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: YOUR COOPERATION IS APPRECIATED When you wake up, you find that a new application has been downloaded to your tablet. It's titled "SURVEY" and is exactly what it claims to be--although there's no explanation to why it's appeared or what it is for other than the note that claims the survey is not opt-out and that your cooperation is appreciated. And more troubling, the questions become more sinister the farther in you answer. Such questions as, "on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your stay?" and "have your needs been met in a timely manner?" become more akin to, "if you had to chose between the two, would you eat your hands or your feet to stave off the hunger?" and "are you sure you are not the last one still alive?"
Perhaps someone on the Network would like to discuss what this could mean--and if there are any consequences behind finishing or refusing to take the survey.
TWO: NOT SO HELPFUL AVATARS Every tablet has the option for a customizable avatar that will talk to you and keep your tablet in order. Maybe you set it up, maybe you never checked it. Either way, it keeps popping up unrequested and being sort of... Odd. Flickering, talking in strange, mechanical voices, offering advice that's unhelpful at best and actively harmful at worst... Maybe it's even telling the entire network some things you've been doing you'd rather everyone didn't know.
Time to call tech support. Unfortunately, the best option is other people on the network. Good luck.
Action Prompts
THREE: SPIDERS IN THE WALLS Somehow you or your travel companion injured themselves. A quick call to the admin fixed this, but now you can't help but be gripped with the burning curiosity of where the helpful spiders she deployed have gone. You saw them scramble toward the vents, but by the time paralysis wore off they'd completely disappeared. Only now you can't stop thinking about them. Where do they go to? How can they be trapped or followed? You swear you hear little mechanical pattering inside the walls. Maybe you can find some sort of tool to help you break into a vent around the house. Or maybe your companion can convince you to rest before you hurt yourself.
FOUR: SCHOOL DAYS You've ended up in the elementary school. Maybe you're grabbing more food, maybe you're exploring. Either way, this place is creepy; the atmosphere is the sort that gets the hair on the back of your neck rising (potentially metaphorically, if you don't have hair or a neck). It's not long before strange things start happening. The sound of running and screaming children, doors slamming in far off or nearby hallways, pianos playing... What's going on? It's hard to tell what's really happening from what isn't happening. Maybe someone who's also exploring has some idea.
[Spiders. Yeah, they definitely fixed him up, and now they're in the walls, and she needs to figure out why. She's looking distracted again, eyes flicking to the vent as he continues to speak.]
Nothing's wrong with my hand. Just give me a minute.
[And, if he doesn't stop her, she'll turn away and try to wedge the bit of rubble between the wall and the vent cover again.]
Romanov. [Steve puts a little of the Command Voice into it. He looks her in the eye, trying for equal parts stern and gentle. He holds out his hand.] Hand it over.
[Something about that finally clicks with her. It's the tone, probably. She's spent so many years with him on dangerous missions—or a version of him—so she listens instinctively.
And, just like that, something about her changes. Her posture loosens, her expression clearing, and then she looks down at her hand and sees the blood, and exhales. Shit. It hurts to open her hand when she hands him the shiv, and when she pulls her hand away, it's obvious that the metal has left deep cuts in her palm. Natasha opens and closes her hand experimentally, wincing slightly as she does.]
Huh. Looks like I got too excited.
[She's brushing it off automatically. Obviously, that isn't what it was. Obviously, something was affecting her, but it's easier to act like it was nothing. This is Steve, but he's different, and so her walls are still up, at least a little.]
Yeah, I'll say. [He weighs the shiv in his hands, watching her with a worried eye, but for the moment, at least, she seems fully present and in control of herself. He jerks his head toward his pack.] I've got a first aid kit. Come sit down.
[Natasha follows readily now, sitting down and holding her hand out a little awkwardly, trying not to get even more blood on her coat. She caught that worried look, but she's not sure how to reassure him that she's alright. She's not entirely sure she's alright. Whatever that was... Paranoia, or some deeper instinct to pick at that vent even as she injured herself... It slips too close to parts of her past she tries not to consider. Most things she's made peace with. Anything mind altering tugs at some instinctive revulsion she's never been able to shake.
As she waits for him to get the kit, she flexes her hand again.]
Can I see? [He gently takes her hand, peering at the cuts before nodding, satisfied.] I agree. Still, can't have you bleeding everywhere. [He quirks a small smile at her.] Or, you know, getting an infection.
[Steve opens up the little kit and pokes through it.] There's not much to this kit, honestly, but at least the gauze is sterile. [He pulls out a disinfecting wipe, then holds out his hand for hers, smiling.] May I?
[She lets out a soft sound, almost a laugh, and places her hand in his, palm up. She's had worse, really, but she also hasn't had a serious infection in decades. It's another thing she needs to keep reminding herself of. No punched up immune system anymore.]
Careful. You wouldn't want to stain that nice shirt.
[Steve looks down at his ruined clothing and snorts in amusement.] D'you like it? It's the height of fashion. 'Pre-distressed' I think they call it. [He wipes at her hand, carefully but with brisk efficiency, trying to get some of the blood cleaned up. After a moment he glances up at her with a warm smile.]
[Natasha smiles a little at the joke, but it's guarded. She still thinks she can hear those spiders scritching in the walls, and that urge to find them is welling up again. Steve wipes at her hand and, despite his gentleness, the wound stings. She doesn't quite flinch, but she does grit her teeth, and the pain pulls her back to herself.]
I was running late. [A beat, and then:] Tell me about the spiders.
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Nothing's wrong with my hand. Just give me a minute.
[And, if he doesn't stop her, she'll turn away and try to wedge the bit of rubble between the wall and the vent cover again.]
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And, just like that, something about her changes. Her posture loosens, her expression clearing, and then she looks down at her hand and sees the blood, and exhales. Shit. It hurts to open her hand when she hands him the shiv, and when she pulls her hand away, it's obvious that the metal has left deep cuts in her palm. Natasha opens and closes her hand experimentally, wincing slightly as she does.]
Huh. Looks like I got too excited.
[She's brushing it off automatically. Obviously, that isn't what it was. Obviously, something was affecting her, but it's easier to act like it was nothing. This is Steve, but he's different, and so her walls are still up, at least a little.]
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As she waits for him to get the kit, she flexes her hand again.]
It's not deep. It doesn't need stitches.
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[Steve opens up the little kit and pokes through it.] There's not much to this kit, honestly, but at least the gauze is sterile. [He pulls out a disinfecting wipe, then holds out his hand for hers, smiling.] May I?
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Careful. You wouldn't want to stain that nice shirt.
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It's damned good to see you, Nat.
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I was running late. [A beat, and then:] Tell me about the spiders.