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 LONG WALK HOME
You wake up at 6AM when lockdown ends, cold and tired, like you've been walking miles in the snow. But that's normal, isn't it? What isn't normal is your surroundings. You're in a new building, maybe one you've never seen before, or one you know is far, far away from where you were the night before when you fell asleep. If you were traveling with someone, you notice, also, that you are alone. There's no telling where your traveling companion could be.
When you check the network, you notice that @ADMIN has left a message.
Surveillance encountered an error shortly after 8PM last night and was out of order until shortly after 6AM. We apologize for any inconvenience.
Whether or not you're confused or concerned about the message, maybe a post to the network will help you re-orient yourself.
TWO: GOING ONCE, GOING TWICE...
Seems you've found a rather valuable commodity. Something like alcohol, tea, coffee, cigarettes, or perhaps even something medical. Whatever you've found, you have no real interest in it, yourself. But you know that there's a market for it, and you see the opportunity to turn this into a win-win situation. You're not physically around anyone that you know of, so you propose a network-wide trade. And whoever makes the sweetest deal can be the proud owner of their craved luxury.
Action Prompts
THREE: A SYMPHONY OF SOUND
You and your traveling companion thought that the house you decided to stop in for the night seemed normal enough. But lockdown hits, as it does every night, and things start to get strange. Soft sounds of crying; children crying, parents crying, screaming for their own safety. Maybe it's just the sound of the wind rushing so hard through the rubble you fear the ceiling will collapse. Maybe it's your own voice whispering to you to do awful things. Whatever the noise is, it's too much for you to fall asleep, coming to eerie crescendos and ebbing in volume at entirely irregular intervals. Looks like you and whoever you're with are in for a long night.
FOUR: IN DUE TIME
After a grueling day of travel, you and your companion finally come across safe shelter. And it seems to be a nice house, too, with a working fireplace and everything. The only strange part is that you aren't alone--but the other people in the house don't seem to be aware of you. In fact, they don't seem to be aware of anything; they're frozen in time, unmoving, unblinking, not even breathing. They can be touched, but they can't be moved. No matter how hard you try, they're rooted to the spot. They seem to be like you, weighed down with heavy winter wear and backpacks, not like the nondescript shadowy people that wander the town.
Oh well. They're probably harmless, and it isn't like you have time to find a different place to stay.
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snowblindmemes2016-04-15 09:29 pm
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She always was direct, wasn't she? Not the usual manner of a woman in their time, she had been a pioneer. She knew who she was, she knew her worth. The question is so blunt, but he can't blame her. It makes it clear she doesn't understand, though.
If he were the Soldier, she'd already be dead. The Soldier doesn't sit and talk.]
No, you shouldn't.
[Which is about all the answer he's going to give.]
You said you had food?
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Pulling her pack open, Peggy pulls out a few packets of crisps, and a sandwich still in its wrapper. She offers it to Bucky.]
I do, here you go.
[She wants to apologise for her bluntness, but she doesn't. She never did before, and he accepted it; it shouldn't be any different now. He may look slightly older, his hair may be longer and his eyes may be harder, but he's still Sgt Barnes. He knows her, and she knows him.]
Will you sit? I promise I won't - ask you anything, if you don't want to. We don't have to talk. You're just - the hovering. It's annoying, James.
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Strange, how some part of him wants to say something disarming, call her Agent Carter and ask her to dance again even though he had been invisible next to Steve when he tried that.
But he doesn't say anything of the sort. He doesn't sit either.]
These people could be a threat. [He gestures briefly to the frozen mockeries of human beings that share the space with them.] Getting too relaxed could kill us both.
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[They're grotesque, and sad, and disarming, but Peggy has seen the horrors of this town, and this is not it. This is another prank, psychological warfare. They're not actually going to attach them.]
The houses are some of the only safe places in this town. Not always, mind you, but usually, what horrible thing you can find inside is just here to hurt here. [She says, tapping her forehead. She's pretty sure he doesn't need the push from Norfinbury in that respect.]
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If this is all Norfinbury has to scare him, this will be easier to bear than imagined.]
Usually isn't always.
[It's more blunt than he ever would have been with her in the past, though he does try to soften his tone a little.]
It's that one in a hundred that will kill you.
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I understand hyper-vigilance, soldier, but you've got to stop, sometimes.
[This is why she had to draft and interview so many psychiatrists. For these shifty looks, these tense muscles, these hardened features. All the fear and the guilt and the grief. Bucky's worse - Bucky has seen so much more than Peggy has, and her heart aches, so deeply.
She knows he doesn't trust her, and she doesn't blame him, but - slowly, Peggy stands, approaches Bucky, and carefully, carefully, reaches out with both her hands, clasping them around his metal one. He can shrug her off any time, if he wants to.]
If you don't rest, you will lose your mind. You cannot let this place win, James.
[She puts a lot of emotion behind his name, trying to break through years and years of conditioning and pain and memories being ripped away from him. She doesn't believe it's going to work, but she has to try. She has to.]
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It aches inside.
He doesn't need her concern, though. He's no fragile thing that needs to be protected, he understands how to survive. He will rest when he must and only when he is in a secure location, to do otherwise is to invite death. Her worry over him, though unwarranted, grates at him. He hates hearing the name James now.]
Stop it.
[It comes out in a growl.]
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All right. All right, fine.
[She contemplates pushing at his buttons, making it hurt by calling Steve, have a conversation with him, right here next to Bucky, but she's not that cruel, she's not that mean. She misses Steve, she misses that he would not back down, that he'd try, desperately, to break through Bucky's defenses. She can't do it. She doesn't know how to do it.]
What do you want me to do? Sit here in silence? Pretend you're not here? Pretend I don't know you, I don't know who you are? You may think whatever you want of yourself, Sergeant, but you can't stop me from thinking whatever I want, too, and I know you. I know how good a man you are, right there just below the surface. And frankly, I don't care if you believe it or not, if you think you're different. You're not different. You've just been hurt.
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He doesn't laugh.
His teeth clench so hard that a muscle jumps in his jaw, and his eyes harden further. He doesn't want to show her how wrong she is, he hopes that she will never have to see the Soldier in action.]
You should get some sleep.
[It's all the reply he will give, as if he didn't even hear her impassioned words about his true nature.]
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[Stubborn, Peggy crosses her arms, irritation finding purchase on her heartache. She lets out a small huff.]
You - you men are simply impossible. You think of yourselves so tough, so impenetrable, so strong, you want to protect and serve and all this, this bullshit and I'm so, so tired of taking orders from you, any of you.
[In her rant she starts pacing around the room, but whips back to look at James, with fire in her eyes.]
You do not scare or intimidate me, and do not give me a I should, I'm so dangerous. [As she says the words, she lets her voice go deep, imitating his growly tone.] You're no more dangerous than anyone else here, you realise?
[Throwing her hands to the ceiling, Peggy sighs heavily.] Men. When I ask you to tell me what to do, I'm not asking for - this!
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She should be scared of him, she's wrong there.
But it's nice that she isn't. He wants to be more Bucky Barnes than the Winter Soldier, and to be treated this way in the longest conversation he's had in decades about something other than an assassination, it's-- pleasant.]
Sorry, Agent.
[The tiniest of smiles ghosts at the corner of his lips, incongruous with how hard his eyes still are.]
You did ask.
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Well, I'm sorry I did, and I wouldn't have if I'd known it'd turn into such a - a Neanderthal.
[Frustrated, tired and not just a little sad, Peggy moves over to one of the windows, trying to distinguish anything in the darkness outside. She hugs her sides, missing Steve's warmth, his willingness to keep her close, how good it felt to have his solid frame to lean against.]
I wish you could see just how unfair you're being. To him.
[She says the words in a small voice, more to herself than to James, even though she knows he can hear her. He's being unfair to her, too, but it isn't the point she's trying to make. She hates just how badly Steve is hurting, thinking he's let James down.]