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.
[ Getting splattered with blood during the heat of battle is one thing, being much alike to a badge of honour to display your willingness to hold the front line, but this............. Yeah, not so much. Plus it's much more fiddly to keep a uniform immaculate rather than just wiping it off of Drachen Mail like any average joe. In all honesty she'd have changed into something less formal for this task had she anything else to wear.
But she doesn't, so. Deal with it. ]
A bottle. [ She agrees easily, turning said object gingerly by the neck, gauging the thickness and hue of the glass. ] One with uses aplenty. Broken, the shards may maim or slay if driven deeply enough. Whole, a container for fuel to launch at a foe from a distance and light afire at leisure.
[It's just some dirt, get over it! Sure it... maybe has been sitting there for a long time, and there's likely some unidentifiable muck with the dirt and grime, but still. STILL.]
And here I thought you might do something practical.
[To someone who knew him, it'd be obvious he's joking, but his tone of voice barely shifts from what it was.]
Regardless, I pray you never find use for it in such a manner. I hear the beasts here are quite the force to be reckoned with.
[Unless of course she is the type to enjoy a good tussle. But from what he has come to understand, is most do not fair well against the creatures here. Or at all, as it would seem. He's curious to test the odds himself, not one to rely on just the idle claims of other men without knowing their capabilities first hand.
[ If he wanted her immediate attention, he's got it.
Merlwyb is of course supposed to have given up her oh so naughty pirate ways but... ehh.... whether or not she's actually succeeded is somewhat up for debate. It's been practically an Era since the last decent pitched battle (Not counting Cartineau, which won't be discussed). Just going to gloss over the fact Merlwyb has about zero firepower to bring to the table shh. ]
Know you what manner of beasts we face? This is the first I've heard of it.
[ Low-key already planning in her head to cause some chaos, truth be told. Just because she's been saddled with being a responsible city-state leader doesn't at all mean she doesn't enjoy bloodying a few noses with gusto in person.
Cactus man and sassy Roe: buddy cops. They'll probably get along famously. ]
I know not, I merely know the claims of men who have had their encounters. I confess, I am curious of their claim's accuracy, but I suppose I cannot put it to the proof till one rears its head.
[Which he hopes happens after he gets himself a weapon. He might be spikes and have blades on his armor, but that's more for protection than anything else.
But if they're buddy cops, which of them is the loose canon?]
[ The Admiral makes a noncommittal noise but doesn't press the matter. Instead, she gives Estinien a speculative (and blatant) once-over, paying particular attention to the jut of blades at his wrists and the various wickedly sharp prongs branching from various and sundry joints. No doubt to snag on the body of a dragon to arrest a wayward fall or to discourage being swallowed whole.
It wouldn't be completely off the mark to suggest she might, in fact, be seriously considering how viable it would be just to pick him up and bodily toss him helm-first at something to see how much damage he can do as a makeshift cannonball.
Spoilers: the loose cannon is most assuredly her. ]
Come what may, we would all be wise to prepare for the worst. Only a bloody fool would dash off to battle without bearing arms.
[Merlwyb, this doesn't mean you can arm yourself with Estinien. He is not an object to be thrown, tyvm. Even if he could shoulder tackle someone and kill them.]
Nevertheless, I do believe we have skipped introductions: I am Estinien, Ishgard's very own Azure Dragoon.
[He leaves it at that so she may introduce herself there after. If they're to be buddy cops they should at least know each other's names.]
[ Jumping, Dragonfire Diving, getting shot out of a cannon... surely all of them are technically the same thing to a Dragoon. The latter just involves gunpowder assisted launch for maximum velocity, that's all. Perfectly harmless. Well. Mostly harmless. It's not the fall that slays, after all - it's the landing that clinches it.
The introduction is cause for Merlwyb to raise an eyebrow. By the Twelve, so this is the man that speared the elder wyrm right between the evil eyes, is it? Somewhere, tucked in the back of her mind, she rather thought he'd be a few ilms taller. ]
'Tis a rare honor to meet the Azure Dragoon, is it not? [ Tilting her head slightly in a polite nod of greeting. ] Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn. Well met.
[THERE IS A GREAT DEAL OF DIFFERENCE. Estinien is all about jumping into danger, but being shot from a cannon... he loses control over that, and so he is totally not interested. He don't need no cannon, not with legs like these!
Had his helmet not obscured the better far of his face, Merlwyb would be greeted with a look of surprise. A face to put with the name. He had heard of her—none other than the Admiral of Limsa Lominsa here in the flesh. She was certainly taller than he had imagined, but then again, it wasn't as if he ran into roegadyn's all the time to really remember their height.]
The Admiral of Limsa Lominsa, 'tis a right honor for us both, I'd wager. Would that it was under less dire circumstances, but scantly do our captors care much for our personal wishes.
[At least he knows he's not the only badass here now. Small comfort, but he'll take what he can get.]
[ NAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH totally the same thing. You could at the very least give it a shot, Estinien. B) B)))))))))))))))))))))) ]
So 'twould seem. Nevertheless, we would do well to concern ourselves with returning to our respective countries anon.
[ Since they're both relatively seasoned warriors, Merlwyb is confident the situation will improve in due time. First order of business is absolutely going to be finding somewhere to scrounge up some decent weapons and/or a map of the area. ]
Aye, however 'twould seem easier said than done. For the time being, perhaps we should group up and keep an eye upon each other's back?
[He's more of the lone wolf in most situations, but with his abilities lacking, and his weapon too, he can at least recognize the advantage of numbers.]
Far be it from me to cast aside such a generous offer. My thanks, Azure Dragoon.
[ That neatly solves the dust problem - she can just hand off any interesting things she finds for him to carry, and he hardly seems the type to moan and complain about his armor getting dirty.
The extra pair of eyes and the helping hand is muchly appreciated, of course. ]
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Yeah, not so much.
Plus it's much more fiddly to keep a uniform immaculate rather than just wiping it off of Drachen Mail like any average joe. In all honesty she'd have changed into something less formal for this task had she anything else to wear.
But she doesn't, so. Deal with it. ]
A bottle. [ She agrees easily, turning said object gingerly by the neck, gauging the thickness and hue of the glass. ] One with uses aplenty. Broken, the shards may maim or slay if driven deeply enough. Whole, a container for fuel to launch at a foe from a distance and light afire at leisure.
[ "Bottle some snow", he says. Smh. ]
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And here I thought you might do something practical.
[To someone who knew him, it'd be obvious he's joking, but his tone of voice barely shifts from what it was.]
Regardless, I pray you never find use for it in such a manner. I hear the beasts here are quite the force to be reckoned with.
[Unless of course she is the type to enjoy a good tussle. But from what he has come to understand, is most do not fair well against the creatures here. Or at all, as it would seem. He's curious to test the odds himself, not one to rely on just the idle claims of other men without knowing their capabilities first hand.
Mayhap this sassy Roegadyn is the same.]
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[ If he wanted her immediate attention, he's got it.
Merlwyb is of course supposed to have given up her oh so naughty pirate ways but... ehh.... whether or not she's actually succeeded is somewhat up for debate. It's been practically an Era since the last decent pitched battle (Not counting Cartineau, which won't be discussed).
Just going to gloss over the fact Merlwyb has about zero firepower to bring to the table shh. ]
Know you what manner of beasts we face? This is the first I've heard of it.
[ Low-key already planning in her head to cause some chaos, truth be told. Just because she's been saddled with being a responsible city-state leader doesn't at all mean she doesn't enjoy bloodying a few noses with gusto in person.
Cactus man and sassy Roe: buddy cops. They'll probably get along famously. ]
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[Which he hopes happens after he gets himself a weapon. He might be spikes and have blades on his armor, but that's more for protection than anything else.
But if they're buddy cops, which of them is the loose canon?]
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It wouldn't be completely off the mark to suggest she might, in fact, be seriously considering how viable it would be just to pick him up and bodily toss him helm-first at something to see how much damage he can do as a makeshift cannonball.
Spoilers: the loose cannon is most assuredly her.]Come what may, we would all be wise to prepare for the worst. Only a bloody fool would dash off to battle without bearing arms.
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[Merlwyb, this doesn't mean you can arm yourself with Estinien. He is not an object to be thrown, tyvm. Even if he could shoulder tackle someone and kill them.]
Nevertheless, I do believe we have skipped introductions: I am Estinien, Ishgard's very own Azure Dragoon.
[He leaves it at that so she may introduce herself there after. If they're to be buddy cops they should at least know each other's names.]
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[ Jumping, Dragonfire Diving, getting shot out of a cannon... surely all of them are technically the same thing to a Dragoon. The latter just involves gunpowder assisted launch for maximum velocity, that's all. Perfectly harmless.
Well. Mostly harmless. It's not the fall that slays, after all - it's the landing that clinches it.
The introduction is cause for Merlwyb to raise an eyebrow. By the Twelve, so this is the man that speared the elder wyrm right between the evil eyes, is it? Somewhere, tucked in the back of her mind, she rather thought he'd be a few ilms taller. ]
'Tis a rare honor to meet the Azure Dragoon, is it not? [ Tilting her head slightly in a polite nod of greeting. ] Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn. Well met.
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Had his helmet not obscured the better far of his face, Merlwyb would be greeted with a look of surprise. A face to put with the name. He had heard of her—none other than the Admiral of Limsa Lominsa here in the flesh. She was certainly taller than he had imagined, but then again, it wasn't as if he ran into roegadyn's all the time to really remember their height.]
The Admiral of Limsa Lominsa, 'tis a right honor for us both, I'd wager. Would that it was under less dire circumstances, but scantly do our captors care much for our personal wishes.
[At least he knows he's not the only badass here now. Small comfort, but he'll take what he can get.]
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B)
B)))))))))))))))))))))) ]
So 'twould seem. Nevertheless, we would do well to concern ourselves with returning to our respective countries anon.
[ Since they're both relatively seasoned warriors, Merlwyb is confident the situation will improve in due time. First order of business is absolutely going to be finding somewhere to scrounge up some decent weapons and/or a map of the area. ]
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Aye, however 'twould seem easier said than done. For the time being, perhaps we should group up and keep an eye upon each other's back?
[He's more of the lone wolf in most situations, but with his abilities lacking, and his weapon too, he can at least recognize the advantage of numbers.]
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Far be it from me to cast aside such a generous offer. My thanks, Azure Dragoon.
[ That neatly solves the dust problem - she can just hand off any interesting things she finds for him to carry, and he hardly seems the type to moan and complain about his armor getting dirty.
The extra pair of eyes and the helping hand is muchly appreciated, of course. ]