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.
((I've read Homestuck yep! Cool to see Davesprite gets to keep hovering.))
[The weird bird dude thing is weird but tolerable. It could be worse. It could be so much worse. At least he obviously has emotions, unlike certain harmless-looking white aliens who shall not be named.]
If it's right we go home. If it isn't we then we keep looking.
[This isn't a very hard decision for Homura, but she's in a unique position of both Not Giving a Fuck and Intent on Getting Out of Here. It's a weird combination that could easily mistaken for suicidal recklessness, not something commonly found in fourteen year old girls.]
We generally come back if we die here, isn't that how it works? I don't care about dying, as long as I find out whether this is true or false.
[She is indeed willing to die as many times as it takes to get out of here. The only thing that matters is getting back home. Besides, it's kind of hard to care about the state of her body when she's gotten used to the whole magical girl zombie thing. In her usual indifferent demeanor she runs a hand through her hair, flipping it back and continuing:]
[Here and now Homura's drive strikes him in a way that leaves him thinking of Rose. She was always wordier, far more compared to this girl, but little could stop her when she wanted something enough. His eyebrows draw down behind the rim of his sunglasses.]
So what, you'll damn the danger and run in anyway on the chance you could learn something? Just because you might get to go home? Playing run away solo hero just gets your fucked up. You don't even know what's out there. It might be worse than dying. Or, hell, who says we've got infinite lives out here? Maybe there's some secret meter hidden where we can't access ticking down to zero, and when that happens that's it, you're up, dead for good.
[She sounds so careless, is the thing, motivation be damned. Little as it matters to her, it twists a point of human concern in him.]
[Weird white aliens should be the ones stuck here, not them!
Joke's on him, she'll happily take a fate worse than death if it means protecting Madoka. Really, she kind of already was before she was pulled here.]
Until you show me proof of that theory I'm willing to take that chance. [Especially when she hasn't seen any indication that's how things work around here. She isn't looking to get killed but if such a thing happens while she's looking for an exit, so be it. Her life isn't worth that much anyways.]
You want to go because there's no proof we don't have infinite lives?
[It's practically a repeat of her own words, twisted around and rephrased with his own discouragement.]
I don't trust that. I come from somewhere that had extra lives built in and a whole mechanic for attaining immortality, but even that had limits. This stuff always has limits. Why does this matter so much to you?
[It's not that he doesn't get some of it. There's people here who have stuff worth going back to, who have more use in a home they know than one spent shuffling around ruins and rubble and helping acquaintances stave off cold, hungry death. But he is what he is from saving someone, and he can't shrug and shoo her along just because she says it's fine.]
[It aggravates him, too, that all this could come from some stupid message on a wall. It shouldn't bug him this much, shouldn't be so intense, but here he is still.]
[She doesn't say it out loud, but there's always the slight possibility of her zombie state still coming into play here. For all she knows the next time she suffers a life-threatening injury she'll be able to heal it with magic. Not that she's going to run out and actively test that... but she doesn't want to dismiss it yet.
(Or rather, the truth is that she's too desperate to dismiss even the smallest sliver of usefulness that could get her back to protecting Madoka.)
Homura doesn't bother answering his question. He won't believe her (likely) or he won't get it (chances are good), so there's no point in explaining why she does anything. She just turns to head towards the door. She doesn't sound angry at all.]
[He moves after her, orange tail lashing out just above the floorboards. What is it with dumb, reckless teens throwing themselves to danger at the first push? He'll follow her out the door if she keeps going.]
You can't just go alone. That's practically asking for probability to take a shit over you and dump you into danger. Shouldn't you—fuck—try to verify it? Ask the network if anyone knows the username? You're being stupid about it.
Stupid and difficult. Got it. Great. Do you just never give a shit what anyone else thinks, or are these special circumstances for you?
[Still following. He's not going to stop unless he has to, or unless she gives a real good reason to let her go it alone. She hasn't yet. He doubts she will.]
Thank you! I still feel a little shaky with her voice so that is appreciated.
[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.
[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.
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.
[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)
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)
[Well, that's a bit of a hypocritical answer. That or he secretly wants to see what that message is about, and letting her take the lead absolves him of any responsibility if things go south. Or rather, the I told you so method of doing things.
Hey, for all she knows he just really likes saying I told you so.]
[His feathers ruffle and resettle without conscious decision.]
It's not me I'm worried about.
[There's a stiff edge to his voice.]
Maybe if we weren't nerfed to shit and you had some crazy, jacked up super powers I wouldn't care, but that's not what we're dealing with.
[Everyone back home has plenty of that, ways to defend themselves or the others who need protecting, better than he can. And it's not like they can fight the monsters here, even if he had his sword still. But if he can just out-stubborn her...]
[She decides to remain silent in regards to that remark about crazy, jacked up super powers. For one, it's none of his business. Two, he's right, she's 'nerfed' anyway so the fact that she had them doesn't matter right now.]
No, we're in a situation that calls for a sense of self-preservation. [It might be rude and hypocritical of herself to point this out, but....
[Which is pretty much why he doesn't mention his own. That, and it's pretty easy to guess one he's lost when the bird boy never flies higher than a couple inches off the ground.]
[Instead he stares at Homura, hiding incredulity behind his sunglasses. Did she seriously just flip her hair at him? What does she think this is, an anime?]
[He sighs.]
Can we maybe not argue about who has the most depressing self view?
[They can both be total hypocrites, that's fair. She is also comfortable letting an awkward silence fall around them. Most silences that involve her tend to be awkward, no getting around that.]
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[The weird bird dude thing is weird but tolerable. It could be worse. It could be so much worse. At least he obviously has emotions, unlike certain harmless-looking white aliens who shall not be named.]
If it's right we go home. If it isn't we then we keep looking.
[This isn't a very hard decision for Homura, but she's in a unique position of both Not Giving a Fuck and Intent on Getting Out of Here. It's a weird combination that could easily mistaken for suicidal recklessness, not something commonly found in fourteen year old girls.]
We generally come back if we die here, isn't that how it works? I don't care about dying, as long as I find out whether this is true or false.
[She is indeed willing to die as many times as it takes to get out of here. The only thing that matters is getting back home. Besides, it's kind of hard to care about the state of her body when she's gotten used to the whole magical girl zombie thing. In her usual indifferent demeanor she runs a hand through her hair, flipping it back and continuing:]
You can stay here. I'll follow it alone.
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[Here and now Homura's drive strikes him in a way that leaves him thinking of Rose. She was always wordier, far more compared to this girl, but little could stop her when she wanted something enough. His eyebrows draw down behind the rim of his sunglasses.]
So what, you'll damn the danger and run in anyway on the chance you could learn something? Just because you might get to go home? Playing run away solo hero just gets your fucked up. You don't even know what's out there. It might be worse than dying. Or, hell, who says we've got infinite lives out here? Maybe there's some secret meter hidden where we can't access ticking down to zero, and when that happens that's it, you're up, dead for good.
[She sounds so careless, is the thing, motivation be damned. Little as it matters to her, it twists a point of human concern in him.]
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Joke's on him, she'll happily take a fate worse than death if it means protecting Madoka. Really, she kind of already was before she was pulled here.]
Until you show me proof of that theory I'm willing to take that chance. [Especially when she hasn't seen any indication that's how things work around here. She isn't looking to get killed but if such a thing happens while she's looking for an exit, so be it. Her life isn't worth that much anyways.]
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[It's practically a repeat of her own words, twisted around and rephrased with his own discouragement.]
I don't trust that. I come from somewhere that had extra lives built in and a whole mechanic for attaining immortality, but even that had limits. This stuff always has limits. Why does this matter so much to you?
[It's not that he doesn't get some of it. There's people here who have stuff worth going back to, who have more use in a home they know than one spent shuffling around ruins and rubble and helping acquaintances stave off cold, hungry death. But he is what he is from saving someone, and he can't shrug and shoo her along just because she says it's fine.]
[It aggravates him, too, that all this could come from some stupid message on a wall. It shouldn't bug him this much, shouldn't be so intense, but here he is still.]
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(Or rather, the truth is that she's too desperate to dismiss even the smallest sliver of usefulness that could get her back to protecting Madoka.)
Homura doesn't bother answering his question. He won't believe her (likely) or he won't get it (chances are good), so there's no point in explaining why she does anything. She just turns to head towards the door. She doesn't sound angry at all.]
I'll do this on my own.
[As usual.]
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[God damn it.]
Wait!
[He moves after her, orange tail lashing out just above the floorboards. What is it with dumb, reckless teens throwing themselves to danger at the first push? He'll follow her out the door if she keeps going.]
You can't just go alone. That's practically asking for probability to take a shit over you and dump you into danger. Shouldn't you—fuck—try to verify it? Ask the network if anyone knows the username? You're being stupid about it.
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[And really, it seems likely that adults would do so to keep a couple of kids from going out to explore on their own.
She may have slight trust issues.]
I'd rather find the truth on my own than rely on someone else. [Because that has literally never worked out for her. Ever.]
I just want to say I love your Homura already
[Still following. He's not going to stop unless he has to, or unless she gives a real good reason to let her go it alone. She hasn't yet. He doubts she will.]
Thank you! I still feel a little shaky with her voice so that is appreciated.
[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!
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.
Thxxxxx
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.
it's a good 'Homura pls' icon
['Trying to save everyone is ridiculous,' she'd like to say. 'You'll only hurt someone who actually matters to you.'
But she doubts he'd listen.]
'Homura pls' is a good emotion
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.
lbr it's the best emotion when dealing with her
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.]
their issues are just grating against each other like crazy and I love it
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.]
fingers crossed for time traveler trauma bonding
... Not that she'd be able to do much in this state aside from be really angry, but yes.
Eventually she slows down a little, more because of the cold and the snow than anything. Her heels were not made for this weather.]
... Are you at all worried about yourself?
[She's starting to wonder that. If he's concerned this is going to be dangerous, self-preservation should kick in, right?]
if we both make it in I would seriously love CR in game
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.
Yessssss please
Hey, for all she knows he just really likes saying I told you so.]
But it'll be safer for you. [Obviously.]
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It's not me I'm worried about.
[There's a stiff edge to his voice.]
Maybe if we weren't nerfed to shit and you had some crazy, jacked up super powers I wouldn't care, but that's not what we're dealing with.
[Everyone back home has plenty of that, ways to defend themselves or the others who need protecting, better than he can. And it's not like they can fight the monsters here, even if he had his sword still. But if he can just out-stubborn her...]
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No, we're in a situation that calls for a sense of self-preservation. [It might be rude and hypocritical of herself to point this out, but....
Hairflip.] I wonder if you have any.
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[Instead he stares at Homura, hiding incredulity behind his sunglasses. Did she seriously just flip her hair at him? What does she think this is, an anime?]
[He sighs.]
Can we maybe not argue about who has the most depressing self view?
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[They can both be total hypocrites, that's fair. She is also comfortable letting an awkward silence fall around them. Most silences that involve her tend to be awkward, no getting around that.]