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!
Vlad had to recognize the satisfaction he felt in Altaïr’s recognition in how ridiculous his handling of his well-being was. He was glad the Syrian decided on a smarter resolution to his predicament. Vlad also recognized his hunger thriving at the bared skin before him, but he kept a distance and would not feed from the Syrian. For a few reasons the predominant one being that he found a comfort of familiarity within the other and he rather liked the feeling of home that came with Altaïr’s ancient descent from the past. Despite the few centuries between himself and Altaïr, the other was the closest reminder of his very old life.
There was a dusty rug in front of the hearth but he was sure it would satisfy Altaïr for the night if he chose it. For himself, he would sleep in the mostly decayed living room chair that sat off to the side, a few feet from the fire and a few feet from the window. There was no other heat source to the home and they would have to share this fire for adequate comfort through the chill of night.
“You are welcome to stay, I do not have much.. but you may use what you can find. Myself, I will sleep there,” he gestured to the chair, “and I will not disturb you any more this night.” With that Vlad took his seat, stretched out his legs, rest his arms over his lap, and settled his head back against the chair. It was uncomfortable but his body was too tired to care, and sleep would have him like it had him centuries ago.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
snowblindmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
snowblindmemes2015-06-23 03:54 pm
no subject
There was a dusty rug in front of the hearth but he was sure it would satisfy Altaïr for the night if he chose it. For himself, he would sleep in the mostly decayed living room chair that sat off to the side, a few feet from the fire and a few feet from the window. There was no other heat source to the home and they would have to share this fire for adequate comfort through the chill of night.
“You are welcome to stay, I do not have much.. but you may use what you can find. Myself, I will sleep there,” he gestured to the chair, “and I will not disturb you any more this night.” With that Vlad took his seat, stretched out his legs, rest his arms over his lap, and settled his head back against the chair. It was uncomfortable but his body was too tired to care, and sleep would have him like it had him centuries ago.