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.
What's it say on the label? I can't really tell from here.
[They're not his meds, that much is for sure. But even though they're not his, they might be useful in some way - so he'll need to get a closer look if he can.]
Maybe not entirely. Let's check the body, see if they were carrying anything good when they kicked the bucket.
[Man, he's glad all he had to do was keep the door open. He's not really one for the whole heroic rescue bit - and in fact it was a little tempting to slam the door in both their faces, but he doesn't want to make any enemies just yet. At least he didn't wear himself out with the dragging.]
It's not like this poor sap's going to be using any of it.
[Well, he's never one to turn down free food, whether he needs it or not. If some do-gooder is willing to part with theirs, so much the better.]
You found somewhere to restock already? Mine's looking like someone left it out on the porch in the middle of summer, and it's been awhile since I last ate.
[He's lying through his teeth, of course, but. Eh. That's who he is.]
[ She blinks, confused by the change in subject for a moment. ]
Not recently. Last time was... when those anomalies that looked like people from home were chasing us, I think. [ She shudders. It was awful, seeing her dad deformed and staticky so soon after his death. ] I'd have to check my notes to be sure.
[ Dick can't help the general flinch at The Batman Voice - it's been a while since he's heard it, honestly. Not only is it that voice but it's his alias, too, and his expression sours slightly. Bruce doesn't have to use it here, and Dick doesn't appreciate the orders. ]
I understand you're going to be stubborn about this. [ Dick says, grouchy in return. ] I'm not leaving you behind, sorry. It's not happening.
[ He's bigger than he used to be, Bruce, he's not Robin - not easy to push back. ] We can deal with it together, or we can find shelter from it together. Whatever it is.
[ Whatever it is has reduced to writhing on the floor, making choked, sobbing noises. ]
[She's just ignoring the question. It's beside the point anyways.]
The name's on the bottle, isn't it? If you're really interested in getting it back to its owner, why don't you start by trying to figure out who it is?
[But no, the first thing he'd asked was for somebody to make a deal with him on it.]
I just wanna make sure there's something set up so they don't go losing it again, hence the deal. [He rattles the bottle of pills.] They'll be less likely to drop it somewhere if they have to think about how they're gonna get it back.
Four, because DA in RP is an exercise in string theory gone mad
Something has Thunder all excited - he's smelled someone familiar! Katherine knows her dog well, and knows his exuberant bounding this time means a friend is nearby. She holds her woefully inadequate sheet-cloak around her neck to keep it from flying off and follows her dog through the snow, to a house where they are immediately greeted by a horrible shrieking...and an identical mabari.
"So that's who he smelled!" Leaving the dogs to investigate each other in person for the first time, Katherine steps around them to find her fellow Warden. "Warden Cousland, are you-...that is the most pathetic animated corpse I have ever seen."
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[Peter looks at the bottle, attempting to make sense of the label. He squints and frowns as he tries to make sense of the washed out letters, then just sticks the bottle right up to the camera. Far too close.]
[He might as well. That seems easier, anyway. He cracks open the lid off of the bottle and pours a few small pills out into his hand, turning the tablet to display them. He doesn't know what they are. Heart meds? Pain killer of some sort? He's got very little experience with medication at all.]
[ Don't smack him Kanan, he has darkness cooties. ]
Don't make a habit of it. [ He knows that the apology isn't sincere, but his tone of voice has an undercurrent of amusement.
He clicks his tongue in mock disappointment that the living monster chow avoids missing a foot. The mood doesn't last long as Kanan decides to drop the body. Rude. Dropping the legs without any care for the body as he shoots a look at the Jedi.
Stepping over the form to go further into the shelter. Automatically moving from room to room wordlessly to do a sweep of the place. His search ends in the doorway of the master bedroom. ]
I call the bigger bedroom. [ Have fun with the little kiddie's room. ]
You're three feet tall! Three and a half if you count the hair!
[ So Kanan should get the adult bed, obviously. Despite the whiningcompletely rational objections, Kanan's set their guest up with his own jacket balled under his head and moved on to check the opposite side of the house from Vanitas. He's quick, but thorough, and he at least trusts Vanitas enough to think he'd be the same. Neither of them really wants to get eaten in the middle of the night. ]
See anywhere we could start a fire? This guy still isn't moving.
This is exactly what happens when you pun in her presence, you meowmix mascot. All of the following pun carnage will be your fault and you'll just have to deal with it. Snickering to herself, Cousland nevertheless heaves herself upright (with a little more effort than usual - maybe wearing all this damn plate mail 24/7 isn't such a good idea) and whistles for Dog, who comes thundering down the stairs from his hidey hole to skid to a halt by Lehko's side, stub tail wagging furiously.
"Let me guess. There's no cellar, only some suspiciously spooky looking stairs leading down to ominous altars, chanting cultists, and more undead?"
[ He calls from the top of the stairs. Heading back down and towards their new waste of space as he prods the form with the top of his boots. ]
There's also a couch if you prefer. [ There's a wave of his hand back towards the living room. ] Fireplace is in there, too. You can keep each other company.
At least Dog is happy to see you both, cavorting and wriggling all over in characteristically doggy glee to wag his tail as hard as physically possible. While he exchanges pleasantries with Thunder, Cousland herself doesn't budge; at least, aside from resting her cheek on her fist and giving Katherine a helpless shrug.
"Come now, that's not polite. And here I was thinking of keeping it, naming it 'Nibbles', and possibly putting it by the back door at night to surprise the burglars."
She would. Don't you think she wouldn't.
"It's hardly worth the trouble of stomping it to death, really."
Alright, now he looks reasonably impressed. Here he had assumed she was going to be nothing more than a stubborn meat head, like so many other women he knew, but nah. She had puns.
The thundering brings his attention to the dog, which he watches idly before wondering if he was going to be knocked over. He nearly gets ready to leap out of the way, but the dog stops in time, and he relaxes his posture to something a bit more dignified. His attention returns to Cousland a moment later.
"No, not quite. There is a cellar. No stairs. Merely—well, come take a look." He waves her on to follow, stepping around the muscle beast of a dog to lead them on into the kitchen.
[Had his nose been working like it should, he might have noticed that someone else was in the house before embarrassingly prattling on to the tablet when the Elva—Elezen he's speaking to is right there.
He perks up when he hears the voice, eyes glued to the young lord, ears likewise perked. He glances at his tablet, before he closes the application and puts it away in the backpack he slings off of his shoulders.]
Thank the Goddess, here I thought I might sufferrr the night on an empty stomach!
[He does take a moment to take in Francel's features: he's tall and has the ears, but his skin is rather fair. Elvaan were a race of darker skin, so it catches him a little off guard that he's so pink.]
My politeness means nothing in the face of your generrrosity...
[Saying such, his eyebrows raise with emphasis. Sure he isn't exactly verbally rushing Francel along or anything, but he is starting to give him some puppy dog eyes, and ever so dramatically he grips at his stomach once more.
The hunger.
It's taking him.
Please save this dying cat, only you have the power to do it, Frannyboy!]
[Funnily enough, Charles isn't much for heroics either. Only in very special circumstances, which, here - everything is a bit of a special circumstance. And Dio's right, there could be something interesting on the body.
Charles crouches by the body then, uncovering it more fully to check the pockets. The wallet he finds, he tosses to Dio, before continuing his search.]
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