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: @XX_BLAZEIT69 You’ve just downloaded a brand new application that you found in a building to your tablet. It turns out it’s some sort of username assignment program. Using it allows you to select current active usernames and rename them into new ones that only you can change. But with great power comes great responsibility—will you use this new program to give people usernames they’d like in place of an unfortunate one they gave themselves before they realized it couldn’t be changed…or will you give them something you think is more fitting for them, flattering or otherwise?
TWO: CONTENT WARNING It’s around the time that new arrivals should be appearing on the network, but you’re noticing a bit of a bigger influx than normal. When you click on one of the posts by one of them, you’re redirected to a flood of disturbing text and images that disappears completely once you manage to exit out—as if it had never been there in the first place. Maybe you should warn the others to be careful of what they click on. Or maybe you can discuss it with those who have already made the same mistake as you did. Perhaps you can set up a code system to differentiate the fake posts from the real ones.
Action Prompts
THREE: WALKING IN CIRCLES You’ve been walking all day, tirelessly, but somehow, even though you’re sure you’ve been walking in a straight line you keep passing the same landmarks and coming back to the same house you started from. You’re not sure if it’s your imagination or if you’re actually getting turned around, but you’re determined not to stop until you’ve found a new place to sleep in. Unfortunately, the longer you try, the closer you get to lockdown. Maybe the one you’re traveling with will be able to help you get your bearings before you both freeze to death?
FOUR: TOPSY TURVY It's past lockdown, and it should be a quiet and peaceful night - as quiet and peaceful as any night can get in Norfinbury, anyway. And you've even managed to find somebody to bunker down with! But about an hour or so into the lockdown, things start to seem just a little... off. Furniture you could swear was on one side of the room suddenly appears on the other. You might hear footsteps from up above you - even if there's no second floor. Or you might hear whispers, snatches of conversation just quiet enough to be unintelligible. Is your buddy messing with you? Or is this all just in your head?
[As if to emphasize this, there's a sudden pounding on the front door. Monty is up and standing now. He searches in the darkness and simply picks up the entire bedside table that's... not at the bedside. Wait. Had that always been on this side of the room? Monty doesn't recall it being there, but it's a weapon and a shield all in one. He's going to hold onto it.]
How certain are you that nothing can get inside after lockdown, sir?
[Monty glances at the other man, sidelong. He hadn't been planning on it, but being ordered about by people is something he's earned his way out of, thank you. This isn't particularly the time to bring up the politics of the matter and his newly minted station, though.]
Discretion being the better part of valor? I feel rather like a goose marking down the days until Christmas just sitting here, Mr. Solomons. You really think-!
[He cuts off and all but leaps away from the wall when the pounding finds its way to near him. Monty lands practically on-point, and while he loses his tablet on the ground, he's otherwise graceful, in spite of the end table in his hands.]
[Alfie doesn't jump, or flinch. But his hand makes its way the rest of the way into his bag, and his grip in the scalpel is hard enough to turn his knuckles white.]
A few.
[Eight, in fact, but Monty doesn't need to know the details.]
Likely it's like I said, right; it's just the noise.
[The man does have a point, but that doesn't mean Monty has to like it. The idea that he's hallucinating something precisely the same as someone else was just... it defies every bit of reason he's ever held dear. Hallucinations are in the mind. He certainly isn't sharing his with Solomons.]
I still should think we might examine alternatives before leaping to-
[He's cut off by more furious knocking on the walls, this time from multiple sides. Monty very much wishes he were home with Phoebe or Sibella or Mother, God rest her soul. Still, he manages to hold his ground this time, just tightening his grip on the table and closing his eyes for a moment.]
Before leaping to conclusions about hallucinations, let us consider something else, Mr. Solomons. We are not alone in this place. Mayhaps the Administrator has undertaken some test on us, specifically, for the evening.
[It's possible, and it's happened before. He still thinks the hallucination possibility is more likely, and he rankles a little at being told that he's leaping to conclusions - but he's not going to completely close himself off to the idea of other options, either.]
[Monty has no earthly idea what kind of test. He's a stockbroker and a washerwoman's son, not a scientist. Rather than mentioning any of that, the young man puts on an air of deep consideration. Oh, how the earl does ponder! As he... furiously tries to think of anything.]
Reflexes? [It's said uncertainly, then with more conviction as he draws himself up, trying to look and sound confident.] Yes, our reflexes to respond to a threat. And the furniture moving about might simply be a test of our observational skills after being deprived from what sleep there is to be had here. Perhaps she'd like to adjust these... MNs in our blood accordingly if our reaction times and senses have been dulling beyond what they should.
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How certain are you that nothing can get inside after lockdown, sir?
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[Isn't that reassuring, Monty? Alfie is glad there aren't any windows in this room.]
Do not try to investigate.
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Discretion being the better part of valor? I feel rather like a goose marking down the days until Christmas just sitting here, Mr. Solomons. You really think-!
[He cuts off and all but leaps away from the wall when the pounding finds its way to near him. Monty lands practically on-point, and while he loses his tablet on the ground, he's otherwise graceful, in spite of the end table in his hands.]
D-do you have any weapons?
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A few.
[Eight, in fact, but Monty doesn't need to know the details.]
Likely it's like I said, right; it's just the noise.
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The furniture's been moved, as well.
[He's just... going to point that out now.]
The table wasn't by me before.
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You're seeing things.
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[He trails off because he's now pointing at a dresser that had been on the opposite wall. When had that moved?]
SORRY FOR THE DELAY HERE I've been pretty busy and prioritizing game stuff
[He fixes Monty with a look.]
I am, too. Ignore it.
NO WORRIES! Me, too!
We can't both be hallucinating the same thing, sir. That's absolutely absurd.
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There are people who think this entire place is full of hallucinations.
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[His tone is earnestly, damnably polite. He's annoyed, but he tries not to let it show too much.]
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You're gonna find yourself saying that a lot.
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[The man does have a point, but that doesn't mean Monty has to like it. The idea that he's hallucinating something precisely the same as someone else was just... it defies every bit of reason he's ever held dear. Hallucinations are in the mind. He certainly isn't sharing his with Solomons.]
I still should think we might examine alternatives before leaping to-
[He's cut off by more furious knocking on the walls, this time from multiple sides. Monty very much wishes he were home with Phoebe or Sibella or Mother, God rest her soul. Still, he manages to hold his ground this time, just tightening his grip on the table and closing his eyes for a moment.]
Before leaping to conclusions about hallucinations, let us consider something else, Mr. Solomons. We are not alone in this place. Mayhaps the Administrator has undertaken some test on us, specifically, for the evening.
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A test. What sort of test?
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Reflexes? [It's said uncertainly, then with more conviction as he draws himself up, trying to look and sound confident.] Yes, our reflexes to respond to a threat. And the furniture moving about might simply be a test of our observational skills after being deprived from what sleep there is to be had here. Perhaps she'd like to adjust these... MNs in our blood accordingly if our reaction times and senses have been dulling beyond what they should.