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.
[Grrrrr-- wait a moment, she would recognize that voice anywhere! That had to be Dave, unless it was some creepy mimic monster that wanted her to think it was Dave, but she'd take that chance in the name of getting to see one of her best friends again.]
Dave? Is that you...?
[Calling out to him first just in case, it'd be potentially dangerous to just excitedly rush up the stairs.]
[It's a little familiar . . . but not. He'll still the chance to rest and take in his surroundings, trying to figure out what's happened as he admires the colors in the stained glass windows. He'd seen better, but it was something. He won't be exploring unless he hears someone else in the chapel.]
[Four]
[There's the sound of laughter, somehow, as the door to the shelter is flung open with a gusty swirl of snow. The figure that comes in is covered in white, and he'll shut the door with a thump, breathing in then sighing with another few chuckles. He has a big coat on, and he'll be shaking it out over here by the door. ]
That's some real heavy snow out there! Haven't seen it so thick in awhil--
[And darkness. Some more laughs, though they aren't quite as mirthful.]
Someone's here right? Hey, hello? Hello? Why is it dark?
[He'll definitely start walking into the darkness with his arms out; sorry if you get a poke in the eye.]
[Zelos can't really claim to have paid much attention to the list, past skimming it for any names he knew. It's not that he didn't care about the fact that people had died, but, well, they were dead. Nothing much he could do for them now, huh?
... Except when one of them pipes up on the network. Oh. Well, wasn't this freaky.]
If there is anyone out there, nothing we can do about it now. [ It's harsh, but it's the truth. If someone didn't make it indoors before the lock-down, they're on their own, and there's no point in worrying about it. She's not used to pulling her punches. The world was ripped out from under her way before she found herself here. ]
[ Norway doesn't really go to church often. Or ever. It's kind of weird to be in one, but it's one of the few locations he's come across. Empty is the first word that comes to mind when he enter, but he scans it and finds that he's wrong. ]
Den. [ Who else could that be? ] It ain't Jul. [ So why are you at church. ]
[She smiles, looking almost bemused as she opens the network up.]
It seems my brother isn't the only one with Jesus like qualities here if my untimely death is to be believed. Which it shouldn't be any more than his was.
[Klaus Mikaelson is not the messiah you're looking for.]
My name is Rebekah Mikaelson, like the one in the obituaries. Charmed, I'm sure.
"When I accepted the job, no one said I had to be," she returns, amusement in her voice. "Thank you for clearing that up. Here; I'll show you more about the tablets. Sometimes people find things they want to show others, and they send it, like a letter that comes to you instantly." She'll just carry on getting him familiarized with things, so he's as prepared as he can be.
[Okay, thanks for nothing @admin, for giving him that heart attack. Getting separated from your bff is bad enough, but thinking he's gone and died after that? Yeah, even worse. 10/10 would not recommend.]
Scott, oh my god, this is the last time we're ever doing the "you go that way I go this way let's hope they go after neither", okay? [He still looks frazzled, hair sticking in all directions like he's been running his hand through it way too much way too often in the last few hours.]
Also I'm pretty sure this is the first time the obituaries have lied. I mean, obviously I don't personally know everyone who's died, but at least the ones that have come back? Always confirmed. [So excuse him for freaking the fuck out.]
No, you couldn't, okay, they'll kill you with one touch, you literally CAN'T TOUCH THEM, so please stop talking about trying to take them okay? or at least let's think about alternate strategies that involve killing them in a no-touchy way.
[ You would have a really fucked up bastard son, Roose.
Jane has no way of knowing he's never even heard of a toaster, especially when he does nothing to let on, so when he doesn't mention it she assumes she succeeded in annoying him and allows herself a moment of private gloating. In this sense, she really, really missed people. ]
I think we've got bigger things to worry about than something that isn't actively trying to kill us. [ Which she considers to be a very nice change. There are definitely other new arrivals to Norfinbury having a harder time adjusting than she is. Figuratively speaking, a lot of this is familiar territory. Been there, done that, got the gore-spattered t-shirt to prove it. ]
... Anyway, I heard from some kid that you can't even get the doors to open after eight. What you should be worried about - [ She doesn't even realize how often she slips into this role, of correcting people, trying to show them better. ] - is getting stuck out there.
[A device is on the floor, screen looking up underneath a skinny rusty canine, muzzle pointing at a wooden door with its teeth slightly exposed.
It looks down on a wooden scrape and creak, bristling, and talks in a high, compressed whisper without moving its mouth.]
Guys, do you hear that?
[He pauses to sniff the doorway. There's another creak and he jerks his head back, hair on the back of his neck standing straight on end.]
What's out there...? They can't get in, can they?
B. Action.
[Toboe's gait's slowed a bit, and as his mind's been wandering, so have his steps. It's still daytime, right? There's got to be some time left in this moving from spot-to-spot to forage something, which there shouldn't be a downside to - doubtful he's the only one in town who's hungry.
He keeps thinking he smells things he doesn't, though, out of wishful thinking: sausages cooking through windows back in the city, that slightly-old deer that the pack found way back when... even the whiff of Lunar Flowers, out of the element of nostalgia to dragging along a snowy path like this.
None of them are bad smells, but with one more sniff in the air conjuring up a scent that immediately vanishes, he's pretty well aware he's reminding himself of things that aren't there.
He leans - and then "lightly flops" - into a nearby snowdrift. Speaks up lightly.]
It feels like it's been a year since the last time I smelled food...
[ Said with a pointed Look because Werewolf Jesus never willingly leaves his sidekick behind. ]
But they didn't catch us, so...?
[ He shrugs his shoulders, offering an optimistic — if sheepish — smile; it's truly sad that 'okay' and 'not dead' have started to have the same meaning, but he tries to think on the bright side. Because if you don't think on the bright side here, you'll probably end up stabbing yourself with a rusty fork. ]
I don't know, maybe the person who writes the obituaries wasn't paying that much attention? If it is a person and not, like... [ A giant, hideous, oozing behemoth??? ] You know.
There's hardly any information about anything. Trust me. All the books are either for children or romance novels. The locals couldn't have had absolutely no information about anything, so it had to be taken. There has to be somewhere they stockpiled them.
wait, no, he knows that voice. it's been a really long while since he last heard it, but he knows it. no amount of endless expansive dragging forever-long time could make him forget his friends' faces and voices (or at least that's what he tells himself to make him feel better). he hops the last few steps in a hurry, the opposite of her sensible caution. ]
"Very few people are important enough to change the entire galaxy." Only two, that Miranda knows of. "Or the entire world, if you're on a smaller scale. Are you that important?"
[Oh, hey, the guy was surprisingly calm, all things considered! He could appreciate that.]
Fair enough. [He chuckles.] Then again, that heartbeat could just be an illusion or a dream or something, right? Stay here a while and you start to believe most anything's possible.
i guess. we can't open these doors to let them in once it locks.
[Which is both a relief and terrifying on the other hand, to be honest. It's keeping those creatures out, but at the same time they don't have the freedom to choose to let others in if they might get back late.]
but. no. i haven't been here too long yet. couple days or so. why?
[ she smiles at the mention of him being a captain; they've had many types of people, but no captains yet, as far as she knows. maybe his skills will come in handy. clarke reaches out and shakes his hand, firm and almost diplomatic. she dips her head a bit as she does so, like a show of respect for his status. ]
My name is Clarke Griffin. It's nice to meet you, Captain Rogers.
[ she won't deny that it would have been preferable to meet him anywhere but here; still, clarke never turns down a potential comrade in norfinbury. if they keep bringing in more people like this, eventually they'll have enough numbers to effect change. there'll be more of them than there are of the admin's people. ]
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