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.
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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.
[the words are as neutral as ever, but there is a hint of judgment to francel's following question:]
Did you not eat this morning...? Breakfast is more than enough for an Ishgardian knight, when rations are in short supply... ...Or must Mithra eat more frequently than other races?
[another pause.]
Come to think of it, I gave you my name, and neglected to ask for yours. Surely it cannot be Cait Sith.
I did, but we Mithra tend to burrrn through energy pretty quickly!
[That's a fat lie, he just likes to eat...]
We're an energetic sort, prone to exerrrting ourselves at times.
[He has not even gotten close to exerting himself at all.]
—oh, please forgive me, I should have offerrred my name! I am Lehko Habhoka, it's a great pleasure to meet you, Frrrancel, even if only over this peculiar network.
[francel finds lehko's claims dubious at best, but it seems better to move on than to shame a stranger about his eating habits. even if said stranger might just be a wasteful glutton.]
A pleasure to meet you, Lehko Habhoka. As I said earlier, my name is Francel — Lord Joacin Charlemend Francel de Haillenarte, fourthborn son of House Haillenarte, and leader of the garrison at Skyfire Locks.
None of which means anything to you, I am sure, but as you said — it means something to the individual.
[He is absolutely a wasteful glutton, not that he'd outright admit to it.
That's... certainly a name worthy of nobility. Reminds him of the Elvaan of San d'Oria, with their elegant, if a bit unwieldy names.]
Ah—forgive me once more, Lord Frrrancel. Had not a clue I was speaking with nobility, or else my mannerrrs would have been far more suitably tailored.
While a lord I am not, I am the former tactical advisor of the Windurstian army, and for a brrrief time, I serrrved as the acting commander of such. I have since stepped down from such duties, however.
Worry not. I expect little ceremony here. The majority of our "fellow residents," as you put it, hail from lands where few afford respect to the nobility.
I have not heard of this Windurstian army — but neither have you heard of Ishgard, I suppose. What evil forces did you battle against? What happened, that you would step down?
Even if otherrrs have set your expectations so low, little do I wish to join them. Whetherrr here or there, a lord is worthy of his title, and of the afforded respect it deserrrves.
You have the right of it. Ishgard is as foreign to me as Windurst is to you.
[That's a doozy of a question, but he doesn't have any problems answering it, even if it will take a little explaining.]
We were fighting in a war which had been dubbed The Crystal War. Against the forces of the Shadow Lord--an uninspiring monikerrr I admit, but where he lacked crrreativity, he made up for in cruelty and powerrr.
He was able to unite the beastmen under his rule, and combined with his legion of demons, all four nations were laid underrr siege. Nevertheless, with no short supply of casualties, we were able to rrrepel their onslaught throughout the war, and cripple his army.
[He pauses a moment as he looks away from the tablet to assess where he was for a moment. Upon spotting a nearby house, he quickly shuffles inside, before continuing:]
I stepped down because I felt my purrrpose had been serrrved. That it was no longer my place to rrreside in Windurst, for--perrrsonal reasons.
[that's as far as francel gets before his thumb slips and he sends the message unfinished.
his surprise arrives on account of the fact that he has just looked up to find the door of his house open, and the breeze from outside has come howling in. lehko stands in the doorway, closing the door posthaste. francel looks at the mithra, then at his tablet, then between both for another long moment, as though he never in fact expected lehko to arrive at his house after all.]
...Your politeness is appreciated.
[is all francel can think to say, and then — all thoughts of the shadow lord and his legion of demons quite out of his mind — he gropes for something further.]
Er — there is... that is, I left my things in the kitchen, if you would give me a moment.
[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!]
[francel would be unimpressed with lehko's dramatic posturing (he ate this morning!) if not for the fact that he feels particularly weak to it. boyhood memories flicker through francel's mind — a young haurchefant, denied dinner by his stepmother, crawling in through francel's bedroom window in the middle of the night, demanding snacks — and he finds himself smiling despite himself as he sets his tablet on a nearby desk and makes his way to the kitchen.]
Just a moment, if you would...
[the young elezen — or, perhaps, an oddly fair-skinned and boyish elvaan — hefts his (fairly heavy) knapsack onto the kitchen counter, rifling through its contents; he pulls packages out at odd angles (notably, keeping his own favorites at the bottom of the bag), leaving everything out for lehko to help himself to.]
Nothing is truly fresh, of course, but such is the lay of this land. I have... preserved bread... biscuits... some sort of... dried fish...?
[Lehko is of course following Francel, not too terribly closely, but still closer than what's strictly necessary.
The decision is made, even before Francel mentions the fish. With how Lehko made his way over, eyes peeled as he looked over each piece of food brought out of the bag like a man who hadn't known the pleasure of food in weeks might have. The moment the dried fish was placed, his eyes didn't leave it, and he nearly looks as though it's taking every vestige of his strength to afford the self control to not just snatch it.
That is, until Francel mentions the fish specifically. That's when he strikes. Grabbing it with the swiftness and deftness you'd expect from an experienced thief or pickpocket, pivoting away as he gorges himself on it. Honestly, the whole display would suggest he hasn't eaten in more than merely a few hours, which speaks more of his greediness with food, than the actual state of his hunger.
What can he say, really? He's rather used to a better abundance of food than what's here, and even if he's not exactly been forced to go hungry for long, it's still not quite the same luxury!]
[francel watches lehko gorge himself, quite at a loss, and comes to two conclusions: one, that lehko should probably never leave the vicinity of the grocery store, and two, that it might be in the best interest of all norfinbury to pray that curiosity kills the cat, because if he is let into the grocery store he might very well eat them out of resources entirely.
the display is, however, admittedly cute, if not especially graceful or attractive; francel thinks vaguely of the coddled pets he's seen in the pillars of ishgard, of lapcats with luxurious long fur growing fat off meals presented on silver platters, of how soft the tail of one had been, when as a boy at a boring party he had slipped away from his father to try and pet the cat — only to be rewarded with the swipe of sharp claws and an irritated hiss.
...he decides he probably shouldn't try and pet lehko as he's eating. a hissing cat seems one thing; a hissing cat-man seems another.]
It's all over in moments, all that's left is what bones there are, and he turns to face Francel, completely composed as he once was, with proper dignity!]
I thank you. Lord Frrrancel. I feel rightly rrrefreshed.
[He glances to the fish bones in his hand, wondering idly where he should even dispose of them... before turning his attention back to Francel.]
[absolutely amazed by lehko's immediate reversal of grace and gracelessness, francel extends his placid stare until well after the question has sunk in — and then he sort of serenely blinks, and shakes himself from his reverie, and reconsiders their situation.]
Er... where were we, indeed? Ah...
I think you were telling me something of your Shadow Lord, before you... came in. Yes, something of that sort. You... you can help yourself to more, if you'd like.
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Did you not eat this morning...?
Breakfast is more than enough for an Ishgardian knight,
when rations are in short supply...
...Or must Mithra eat more frequently than other races?
[another pause.]
Come to think of it, I gave you my name, and neglected to ask for yours.
Surely it cannot be Cait Sith.
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[That's a fat lie, he just likes to eat...]
We're an energetic sort, prone to exerrrting ourselves at times.
[He has not even gotten close to exerting himself at all.]
—oh, please forgive me, I should have offerrred my name! I am Lehko Habhoka, it's a great pleasure to meet you, Frrrancel, even if only over this peculiar network.
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even if said stranger might just be a wasteful glutton.]A pleasure to meet you, Lehko Habhoka.
As I said earlier, my name is Francel —
Lord Joacin Charlemend Francel de Haillenarte,
fourthborn son of House Haillenarte,
and leader of the garrison at Skyfire Locks.
None of which means anything to you, I am sure,
but as you said — it means something to the individual.
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That's... certainly a name worthy of nobility. Reminds him of the Elvaan of San d'Oria, with their elegant, if a bit unwieldy names.]
Ah—forgive me once more, Lord Frrrancel. Had not a clue I was speaking with nobility, or else my mannerrrs would have been far more suitably tailored.
While a lord I am not, I am the former tactical advisor of the Windurstian army, and for a brrrief time, I serrrved as the acting commander of such. I have since stepped down from such duties, however.
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I expect little ceremony here.
The majority of our "fellow residents," as you put it,
hail from lands where few afford respect to the nobility.
I have not heard of this Windurstian army —
but neither have you heard of Ishgard, I suppose.
What evil forces did you battle against?
What happened, that you would step down?
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You have the right of it. Ishgard is as foreign to me as Windurst is to you.
[That's a doozy of a question, but he doesn't have any problems answering it, even if it will take a little explaining.]
We were fighting in a war which had been dubbed The Crystal War. Against the forces of the Shadow Lord--an uninspiring monikerrr I admit, but where he lacked crrreativity, he made up for in cruelty and powerrr.
He was able to unite the beastmen under his rule, and combined with his legion of demons, all four nations were laid underrr siege. Nevertheless, with no short supply of casualties, we were able to rrrepel their onslaught throughout the war, and cripple his army.
[He pauses a moment as he looks away from the tablet to assess where he was for a moment. Upon spotting a nearby house, he quickly shuffles inside, before continuing:]
I stepped down because I felt my purrrpose had been serrrved. That it was no longer my place to rrreside in Windurst, for--perrrsonal reasons.
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[that's as far as francel gets before his thumb slips and he sends the message unfinished.
his surprise arrives on account of the fact that he has just looked up to find the door of his house open, and the breeze from outside has come howling in. lehko stands in the doorway, closing the door posthaste. francel looks at the mithra, then at his tablet, then between both for another long moment, as though he never in fact expected lehko to arrive at his house after all.]
...Your politeness is appreciated.
[is all francel can think to say, and then — all thoughts of the shadow lord and his legion of demons quite out of his mind — he gropes for something further.]
Er — there is... that is, I left my things in the kitchen, if you would give me a moment.
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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!]
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Just a moment, if you would...
[the young elezen — or, perhaps, an oddly fair-skinned and boyish elvaan — hefts his (fairly heavy) knapsack onto the kitchen counter, rifling through its contents; he pulls packages out at odd angles (notably, keeping his own favorites at the bottom of the bag), leaving everything out for lehko to help himself to.]
Nothing is truly fresh, of course, but such is the lay of this land. I have... preserved bread... biscuits... some sort of... dried fish...?
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The decision is made, even before Francel mentions the fish. With how Lehko made his way over, eyes peeled as he looked over each piece of food brought out of the bag like a man who hadn't known the pleasure of food in weeks might have. The moment the dried fish was placed, his eyes didn't leave it, and he nearly looks as though it's taking every vestige of his strength to afford the self control to not just snatch it.
That is, until Francel mentions the fish specifically. That's when he strikes. Grabbing it with the swiftness and deftness you'd expect from an experienced thief or pickpocket, pivoting away as he gorges himself on it. Honestly, the whole display would suggest he hasn't eaten in more than merely a few hours, which speaks more of his greediness with food, than the actual state of his hunger.
What can he say, really? He's rather used to a better abundance of food than what's here, and even if he's not exactly been forced to go hungry for long, it's still not quite the same luxury!]
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[francel watches lehko gorge himself, quite at a loss, and comes to two conclusions: one, that lehko should probably never leave the vicinity of the grocery store, and two, that it might be in the best interest of all norfinbury to pray that curiosity kills the cat, because if he is let into the grocery store he might very well eat them out of resources entirely.
the display is, however, admittedly cute, if not especially graceful or attractive; francel thinks vaguely of the coddled pets he's seen in the pillars of ishgard, of lapcats with luxurious long fur growing fat off meals presented on silver platters, of how soft the tail of one had been, when as a boy at a boring party he had slipped away from his father to try and pet the cat — only to be rewarded with the swipe of sharp claws and an irritated hiss.
...he decides he probably shouldn't try and pet lehko as he's eating. a hissing cat seems one thing; a hissing cat-man seems another.]
I... suppose I should have expected as much...
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It's all over in moments, all that's left is what bones there are, and he turns to face Francel, completely composed as he once was, with proper dignity!]
I thank you. Lord Frrrancel. I feel rightly rrrefreshed.
[He glances to the fish bones in his hand, wondering idly where he should even dispose of them... before turning his attention back to Francel.]
--with that taken care of, where were we?
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Er... where were we, indeed? Ah...
I think you were telling me something of your Shadow Lord, before you... came in. Yes, something of that sort. You... you can help yourself to more, if you'd like.