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.
Probability is we'll find something sooner or later, if we're being kept alive. I'll find something. If I do, I'll share it with you. [As a show of good faith, even if Peter doesn't want it.]
I'm not worried about freezing yet. I have a suit. It makes more sense to give food to the people who need it most, the people who are just having trouble finding something.
[ Steph helps, of course. She doesn't even think about it, she just sees someone in trouble and rushes to their aid. Not that she's a ton of help, having lost a whole lot of weight after five months in this awful place. Together, they all reach safety with time to spare.
Jack is rooming with a very ill man with massive bags beneath his dark eyes. When he isn't coughing all manners of nastiness into his sleeve, he's pacing, seemingly in an effort to avoid going to sleep.
The call jerks him out of his routine, however. Somewhat reluctantly, he approaches and peers at the writing.
"No, never seen it before." He shifts the last of the books out of the way, revealing the final bit of message. "Look what they wrote, though." He's still skimming through the words himself, eyes darting back and forth, taking in random bits and pieces of the message rather than just reading it top to bottom, straight through. "They were planning how to leave...Do you, uh, do you think maybe they managed it?"
[The snapping gets absolutely no reaction from Dio's partner - not out of ignorance, but because the sour teen can't head the noise from his tense exploration of the other side of the room, roughly knocking a discarded side table out of the way with the heel of his boot.
Partial deafness never really did wonders for Lutha.
When Dio's voice snaps up, though, the redhead finally turns to look, pausing for a moment to squint to where the older man is pointing before his expression flattens.]
You know what -- I figured it was too good to be true. Buildings filled with food, three goddamn meals a day... Look - whatever idiot it was that said these food casing would keep rations fresh? Lying out their ass. Thanks for that.
[There's no video that accompanies the irritated voice, though the teen on the other end doesn't hold back on his bite. Too many people were taking this sort of plentiful resource for granted as it was. How foolish he feels for thinking that it was some sort of miracle to have access to an entire week of meals at once.
Well. Not anymore. Lutha knows the smell of mold like it's a close friend. Everything's been promptly dumped, his bag inside out over a chair as he seethes through his teeth at the network.]
The rations near the chapel are all sour. Not in any edible way, either. Don't bother going that way for food if you're travelling this way or coming back from those hell tunnels.
[A pause as he exhales, his voice pulling thin.]
If you're nearby and have rations, we need to talk trade. Medicine and weapons aren't out of the question. Got it?
Four
[It wasn't Lutha's idea to grab the body trapped out in the snow - hell, he'd barely been able to carry it, given the lack of his left hand and wrist. But here they are, sputtering and wheezing to haul the extra weight inside before the nightmare buzzer goes off.
There's very little grace in how the redhead lets go of the body, his shoulders already trembling from exertion. He'd never been built for stamina, and he wasn't about to pretend to have enjoyed the little detour they just made - just in time, too, given how the door mocks them with a loud click of the lock.
His partner still catching their breath, Lutha begrudgingly turns their new companion over with the toe of one boot, just enough to try and see the face--]
Spirits, are you kidding--
[His words cut off with a hacking cough, fighting back bile. His handless arm raising to cover his face as he stumbles backward and away, absolutely incredulous as he glares over at the other living being in the room, forcing his back to the dead man.]
You did not just have us rescue a week-old corpse... W-what the hell is wrong with you??
Store it correctly next time. Maybe you won't be in such a mess.
[It's a terse reply, though Lutha doesn't particularly care for how tactless it might sound. A loss of that much food, while disastrous, shouldn't be met with charity.]
[ For all Jim knew it was going to be a pain to drag whoever it was inside, he wasn't going to let anyone freeze to death. He was serious about doing whatever he could to keep anyone from dying, whenever he actually had the ability to do anything at all.At least all his training made keeping up his end of the stranger a little easier, though he's still not strong enough to carry for two. He's relieved to drop their burden inside the door and flops onto the couch, elbows on knees to catch his breath, as soon as the door seals for the night.
He's just relaxing when Lutha's curse jerks him out of it. ]
- They're dead? [ Hey, wait a second. ] How was I supposed to know that?
Sorry. [That's spoken slowly, at least. Really slowly. And draaaaaawn out. And sarcastic.
He can get rid of the treespeak, if he has to, but being ordered around doesn't sit well with any Toa (especially not an Air Toa stripped of all his elemental and mask powers and thrown into a frozen wasteland populated entirely by incredibly unsettling organic life forms). Time for simple words, in short sentences, with pauses between them to let the guy catch up.]
We went to a large hut with shelves of food. We took the food from the hut and placed it in our packs. It was not bad then. We walked quickly to a different hut. We took the food from our packs. It is now molded.
I think not the mannerrr in which I stored it was the issue, mold like this should not grrrow when the chill in the air is this biting.
[His retort is friendly sounding, and lack any possible edge of annoyance he might otherwise be feeling at Lutha's blunt suggestion. His expression doesn't even falter for a second, either.]
I am in the rrresidential area, near a large building that has caved in through its center. I believe it to be an academic building of some sort. I stand east of it.
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