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: BUMP IN THE NIGHT It's dark out, and congratulations - you're inside! What's not inside, you might ask? Monsters. Shadowy monsters that have surrounded whatever house you've taken shelter in. They can't get in... or can they? From time to time, the doors and the walls creak as if under an unbearable pressure.
Who can sleep when it's like this? Maybe you should take to the network to find a distraction. Or maybe someone has advice for getting rid of those things.
TWO: BRING OUT YOUR DEAD We mourn the loss of those who have died in the time between the last announcement and this one:
...is that your name on that list? It might be. Maybe you should let the others know you're not actually dead. Or, you know, if you happen to spot the name of someone you know and love on there, it might be time to ask around and see if anyone knows what happened to your dearly departed...
Action Prompts
THREE: KYRIE ELEISON You've found yourself in a small chapel, complete with bolted-down pews, an altar devoid of symbols, and stained glass windows depicting various saints. It's quiet... one might even say dead quiet. Which is a really awful pun to be making, considering if you follow the stairs down to the basement you'll find a morgue.
Explore to your heart's content, but you'll be forced out at 7 PM. Hopefully you don't find any unfortunately familiar faces among the dead.
FOUR: LIGHTS OUT Against all odds, you've managed to make it to shelter for the night. You pull the door shut behind you and turn to look at your surroundings - and that's when you see it. A ... person. Is it a person? It's hard to tell, because a moment later, you're plunged into darkness.
...better hope that's another unfortunate visitor to Norfinbury you've been locked in with, and not something more threatening.
"You're correct," Miranda says with an invisible shrug. "Wherever we've been taken is a long way from home."
She says it lightly, as if it doesn't burn her to know that she's lightyears from home and with no sign of the war that dominated her life for two years.
They're books not cave paintings or hyeroglypcs whatever the hell those are Let's get one thing straight I've never bought one but people in my time are still people They have sex kid this isn't news
It's less sullying and more applying a warning label.
[ jenna isn't religious by any means. she's been to church a few times, her sister's wedding, a couple of christamses, one notable easter and funerals. more funerals than she can count, but she isn't a believer by any means. it's one of those things, like taking vitamins, that you just do mostly to keep people happy.
when she sees someone in the church, her first reaction is to-- well, to jump, honestly, because she'd thought she was alone and this place is far freakier than she could have imagined, but once she's over the initial jolt of shock and realises that he's praying, she pauses for a moment.
monsters tend not to pray, right? human or otherwise?
safe in the assumption that he won't try to murder her (which, really if praying is all the prerequisite needed to assume that she's going to be dead in a week) jenna moves to the pew across from him, silent at first. she may not believe, but she does have some respect for tradition.
..until curiosity gets the better of her, and she gently clears her throat. ]
"That would mean- Ah." Dorian stopped. "What was living in a nebula like?" he asked cautiously, suddenly feeling very awake. "It must have been very... bright? Have you taken anything recently? Lyrium by chance?"
[ !! she gave him her name on the first try... this is an accomplishment on his part, as far as he's concerned. ]
ok im guessin ur japanese? this looks like a japanese name so fujiwaras the last name right, i have a japanese friend so i know this shit now so i can just call u mokou
or mokou 'chan'?
[ marcos no... ]
anyway if i make it outta here alive were gonna hang out aight
okay good man dont scare me like that god i thought u were talkin to me about tits when shit was trying to break in and didn't even have something to hit them with tits are not worth it.
"You seem quite preoccupied with mind-altering substances, Dorian." Miranda's a little amused that it's come back to that. "But I stick to wine. The nebula makes for beautiful scenery, but it's not usually disruptive. The comm buoys go down, sometimes, and ships may need to be landed manually."
[no lies here, this is a pretty absurd situation. in another light, it would even be kind of comical. that's why Luke can't really bring himself to sound very worked up about the whole affair; rather, the voice broadcasted across the network sounds uncomfortable, awkward.
if you're going to tackle the bantha in the room, you might as well go full-throttle.]
Do we know who's keeping these records? I mean, I get why we need them. Between the weather and the... wildlife [if that's what you call shadow monsters,] it makes a lot of sense to keep track of who's with us and who isn't. We did something similar back where I was stationed for the same reasons.
[and here's where his frown becomes a little tighter, the indignant tones seeping out whether he likes it or now.] Thing is, they're not gonna help anyone if they keep being so inaccurate.
[but... what if that's the point? maybe it's some sort of intimidation game? a means of spreading distrust through false information? it seems like a dirty enough low to stoop to for whoever's keeping them here.]
...Maybe we should start our own. If anyone else with their name on the list is still alive, er— [the tightness loosens. the side of Luke's mouth curls up into a crooked little smile.] Raise your hand?
ACTION #3
[well, there are worse places to be stuck in. at least this time he can be grateful that he's in an actual building with basic insulation as opposed to some frozen, hollowed-out shack. considering what happened the last time he got himself lost in the middle of a blizzard, he's been practically privileged so far — and hey, he's still right-side up with both feet firmly on the ground. no ice caves, no wampas. so far so good, right?
there's not much to look at in here, and what little there is only serves to poke and needle at Luke's curiosity in ways he's not so certain are good. it's barren, practically spartan in design, which brings all sorts of imagery and words to mind, most of them negative. prison, punishment. the stained glass etchings only pull these impressions into a more concrete realm. figures of people are arranged in colorful patterns, most if not all of them wearing the same grave masks of quiet misery. even with the minimalist designs, Luke still feels something reproachful from their eyes so he tries to stop his own from lingering for too long. he doesn't need another reason to shiver.
he moves to take a seat on one of the empty benches, shifting a little as he settles in. a temple, then? it would certainly seem so, but it's not like any he's ever seen before. even the most modest shrines have something going for them, be it from religious symbols or whatever meager tributes they amass from their congregation. regardless, you can feel something when you enter one of those. it's an atmosphere, an emotion. it's not quite palpable in the sense that you can reach out and touch it, but it's still there.
it's funny. he's never been very religious. now, though...
Luke flexes his fingers. now he's not quite sure what he is. enlightened, he supposes? or maybe a better way to put it would be "awakened". it's getting to be strange how the most dreamlike qualities of his life are starting to feel more real than the parts that are grounded. it really is like stepping into a larger world; like living life inside a windowless house and discovering for the very first time that things exist outside. that's what he likens his training to: like having to learn what a cloud is and trying to pull it down into something more tangible, raw.
he stares down at his hands, thinking hard. it's quiet enough in here to meditate. maybe... maybe if he concentrates hard enough—
taking a big, deep breath, Luke closes his eyes and tentatively raises his left hand, palm open, fingers stretched. his breathing slows, controlled with the perfect deliberation Yoda has stressed time and again in their exercises. in his mind's eye, he imagines the legs of the pew he's sitting on and wills them to budge.
an inch. just one inch and then he'll know that he's not completely cut off from home, from everyone he's left behind, from the heartbeat of the galaxy itself.]
No, we've had confirmed deaths where data remained. It's possible some people are just too stupid to use the resources given to them. [ Miranda does not think much of these people. ]
Psychological warfare hardly seems out of the question to me.
yeah. ared is good. means you can hit them and get outta there before they know what happened. don't know where you'd go but you have a stick. strongest thing i found was a plastic broom.
"They go well with gambling," Dorian said dryly, buying himself a little time to think about the rest of her reply.
"You come from a very different place than I do." He said at last. Assuming she was being honest and not just seeing what she could get him to believe. "The last time I was on a ship I was seasick the entire time."
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