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!
[ it doesn't sound healthy, and it definitely does not sound like it's anything they should be ingesting. but she has a point -- they were surviving on dehydrated, freeze-dried supplements for years. this can't be much worse. ]
They restock? So whoever's put us here is present. [ that doesn't exactly give him happy thoughts. ] We shouldn't stay here. [ if the shelves were being restocked, that meant they were being monitored or checked, and he doesn't want to be here when whoever they were showed up.
he's distracted, however, by the orange food. he tries it, though, and frowns at the taste. ] That's disgusting. You've been eating these things regularly? I'm worried about you, Princess. [ but it's sustenance and he may even take one more. he's not stupid. ]
I've guessed. Just a matter of figuring out why we're here. It doesn't make sense.
[ it may be too early to spring injections and people screaming all night on Bellamy, so she doesn't go into detail yet. but he does need to know they aren't alone here, that it's entirely possible somebody is watching them at all times. ]
If they're keeping us fed, they want us alive. They would have already killed us if they wanted to.
[ it doesn't mean they aren't in danger, but it means they aren't in immediate danger. whatever's planned for them, it's a long con. otherwise, why waste all this time? ]
Unless they're trying to kill us by feeding us this, [ she quips, although it's mostly humorless. it's hard for Clarke to joke under these circumstances, especially now that Bellamy is standing here in front of her, reminding her of so many things she wants to forget. ]
[ he'd assumed they'd be -- that someone would always be watching them, monitoring them. it's not dissimilar from the Ark -- what with their security and council and chancellor. ]
And what they want us alive for is what worries me. [ hadn't it been the same with the 100? not exterminated because they were still useful. it must be the same here. they served a purpose, but to what end? he frowns, lost in his own thoughts for a few moments, drawn out only by Clarke's quip. ]
It's not impossible, but I'd wager we've eaten worse than this. [ he steals another puff from the bag, thankful for any semblance of sustenance. he'd had some food, but not enough to keep him energized in the cold. ] They have enough fake cheese here to last us a century. [ he's plucked up a bottle of Cheez Whiz, frowning at the label before he opens the top, pressing the trigger and grimacing when a line of liquid cheese gushes from the tip. ]
That's disgusting. [ yes, avoid all of the questions, confusions and hurts with processed foods. ]
[ who needs feelings when you have Cheez Whiz? not Bellamy and Clarke. they could pointedly ignore the memories of poor, irradiated Maya in Jasper's arms, the way Monty wrapped his sweater around himself like a protective shell, Clarke walking away from it all and not looking back. but it hangs in the air like a cloud, not just an elephant in the room but a hundred elephants. they both know what the other's thinking about. they just can't bring themselves to say it out loud. ]
We'll find a way out. We always do.
[ there's a twinge of bitterness in her tone. they always do, but at what cost? part of her feels like she belongs here. she has sins to work off.
she presses her lips together, shrugging off the pain like a cloak. it's still pooled around her feet, but not noticeable enough to affect Bellamy. burdening him with her inner turmoil would be unkind. besides, she's gotten so good at pushing down her feelings that it comes easily now. she reaches out towards the can of Cheez Whiz, picking up a glob of the cheese with the tip of her finger. she inspects it for a moment before hesitantly taking a taste. ]
You're right. That is disgusting. [ others would probably say the same about the space food they're used to, but that's neither here nor there. she pauses, an awkward silence falling over them. are they supposed to go their separate ways? she doesn't want to, but at the same time, she feels like the tension in the air is only going to grow heavier until someone's yelling or crying. ] —Do you need something better than a can of fruit to defend yourself with?
[ he raises his eyebrows, a look that very much says you're surprised?, when he did indeed just say it's disgusting. but it has some nutritional value, it's relatively light and can be preserved over long periods of time. it's worth hold onto, and he stuffs it in his bag.
what more is there for them to say? he can't tell if they're leaving together or not, and part of him isn't sure what he wants. it's Clarke -- the last he saw of her was her back as she left camp, everything that happened left resting heavy between them. he'd forgiven her, begged her to stay an yet, here they are, somehow locked in this vicious circle. ]
The can's heavy, don't underestimate it. It could do damage, if used properly. [ and he knows how to -- if he needs to bludgeon someone to death with a tin of fruit cocktail, he would. he's done far worse to defend himself, after all. ] Something else might be better. I see you're doing just fine, there, Princess.
[ because if they can't get back to whatever sort of trust they had, can't breach the strange wall of tension and god knows what else rests between them, then he can take it all to that superficially friendly place they'd found before all of this. ]
But I can find something. [ it's the option of leaving the door open. he's left it so she can go without worry, can push past him and that be that until they ran into each other again. and they would -- they always seemed to come crashing back together, whether they wanted to or not. ] I'm creative when I want to be.
[ Clarke looks down at her own makeshift weapon, a faint smile playing upon her lips. it's nice to know there's one thing she can trust here. it's nice to know there's one thing she can trust. it's like Lexa left cracks in her heart and they can't be filled — she can't un-leave Clarke. more so, she herself has chipped away at what remains. there are people in this world she can't un-kiss, un-kill. she desperately wants to undo both of those things to Finn. how can she trust herself when there's so much blood on her hands?
she sniffles a little, hiding it by reaching up to rub her nose and playing it off like it's due to the weather. there's just so much pressure to keep everyone alive, to set them free before they're met with a fate worse than death, to protect Bellamy, and it feels like the walls are closing in on her, and she can't breathe. it's like she's standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down at the fathoms below but refusing to make the jump, and the slightest wind will blow her over into an emotional breakdown she can't recover from. her eyes flutter shut, and she breathes a slow, ragged inhale and exhale. right now, she can't afford to feel. the moment she turns it on, allows herself to, everything she's been repressing will come flooding in. ]
Well. You need to be, [ she jokes weakly.
she swings her backpack over her shoulder so it's in front of her and unzips it. it's positively bulging, items threatening to fall out at any moment. she pulls out several objects and holds them out to Bellamy; a pillow and a blanket. ]
Listen. I understand if you don't want to travel with me. [ it's the first time she's acknowledged the last time they saw each other, and it gives her a sick feeling in her stomach. ] But at least take these. There's a lot of cold nights ahead of us.
[ the last he saw of Clarke, she abandoned camp Jaha, went on her own out into the woods to do god knows what. sure, part of Bellamy still felt the bitter sting of her departure, but at the same time? it's still Clarke. she left for her own reasons, and he knows she doesn't do anything without a great deal of thought behind it.
he's caught somewhere between reaching for her and not when her eyes flutter shut, when she takes a steadying breath, the weight of the world on her shoulders. its a feeling Bellamy knows too keenly, staring down the corridors of Level 5 at Mount Weather, or listening to the crackling radio voice of Raven. they can only take so much, before -- ]
I'll travel with you. Better chance at survival with the two of us for now. [ he shrugs, resigned to the idea, and she can't change his mind. he moves to start filling his bag with some food, instead, to distract his hands and his mind. ]
Didn't think you were going to get to have all the fun, did you? [ because in every right, he should have gone with her when she left Camp Jaha, and yet he stayed. he won't make the same mistake. ]
[ fun isn't exactly what she'd call it. she presses her lips together in a thin-lipped smile, stuffing the blanket back in her bag. there's a part of Clarke that doesn't want to see Bellamy at all. there's a part of her that wants to pretend everything has just been a bad dream, and she'll wake up soon enough in her room on the Ark, glancing at the janitor like she knows him when she doesn't. this is the cowardly part of her, the one that wants to run from everything bad and think it'll never catch up with her.
then there's the part of her that is overwhelmed with guilt, yes, but also an irresistible need to atone. Clarke has dedicated herself to aiding others here, hoping to prevent as many deaths as she can. no lives she saves will ever replace the ones she took, but it's something. this part of her doesn't want to leave Bellamy to fend for himself when she knows the terrain better. it doesn't want Bellamy to stay up all night because there's no one to keep watch. it wants Bellamy to feel well-fed, well-rested, and safe; he won't feel like that if he's all alone.
she's begun to think of herself like this. just parts, never a whole. ]
I guess I'll have to show you the ropes then.
[ the corner of her mouth quirks up for a split second, then it's gone. almost like it was never there at all. it's entirely possible to think you imagined it. she picks up a handful of Slim Jims, holding them up for Bellamy to see. ]
Want a tip? These are the most filling. They're supposed to be meat.
[ the key phrase is supposed to be. ]
Don't bother with the pastries. They only give you a short rush of energy, and the crash afterwards isn't fun.
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[ it doesn't sound healthy, and it definitely does not sound like it's anything they should be ingesting. but she has a point -- they were surviving on dehydrated, freeze-dried supplements for years. this can't be much worse. ]
They restock? So whoever's put us here is present. [ that doesn't exactly give him happy thoughts. ] We shouldn't stay here. [ if the shelves were being restocked, that meant they were being monitored or checked, and he doesn't want to be here when whoever they were showed up.
he's distracted, however, by the orange food. he tries it, though, and frowns at the taste. ] That's disgusting. You've been eating these things regularly? I'm worried about you, Princess. [ but it's sustenance and he may even take one more. he's not stupid. ]
I've guessed. Just a matter of figuring out why we're here. It doesn't make sense.
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[ it may be too early to spring injections and people screaming all night on Bellamy, so she doesn't go into detail yet. but he does need to know they aren't alone here, that it's entirely possible somebody is watching them at all times. ]
If they're keeping us fed, they want us alive. They would have already killed us if they wanted to.
[ it doesn't mean they aren't in danger, but it means they aren't in immediate danger. whatever's planned for them, it's a long con. otherwise, why waste all this time? ]
Unless they're trying to kill us by feeding us this, [ she quips, although it's mostly humorless. it's hard for Clarke to joke under these circumstances, especially now that Bellamy is standing here in front of her, reminding her of so many things she wants to forget. ]
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[ he'd assumed they'd be -- that someone would always be watching them, monitoring them. it's not dissimilar from the Ark -- what with their security and council and chancellor. ]
And what they want us alive for is what worries me. [ hadn't it been the same with the 100? not exterminated because they were still useful. it must be the same here. they served a purpose, but to what end? he frowns, lost in his own thoughts for a few moments, drawn out only by Clarke's quip. ]
It's not impossible, but I'd wager we've eaten worse than this. [ he steals another puff from the bag, thankful for any semblance of sustenance. he'd had some food, but not enough to keep him energized in the cold. ] They have enough fake cheese here to last us a century. [ he's plucked up a bottle of Cheez Whiz, frowning at the label before he opens the top, pressing the trigger and grimacing when a line of liquid cheese gushes from the tip. ]
That's disgusting. [ yes, avoid all of the questions, confusions and hurts with processed foods. ]
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We'll find a way out. We always do.
[ there's a twinge of bitterness in her tone. they always do, but at what cost? part of her feels like she belongs here. she has sins to work off.
she presses her lips together, shrugging off the pain like a cloak. it's still pooled around her feet, but not noticeable enough to affect Bellamy. burdening him with her inner turmoil would be unkind. besides, she's gotten so good at pushing down her feelings that it comes easily now. she reaches out towards the can of Cheez Whiz, picking up a glob of the cheese with the tip of her finger. she inspects it for a moment before hesitantly taking a taste. ]
You're right. That is disgusting. [ others would probably say the same about the space food they're used to, but that's neither here nor there. she pauses, an awkward silence falling over them. are they supposed to go their separate ways? she doesn't want to, but at the same time, she feels like the tension in the air is only going to grow heavier until someone's yelling or crying. ] —Do you need something better than a can of fruit to defend yourself with?
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what more is there for them to say? he can't tell if they're leaving together or not, and part of him isn't sure what he wants. it's Clarke -- the last he saw of her was her back as she left camp, everything that happened left resting heavy between them. he'd forgiven her, begged her to stay an yet, here they are, somehow locked in this vicious circle. ]
The can's heavy, don't underestimate it. It could do damage, if used properly. [ and he knows how to -- if he needs to bludgeon someone to death with a tin of fruit cocktail, he would. he's done far worse to defend himself, after all. ] Something else might be better. I see you're doing just fine, there, Princess.
[ because if they can't get back to whatever sort of trust they had, can't breach the strange wall of tension and god knows what else rests between them, then he can take it all to that superficially friendly place they'd found before all of this. ]
But I can find something. [ it's the option of leaving the door open. he's left it so she can go without worry, can push past him and that be that until they ran into each other again. and they would -- they always seemed to come crashing back together, whether they wanted to or not. ] I'm creative when I want to be.
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she sniffles a little, hiding it by reaching up to rub her nose and playing it off like it's due to the weather. there's just so much pressure to keep everyone alive, to set them free before they're met with a fate worse than death, to protect Bellamy, and it feels like the walls are closing in on her, and she can't breathe. it's like she's standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down at the fathoms below but refusing to make the jump, and the slightest wind will blow her over into an emotional breakdown she can't recover from. her eyes flutter shut, and she breathes a slow, ragged inhale and exhale. right now, she can't afford to feel. the moment she turns it on, allows herself to, everything she's been repressing will come flooding in. ]
Well. You need to be, [ she jokes weakly.
she swings her backpack over her shoulder so it's in front of her and unzips it. it's positively bulging, items threatening to fall out at any moment. she pulls out several objects and holds them out to Bellamy; a pillow and a blanket. ]
Listen. I understand if you don't want to travel with me. [ it's the first time she's acknowledged the last time they saw each other, and it gives her a sick feeling in her stomach. ] But at least take these. There's a lot of cold nights ahead of us.
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he's caught somewhere between reaching for her and not when her eyes flutter shut, when she takes a steadying breath, the weight of the world on her shoulders. its a feeling Bellamy knows too keenly, staring down the corridors of Level 5 at Mount Weather, or listening to the crackling radio voice of Raven. they can only take so much, before -- ]
I'll travel with you. Better chance at survival with the two of us for now. [ he shrugs, resigned to the idea, and she can't change his mind. he moves to start filling his bag with some food, instead, to distract his hands and his mind. ]
Didn't think you were going to get to have all the fun, did you? [ because in every right, he should have gone with her when she left Camp Jaha, and yet he stayed. he won't make the same mistake. ]
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then there's the part of her that is overwhelmed with guilt, yes, but also an irresistible need to atone. Clarke has dedicated herself to aiding others here, hoping to prevent as many deaths as she can. no lives she saves will ever replace the ones she took, but it's something. this part of her doesn't want to leave Bellamy to fend for himself when she knows the terrain better. it doesn't want Bellamy to stay up all night because there's no one to keep watch. it wants Bellamy to feel well-fed, well-rested, and safe; he won't feel like that if he's all alone.
she's begun to think of herself like this. just parts, never a whole. ]
I guess I'll have to show you the ropes then.
[ the corner of her mouth quirks up for a split second, then it's gone. almost like it was never there at all. it's entirely possible to think you imagined it. she picks up a handful of Slim Jims, holding them up for Bellamy to see. ]
Want a tip? These are the most filling. They're supposed to be meat.
[ the key phrase is supposed to be. ]
Don't bother with the pastries. They only give you a short rush of energy, and the crash afterwards isn't fun.