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.
[She unfolds herself to come watch -- that is not so very bad. Not for how smashed his hand was.]
The sink probably will not work, but there is usually water in the toilet tanks. Duster says that lemon juice and salt removes blood but I do not have lemon juice and salt.
[He grimaces. Washing his clothes in the toilet doesn't seem like a great step up. He makes his way over to the bathroom anyway, just to check if he has any better options.] I don't imagine we could find those things in this place, anyway. Lemon juice and salt seem just useful enough for the admin to not want us to have them.
[Sure enough, the sink is a no-go. Frowning, he lifts up the back of the toilet to peer into the tank.] The blood's still wet, at least, so maybe water will be enough. [It won't be, but, you know. He's trying to stay optimistic. He gingerly dips the sleeve of his coat into the tank.]
[She doesn't say it with any malice; she's just being realistic and would not like for him to be left thinking something that she knows is untrue.
While he's busy with that, she'll start poking around the bedroom. He's left an impressive bloodstain in there, but she mostly ignores it in favor of opening and closing the dresser drawers, clearly looking for something.]
[He sighs. Blood slowly swirls through the water, turning it pink, but if anything he's just making his sleeve worse. He pulls it out and tries to brush the water off with a hand. He just leaves tiny spatters of watery blood on the floor. Great.]
James Wilson. [He says this as he returns to the bedroom. He lays his coat over the bed to let it dry a bit before putting it back on.] Wilson is fine. Or James. Whichever you prefer.
[She glances at him, then shifts to keep him in her peripheral vision as she keeps methodically checking drawers, running her fingers along the inside corners. The scarf is damp and too warm after a day's walk, but she doesn't move to take it off.]
Ecks. My name is only Ecks. Wilson is a surname? So it can be James, Wilson, James Wilson, but not Wilson James.
[Wilson looks at her quizzically. This girl is certainly pretty odd... Nice enough, but maybe not from around here. Or, from the same place he's from. He still has no idea where "here" is, really.]
Sure. It's good to meet you, Ecks. That's a nice name. [He means it. He thinks he's heard of her, too. House mentioned someone named Ecks, he remembers. Bringing up House is not on his agenda right now, though. Best friend or no, he'd rather try to build some relationships on his own first. He can't exactly trust House to have set a good precedent.
In any case, she seems sweet.] I like your scarf. Looks nice and warm.
Oh, well, in that case feel free to... [He waves his hand around his face in what he hopes is a non-creepy "disrobe at will" motion.] I mean, if you're uncomfortable.
I can turn around or look away if you prefer. [He wheels around as he says this, giving her some privacy.] Or, um, is it a religious thing? Sorry.
[He feels his face turning red. Nice going, Wilson. Great first impression. Where's all that comforting bedside manner that he's so well congratulated for? Embarrassed, he busies himself trying unsuccessfully to rub the blood out of his shirtsleeve.]
[Ecks stares at his back and weighs the practical considerations at hand. If she does not remove the scarf, it will not dry. If she does remove the scarf, he may become hostile...though if the other people she has met here are an indication, he likely will not understand what she is immediately. She's confused by him looking away, unsure what he thinks the meaning of this is.]
It is not a religious thing.
[There will be some rustling sounds as she unwinds the scarf, then lays it out on top of the dresser she was searching.]
[He pauses for a moment, wondering what that could mean. Is she a burn victim, maybe? Slowly, he turns to face her.
Oh. Huh. She certainly looks, er, interesting. He can understand why she'd want to keep herself hidden. But, he's seen people in much worse shape before and her appearance doesn't bother him. If anything, he's just... curious. Another one of House's influences, he's sure.
In any case, he finds himself greeting her with the same smile he uses on his patients.]
Trust me, in my line of work, I've seen far more shocking faces.
[She just stares at him, intent on cataloging his reaction, watching for signs that he understands what she is. There's no anger, though, or disgust, not that she can discern. Just...a confusing sort of statement.]
Really? I think that is unusual. What is your line of work?
[Wilson definitely isn't sure what exactly he's looking at, but he's in no place to question the possibilities of this place. He's seen weirder at this point, somehow. Is she human? Close enough, he supposes. She's certainly a little odd, but she doesn't seem dangerous.]
I'm a doctor. An oncologist, to be specific. I've seen a lot of people on their worst days. [Patients and colleagues alike.]
I know what a doctor is but I do not know what an oncologist is. This is not my worst day, I have had many worse days. I do not think my face gets worse, though. Or better. It is always like this.
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The sink probably will not work, but there is usually water in the toilet tanks. Duster says that lemon juice and salt removes blood but I do not have lemon juice and salt.
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[Sure enough, the sink is a no-go. Frowning, he lifts up the back of the toilet to peer into the tank.] The blood's still wet, at least, so maybe water will be enough. [It won't be, but, you know. He's trying to stay optimistic. He gingerly dips the sleeve of his coat into the tank.]
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[She doesn't say it with any malice; she's just being realistic and would not like for him to be left thinking something that she knows is untrue.
While he's busy with that, she'll start poking around the bedroom. He's left an impressive bloodstain in there, but she mostly ignores it in favor of opening and closing the dresser drawers, clearly looking for something.]
What is your name?
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James Wilson. [He says this as he returns to the bedroom. He lays his coat over the bed to let it dry a bit before putting it back on.] Wilson is fine. Or James. Whichever you prefer.
It's nice to meet you, er...?
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Ecks. My name is only Ecks. Wilson is a surname? So it can be James, Wilson, James Wilson, but not Wilson James.
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Sure. It's good to meet you, Ecks. That's a nice name. [He means it. He thinks he's heard of her, too. House mentioned someone named Ecks, he remembers. Bringing up House is not on his agenda right now, though. Best friend or no, he'd rather try to build some relationships on his own first. He can't exactly trust House to have set a good precedent.
In any case, she seems sweet.] I like your scarf. Looks nice and warm.
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It is nice. It is warm. It is too warm now, but it is nice usually.
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I can turn around or look away if you prefer. [He wheels around as he says this, giving her some privacy.] Or, um, is it a religious thing? Sorry.
[He feels his face turning red. Nice going, Wilson. Great first impression. Where's all that comforting bedside manner that he's so well congratulated for? Embarrassed, he busies himself trying unsuccessfully to rub the blood out of his shirtsleeve.]
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It is not a religious thing.
[There will be some rustling sounds as she unwinds the scarf, then lays it out on top of the dresser she was searching.]
When is covering one's face a religious thing?
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I believe it's mostly a practice in the Islamic faith. There might be others, though. I'm not sure.
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[He's still turned away. He must be very trusting; she would never turn her back to a stranger like this.]
You do not have to stay turned away, but I think you will not like what you see when you turn around.
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Oh. Huh. She certainly looks, er, interesting. He can understand why she'd want to keep herself hidden. But, he's seen people in much worse shape before and her appearance doesn't bother him. If anything, he's just... curious. Another one of House's influences, he's sure.
In any case, he finds himself greeting her with the same smile he uses on his patients.]
Trust me, in my line of work, I've seen far more shocking faces.
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Really? I think that is unusual. What is your line of work?
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I'm a doctor. An oncologist, to be specific. I've seen a lot of people on their worst days. [Patients and colleagues alike.]
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