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 honestly isn't sure to what she is giggling at, but he would never claim to know the minds of children. Barely does he know the minds of his fellow man, but more so because he does not care to. Children, however, are beyond him.]
Aye, I have killed scores of them—as it is my duty.
[To her question, he nods. There are many names for them, but if this girl has never seen one, it's not surprising she might not know them as Dravanians.]
There are wyrms who live in the sea as well, though they are scarcely a whale. Consider yourself blessed you are not plagued with such foul beasts.
[He says this, but here she is in this frozen wasteland, presumably by herself. That sinks in, and he glances around to see if maybe she isn't alone.]
[UMMmmm.] Yes. [Which prompts her to glance around. The school had--and has?--been fairly spooky. But the childish laughter and little footsteps accompanied by slamming doors puts her more at ease than the foreboding air the deeper she goes inside.]
Do you want me to accompany you in here? [As opposed to the opposite, truly. She reaches out and offers her hand, palm up. She'll hold your hand and walk you through the creepy school, Lord Dragoon Wyrmblood.]
Interesting, doubtless, but you would not have much time to ponder before it would likely make a meal of you.
[No one ever said Estinien knew what was and wasn't appropriate to say to kids, ok. However, her answer inspires a derisive snort from him, and he eyes her hand with annoyance.
For a moment, he has to remind himself she's but a child, and she likely didn't mean anything by the question. Perhaps she's braver than your usual little girl. there's a thought.]
I would feel more at ease if you were not left on your lonesome in this abandoned building. Who knows what dangers may yet be skulking about.
[Sorry, Emily. But this dragoon isn't about holding hands, even if it's the hand of an endearing little girl.]
[Oh. Well, that's just too fucking bad then, Mister Estinien! Emily is having none of it, and she takes half a step forward to capture his hand or wrist with her own.] We'll go together. If we run into anything scary, you can fight them.
[Just... cause... she can't right now!] I don't know if anything bad is here, but I know there's children. Well, I hear them. Can you hear them, too? They are laughing, and I hear them running.
Sometimes, they open and shut doors.
But I don't see any children. Maybe-- [Her voice lowers, and her grip on Estinien tightens for just a moment.] --they're ghosts.
[He watches her as she gets closer, forcibly taking his hand once she's close enough. He's wordless in his protest, actionless too since he doesn't pull his hand away. Just a silent frown, and not much more. If she wants to hold his hand so badly, then fine, he'll let her HE GUESSES.]
Aye, I have heard them. 'Twas upon their screams and slamming of doors I found myself lead to you.
[The squeeze of his hand does not go unnoticed but again his reaction is silence. He honestly doesn't know what to do with a child of her age, but he'll keep trucking he guesses!!]
'Tis as good a guess as any for what these loud, seemingly invisible inhabitants are.
[Deal With It™.] Maybe a little, but not really. I mean, if they're children. They sound like children. So maybe they aren't so bad after-all. Maybe they are just having fun.
I kind of don't like that I can't see them.
[Taken by the hand, Emily starts off with Estinien in tow, or perhaps pulling him along if he doesn't follow at first.] Let's go this way. [Not worrying about the door Estinien previously busted in! Instead, they are going to go down the hallway to see what kind of other doors there are.
Hope you get use to childhood chatter, Estinien. It begins.]
You're really tall. I bet the ghosts will be scared of you if we see any. Were you always this tall? How did you get so tall anyway? Corvo is tall, too, but not as tall as you. He said he drank a lot of milk to get as tall as he is.
[Though he wonders if children still qualify as such if they've become apparitions. Surely death hasn't left them their innocence. But then again, he's no ghost expert, and he's not gonna try to be one. Give him a fire breathing lizard any day of the week over spirits.
He doesn't budge at first, so her stride forward is hindered for a moment, before he starts to follow her. He isn't sure why fate has decided to give him babysitter duty, but he'll deal all the same.
Even if she's asking questions a malm a second.]
To a Hyur I do suppose I am rather tall--however, to mine own, I am but of an average height.
What's a Hyur? [Almost immediately following Estinien's own question. She smiles up over her shoulder, though.] Oh, Corvo is Lord Protector. He was Lord Protector for my mother, and now he is Lord Protector for me. [She had not been deterred in the slightest by Estinien's hesitation to begin. She just bounced back and then waited patiently for him to follow.
Reassured him by tugging his hand.]
I don't know if he's here or not. I haven't found him yet, but I've been looking. If you see him, will you tell me? He's wearing a blue jacket and a metal mask that looks kind of like a skull.
But he's a good person, so you don't have to be afraid.
[He's actually surprised by the question, but her prattling on gives him time to digest the fact she doesn't even know what her own race is. Maybe where she's from they call themselves something different. Odd, but not impossible.]
Lord Protector? I take it you and your mother are of some sort of political importance?
[He'll answer her Hyur question in a moment, this is far more interesting. Though he does let out an amused sort of snort at her telling him to not be afraid.]
Naught scares me, you need not worry. I will keep an eye out for him. However, to answer your question: you are a Hyur--or at least, from whence I hail 'tis what we call your race.
Hyur. [She tests the word again on her tongue. Okay.] I think I like that word better. It sounds more interesting. [NEAT. They are called something different in another place; then again, she isn't exactly sure what makes her her and Hyur. Not yet anyway.]
My mother was Empress, but... [She looks ahead without any real sort of emotion. Indifference. Which may be more startling than sorrow. There's a few distant slam of doors before she finishes.] She died.
So now I'm Empress. There were some people who wanted to take over, so they tried to say Corvo killed her, but he didn't. I was there. Then there were some people who said they were trying to help Corvo, but they lied. They just wanted to take over, too. [Recounting the mess of Dunwall, she sounds utterly done with people, honestly.]
And now I'm here. I've never seen a place like this before.
[Estinien is quiet as she goes on, he has little commentary to add to a sad tale like that. Well, and now he's come to know he's not just escorting any child, but royalty to boot. Lucky him.
He knows all too well the feeling of loss when it comes to a parent's death, and it is worrying to say the least with how she's so apathetic in her telling. At the same time, he understands, distressful things have a habit of wringing you dry of emotions.]
My condolences.
[He finally says, he is not a man known for having a silver tongue, and so that's about the best he can offer in terms of comfort. For being as young as she is, she's clearly been through quite a lot... and to be dumped here on top of it.
Whilst this place is new to me, such like it is not. My country has been shrouded in an eternal winter for the past half decade. Some places were so affected by the cold, 'twas all but abandoned. Or the inhabitants froze to death.
[The time right after the calamity was not pretty, the snow and ice came so quickly, there was such a large panic--people fleeing got trapped, froze to death, and there still lies countless corpses beneath the snow in some areas. It was a nightmare.]
[Surprisingly, Estinien is the first person who has said sorry about her mother. (A few of the others may or may not have been in dire situations with no time to say sorry, but still.) The smile she gives up to him is weak, yet there and genuine.] We have snow sometimes.
Dunwall is kind of cold because there's an ocean nearby. Freezing to death sounds kind of scary, though. People in Dunwall don't freeze to death, but they do die. There was a rat plague, and Mother said a lot of people were sick, but she was trying to help them.
Do you think we'll freeze to death in this place? [She sounds a bit worried. It's a good thing she's HOLDING HIS HAND STILL. :)]
[His does not return the smile, because emotions are foreign things, as is comforting people. He's an exemplary of human interactions, this dragoon.]
Those who do not know how to shelter themselves against the cold will. I am far from lacking the ken of such ordeals, and thus we shall be fine.
[Estinien is not new to this, he knows how to survive in a frozen wasteland, how to make due in less than desirable situations. This little girl, however, likely would not fair as easily. Partially because she is but a child who still indulges in her fairytales, but also because nobility oft do not know a life outside the comfort of their manors.
Survival skills are hoisted upon less fortunate men, for reasons outside of personal choice.
His eyes do fall to their hands, and for a moment he pauses, pondering the best course of action from here. Settling on giving her hand a slight, reassuring squeeze.]
Tell me more of this rat plague—and your mother. She sounds as though she was a kind Empress; to care so deeply about the state of her people.
[Honestly, the more the girl chatters on, the less he himself has to talk. Which works fine for him, even if he's not one for listening much either.]
[Perhaps without Estinien knowing it, he has done well. Talking gives Emily the opportunity to not think about being so alone in this strange place, especially here with slamming doors and giggling children no one can see. It gives her the opportunity to not think about her mother's death and the collapse that followed up until, to her, a few weeks ago.
The squeeze is also as reassuring as he means it.] Mother said the plague was strange because it didn't start where everyone would guess a plague would start.
She said plagues usually started at the docks because that's where rats are. They sneak on the ships. But Mother said Doctor Galvani told her the plague started in the poor Districts. [Emily takes a moment to glance over her shoulder, then grips Estinien's hand a little tighter again.] Mother sent Corvo to other cities to ask for help... but no one would send any, and she was really sad.
She said everyone was trying to "blockade" us.
The people who have the plague really bad are called Weepers. [Which may be why she keeps peeking back over her shoulder or around when there's a thump of doors or shuffling footsteps.] I've never seen one, but the Pendletons said blood comes out of their eyes, and they try to bite you, and they cough a lot, and if they cough on you, you'll get the plague, too.
[Who knew, miracles are real and Estinien can do something socially right for once.
He listens as she talks, and cannot help but think of the brume, and the poor conditions the dwellers there of live in. How so easily some sort of epidemic could break out, hell, dead bodies sometimes were left in the streets, or in gutters. Thinking on it, he's honestly surprised it hadn't happened yet.
The squeeze to his hand inspires him to give her a cursory glance as she goes on. It's sad to think that this little girl has been burdened with such an epidemic, but he supposes the horrors of life scarcely wait for anyone to mature enough to be ready for them—his own certainly didn't.
The description of the Weepers, however, make him think of the undead that tend to crop up in Eorzea, but he hasn't heard of any bleeding from their eyes, nor it spreading through bites or coughs.]
By the Fury... that sounds utterly horrific. Whilst 'tis no plague as far as I am aware, we too have similar beasts that were once men. However, they tend to rise from the fallen, and not turn those who are still yet alive.
[There's a thoughtful pause for a moment, before he continues:]
Should there be Weepers, I will fell them ere they lay claim to anyone.
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Aye, I have killed scores of them—as it is my duty.
[To her question, he nods. There are many names for them, but if this girl has never seen one, it's not surprising she might not know them as Dravanians.]
There are wyrms who live in the sea as well, though they are scarcely a whale. Consider yourself blessed you are not plagued with such foul beasts.
[He says this, but here she is in this frozen wasteland, presumably by herself. That sinks in, and he glances around to see if maybe she isn't alone.]
—Miss Emily, are you unaccompanied?
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[UMMmmm.] Yes. [Which prompts her to glance around. The school had--and has?--been fairly spooky. But the childish laughter and little footsteps accompanied by slamming doors puts her more at ease than the foreboding air the deeper she goes inside.]
Do you want me to accompany you in here? [As opposed to the opposite, truly. She reaches out and offers her hand, palm up. She'll hold your hand and walk you through the creepy school, Lord Dragoon Wyrmblood.]
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[No one ever said Estinien knew what was and wasn't appropriate to say to kids, ok. However, her answer inspires a derisive snort from him, and he eyes her hand with annoyance.
For a moment, he has to remind himself she's but a child, and she likely didn't mean anything by the question. Perhaps she's braver than your usual little girl. there's a thought.]
I would feel more at ease if you were not left on your lonesome in this abandoned building. Who knows what dangers may yet be skulking about.
[Sorry, Emily. But this dragoon isn't about holding hands, even if it's the hand of an endearing little girl.]
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[Just... cause... she can't right now!] I don't know if anything bad is here, but I know there's children. Well, I hear them. Can you hear them, too? They are laughing, and I hear them running.
Sometimes, they open and shut doors.
But I don't see any children. Maybe-- [Her voice lowers, and her grip on Estinien tightens for just a moment.] --they're ghosts.
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Aye, I have heard them. 'Twas upon their screams and slamming of doors I found myself lead to you.
[The squeeze of his hand does not go unnoticed but again his reaction is silence. He honestly doesn't know what to do with a child of her age, but he'll keep trucking he guesses!!]
'Tis as good a guess as any for what these loud, seemingly invisible inhabitants are.
Do you fear them?
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I kind of don't like that I can't see them.
[Taken by the hand, Emily starts off with Estinien in tow, or perhaps pulling him along if he doesn't follow at first.] Let's go this way. [Not worrying about the door Estinien previously busted in! Instead, they are going to go down the hallway to see what kind of other doors there are.
Hope you get use to childhood chatter, Estinien. It begins.]
You're really tall. I bet the ghosts will be scared of you if we see any. Were you always this tall? How did you get so tall anyway? Corvo is tall, too, but not as tall as you. He said he drank a lot of milk to get as tall as he is.
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[Though he wonders if children still qualify as such if they've become apparitions. Surely death hasn't left them their innocence. But then again, he's no ghost expert, and he's not gonna try to be one. Give him a fire breathing lizard any day of the week over spirits.
He doesn't budge at first, so her stride forward is hindered for a moment, before he starts to follow her. He isn't sure why fate has decided to give him babysitter duty, but he'll deal all the same.
Even if she's asking questions a malm a second.]
To a Hyur I do suppose I am rather tall--however, to mine own, I am but of an average height.
Who is Corvo?
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Reassured him by tugging his hand.]
I don't know if he's here or not. I haven't found him yet, but I've been looking. If you see him, will you tell me? He's wearing a blue jacket and a metal mask that looks kind of like a skull.
But he's a good person, so you don't have to be afraid.
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Lord Protector? I take it you and your mother are of some sort of political importance?
[He'll answer her Hyur question in a moment, this is far more interesting. Though he does let out an amused sort of snort at her telling him to not be afraid.]
Naught scares me, you need not worry. I will keep an eye out for him. However, to answer your question: you are a Hyur--or at least, from whence I hail 'tis what we call your race.
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My mother was Empress, but... [She looks ahead without any real sort of emotion. Indifference. Which may be more startling than sorrow. There's a few distant slam of doors before she finishes.] She died.
So now I'm Empress. There were some people who wanted to take over, so they tried to say Corvo killed her, but he didn't. I was there. Then there were some people who said they were trying to help Corvo, but they lied. They just wanted to take over, too. [Recounting the mess of Dunwall, she sounds utterly done with people, honestly.]
And now I'm here. I've never seen a place like this before.
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He knows all too well the feeling of loss when it comes to a parent's death, and it is worrying to say the least with how she's so apathetic in her telling. At the same time, he understands, distressful things have a habit of wringing you dry of emotions.]
My condolences.
[He finally says, he is not a man known for having a silver tongue, and so that's about the best he can offer in terms of comfort. For being as young as she is, she's clearly been through quite a lot... and to be dumped here on top of it.
Whilst this place is new to me, such like it is not. My country has been shrouded in an eternal winter for the past half decade. Some places were so affected by the cold, 'twas all but abandoned. Or the inhabitants froze to death.
[The time right after the calamity was not pretty, the snow and ice came so quickly, there was such a large panic--people fleeing got trapped, froze to death, and there still lies countless corpses beneath the snow in some areas. It was a nightmare.]
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Dunwall is kind of cold because there's an ocean nearby. Freezing to death sounds kind of scary, though. People in Dunwall don't freeze to death, but they do die. There was a rat plague, and Mother said a lot of people were sick, but she was trying to help them.
Do you think we'll freeze to death in this place? [She sounds a bit worried. It's a good thing she's HOLDING HIS HAND STILL. :)]
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Those who do not know how to shelter themselves against the cold will. I am far from lacking the ken of such ordeals, and thus we shall be fine.
[Estinien is not new to this, he knows how to survive in a frozen wasteland, how to make due in less than desirable situations. This little girl, however, likely would not fair as easily. Partially because she is but a child who still indulges in her fairytales, but also because nobility oft do not know a life outside the comfort of their manors.
Survival skills are hoisted upon less fortunate men, for reasons outside of personal choice.
His eyes do fall to their hands, and for a moment he pauses, pondering the best course of action from here. Settling on giving her hand a slight, reassuring squeeze.]
Tell me more of this rat plague—and your mother. She sounds as though she was a kind Empress; to care so deeply about the state of her people.
[Honestly, the more the girl chatters on, the less he himself has to talk. Which works fine for him, even if he's not one for listening much either.]
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The squeeze is also as reassuring as he means it.] Mother said the plague was strange because it didn't start where everyone would guess a plague would start.
She said plagues usually started at the docks because that's where rats are. They sneak on the ships. But Mother said Doctor Galvani told her the plague started in the poor Districts. [Emily takes a moment to glance over her shoulder, then grips Estinien's hand a little tighter again.] Mother sent Corvo to other cities to ask for help... but no one would send any, and she was really sad.
She said everyone was trying to "blockade" us.
The people who have the plague really bad are called Weepers. [Which may be why she keeps peeking back over her shoulder or around when there's a thump of doors or shuffling footsteps.] I've never seen one, but the Pendletons said blood comes out of their eyes, and they try to bite you, and they cough a lot, and if they cough on you, you'll get the plague, too.
I hope there's no Weepers here.
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He listens as she talks, and cannot help but think of the brume, and the poor conditions the dwellers there of live in. How so easily some sort of epidemic could break out, hell, dead bodies sometimes were left in the streets, or in gutters. Thinking on it, he's honestly surprised it hadn't happened yet.
The squeeze to his hand inspires him to give her a cursory glance as she goes on. It's sad to think that this little girl has been burdened with such an epidemic, but he supposes the horrors of life scarcely wait for anyone to mature enough to be ready for them—his own certainly didn't.
The description of the Weepers, however, make him think of the undead that tend to crop up in Eorzea, but he hasn't heard of any bleeding from their eyes, nor it spreading through bites or coughs.]
By the Fury... that sounds utterly horrific. Whilst 'tis no plague as far as I am aware, we too have similar beasts that were once men. However, they tend to rise from the fallen, and not turn those who are still yet alive.
[There's a thoughtful pause for a moment, before he continues:]
Should there be Weepers, I will fell them ere they lay claim to anyone.