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.
[Wilson throws up his hands and steps out of the way so that House can get to work with the plastic wrap.] Okay, then back to my original query: How is that more appealing than the alternative?
So... your alternative is living in the desolate snow hellscape and slowly dying of starvation as we let the evil AI take over the town and delete everyone to start the experiment over again?
I mean, I'm not judging, dude, but totally judging your preferences.
[Hm. Okay, he's got Wilson there. There's no point in arguing.] Well. I suppose when you put it that way. [Wilson lets out a long sigh.] Can we at least agree in the meantime that living is good? We'll worry about the other details when and if we actually find a way to heroically spare anyone else from this waking nightmare. [There's a heavy dose of sarcasm in those last few words.]
I know you're not the slack-cutting type, but I did just arrive here. It'd be nice if you could at least let me agonize over my own existence through a few sleepless nights before you drop these moral dilemmas on the table.
Well, they do have all those little puzzles when you're alive. There's that. [Which is about as close to 'yes' as Wilson is going to get. He doesn't need to know about... everything that House has gotten up to. No doubt someone will tell him sometime.
House covers the vent Wilson's banged shut with wrap and follows him to the other one to take care of that. Right. They need to actually have a medical emergency now.]
And talking about moral dilemmas... you need to choke me. [Yeah, no. No kiddie gloves for you, Wilson.]
[Well that's as good a reason as any to change the subject.] Come again? I'm not sure strangulation is in the same ballpark as a life-threatening injury. It doesn't really give the little guys much to repair.
Clearly, you don't know how to strangle people. It worked for someone else. I'm not asking for sexy. I'm asking for crush my throat, dude. Or if you're too much of a wimp, I'll just cut a toe off or something.
[No he won't. He'll suggest they go to sleep and Wilson forget about this. He'd prefer not to actually to that to himself.
Oh, good, I'm glad other people have tried this. [Wilson sighs and takes an awkward step toward House. Is this worth it? Probably not, but for all the times he's wanted to strangle House, this seems like an opportunity he can't pass up. Especially if death essentially means nothing here.]
Okay, fine. How do you want to do this? [He holds up his hands and wiggles his fingers.]
[House cocks his head and narrows his eyes for a moment.]
Dude... I think I'm slightly uncomfortable with how easily you agreed to that. [A beat.] Oh, well!
[He scoots back and sits down on the bed again.]
Just... grab and squeeze. You're a doctor. You know were all the important, crushable parts are.
[Okay, this is actually starting to make him nervous. Although, he's doing his best to seem blase about it. Getting strangled by Rhys the last time hadn't actually been fun.]
[Wilson just gives him a big shrug.] I'm done arguing. What's the point? You've made it abundantly clear that you're the local authority on the rules here. You asking me to choke you out in the name of science is hardly the strangest thing I've heard today.
[Wilson makes his way over to House. He hesitates a moment before he closes his hands around House's neck. Knowledge of human anatomy isn't exactly synonymous with murdering prowess. He knows what's in a neck and what happens when a windpipe is crushed, but that doesn't mean he's prepared to make that happen. He winces and starts to squeeze. The pressure's enough to make House's breathing mildly uncomfortable.]
'Choke you out.' Don't make this more awkward than it is. You're strangling me, anyway. Not choking.
[And semantic differences are important to make this less awkward. Except that when Wilson wraps his hands around House's throat, he feels real fear beginning to stab at his chest, icy pricks at his heart, and then at the back of his neck. As the grip tightens and it becomes harder to breathe, House's hands come up and grip Wilson's wrists, prying him off.]
Reflex. Reflex. Gimme a second.
[He turns half away from Wilson, trying to crush down the mounting panic, force back the adrenaline. House covers his mouth with one hand and closes his eyes tight for a few seconds. Okay. He can do this. It's fine. This is fine. The doctor drops his hand away and opens his eyes, turning back and looking up at Wilson.]
[Wilson rips himself out of House's grasp with a grunt and gives him a Look. He pauses, unsure of what to do next. He considers pushing forward with the plan just to... He doesn't know. Get it over with? Punish House? But something's odd. Something besides the obvious.]
We don't have to do this, you know. Look, this is ridiculous. What's going on with you? You've tempted fate a thousand times for reasons stupider than this. You've willingly stuck a knife into an outlet just to see what would happen. And that was all in the world where when you die, you die for good. Am I missing something, here?
[He's done what? The knife comment gets a look of momentary surprise and confusion, but House masks it quickly as he bristles.]
Yeah. The part where I said it was a goddamn reflex. Just... [House makes a frustrated noise. He can feel his hands trembling and stands abruptly, going to his pack and fishing the handcuffs out along with the key. He slaps one of the bracelets on his wrist and holds the key out to Wilson.]
Here. Take it. If you're too much of a coward to do it quickly, then I need to be restrained while you gently caress me to a crushed windpipe.
[His hand is shaking, he focuses for a moment to stop that, then glares up at Wilson again.]
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I mean, I'm not judging, dude, but totally judging your preferences.
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I know you're not the slack-cutting type, but I did just arrive here. It'd be nice if you could at least let me agonize over my own existence through a few sleepless nights before you drop these moral dilemmas on the table.
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House covers the vent Wilson's banged shut with wrap and follows him to the other one to take care of that. Right. They need to actually have a medical emergency now.]
And talking about moral dilemmas... you need to choke me. [Yeah, no. No kiddie gloves for you, Wilson.]
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[No he won't. He'll suggest they go to sleep and Wilson forget about this. He'd prefer not to actually to that to himself.
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Okay, fine. How do you want to do this? [He holds up his hands and wiggles his fingers.]
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Dude... I think I'm slightly uncomfortable with how easily you agreed to that. [A beat.] Oh, well!
[He scoots back and sits down on the bed again.]
Just... grab and squeeze. You're a doctor. You know were all the important, crushable parts are.
[Okay, this is actually starting to make him nervous. Although, he's doing his best to seem blase about it. Getting strangled by Rhys the last time hadn't actually been fun.]
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[Wilson makes his way over to House. He hesitates a moment before he closes his hands around House's neck. Knowledge of human anatomy isn't exactly synonymous with murdering prowess. He knows what's in a neck and what happens when a windpipe is crushed, but that doesn't mean he's prepared to make that happen. He winces and starts to squeeze. The pressure's enough to make House's breathing mildly uncomfortable.]
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[And semantic differences are important to make this less awkward. Except that when Wilson wraps his hands around House's throat, he feels real fear beginning to stab at his chest, icy pricks at his heart, and then at the back of his neck. As the grip tightens and it becomes harder to breathe, House's hands come up and grip Wilson's wrists, prying him off.]
Reflex. Reflex. Gimme a second.
[He turns half away from Wilson, trying to crush down the mounting panic, force back the adrenaline. House covers his mouth with one hand and closes his eyes tight for a few seconds. Okay. He can do this. It's fine. This is fine. The doctor drops his hand away and opens his eyes, turning back and looking up at Wilson.]
Okay. Do it. Quickly.
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We don't have to do this, you know. Look, this is ridiculous. What's going on with you? You've tempted fate a thousand times for reasons stupider than this. You've willingly stuck a knife into an outlet just to see what would happen. And that was all in the world where when you die, you die for good. Am I missing something, here?
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Yeah. The part where I said it was a goddamn reflex. Just... [House makes a frustrated noise. He can feel his hands trembling and stands abruptly, going to his pack and fishing the handcuffs out along with the key. He slaps one of the bracelets on his wrist and holds the key out to Wilson.]
Here. Take it. If you're too much of a coward to do it quickly, then I need to be restrained while you gently caress me to a crushed windpipe.
[His hand is shaking, he focuses for a moment to stop that, then glares up at Wilson again.]