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?
TWO @highhurst; audio I beg your pardon... anyone? [Monty's tone is a little more shaken than he'd like it to be, but after opening a message with such disgusting things, he does want to check it's not just him.] I seem to be receiving access to rather unfortunate messages. I haven't the foggiest who they're really from. I fear they've disappeared now.
Ladies and young persons, please do be particularly careful. They were most disturbing things being shown in the messages.
FOUR [Monty's on the floor, having gallantly offered the one bed in the house they've holed up in to his companion for the evening. If it's a young lady, there might well have been bowing, hand-kissing, and the assurance that a gentleman should always be happy to see to a woman's comfort. Men are given more direct and weary explanations of him managing perfectly well without. Perhaps an odd turn for a man who claims to be the Ninth Earl of Highhurst.
He's just starting to nod off, using his pack for a pillow, when there's the sudden pounding of feet overhead. Monty sits bolt upright, eyes wide.]
There is some sort of visual abberation on the network. It's startling, to say the least, but I have yet to note any truly adverse effects. The cause, as far as I can tell, is attempted interaction with one of the... what's the word you people use, "newbies?"
Should my status change, I'll do my best to get the word out. If you have experienced something similar, please share. Collaboration is key.
four;
[ You can sleep when you're dead.
That is, of course, one of Dankovsky's many mottos, but in practice, it's entirely (and infuriatingly) infeasible. He's staked out the only bed in the place, because if he's going to get a few hours in they may as well be as comfortable as humanly possible, but something is... off... after a few long blinks.
The end table was not there when he entered the bedroom.
[ Monty startles at the voice. He'd just been dozing off in the corner, but sits up properly, flicking his tablet on for the light as he glances toward the bed. The position of the end table doesn't immediately register when he's focused on his evening companion. ]
I fear we may all be said to be suffering such a condition, sir. Is there something particular troubling you?
[ Was it? Monty had been so tired, he'd hardly paid much mind. But he closes his eyes and pictures the room again. He opens his eyes and looks around, with a more careful eye. ]
The desk and chair have moved, as well. I can assure I have not touched them, sir. [ Which is probably why the other man is asking about madness. ] Perhaps... there are ghosts?
[ He's only dealt with the sort that sing from portraits, but there might be some that can move things around. Possibly. ]
Or the, um... I believe they're called 'robotic' spiders?
[Alfie is stretched out on the bed, his bags piled around him. He's not really concerned, but his hand still strays toward the pocket of his backpack where he keeps his scalpel.]
You get 'em in these houses sometimes. Knocks, voices.
This is @californiagirl. If you try to contact me through that username, you'll reach no one, as I've changed it.
[Someone who doesn't have a very good sense of humor heard one too many allusions to a certain song ahead of her time.]
Questions?
three
Piss and Hell.
[The curse is muttered under clenched teeth, so it's easy to miss over the sound of the wind whipping past. Elle stops in her brisk pace as she catches sight of the building up ahead. Of course, of fucking course it's the same damn building that they've already passed five previous times. Her legs are tired, but an angry fire blazes in her gut.
Whatever's going on here...it's not going to win. She rustles through her bag and pulls out a cigarette before turning her eye toward her companion.]
ONE; @Lotus, video [Whatever she has found, Hazuki looks very satisfied with herself as she regards her tablet's camera. Even in the frumpy jacket provided to her upon arrival, she certainly isn't afraid to posture like she's still glamorous. She brushes her manicured fingers along her chin and gives a winning smile.]
So, I can't help but notice that some of you really drew the short stick on usernames. Guess there are a lot of you who have never touched a computer before. [While that's entirely true, there's a small undercurrent of derision in the statement. Still, she continues smiling like she hasn't said anything insulting.]
Fortunately, today is your lucky day! I found an app that expands my user privileges. I can change anyone's username to whatever I like. So if you have a crappy username, I'll gladly change it for a small fee.
[She means, of course, a trade. Her expression falls to something halfway between boredom and contempt as she continues, and she waves her hand in a dismissive manner.] But don't be an ass, or I'll give you something even worse. I'm not going to waste my time on fake offers.
THREE; [Though she's been here long enough to settle into survival habits, there are a few critical things that Hazuki still lacks to really make her way in Norfinbury.
Like shoes that entirely cover her feet.
She's wrapped them up with torn up fabric scraps and plastic wrap, but underneath her jerry-rigged insulation they're still high heels. And she is absolutely miserable walking around in them. The rest of her outfit isn't exactly made for such conditions, either, and though she has the ugly jacket the town provided, she still finds herself frostbitten sooner rather than later.
When they pass the building with the fucking snowman for the fourth time today, she finally cracks under the compounded stress.] What the hell is going on here?! Is this some kind of a joke?
What kind of things are you looking for? I'm not sure if I have anything you want, but I can look and see!
[Hie face lights up. He doesn't really dislike his username...it's his name, after all, but some people got so creative, he almost wishes he had come up with something a bit more interesting. And it wouldn't be so awkward introducing himself.]
What kind of username would you give me if you picked one? I'd have to think about what I want to ask for.
[Oh, man. He's just a kid. She doesn't want to scalp a kid on this offer! What kind of mother would do that?
She doesn't have a terribly soft demeanor, but her expression becomes more thoughtful.] Anything that could be useful. I'll consider it if you can get creative with it. [This is her way of being lenient to him; waiving the trade altogether would make her look way too vulnerable, but she's sure he can come up with a creative way to use something that isn't really valuable.]
I don't know what username I'd give you. I don't know much about you...maybe something about your hat?
[Looking even more excited, Quark props up his tablet so he can start pulling things out of his backpack for consideration.]
My hat? So like... @thebesthat or @missiles or maybe @mysteryhelmet? I think the second one makes me sound the coolest, even if my hat doesn't actually have anything to do with missiles.
[He hums, focused on a few things that are off the view of the camera.]
I've been called Quirk before. And I like root beer floats. I dunno if there's much else to know about me, really!
[What a cute kid. He's probably underselling himself, but modesty isn't a bad quality in moderation. It means people underestimate you.]
"@mysteryhelmet" and "@missiles" kind of sound like codenames, don't they? [#nonarygamejokes] Or maybe @mysteryhelmet is more like a superhero name.
It might be hard to think of a cool username about root beer floats. "@quirk" would be pretty simple, but it's not that different from your username right now.
[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.
DeAr DiGiGoD: MoRE! more! MORE!!!!!! MaKe mY eARS bLeEd A RiVeR! My EyEs DrIp LiKe JeLLy fRoM tHeIR SOCkETS!!!!!! I dEmANd PAIN fROm YoUr InFERNaL MAcHInE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OnWaRd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[yes, it would appear... krieg likes the screamers? alright then buddy]
FOUR
[It's cold.
Krieg has gotten forcibly used to cold, being from Pandora. But this is a different kind of cold. Somehow, it's deeper, digging down to his bones. Being shirtless is just kind of how he rolls, and he's not changed that yet-- so anyone who's decided to take in this shivering, massive beast of a man is going to get him squished into whatever little shelter they've found. Probably curled into a ball in the corner, which is still a very large, kind of intimidating ball.
After mostly keeping to himself in an attempt to warm up, Krieg will abruptly shout:]
THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC--
[And there it is, louder footsteps up above. What he's calling attention to.]
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