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.
[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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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.