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.
[There isn't much reason to stop him from following. Without her magic she can't do much, and it probably isn't worth the effort anyway. So out they go into the bleak, cold air! If this is a bust she's making a mental note to start hunting for warmer clothing, as she pulls her coat tighter around herself.]
new voice jitters are the worst. good luck to you!
[Fuckin' cold. He wasn't built for this. Houston barely got snow in its winters, and the Land of Heat and Clockwork was worse. He folds his wings in closer against his back, while his hands stuff into pockets. He finds himself missing Rose again: she could knit a scarf, a hat, a tail cozy, something more to stave off the chill.]
Even when it has to do with your personal fucking safety? Come on. I barely know you and I'm still trying to stop your intrepid ass from becoming some blizzard beast's next hairball.
[ The video shows a backpack with equally spoiled food- far less of it, but still. ]
Yeah, it looks like it hit more than just you. How could-? It's too cold for mold.
[ The camera pans back around to show a man in an olive green coat with short-cut, black hair. He's understandably distressed. ]
I mean, I think it is. I- I guess we don't know where these rations even come from, so maybe they just all- [ He shakes his head. ] -go bad at the same time.
what youre shitting me all this time i thought the acetaminophen on the tylenol label was this drastic typo some finger impaired douche made that they never bothered to fix no its okay tom if we leave it no one will know its not supposed to be there stop crying tom its gonna be okay world view = shattered what other secrets have you got to tell me
Edited (and then another typo jfc) 2016-08-31 02:42 (UTC)
[ ...what. He was not expecting this level of response. ]
Maybe the non-brand names are like that. idk. But the brand names are all pushed for prime marketing. Paxil. Vioxx (the double x is important). Lyrica. That one's my favorite.
Acetaminophen can still be Tom's fault.
Any secret I tell after this is just going to be disappointing in comparison, isn't it?
look man i know brand names are extra dumb youre not spilling state secrets that was a joke the point is the name still tells me jack and shit whether its generic or marked up for suburban moms that want their meds to sound like a song like whats lyrica supposed to do cure tone deafness
[She's at least extremely good at not complaining. It's far too cold for comfort but she trudges onward, pursing her lips, absolutely not going to let it get to her. It's easier to hold it together when you act like things don't get to you.]
Why are you?
someday I will fill out his icons and stop reusing this so much
[He tosses his hands up—shit, too cold—then stuffs them back into their pocket havens.]
How about because I'm a decent person? Because I don't want to see some idiot march off to danger if she doesn't have to? Because I don't fuckin' get what bug crawled up your ass to make you so set on this in the first place? That is mystery number one in this too-badass-for-caution shtick you've got going.
seizures seriously do they think if they call it that epilepsy mcgee is going to start breakdancing instead transmute those tremors into moves so smooth the rug cuts itself beneath him
Nope, too late for that. I have officially decided to give a shit and I'm not taking the turd back now.
[What is with her? At least John gave up on the idiot move once he came back and told him the business. Does she need to die first to get it through her head, or would she just keep going? Probably would, from what she's said, and the thought irritates him more.]
Isn't there anyone you'd try to stop if you were in my position? Some stubborn asshole tells you, oh what's it matter, I'll come back anyway, and runs off down dipshit boulevard to the danger zone, but the whole thing's completely avoidable if they would just listen for half a second and exercise some basic caution.
[Unless all the strange creature had was garbage. But who knows. What the cat could consider trash, Lutha might consider decently usable.]
Look. Pretty sure I'm within a day or so from you. But I'm not going to turn around for charity's sake, and I doubt you want to leave yourself to starve.
[There is. Of course there is. If Madoka was here things would be different.
Sort of. She'd still be risking her life, but it would be to keep the girl right in front of her safe instead of trying to return to her. Either way, people would still think she's a reckless idiot.
... That both of them are reckless idiots, because it would be just like Madoka to run off and do something dangerous in the name of protecting her friends. That's all hypothetical, though. Madoka isn't here and she is, which is the entire problem.
She doesn't like lying, so she opts for pointedly not answering his question. Her hands are clenching into fists and her step is getting more determined, though.]
Edited 2016-08-31 03:44 (UTC)
@ordo; audio, private - gonna assume they're familiar with each other!
You're just setting yourself up to get swindled, you know.
[It's said with the same sourly flat drone of disapproval Lutha usually carries. It shouldn't be too much of a surprise - the teen's never been adverse to mentioning his work. Item running for traders who bid the highest tended to get one into some tricky and often dangerous circumstances, especially over little mistakes like this.
There's a rough sigh that crackles the mic, but when he talks again, some of the bite leaves his tone.]
Do you even know what kind of medication that stuff is beyond the name, Zane?
Edited 2016-08-31 03:53 (UTC)
their issues are just grating against each other like crazy and I love it
[And Davesprite heaves a deep, frustrated sigh. He's not surprised at this juncture, not after the other questions she's dodged, but it sure doesn't ameliorate the situation.]
I'm not going to stop following you just because you decided to stop talking.
[He'll be her stubborn tagger-on until the bitter end, if he has to. Doesn't matter that he doesn't know her; he didn't save John's ungrateful ass just to go nope, never mind, go get yourself killed when some other teen tries it on him. He'd be responsible. They found the message together, no one else, and if he tries to pass it off she'll be long gone before anyone else can do anything.]
[He'd stop her if he had the means, but what can he do? Tangle her feet in his tail? That would get awkward, and stupid, and it's not something he wants to do. Instead as she slows he matches her pace, falling into a spot beside her.]
Not the point.
[He means less than other people, he doesn't say.]
Even if I turn back now, it's not going to stop being dangerous for you.
Edited (got confused and hecked up my wording) 2016-08-31 04:17 (UTC)
"It's good to anticipate possible outcomes." Cousland grumbles - not at all defensively, no sir - prior to giving the itty bitty dumbwaiter opening with a skeptical raise of one eyebrow for a beat or two.
"Of course you don't." GRUMBLING INTENSIFIES. "Why does the unnatural always smell so awful?"
So, mentally rolling up her sleeves in preparation for what's undoubtedly going to be a very unpleasant round of 'jam the square peg in the round hole' (or vice versa in this case), the Warden promptly hucks the zombie face-first into the dumbwaiter window. All in all it would be fairly amusing if not for the cacophany of wet 'snap's and 'pop's of undead bones being forcibly relocated as she stuffs the wayward limbs in with perhaps a little more gusto than is necessary.
Dog, of course, is helpfully fetching bits and pieces of zombie that fall off in the process. Teamwork!
"Occasionally. They're quite tame, in all honesty."
Completely ignoring the zombie now trying with very little success to wriggle out from under her boot to start worm-shuffling towards Jack, she starts listing off various species on her fingers in a supremely bored tone.
"Let's see... wolves, bears, giant spiders, angry trees, bears again, terrifying tentacle mother-in-law monsters, angry rocks, more bears, bandits, dragons, and did I mention bears?"
Really. The Korcari Wilds were just jam-packed with damned bears, mosquitoes, and not much else.
"They do, but, really, I'm surprised we're seeing them at all. There seems to be no life but us and those...anomaly things. Whatever they are."
If she had even a suitable walking stick she'd prod the thing. Instead she watches the creature writhe under Cousland's boot and sits opposite her. It clearly is no longer a threat, and whatever's in there (just rage? She can't think of anything else so dumb) isn't trying to escape and go for her, so it can stay there until it works itself to pieces, for all she cared.
"Until now. I wonder if it has anything to do with...with the length of our recent obituaries. If the deaths that don't remain dead weaken the Veil all... the same..."
She seems to realize the horror of what it would mean about getting her magic back and grows more visibly disturbed by the second as she speaks.
"...Well, then. That's...certainly a thought. As your Warden-Commander, I am ordering you never to repeat that idea where any of our local unrepentant murderers can hear it. Maker forbid the green-haired one get it into his head to cause even more chaos somehow..."
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