not from Earth or some place similar.
Maybe someone more familiar with obscure Earth foods will have some answers for you!
TWO: YOU'RE BREAKING UP
There's a bit of a malfunction on the network. Text posts seem to be fine, if received at a bit of a delay, but there's definitely some trouble with the audio and video functions. There's noticeable static interference in most of the voice and video posts, obscuring both audio and video feeds alike. Sometimes, the shape of a person can almost be seen in the static of the videos--or maybe it's the shape of a monster.
Regardless, try to be polite to those you're talking with. It isn't their fault you can't hear parts of what they're saying. (Please write out all of your character's dialogue if you're using this prompt so that we can get a better feel for their voice! Simply indicate in the narration what cannot be heard as a result of the static, or leave it up to your thread partner to decide what does not come through.)
Action Prompts
THREE: COLD HANDS, WARM HEART
Either you arrived in Norfinbury bare-handed or became that way somewhere along the road, but your hands are freezing. You worry you may be prone to frostbite sometime soon, but you haven’t had any luck finding any sort of fabric that you could turn into some makeshift protection. Your travel partner is in a similar situation, as well. That’s when you stop in a building for the night and find it: one perfect pair of fluffy mittens. But there’s only one pair. Will you give them to your companion? Keep them for yourself? Hide them? Or try to make a compromise?
If all else fails, there’s always rock, paper, scissors.
FOUR: ONE LUMP OR TWO?
There's been a buzz on the network lately about a box full of tea packets having been discovered. Maybe you're a tea person or maybe you aren't, but for the sake of being able to drink something warm (and something unexpired for that matter), you've dragged yourself over to a rendezvous point for one purpose and one purpose alone: a tea party. Of course, there is always the danger of monsters, particularly when you're around too many people...but maybe it's worth it for a hot drink, right?
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snowblindmemes2016-03-14 11:42 pm
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I'll take it, then. Gloves are meant for hands, hmm? [ He'd make a crack about socks, but... yeah. Not sinking to that level without some alcohol to fall back on. ]
Prosthetic there? [ He nods to Squalo's off hand. ]
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[ Either way, he doesn't seem to hang onto that idea, and casually tosses the spare mitten at John. No point in being an asshole for no reason to possibly the only other person in a few miles radius. ]
Yeah. [ He flexes the fingers a bit; barely audible but the sound of a mechanism working can be made out. At least it seems quite responsive, though he probably can't do precise things like writing with it. ] That obvious, huh. I guess I wasn't really trying to hide it --
[ But anyway. ]
Been here long?
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Long enough. Well. Couple of days. Still got rations enough, but I was heading for the grocery store if I can reach it. Heard they've got bread and the like. You on your way there, too?
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[ Instead he looks for any relatively clean surfaces to sit on. The only thing he wants right now is to curl up with a warm blanket, but there are no blankets and he doesn't want to look defeated-- ]
[ Wait, what was that just now. ]
This place has a grocery store?
[ Yeah, sorry. He's only been here a day and you're the first person he's met. ]
...well, now I am. Sounds better than the dried shit I've found.
[ ...he should probably be thankful for any food he was provided with, alas. He's used to much higher standard of living and it will probably take a while for him to stop complaining about it. ]
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Dried does get old, yeah? Better to save it if we end up not being near a grocery store, too.
[ The amusement fades, and he gets a bit more serious. ]
Depending on what's in the rations and how long we're here, it might start to be a problem. Just our luck catching scurvy in the middle of a frozen wasteland. [ There's a pause as he realizes that likely doesn't sound very motivational. ] I'm sure we'll work it out, though. They've been knocking around this place for a while from what I heard.
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Oh hell no. [ He's... not entirely sure what makes people get scurvy, actually. It's probably something like syphilis and either way he's got no plans for either. ] "A while". Any idea how long that might be?
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More than a hundred days looking at the survival guide they sent 'round when I got here. They've found tunnels, this place downtown. Just a matter of time. Sounds like this place is ripe with puzzles. You much of a detective, then?
[ There's some wry and private humor there to be found in the right company. Squalo's probably not it. ]
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Fuck!
[ A hundred days. And they're still here. Sure, he might be more competent than those people, but he has no idea where to start so far, and there's the chance that getting out is impossible without some kind of dimension-hopping ability. Ugh. ]
[ He gets up again, takes the ugliest looking chair, turns his over, and brings his foot down on it with as much force as he can muster. A couple more hits like that, and it falls to pieces. Then he'll start looking through his pockets and bag to see if there's anything that could possibly be of help here. There's a momentary delay after the question. ]
...not really.
[ He's usually the guy that detectives are trying to catch, rather. None have succeeded yet. ]
You?