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.
[He does look uncertain, though, as he glances away toward the door. His ears droop, but then he's turning back toward the camera, tail wagging hopefully.]
I also want those things! I want those things ever so very much!
[This is the best. Dug's wag turns into a full body wriggle, and he hops forward to lick the tablet's display several times, which will be why it sends some gibberish text:]
bhu bhuy8 bhuu n
[He backs off a step, the feed now blurry.]
I know tricks! I know lots and lots of tricks! This is roll-over!
[And there, indeed, is Dug rolling over for the camera.]
[Dug sits back on his haunches and looks first one direction, then the other. Spotting something, he hops up and trots away. When his voice comes again it is distant and accompanied by a rattling sound.]
Carts like this kind?
[The meaning will come clear a moment later -- the rattling grows louder and louder until a plastic shopping cart comes hurtling into view, Dug on his hind legs, pushing it. It's going awfully fast -- and yep, he loses his balance and drops to all fours, letting the cart hurtle out of view.
There's a resounding crash from offscreen. It sounds like the cart knocked something big over, and the sound of breaking glass is unmistakeable. Dug just stands there, watching sort of blankly, until it all dies down. Then he turns back toward the tablet, tail wagging slowly.]
[Charlie laughs as he watches Dug do his thing on the other end. It's gross, but gross doesn't bother him. At least he's making the best out of the situation.]
Cool, bro. I'm in, uhhh, building 60, it looks like. Where... Wait, hold up. Where'd you get that stuff? The food that went bad?
[He reaches for his own backpack now, which he probably should've done right away. Luckily, though, whatever happened to Dug's rations seems to have spared his. For now, anyway.]
[Did you just take an unlabeled pill?! What?! No!]
I can not stress more strongly that you should not take any more of those!
[From this angle he can't see what they are but that hardly matters. Putting anything in your mouth kf unknown substance is purely destructive and inviting disaster!]
[They don't seem to be having any effect yet though he doubted they would at least twenty minutes, they didn't appear to be of a dangerous nature and honestly, what was the worst that could happen from one?]
[There is a dumb founded sort of snort in response.]
Are you a physician? A pharmacist or a chemist? You could severely harm yourself taking obviously controlled medication without knowing what it is or what it might do to you!
[Why does he need to spell this out? You should have learned this in primary school!]
That might be dangerous, sir. If you could shake one of the pills out the bottle and just hold it there, I could tell you what they are. If it's gout medication, you probably don't want to be just taking that, y'know? Like that.
[The man sounds posh... and he's apparently not all that discerning when it comes to using random bottles of medication he's picked up. John's mind jumps to recreational drug use. He really hopes he's wrong.
The fact that you didn't answer shows that they're not yours so I'm confused as to why you're so invested in what happens with them.
[There's a slight frown and a very childish part of him wants to swallow another. Fortunately, as childish as he is, he knows that wouldn't be wise. Not yet anyway.]
I'm a chemist. Of sorts. I'm aware of the risks and pitfalls, they simply don't bother me. Relax, old boy, you seem a touch high strung.
Is that some kind of trick you've learned or are you qualified? Because as far as circus tricks go, I don't think 'guess the medication' will take off. Then again, I said that about bearded ladies and I could not have been more wrong.
[He does, however, remove one and hold it up to the camera, nice and steady. It's all done in good humour, an amused look in his eyes as he lowers it.]
If I had a shilling for every time I was told not to take something, I'd be an awfully rich man by now but that is neither here nor there. Tell me, pill guesser, what are they? In your expect opinion.
Doctor Watson? John Watson. [There's a pause. Either this is a horribly hilarious and unexpected coincidence or this was an identity thief who really picked the wrong person to talk to.]
The writing is gone. [His interest in the bottle has died now in favour of this new and exciting twist.] Tell me, Doctor Watson, would you like to play a game? More interesting than guess the pill, I promise.
[There's recognition in the man's tone at his name that has John immediately wary. He searches the man's face and finds nothing familiar about him. Oh, god. Is this another one who knows about the 'novels?' He shouldn't have said his full name.]
Only if you agree not to take any more of those pills until we sort out exactly what they are, Mister...?
Altamont. [No, he's not giving a real name until he works this out.] And fine, I sharn't take another as long as our game lasts, how does that sound? The game I'm proposing is a guessing game. If I can guess three things right about you, I get to keep the pills, if you can guess three things right about me, I'll give them to you.
Allow me to start?
[This was going to be interesting. He has to see where the similarities end.]
[What? How is this in any way fair? What is he supposed to be guessing at? And if this man knows the stories... John will be shutting the game down, perhaps.]
What if we both guess three things right, Mr. Altamont? Bit of trouble, that. Unless we're splitting down the middle.
*It'd be better if the dog would be quiet, but at least it doesn't look like its going to interrupt. Not that...he has any real idea how to do this.
He picks up the butcher knife and, after a moment's thought, cuts a line right down the body's torso. Then he just kinda stares at it and pokes around with the knife. What is he supposed to find here?*
Then we have a tie breaker. Sudden death. We both guess one thing. First person to guess something right wins. We keep going like that until we have a winner.
[He leans back and takes in the other man, head cocked to the side as he debates where to start with this. So many questions.] Now, that should be set. Are you ready, old boy?
Oh, guessing games are always very serious. It's quite an art, you know? Being a good judge of character enough to guess correctly. Fortunately for me, I'm awfully good.
[He raises an eyebrow slowly and looks this 'John' up and down.] You said you were a doctor. Were you, perhaps, an army doctor?
[John is looking more like a hobo these days than he used to, which makes that question sound immediate alarm bells. Any joking falls away, and he stiffens to a more militant stance, rolling his shoulders back unconsciously to attention.]
I was. You're a drug addict, I'm guessing, the way you just popped that pill without knowing what it was.
[This was fascinating, there was no way this was a coincidence. This had to be a very good thief stealing details from his dear friend or ... well, he didn't even want to consider alternatives. They were awfully outlandish.]
Correct. Hmm, let me think. [He takes a moment to consider his options, to test what information he can.] When you were in the army and at war, were you perhaps shot and sent home because of this?
[Yeah, okay. He doesn't like this guessing game. Not in the least. John switches to a private line of communication.]
Mr. Altamont, this isn't a guessing game. I'm aware you've probably read certain books. Others have mentioned them. I can tell you that I'm not a Victorian, and I'm not insane. Nor am I fictional. Let's just get that out the way. If you want to say something to me, say it. [He's bristling, ready to argue his... existence? That existential dread creeping up on him is uncomfortable, of course, but he'll set it aside for now.]
Book? [That catches his attention. Wait. Yes. There was a book. John was writing one, not that Sherlock read it much, it tended to butcher his work and his words but that was John.] There's only one book I know that you could be talking about and I never read that drivel. Merely cobbled together so the author could spend his money at the gambling den. Or such was the case in the glory days before the wife.
[The loathing in his tone was apparent. Ew. Wives.] I was merely testing. It's not every day you meet someone impersonating your friend, I was curious if you did your homework. Now I'm curious for many other reasons. [Namely the whole fictional thing.] Are you entirely sure you're not crazy? Delusions can be hard to see in yourself.
[Well, this just took a turn for the bizarre. Drug addict, games, arrogant.
John's eyes widen for a moment.]
No. No, no, no. [He points a finger at the video.] You are not Sherlock Holmes. You're, like, at least a decade too old, mate. And he's dead, so don't even start. I dunno what you're playing at, but don't you dare pretend to be him for whatever twisted game you've got on.
[There's honest anger and hurt in his tone and on his face.]
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