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: HUNTING SEASON
You wake up in the morning to find that a new application has appeared on your tablet. It's labelled "SCAVENGER HUNT" and when you open it, you find a long list of items that, if the title is anything to go by, need to be collected. At first, the items seem rather innocuous; things like bottle caps, napkins, Scotch tape, mittens. As the list continues, though, the items become a little more interesting. Where are you going to find "one pint of type O- blood"? How does one collect a "cry for mercy"? Does the "human sacrifice" need to be human? Most importantly, what are you supposed to do with these items once you've collected them all?
Maybe you should check your list with the Network. Some folks might be willing to pool resources.
TWO: ONE, TWO, SKIP A FEW
Sometime yesterday, you noticed that a timer placed itself on the Network. Contacting the Admin about it provided no explanation, of course, and nobody's tablet buddy seems to have any answers. It started from zero and began counting upwards, seconds ticking away like lightning, but nothing was happening, so there was nothing to be done. Suddenly, however, you can't help but notice the count stutter and jump upwards to 99 hours in. And then, at 100, it stops and vanishes. As far as you can tell, nothing's changed, but it's disconcerting enough that you can't get it off your mind. Maybe someone else on the Network has some theories.
Action Prompts
THREE: WHAT WE DO WITH THE SHADOWS
You and your companion decided that, for whatever reason, this house was worth investigating. It took something unorthodox—like moving all the furniture to one place, illuminating certain segments of the room, reciting a message, or maybe something else—but by doing it, it seems you've invited another guest. It's a shadowy figure with no face and no discernible limbs, and it goes wherever you go, lingering behind you just so that you can only ever see it out of your peripheral vision. Your companion can see it well enough, though, and sometimes it follows them instead. It doesn't seem to be hostile, but can you know that for sure? Either way, lockdown has already fallen, and you're stuck with it through the night.
FOUR: WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?
You’ve just gotten comfortable for the night with your traveling companion when something odd happens. You hear an animal. A dog? A cat? A bird? Maybe the sound is coming from outside, or in the other room. Maybe you feel it brush or flutter past you without anything being there. Or maybe you even see it…just out of the corner of your eye, as it darts around a corner. You feel like maybe it’s trying to alert you to something, somehow. Or maybe you just really want to see if you can coax it out. Careful, though, get too close too quickly and you may aggravate it. As phantom as the animal may seem, the claw marks you receive for your trouble feel very real.
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snowblindmemes2016-09-14 07:59 pm
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1922, only four years after the war ended. You have the self possessed conversational skills of a man, and not a particularly young man. Perhaps thirty to thirty five. This means you served. All men of the right age served, unless too sick or a contentious objector, who went to prison. With a surname like Solomons, you're not a Quaker. It's statistically unlikely you were too sick to fight. Possible, but unlikely. You're also friends with John, he tends to gravitate towards fellow military men. Some sort of bonding experience.
Your syntax is British even if the settings on the tablet convert your spelling to American. I can narrow that further to England, the South, most likely in one of the districts of London, 'mate'.
A man with a legitimate profession is more trusting, you immediately resorted to distraction, avoidance, and bargaining. Necessary traits for a man working on the wrong side of the law.
Jewish, London, 1922, underworld. Elementary, really.
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Why should I be that interested?
[He's burning with it.]
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A copy of John's casebook.
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He's not going to give in.
He hangs up.]