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: MAP CRUNCH It looks like all the maps that you and your fellow captives have been spending so much time building have corroded and the files are unable to be viewed any longer. You've planned a rendezvous with another party in a building you've never been to before--and now you're not sure how to get there. Maybe someone on the network will be able to help guide you to your destination.
TWO: SOMEBODY CALL 9-1-1! You got inside before lockdown, but not without the cost of sustaining an injury in your haste. You're fortunate enough to have found a first aid kit in one of the cabinets, but without medical experience you decide to contact the network for some advice in cleaning your wound. Or maybe you'd just like the company and reassurance while you try to stop the bleeding.
Action Prompts
THREE: DEFINING LANDMARKS You and your traveling companion decide to spend the day building a landmark up out of the snow in front of the building you're currently taking shelter within. The more distinctive landmarks that buildings have, the better, right? But architectural nuances may prove difficult when the cold is biting against you, pressuring you to give up and go back inside. And could there be something more sinister lurking just out of sight...?
FOUR: PARTY CRASHER A monster has been chasing you and your traveling companion for what feels like hours, and you're quickly losing steam. You manage to make it to a building--but there's plenty of time left before lockdown will secure you inside, and the monster isn't giving up. It throws and claws itself up against the door, and when it realizes that you have your weight against it, heads for the windows--and any other crevice may give it entry. You better think fast if you don't want it to force its way inside. It's a good thing you have more than one set of hands available to take action.
Estinien watched as Aymeric disrobed to an extent, removing what layers were soaked from melted snow, situating himself on the small cot near the fire that seemed as if it were a blessing from the Fury herself. The statement got a reply of silence, before a non-committal noise escaped him.
"I believe the fire will do that well enough."
Stubborn as always, but the idea of peeling himself from his armor for some cuddle session to warm up was not exactly his idea of how he wanted to spend the evening.
To be sure, he was indeed cold, but it seemed rightly unnecessary as far as he was concerned. A bit too intimate for his liking. Even if this were with Aymeric.
"Perhaps I will be fine, but we both know that you may as well still be outside. I will not bury you out of your own stupid obstinance. Take your armor off at once and sit with me," Aymeric pulled the single blanket up over one of his shoulders, holding the other end open.
There was another pause of silence, and he seemed to be staying put on his position. That was, until he closed the distance between him and the cot, starting to unclasp his gauntlets on the way. Once removed, he placed them besides the cot, before working to removing his helmet next—white hair falling a bit wildly once it was free. It was an utter mess, but Estinien could not care less about it.
It took some few minutes for him to deftly remove his armor, for somone new to the process it could have taken the better half of a bell to remove the complex, skin tight dragon-based armor, but fortunately Estinien was all but new to it. Beneath the tight fitting armor was just as tightly fitted leather under armor that served more to protect him from chafing than it did to cover him.
The pants he kept on, they weren't the most comfortable things to snuggle against, but they lacked the spikes and other dangers the discarded pieces had. Once he was in safe order to be in close vicinity with, he took a seat next to Aymeric, but made no move to close the distance between them. Looking rather annoyed with every part of this situation.
"Thank you," he draped the ragged blanket over his shoulder and stopped a moment to look at his face. He brushed an unruly lock behind Estinien's ear, watching the firelight play on his skin. He let the silence sit between them as he gathered his thoughts.
"I know not what the coming weeks have in store for us, but we must survive to see them through. To have any hope of returning to Ishgard."
His eyes fell to his lap. He grimaced as his stomach made an all-too audible groan of hunger.
Estinien said nothing to his thanks, a touch too annoyed at the situation to feel the appreciation, even if he could begrudgingly agree this was warming him up far more than staying in his icy armor. He barely reacted to Aymeric tucking some of his unruly hair behind his ear. Had it been someone else, he might have protested, or stopped them.
"We will survive. This place is not the worst we have endured. The calamity makes our current situation pale in comparison."
The audible growl caught his attention, and he glanced to Aymeric with a stern expression. Did he purposefully avoid feeding himself? He knew Aymeric could busy himself far too much and forget basic needs like food and sleep at the best of times—which was far more worrying at the worst.
"Fortunately we are scantly lacking in rations, or else that grumble might be far more worrisome." But he knew, well, that their rations would not last forever.
"Thankfully so." Aymeric made for the rations as quickly as he could, getting back into his freshly warmed spot. He tore into it, eating the bland, calorie dense food quickly and gratefully. It was really even a bit better than some of his daily meals. He stopped himself halfway, considering carefully before closing it back up.
"You say that, but even through the calamity we had our comrades and our purpose. I fear I'd be entirely at a loss without you."
He stretched in place, hearing a couple pops echo in the small room. He laid down in the cot behind Estinien, his feet sticking out over the edge. He knew Estinien too well and roughed it in the field for too many years to hold any sort of pretense arpund him. If he needed comfort or warmth or rest, he hardly felt it necessary to justify impolite action. Especially around his friend, honestly. "We need a plan for the morning."
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"I believe the fire will do that well enough."
Stubborn as always, but the idea of peeling himself from his armor for some cuddle session to warm up was not exactly his idea of how he wanted to spend the evening.
To be sure, he was indeed cold, but it seemed rightly unnecessary as far as he was concerned. A bit too intimate for his liking. Even if this were with Aymeric.
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"It isn't as if anyone is watching."
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It took some few minutes for him to deftly remove his armor, for somone new to the process it could have taken the better half of a bell to remove the complex, skin tight dragon-based armor, but fortunately Estinien was all but new to it. Beneath the tight fitting armor was just as tightly fitted leather under armor that served more to protect him from chafing than it did to cover him.
The pants he kept on, they weren't the most comfortable things to snuggle against, but they lacked the spikes and other dangers the discarded pieces had. Once he was in safe order to be in close vicinity with, he took a seat next to Aymeric, but made no move to close the distance between them. Looking rather annoyed with every part of this situation.
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"I know not what the coming weeks have in store for us, but we must survive to see them through. To have any hope of returning to Ishgard."
His eyes fell to his lap. He grimaced as his stomach made an all-too audible groan of hunger.
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"We will survive. This place is not the worst we have endured. The calamity makes our current situation pale in comparison."
The audible growl caught his attention, and he glanced to Aymeric with a stern expression. Did he purposefully avoid feeding himself? He knew Aymeric could busy himself far too much and forget basic needs like food and sleep at the best of times—which was far more worrying at the worst.
"Fortunately we are scantly lacking in rations, or else that grumble might be far more worrisome." But he knew, well, that their rations would not last forever.
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"You say that, but even through the calamity we had our comrades and our purpose. I fear I'd be entirely at a loss without you."
He stretched in place, hearing a couple pops echo in the small room. He laid down in the cot behind Estinien, his feet sticking out over the edge. He knew Estinien too well and roughed it in the field for too many years to hold any sort of pretense arpund him. If he needed comfort or warmth or rest, he hardly felt it necessary to justify impolite action. Especially around his friend, honestly. "We need a plan for the morning."