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.
[He's having... a very hard time so far and he's only been here half a week. Again, that swearing makes him cringe slightly, half expecting a raised voice and a hand flung in his direction. It doesn't seem to be coming, though. This man would just seem to be... a little rough. That's fine. That's perfectly fine. He's the first human being Motel's seen in-the-flesh in four days. Alfie can say whatever he wants as long as he doesn't disappear.]
I'm not sure if that's better or worse, Reb Alfie.
[Oh, that rolls off the tongue a little strangely, but he does want to offer due respect. The man didn't box him for running into him, after all.]
I was looking for food, but then all this-! [He startles again and crowds closer to Alfie for a moment when another door slams nearby before pulling himself together.] I'm sorry. Then all this started. No one said this would happen when I went looking for food.
It's gonna happen no matter where you go here, yeah? Not all the time, but there's always a risk.
[He's new, and he's Jewish. He's getting some extra slack because of that. He's young too, Alfie notices - not a boy anymore, but maybe still getting used to being a man.]
[Motel nods, doing his best to remain something approaching calm. He wishes Tzeitel were here. Or... well, he doesn't wish she was here, but he misses her desperately along with everyone else.]
You're the first. There were a few people who talked to me on the tablet, though. A lot of them used text.
[His expression falls a little bit. He's not an uneducated man, but it seems so cold and distant in a place that's already freezing and empty in every other way.]
I think I understand it. It's like writing letters or seeing moving photographs in color. With sound.
[Honestly, it's a little overwhelming to think that something like this exists and his spirits do lift a little bit.]
I knew that times were changing, but I never imagined they would change like this. If this... really is the future.
[Almost 200 years... A time for his children's children's children's children.]
Do we know the day of the week? [He looks hopefully at Alfie. He'd been worried about figuring out when the Sabbath might be.] I mean, of course, I'd like to help with finding a real calendar, but that's a place to start. Maybe there's some sort of note in one of the classrooms?
[Motel's brows furrow, but he knows there's not very much they can do. There's a little more resolve in his voice when he replies.]
God will understand.
[And they can just say prayers every night, anyway. At least he imagines that's what Alfie is hinting at. A door they've just passed bangs closed behind them, and Motel manages to hold himself steadier. At least to the point where he only tenses up, hands balling into fists and eyes squeezing shut. Alfie's calm demeanor is bracing. Motel trusts him, unquestioningly, at the moment. He seems to know what he's doing. He's older, and a man should respect his elders... most of the time. In this case, certainly.
A few weeks. The longest I've heard is four months. And before you, yeah, as far as I know, I was the only Jew.
[And he figures that will make a difference to Motel too, if he's from a small Jewish village - he, like Alfie, might be used to being surrounded by his own people and customs.]
We'll be strangers in a strange land together, then, Reb Alfie. If... that's all right. [He doesn't want to impose, but he is a bit desperate.
Motel hurries on, looking over at Alfie, entirely earnest.]
I can sew by-hand. I'm a tailor. I still have some of my supplies. And I heard there's a house with a sewing machine. I know how to use them. I can cook if... we have a fire. I can read and write, as well, take dictations, make calculations quickly.
[Would you like a personal assistant, Alfie? Motel would be willing to offer that for the chance to stay with what is apparently the only other Jew in Norfinbury. That makes this place seem even more terrifying somehow.]
Mm. Yeah, all right. Stick around a bit and see how we get along.
[But while everything on that list does sound useful, they're all things that Alfie can already do himself. Still, at least the younger man seems to be semi-prepared for life in this place - skill-wise, if not emotionally.]
Sewing's good. You're gonna be happy to be a tailor when your clothes start wearing thin.
[A bit. He can work with a bit. He just needs to prove himself to Alfie.]
I hope we won't be here that long... We won't be. [Motel says that with as much conviction as he can. He's not the optimist, that's Tzeitel. He's the worrier, the one who carefully considers every single way things can go wrong and tries to plan around them. In this case, he thinks it's probably best to think like her, though.] I saw everyone else talking about ways to get out. We just have to get to the center of a spiral.
I have to get back. [He adds, expression growing nervous once more.] Before she- [The tailor cuts himself off, biting his own lip.] It's important I get back to Anatevka soon.
Everyone is desperate where I'm from, Reb Alfie. They evicted us, all the Jews in the village. We were just packing up to leave. I can't... [His voice grows a little thicker. He hasn't had anyone to talk to about this here. It's four days. Four days she's been alone, maybe thinking he's dead? Dragged away by the Tzar's men? And what would Reb Tevye think? Motel had made him a promise to take care of his daughter.] My wife, Tzeitel. She has her family, but I should be there for her.
[Motel takes a quiet moment to rein in his emotions as they reach the entrance to the school.]
I'm sorry. I... yes, I've hear about the tunnels and keycards. And I'm supposed to look for SD Cards and notes from anyone who was here before. But if there are keys, I need to watch for booby traps.
[He's listened. He's good at listening, mostly doing as he's told. Mostly.]
[Alfie also goes quiet at the mention of Jews and evictions. It's a familiar story. He looks straight ahead, not at Motel, and he's able to keep his face straight and impassive - everywhere except for in his eyes.]
You've been told right. Good you've been getting up to speed.
There's a theory about home. It says that since we come from all sorts of times and places, the town is able to harness time travel. When we go back, right, it'll be like we never left.
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[And this man is going to have a very rough time here, he thinks.]
Yeah, mate, this place is fucking terrible on the nerves. This building's one of the worst of them.
[Still walking, he looks back and follows Motel's gaze down the hall, shaking his head.]
You never see 'em.
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I'm not sure if that's better or worse, Reb Alfie.
[Oh, that rolls off the tongue a little strangely, but he does want to offer due respect. The man didn't box him for running into him, after all.]
I was looking for food, but then all this-! [He startles again and crowds closer to Alfie for a moment when another door slams nearby before pulling himself together.] I'm sorry. Then all this started. No one said this would happen when I went looking for food.
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[He's new, and he's Jewish. He's getting some extra slack because of that. He's young too, Alfie notices - not a boy anymore, but maybe still getting used to being a man.]
How many people have you met here so far?
[He's guessing very few, if any.]
You learn your way around your tablet yet?
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You're the first. There were a few people who talked to me on the tablet, though. A lot of them used text.
[His expression falls a little bit. He's not an uneducated man, but it seems so cold and distant in a place that's already freezing and empty in every other way.]
I think I understand it. It's like writing letters or seeing moving photographs in color. With sound.
[Honestly, it's a little overwhelming to think that something like this exists and his spirits do lift a little bit.]
I knew that times were changing, but I never imagined they would change like this. If this... really is the future.
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Yeah, that's exactly what it is, mate, and half of them insist on sticking to the letter-writing even when they've got the other options.
[By his tone, it's clear he's not really a fan of it, either.]
This is the twenty-first century, yeah? Something like 2070. Can't get your hands on a proper calendar in this place, but we do know it's January.
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Do we know the day of the week? [He looks hopefully at Alfie. He'd been worried about figuring out when the Sabbath might be.] I mean, of course, I'd like to help with finding a real calendar, but that's a place to start. Maybe there's some sort of note in one of the classrooms?
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[He gives Motel a look if significance. He'd wondered the same thing, and likely for the same reasons.]
Sundown, yeah, that's easy to figure out. It's fucking early around here. But nothing else.
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God will understand.
[And they can just say prayers every night, anyway. At least he imagines that's what Alfie is hinting at. A door they've just passed bangs closed behind them, and Motel manages to hold himself steadier. At least to the point where he only tenses up, hands balling into fists and eyes squeezing shut. Alfie's calm demeanor is bracing. Motel trusts him, unquestioningly, at the moment. He seems to know what he's doing. He's older, and a man should respect his elders... most of the time. In this case, certainly.
He takes a shaky breath and continues on.]
How long have you been here?
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[And he figures that will make a difference to Motel too, if he's from a small Jewish village - he, like Alfie, might be used to being surrounded by his own people and customs.]
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We'll be strangers in a strange land together, then, Reb Alfie. If... that's all right. [He doesn't want to impose, but he is a bit desperate.
Motel hurries on, looking over at Alfie, entirely earnest.]
I can sew by-hand. I'm a tailor. I still have some of my supplies. And I heard there's a house with a sewing machine. I know how to use them. I can cook if... we have a fire. I can read and write, as well, take dictations, make calculations quickly.
[Would you like a personal assistant, Alfie? Motel would be willing to offer that for the chance to stay with what is apparently the only other Jew in Norfinbury. That makes this place seem even more terrifying somehow.]
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[But while everything on that list does sound useful, they're all things that Alfie can already do himself. Still, at least the younger man seems to be semi-prepared for life in this place - skill-wise, if not emotionally.]
Sewing's good. You're gonna be happy to be a tailor when your clothes start wearing thin.
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I hope we won't be here that long... We won't be. [Motel says that with as much conviction as he can. He's not the optimist, that's Tzeitel. He's the worrier, the one who carefully considers every single way things can go wrong and tries to plan around them. In this case, he thinks it's probably best to think like her, though.] I saw everyone else talking about ways to get out. We just have to get to the center of a spiral.
I have to get back. [He adds, expression growing nervous once more.] Before she- [The tailor cuts himself off, biting his own lip.] It's important I get back to Anatevka soon.
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Lucky for you, you are among desperate people. Or maybe that isn't so lucky, eh?
[Desperate people make mistakes.]
Time will tell. But we've got theories and plans, and some of 'em are even good. You've heard about the tunnels, the keycards?
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[Motel takes a quiet moment to rein in his emotions as they reach the entrance to the school.]
I'm sorry. I... yes, I've hear about the tunnels and keycards. And I'm supposed to look for SD Cards and notes from anyone who was here before. But if there are keys, I need to watch for booby traps.
[He's listened. He's good at listening, mostly doing as he's told. Mostly.]
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You've been told right. Good you've been getting up to speed.
There's a theory about home. It says that since we come from all sorts of times and places, the town is able to harness time travel. When we go back, right, it'll be like we never left.
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Like we never left. That's... good. It's good. Does anyone know why we were taken? I'm just a poor tailor.
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[Alfie pulls the zipper on his coat a little higher, then heads out into the snow.]
It might be random. Bad luck.
Seems like a good place to leave it, if you'd like. BUT THANK YOU FOR THIS CR.
'The lot is cast into the lap, but its every decision is from the Lord.'
[Well, this is his lot for now. He needs to make sure he makes the best of it so that he can get back to Tzeitel, the baby, and everyone else.]