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: DRUG PUSHING What luck! You've found a bottle of medication...only, oh, it looks like it's a prescription for one of the other people trapped here with you. You have a lot of power in your hands now: you could do the right thing and give it back without a fight, demand a worthy trade to see how badly they want it, or auction it off to the highest bidder. They're not the only ones who could use a painkiller or an antidepressant, after all. If you don't need it for yourself, you're sure to be able to fetch a high price (or bank some high gratitude points) for it from someone.
TWO: CHECK YOUR RECEIPTS After a long day of traveling, you reach into your bag to scrounge up some dinner but you find that all of your food has gone bad. Everything, including the rations you stocked up on just yesterday, is covered in a thick layer of mold. Even the packaged nonperishables are somehow spoiled. Your whole backpack reeks of rot, and nothing edible has been spared. Maybe you can restock tomorrow, but what if you're not the only one whose food has been tainted? And what about the meal you had for lunch just hours ago? Your stomach turns. You'd better take to the network to get to the bottom of this
Action Prompts
THREE: WRITING ON THE WALL You've just settled into a building for the night with your traveling companion when you notice a message left somewhere on one of the walls. It's signed by a username you don't recall ever seeing before. It tells you discoveries and facts about the town you don't think are really real or should be followed. Tells you that they're heading in a direction they're convinced has the exit, and urge you to follow their lead. One of you thinks it's worth consideration. After all, why would anyone leave a message like this if they didn't mean it? But there are risks involved in chasing the assertions. Do you have the resources left to try?
FOUR: CORPSE PARTY Just before lockdown, you and your traveling companion are about to seek shelter in the nearest building when you spot a huddled figure nearly buried in the snow. When you get a little closer, you see that it's a person wrapped tightly in a blanket. Neither of you recognizes them, but you can't be sure; the blanket covers their face. They seem to have succumbed to the elements, but it looks like they're still breathing! You manage to drag them into the building with you with seconds to spare. Good job, you've saved somebody's life! But, as you pull apart the blankets to check on your new companion, you realize that they're not a "somebody" at all... And you're locked in with it until morning.
Oh, geez, let's see... a little under four months, I think?
[ Something like that. Long enough for her shaved patch of hair to have grown a couple of inches, anyway. It's valuable insulation! ]
And between you and me, I was terrible at all this stuff when I first got here. I spent nearly a week walking through the snow in my freaking socks, so you're already doing way better than I was!
He couldn't plug his ears but he could try not to listen. He knew he was being baited. He wasn't sure why Sylar picked now of all times to come out to him but he had and they were completely stuck. Worse, not only were they stuck, but all they had was one blanket between them and a cold, hard floor to sleep on. This was going to be the worst night of his life too. He hugged his legs tighter to his chest and covered his face entirely with his arms.
That didn't make the other stop though. No it made it worse.
"I don't care about your mistakes!" he finally shouted, getting back to his feet because he was shivering far too badly to stay seated alone. "It doesn't matter anymore. You're here. You'll be alone. You'll never hurt anyone again!"
Maybe that was premature to say.
Mohinder wasn't going anywhere tonight, after all. He wandered to the stove and back again.
"Why did you tell me-- Its been weeks." He was so hurt. It was in his voice.
Sylar had been ready to just let the insults slide off of him again, but there was something about them that stuck this time. Maybe it was the fact that a time traveler had told him something strikingly similar- that he'd die alone- and he'd been more unsettled by the prediction than he'd like to admit. Whatever it was, it made his eyes narrow and shine dangerously.
And then Mohinder had to ask annoying questions along with it. Sylar looked decidedly bored with the teasing he'd been enjoying just moments before. "What, and keep it up all night? Here?" The way he said it, he thought it was the most obvious thing in the world. "No, thank you."
The offer of the doggie pillow is a very, very tempting one, no matter how loudly the dog might snore. He's never met such a big, ugly, sweet, happy dog before, and he kind of loves it a lot...The one shining light in this frozen pit of a deathtrap. He'll investigate terms for use of the dog as a pillow in a moment - the zombie threat, or..."threat", such as it is, is a bit more urgent.
"It, uh, it already smells bad enough, though? And, I mean, we don't have to stay in this room with it once it's. Uh. Dead. Dead-er?"
Jimothy Jack welcomes the big pushy dog head nosing demandingly at his hands. Drool and all. Scratching doggie ears and smushing soft doggie wrinkles gives his hands something to do, and is a constant, pleasant distraction that keeps him from thinking too hard about the fact that there is a literal real life zombie locked in here with them, and that it is chewing its teeth literally out of its rotting skull in an effort to reach the delicious creamy center inside Cousland's heavy metal armor.
"Anyway, if we don't kill it, what are we going to do with it tomorrow? Leave it here for some other poor asshole to get stuck with?"
[Just trying to imagine going out in the shitty snowy weather in nothing but his socks is making him scream internally. He probably would have lost, like, all of his toes to frostbite within the first few hours. Because that's just his life.]
I dunno, I think you've, got, like, one up on me. It'd take a real badass to walk around outside in this pit wearing nothing but socks on their feet.
[Guybrush rattles a bottle in the camera and smiles.]
Hey, I found something! I don't know what it is, exactly but uhm....
Anyway, if you want it, it's yours. For a price.
C'mon, offer me something.
[Three]
[Guybrush stands with his arms folded over his chest, reading and re-reading the wall. Maybe if he reads it a third time it will make sense.]
I dunno.... This seems like one of those situations where you follow the map and then a bunch of enemy cads jump out at you with swords and you wake up in the bushes and your wallet is missing and someone has your rubber chicken.
Cousland grins despite herself - being an unashamed red-blooded Fereldan dog lord, it's always a pleasure to see someone charmed by a mabari for the first time. There's something about having the texture of soft fur under your fingers and a warm weight at your side that's strangely therapeutic. Pupper therapy, you know?
"Point made. I suppose it would be rude to leave this nasty little surprise lurking in a closet somewhere, wouldn't it?"
It's a shame, really... she'd been planning to just chuck it out in the snow tomorrow morning to freeze solid, then come back with a suitably sturdy pipe or board. One good smack and it'd be all over. The chair she sits in gives one wheezy groan of protest as she leans forward, pushing herself up in one not-quite-as-smooth-as-usual motion.
"Best figure out where to leave the smelly bits. Preferably the furthest end away from wherever I'm sleeping."
Pupper therapy is a fine, fine thing, it truly is.
"You're actually expecting to be able to sleep, tonight?"
Jack's been having a rough go of it, himself. Even though he's been perpetually exhausted since getting stuck in this crummy little town, any sleep he's managed to grab has been rough and unrestful at best. He seriously doubts tonight will be different - even with a doggie pillow - thanks to the nightmare fuel still gnawing diligently away at Cousland's ankle.
"Right. I can. I'll go find a place to stuff it. Just. Just keep it occupied while I do, please."
Because if it comes after him he's liable to panic and smash its skull regardless of the location.
[ And yeah, Kanan's projecting his voice to make sure Vanitas got that. He ignores the rest as he wanders back toward the living room to check out the fireplace and see if there's any furniture he can chunk in it. The couch looks pretty beaten up; Kanan makes a face, but it's not exactly the worst place he's slept - before or after arriving in Norfinbury.
He kneels in front of the fire place to start working on warming them up and calls over his shoulder: ]
Hey, bring him in here, would you? Gotta thaw him out before you can steal all his stuff.
[One of the first things that comes into view at the beginning of this video is an emptied backpack. Next to it is a variety of food, all lined up and covered in mold.]
From left to right you can see my recent meal, followed by nonperishable food.
[The tablet is turned around to present you the annoyed expression on Lucifel's face, with a frown on top.]
I'm aware that my cooking skills are close to zero, but I know for certain is that none of this could be spoiled in a matter of hours. Unless my backpack is now able to perform magic and rot everything that's put inside.
[A hand runs through his hair in an attempt to push it back to its former state but it falls back in front of his eyes. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.]
You all should check your rations and let me know if it's the same for you.
Three
In all honesty, almost every username sounds unfamiliar to the archangel. He had been here for a short time only so of course there was no way he could know if the one who wrote on the wall. However, that did not mean that Lucifel would just believe whoever wrote any of this on the wall. Just because he is an angel doesn't mean that he is naive and believes everything he is told.
"If I were you I would take this with a grain of salt. For all we know this could have been written in delirium... Or by a maniac who loves to make others suffer, no matter the situation."
And there are and probably were some maniacs in this hell of ice and snow.
"... It won't hurt to take notes though, just in case if there is some truth hidden in this."
Yeah, you do. [There's a note of something more serious in those three words. Don't you lie to him, buddy. That's just rude.]
You think if you say it right you can make me go along. I ain't a dog you can buy off with a pat on the head or some go-along type that thinks you're real impressive 'cause you put on a smile and use fancy talk.
Maybe you oughta think some more freezin'. Must be wasting a lot of heat talking about food you don't have yet.
[It won't be easy, but if they drag, Peter is sure they can get the body inside to thaw. He totally intends on looting the corpse for good trade bits. They need them.]
[ His boots don't just look awesome, Kanan. They can leave quite the mark when he aims them at shins.
Vanitas doesn't bother to respond to the retort. Still prodding the prone form with his foot as he scans for any signs of weapons or something protruding from under the blanket.
He clicks in tongue quietly as he hears the request. ]
Don't complain about any damage then. [ Grabbing the lump of a person by the ankles and dragging him into the living room. Both Kanan and his new friend are lucky that the house doesn't have multiple levels. Promptly dropping his hold as soon as he's in the living room. At least Vanitas listened to the request. ]
With two enthusiastic mabari in the background, it's a little easier, somehow, to accept the fact of a corpse just gnawing away at the other Warden's armor. Odd, really, how her dog being all right with a situation makes her feel better about it, herself.
...Though who could consider that a threat, honestly? She chuckles at Cousland's remark. "Why not - we can certainly keep stranger company." With that, she heads over to the endtable to examine the thing from the side without getting too close.
"See, here I thought the Veil was impenetrable in this town. I suppose some demons will always find a way - even if they wind up in sorry excuses for hosts like this one. It is oddly charming, in a way, that it simply refuses to give up..."
Mages have a slightly different set of priorities - this one clearly crossed the Veil somehow. There is a way to get her magic back.
[The video feed opens up perfectly centered on Harley, who has obviously spent time propping her tablet into just the right place to achieve the effect. The clown poses with a yellow medicine bottle displayed in the palm of her hand and motions to it in the style of Vanna White as she cheerfully addresses the network in her best pitchwoman's voice.]
Do ya ever get the feelin' that you're missin' something? Have you been searchin' for relief everywhere just to keep gettin' left out in the cold? Well, look no more! [BAM! She shoves the bottle towards the camera for a close-up of the label.]
For a high, high price to be determined shortly, wellness could be yours today!
[She purposely speeds through the rest of her delivery.] Caution: Offer valid to the highest bidder. Not receiving this medication may cause depression, insomnia, dizziness, vomiting, psychosis, Stigmata, hives, Hawaiian Cat Flu, aches and pains, hypochondria, death and super-death.
Okay. [Shuffling through the snow to the left, Emily makes certain her mittens from Royce are on snug before she thinks about touching the body. Peter isn't wrong--it's frozen stiff, and that's weird to think about as she struggles to pick up the arm and blanket on the left side of the body.] It's heavy.
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