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.
It would be awfully tedious to pretend to be someone I'm not, don't you think?
[That was genuine emotion in that tone. This was real to him. Delusion or otherwise, this man believed himself to be John Watson. Or perhaps somehow he was? It was awfully peculiar and it seems unwise to get upset himself so instead, he stays calm and controlled, trying to make sense of this madness.]
My dear boy, you are getting awfully flustered and don't get me wrong, I believe I understand why. It seems the universe is playing a joke on us. And not an awfully funny one.
[He studies this other Watson carefully before taking a deep inhale.] I believe that you and I are in a bit of a -- [Then he pauses, something dawning on him.] -- Did you just imply I'm old? [GASP] It's all well and good being upset but getting personally is awfully uncalled for.
[Well, you thought he was pretending, Mr. Holmes.]
I am not flustered. [Flustered isn't the word he'd use. Ready to punch something - someone, specifically this other man - might be more apt. But John takes a few deep breaths, mouth drawn to a thin line as he listens. A joke. This is the worst joke imaginable. If this person... no, he can't be. But... there are Tony and the others, different versions of the same people. Different universes. It's-]
[There's a big difference between when he thinks something and when you think something. Because. Of Reasons. Shut up.]
Okay, you're upset. I understand. I'm nothing like your friend and you're nothing like mine so either one of us is lying or something is amiss. My John Watson is considerably -- well, he's sort of -- he has a moustache. And a top hat. And a terrible, terrible scarf his wife knitted him.
[Sherlock isn't very good at describing his friend. It's complicated.] You both yell an equal amount though. And you have that tone. I don't like that tone. Get a new tone. [He doesn't need to be mothered. Again.] And never you mind how old I am, just know I am in my prime.
A prime number, then, right. Are we talking 43 or 47? [John clamps down on the sarcasm, looking away and pinching the bridge of his nose. Calming down. We're calming down, now. There's not much good he'll be getting from staying entirely worked up. But hearing 'my John Watson' is strange, and unnerving.]
I haven't got a wife. My Sherlock made sure of that. He didn't like my knitted jumpers, though... He wears - wore - a Belstaff long-coat. Liked to turn up the collar to look cool. What's your address? We're at - we were at 221B Baker Street with Mrs. Hudson in the flat downstairs.
And what tone are you talking about? I haven't got a tone.
Hold up, everything else has just stopped mattering because something very, very important was just said. Something he needs to know more about.] John Watson, listen to me. It's imperative that you relay to me exactly how your Sherlock made sure of that. Every detail. I need to know.
[He spent MONTHS trying to break up that stupid happy couple, how did the other Sherlock achieve this. He has to know.] The rest can wait. Explain.
You're asking me to tell you how to break up your best mate's marriage. [That's... that is incredibly Sherlock, and John's not sure how to feel about it.] Yeah. Sorry. No. And if this is the tone, get used to it, Mr. Holmes.
It doesn't matter how fast you are. You'd have less than an hour.
[Not to mention the whole fact that anywhere that provides food would probably be in the process of forcing them out right now. But that's probably not a concept she'd be able to explain to a dog.]
There's also a few people that I know of that have been here... well, as long as anyone can remember, really. It's not a guarantee, but they would have the greatest chance of recognizing the largest range of names...
[She's already pulling her tablet out, starting the long trek back to the oldest entries on file with the network.]
Still... if the "spiral" is talking about the path of the town, then that would mean there might be a... a shortcut of some sort, right?
[Dug tenses when Brian picks up the knife, lifting his head and bracing his paws. He watches in disbelief as the man -- as the man --]
Stop! You stop!
[The dog is absolutely going to interrupt. He's on his feet now, barking at the top of his lungs as the voice from his collar yells. Dug practically bounces with the force of every bark.]
[Charlie is nodding too, but Dug's response just brings up more questions.]
Alright, okay... So not from the school? [Dug would've just said the school if he meant the school, right? But Charlie can't think of any other "little kitchens by a big field." It also doesn't occur to him that where the food came from maybe isn't the most pressing of concerns right now.]
The school is the really big building that's like all crumbly in the middle. Do you have a map, dude?
Not a bad idea. If you give me their names I can send them a message, see if they recognize it.
[She's pulling out her own tablet as well, first activating the camera application to take a picture of the message scribbled on the wall, then flipping over to the private message function.]
But yeah, it does seem that way. Assuming, of course, that it's accurate.
[The delusions that Luna mentioned bring up another possibility, after all.]
[Oh boy here we go. Although she's admittedly a bit impressed he knows how many minutes are in an hour.]
Yes, but it's less than an hour. More like... three-fourths of it. So that's forty-five minutes. And a minute isn't that much time by itself. We've probably been talking for more than one, already.
Then...I should go quickly! Right now! Before we talk for more minutes!
[He grabs up the bag in his mouth, rotten food spilling everywhere. Dug turns in place, trying to see if there's more stuff he has to get, and turns to look at the camera again. The tablet! He should get that.]
[Phi works on the message first - it'll be easier to copy and paste the same one over and over to all the different names that Luna's given her.]
It could also be that what they thought they saw isn't real. You said so yourself - hallucinations have happened to people here before.
[It didn't necessarily have to be anything malicious, just wrong. And in either case, it would be a bad idea to waste time and resources on something that ended up not actually being there.]
...Yes! That thing that you just said, that is the place. I was there yesterday and I thought that I saw a squirrel but then it was only a hot dog bun.
[Charlie claps his hands together. Now they're getting somewhere.] Okay, sweet! If you were there yesterday, we're probably like, super close to each other. Where are you now?
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