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: WAKEY WAKEY You're drawn out of your slumber when your tablet emits an earsplitting SCREECH. No amount of shaking it or hitting it will get it to shut up for five whole minutes, but at the very end it cuts itself off what sounds like a piercing scream. Well, that was weird. Maybe you should check in on the network - someone might have an idea of what that was. Or maybe they'll be just as lost as you are. At least you can all be confused together...
TWO: DON'T LET THE BEDBUGS BITE... It's past curfew, and you've been locked in for the night. But for some reason, you just can't manage to get to sleep. Nightmares giving you grief? General insomnia problems? Well, at least you've got the network to keep you company. Maybe you can get someone to tell you a bedtime story.
Action Prompts
THREE: INCONVENIENCE STORE Congratulations, you've managed to stumble upon the Mallard River Market! But you're not alone. Among the shelves of junk food (just as well-stocked as you would expect from any normal store) you'll find one - or more! - other people there with you. Here's hoping you're not both after the same box of Frosted Toaster Pastries, because things could get ugly fast. Don't linger too long, either; at 7PM, you'll be compelled to leave whether you want to or not and will only have about an hour to find somewhere to take shelter...
FOUR: RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN It's late. It's cold. There's a bunch of snow around you and you can sort of make out vague shapes in the distance that might be buildings, but in these conditions it's hard to tell. Regardless of what they are, though, you're going to want to hustle - if it hits 8PM and you're still outside, you're not going to make it through the night. Perhaps that person up ahead can help you? Or - if you're already safe and sound - maybe you should head outside to get that poor soul struggling outside in to shelter before they freeze. Good luck!
[Armin's first thoughts are those of confusion, a mess of questions that threaten to overwhelm his brain. Where was here, what had happened, how had he gotten here, where were Mikasa and Eren?
It's not until a cold wind cuts through him, chills him right down to the bone, that he is able to push that confusion aside for a more important, immediate realisation: if he doesn't get out of this cold soon, he'll be dead and the how, what and whys won't matter anymore.
Stuffing his hands underneath his arms, in the warm hollow formed by his arm pits, Armin starts to trudge through the snow. The direction doesn't matter much. He stands no chance if he stays where he is - anywhere is better than there. The memories of their winter time training come back to him, and Armin feels a sharp stab of longing for the thick long coat and gloves that make up their winter uniform. His current coat might have been thick enough to help out Historia at her new orphanage, but it is too thin to deal with this cold.
When he spots the building out in the distance, the relief he feels nearly threatens to overwhelm him. He redoubles his efforts, and not for the first time in his life, he wishes he had longer legs like Jean or Reiner-- ah. No. He doesn't want to think about him.
It takes him three attempts to open the door, his stiff cold fingers glancing off the handle the first few times. Inside, the heat of the building is like a blessed oasis, and for a moment he just leans against the door, his knees weak with the realisation that he made it. He's not going to die. (well, not immediately, at least.) Now that he is inside, he'll be able to warm up, and once he's warm, hopefully he'll be able to figure out what had happened.
Pushing away from the door, he starts to wander around the building --it almost seems like a store house of some sort, though Armin has never seen this much food in one place-- without a clear goal in mind. It doesn't matter where he goes, as long as he keeps moving. If he keeps moving, he'll warm up more quickly. He quickly realises that he isn't alone here, that there are others here with him.
Someone is trying to catch his attention, asking him something about the food, but Armin has no answers. And in any case, he has more important concerns than why some food might be blue. He tries to make an apologetic gesture to the stranger, though he quickly aborts the attempt and stuffs his hand back underneath his arm. Sorry. His fingers are still a bit too cold for gesturing.]
I-I'm so-sorry. I don't--
[His teeth are still chattering and if this were any other situation, he'd be embarrassed by how long it takes his cold and sluggish brain to cotton onto the fact that he knows that voice. And that face and tall, slender (skinny) frame.]
[Now that is not someone Jean expected to see. He turns to the shorter boy, his eyes widening in surprise, and one hand snakes out immediately, grasping Armin's upper arm and squeezing it, as if to reassure himself that Armin is really there.]
[Armin isn't trying to be a smartass, and in any case, the violent chattering of his teeth would ruin his sass anyway. Outside is just the only answer he has for Jean. He doesn't know how he got here. There seems to be a gap in his memory between his last moments back home and suddenly finding himself here in the snow. He wonders if he has been hit on the head or drugged. It is the only thing that makes the slightest bit of sense to him.]
The others?
[He'll go back to his more wordy self once he's warmed up. Right now, he'll settle for short sentences that get his intentions across well enough without too much chattering.]
[Unconsciously, Jean starts to imitate Armin's speech patterns, falling into using as few words as possible, letting the other man set the tone of the conversation.]
[He sees how Armin is shivering, can feel him shivering under his hand, and starts leading him further into the store. He found the stove here as soon as he came in, and it's pretty clear that Armin needs it.]
[Armin very much needs that stove, yes. His look of polite confusion when Jean starts to lead him further into the store immediately changes into one of of relief when he sees the stove, and he immediately fumbles his hands out from underneath his arms to hold them spread out in front of the heater. The warm air is like a soothin balm to his chilled flesh and for the first few minutes he does not except soak up the heat and slowly defrost, carefully flexing and wriggling his fingers. Good, no frostbite.
At long last when his teeth have stopped chattering and his hands don't feel like blocks of ice anymore -- but don't think you'll be getting him away from this heater any time soon-- he turns his head to look at Jean, a small frown on his face. Now is the time to start thinking about what the hell happened.]
[Jean waits while Armin warms himself, looking curiously at a package of food nearby. What is a Dorito, and why is the bag so brightly colored? He wants to try one, just for the sake of science, and has the bag in his hands--weird, it feels like it's full of air--when Armin speaks up again.]
Definitely not.
[How do you get into a Dorito bag, anyway?]
Do you have any idea where we are? Or how we got here?
[There's the faintest hint of hope in Jean's voice. If anyone was going to figure this out, it'd be Armin.]
[Armin frowns slightly. He can hear the note of hope in Jean's voice, but he cannot live up to his expectations this time.]
I don't know. The most logical explanation is that we got kidnapped. [And they all know that there are still plenty of groups in society that aren't pleased with how things have changed these last two months. As far as Armin knows, there had been measures put in place to keep those groups separate and starved for power, but it seems they have been ineffective.] But it seems strange to just kidnap us and then dump us here out in the snow. Unless they do not regard us as dangerous as long as we are being kept out of the way.
[He rubs his hands together for a moment.]
What is the last thing you can remember clearly? Before waking up here, I mean.
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It's not until a cold wind cuts through him, chills him right down to the bone, that he is able to push that confusion aside for a more important, immediate realisation: if he doesn't get out of this cold soon, he'll be dead and the how, what and whys won't matter anymore.
Stuffing his hands underneath his arms, in the warm hollow formed by his arm pits, Armin starts to trudge through the snow. The direction doesn't matter much. He stands no chance if he stays where he is - anywhere is better than there. The memories of their winter time training come back to him, and Armin feels a sharp stab of longing for the thick long coat and gloves that make up their winter uniform. His current coat might have been thick enough to help out Historia at her new orphanage, but it is too thin to deal with this cold.
When he spots the building out in the distance, the relief he feels nearly threatens to overwhelm him. He redoubles his efforts, and not for the first time in his life, he wishes he had longer legs like Jean or Reiner-- ah. No. He doesn't want to think about him.
It takes him three attempts to open the door, his stiff cold fingers glancing off the handle the first few times. Inside, the heat of the building is like a blessed oasis, and for a moment he just leans against the door, his knees weak with the realisation that he made it. He's not going to die. (well, not immediately, at least.) Now that he is inside, he'll be able to warm up, and once he's warm, hopefully he'll be able to figure out what had happened.
Pushing away from the door, he starts to wander around the building --it almost seems like a store house of some sort, though Armin has never seen this much food in one place-- without a clear goal in mind. It doesn't matter where he goes, as long as he keeps moving. If he keeps moving, he'll warm up more quickly. He quickly realises that he isn't alone here, that there are others here with him.
Someone is trying to catch his attention, asking him something about the food, but Armin has no answers. And in any case, he has more important concerns than why some food might be blue. He tries to make an apologetic gesture to the stranger, though he quickly aborts the attempt and stuffs his hand back underneath his arm. Sorry. His fingers are still a bit too cold for gesturing.]
I-I'm so-sorry. I don't--
[His teeth are still chattering and if this were any other situation, he'd be embarrassed by how long it takes his cold and sluggish brain to cotton onto the fact that he knows that voice. And that face and tall, slender (skinny) frame.]
Je-je-jean?
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[Now that is not someone Jean expected to see. He turns to the shorter boy, his eyes widening in surprise, and one hand snakes out immediately, grasping Armin's upper arm and squeezing it, as if to reassure himself that Armin is really there.]
What... where'd you come from?
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[Armin isn't trying to be a smartass, and in any case, the violent chattering of his teeth would ruin his sass anyway. Outside is just the only answer he has for Jean. He doesn't know how he got here. There seems to be a gap in his memory between his last moments back home and suddenly finding himself here in the snow. He wonders if he has been hit on the head or drugged. It is the only thing that makes the slightest bit of sense to him.]
The others?
[He'll go back to his more wordy self once he's warmed up. Right now, he'll settle for short sentences that get his intentions across well enough without too much chattering.]
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[Unconsciously, Jean starts to imitate Armin's speech patterns, falling into using as few words as possible, letting the other man set the tone of the conversation.]
[He sees how Armin is shivering, can feel him shivering under his hand, and starts leading him further into the store. He found the stove here as soon as he came in, and it's pretty clear that Armin needs it.]
C'mon, get warm first. Then talk.
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At long last when his teeth have stopped chattering and his hands don't feel like blocks of ice anymore -- but don't think you'll be getting him away from this heater any time soon-- he turns his head to look at Jean, a small frown on his face. Now is the time to start thinking about what the hell happened.]
I don't think we are in Sina anymore.
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Definitely not.
[How do you get into a Dorito bag, anyway?]
Do you have any idea where we are? Or how we got here?
[There's the faintest hint of hope in Jean's voice. If anyone was going to figure this out, it'd be Armin.]
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I don't know. The most logical explanation is that we got kidnapped. [And they all know that there are still plenty of groups in society that aren't pleased with how things have changed these last two months. As far as Armin knows, there had been measures put in place to keep those groups separate and starved for power, but it seems they have been ineffective.] But it seems strange to just kidnap us and then dump us here out in the snow. Unless they do not regard us as dangerous as long as we are being kept out of the way.
[He rubs his hands together for a moment.]
What is the last thing you can remember clearly? Before waking up here, I mean.