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.
[GOOD he was starting to think you were an impersonator or something here, no-longer-wolfman.]
No, I've been sitting here reading a book on constellations.
Yes, I've done all the research I can, except that's not really much at all, seeing how there's no information on them available anywhere, but I've talked to the others, asked what they've seen, so at least now we know enough about who they go after, and all the ways you can't beat them. Outrun them, yeah, but not kill, at least not so far.
[Also EXCUSE U he has considered making napalm out of that lighter fluid, except he doesn't have enough of it to make it yet, he needs to find at least another one -- but then, Derek, then he'll have a jar of napalm and don't you dare scoff at his ideas ever again.]
[WELL EXCUSE U SCOOTER BOY actually never mind that was totally his idea.]
I know, but in case you didn't notice, there wasn't exactly a better option available at the time! I just wasn't counting on finding an obituary with your name on it, dude, and just for the record, those were not the greatest thirty minutes of my life.
[Please never do this to him again. Or, well, @admin please never do this to him again. And alright, fine, so maybe all's well that ends well and other Shakespearian bullshit, but the idea of the admin not paying attention?? Yeah, sorry Scott, you're getting an incredulous look and an eyeroll.]
Yeah, the "person" who writes them somehow magically knows everything that's happening here, exactly who has died and where so they can be moved to the morgue, and they somehow make the mistake of announcing the death of someone who isn't actually dead? Don't tell me that actually sounds plausible to you. [And that's not even touching the whole "is it even a person" thing. So far, Stiles's best guess is something like a seer or maybe a giant A.I. who keeps track of them through the tablets.]
I'm pretty sure the touch of death still works even through clothes, so
[Actually yeah that's a better idea let's talk about grenades instead.]
Well, yeah, we could make like a molotov cocktail, but we'd need gasoline for that. I guess we could make napalm, the homemade version, I already have a lighter so that's lighter fluid covered, and the market will have something with sugar.
[ Don't open the door? A brief, breathy chuckle escapes his throat. ]
I won't make things easy for them. [ But that didn't stop the situation from wearing down his already fragile nerves. Trapped, alone, with no chance of completing the reunion and fulfilling Mother's wishes: it made him itch with violence. ] They have to make it in on their own if they want to eat me.
[ The idea seems to amuse, and his grin shifts, softening. Humans were worthless, despicable beings, but they had their moments of fascination. He stops his movements, raising leather gloved hands up in a mockery of surrender.
Is this better Kyoko? He totally seems genuine. :| ]
[Any company Enoch's had has since gone their own separate ways. Their own personal missions, not wanting to set foot inside the school...whatever the reason, he's alone again, and he regrets it every step. Deep down, he knows it's silly to pick company over food. It's silly to regret. He needed to come back to the school, get more food. Even if it was frozen and hardly edible, as such, it was still food.
Something catches his eye, though, as he heads south hoping to find his companions again. Something in the snow. A vague shape - living? He picks up his pace, watching the figure resolve warily. Is that fur? Hair? It's hard to see in the snowfall from this distance. Whoever or whatever it is doesn't seem to be moving much, though, so he starts to jog towards it instead, hoping that, if it is a living being, he can save them.]
[ Roose opts to play along for now, keeping quiet while he listens to the, what he deducts as, illogical drivel for the time being.
He can't help but flash the faintest hint of a bemused smirk at that second part though. Truly, Roose isn't a man to show much emotion aside from his usual deadpan but--this is almost precious. ]
A child told you this?
[ But really, he has nothing else to go off of here, so he'll leave it at that. ]
Should I be worried about becoming one of the fallen, then? [ Another thoughtful pause. ] Unfortunate, really. Resorting to the tactic of locking ourselves inside in fear of something we know nothing of. Some would call that cowardice.
"I like to think so." Dorian knew that wasn't really an answer. "There are few people as charming and handsome as I am. Surely that must count for something."
[Hearing his recognition and his hurried steps, Jade rushes forward to close the gap between them, excitedly pulling Dave into a tight hug -- her first human contact in three years. As such, there's a touch of neediness to it, and she gives one extra squeeze before pulling back slightly to look at him, ears perked up and expression ecstatic. Jade can feel herself threatening to tear up, but she tries her best to keep it in as best as she can.]
[ jenna might not be cut out for this, necessarily, but she's damn good at handling herself when she's freaking out. it's admirable, in a way — being entirely unprepared for a situation such as this but not falling into a sobbing heap is an achievement here. ]
Yes — anything will do. Just try to barricade it as much as you can. The doors lock at night, so you don't have to worry about them getting in then. They might stare at you through the windows, though.
[ she speaks from personal experience. ]
They're... I don't know. I didn't believe in the supernatural, but— that's no human or animal. It's some sort of creature. Supposedly ones the Admin doesn't want here, if they're to be believed.
[He almost brushes it off when he smells he's not alone. Almost. But at the very least, he looks, starts to raise his head.
Oh, dear, that's a person! A quick 'n relieving pleasant surprise shifts into a spark of urgency - he squirms deeper into the snow, and brr, it's cold, but he doesn't pin himself down long; doesn't take much more than a thought to get his human guise up.
He's not having much of an easy time making out visuals through the snowfall, either. That said, provided whoever's approaching is human, they'll see a kid sitting up in the snow, as opposed to a scraggly wolf getting to its paws baby-giraffe-style.]
Who --
Who's there?
[He doesn't yell (and the cold's probably playing a part in keeping his voice soft), and he doesn't sound scared - he's assuming off the top of his head that there's no reason to be - but caught way off-guard and self-conscious? Sure.]
Thorfinn was used to the snow, it had never bothered him much having spent his earlier years in Iceland* he was okay with it but he knew to fear it. It was when he found his way into the church that his eyes went wide. Sure, he had seen churches before but stained glass always seemed to amaze him. He was still a little out of it from what had happened before he arrived so he sat on one of the pews his mind idly wondering why people cling to such places. His gods seemed much easier to please.
Having heard a noise he turned fast, snarling as he grabbed for his knives... before remembering they were gone.
[ She had very narrowly made the window to safety this time around, and her legs were exhausted from carrying herself and her newly found baggage all this way only to find a home that barely looked like it could hold itself together. It was better than nothing, Lynne figured. But as she sat down leaning against the wall, she couldn't let go of that lingering bad feeling in her gut about this place. Like it was still not any safer than outside. But beggars can't be choosers...
It was dreadfully dark, but she wanted to take a look see at the things she had picked up again today. She looked down at the new tool in her hand for a second, before jolting up and darting her eyes around at the appearance of an unwelcome sound. A long, groaning, thoroughly unpleasant creak. That wasn't the door, was it? Her heartbeat accelerated, and she could feel herself sweating. Maybe that was just her imagination? ]
EEEEEEK!
[ In a jolt she tumbles forward, items falling unceremoniously from her lap to the floor with loud clanks on impact. She could've sworn she just felt the cold chill of the winter wind touch her back, along with the grating noise of the wall behind her twisting. But when she looked at it, the wall still looked the same. But then it started again. Louder, and louder, the wooden structure sounded like it was going to come apart of itself. As if it were going to burst. Lynne grit her teeth and hurriedly picked up her belongings, hiding herself underneath a table. Maybe if they didn't see her, they would leave her alone?
The noises didn't stop, and they were on, and off again. Louder, quieter. From the same room, and from a distance. Lynne couldn't perceive a sense of whether she was in more or less danger than a few minutes prior. Eventually, she decides to pull out her device, and turned on the audio. She's very loud. ]
Nobody else's houses have broken in on them have they!? [ They'd probably be too dead to reply if there actually was, but, you know. She's just frustrated right now. ]
action: FOUR
Lynne breathed a sigh of relief she made it. It was another long day, but she accomplished a lot things considered and she was happy about that. But when she turned around, she catches a glimpse of a... person? But was it a person? The sudden veil of darkness--from the blizzard, she assumed--made it hard to tell, and it was hard to distinguish if they were still standing in the same place as before. That was only a glimpse for a second, too soon to tell the stranger's expression as malicious or no, but long enough to know she wasn't alone.
Her shoulders tensed up.
For all her jumpiness in personality, Lynne was still, technically, a professional detective now. She took a deep breath, and she reminded herself to remember her training. How composure was always the appropriate method to deal with any situation. But boy would she feel safer right now if she actually had her gun on her... Her finger twitched at the door handle, as if the place where she would normally have her finger on the trigger, more for safety measure than actual threat. You never knew what to expect here.
But, again, she had no gun. Or any other means to defend herself really... except maybe if she grabbed that nearby furniture in case of an emergency. So she gulped down her hesitation, and raised her voice, but not in any intentionally aggressive way.
"Are you also staying here for the night?"
She's assuming whoever it is is friendly, for now... but part of herself wonders if it's just to serve as self-reassurance.
Running water, heat, food that's not in these weird... packaging... things. [ Jim ticks them off on his hands as he goes. ] I tried to tell whoever's running the place last time, but you know, they just weren't interested.
He was not great when it came to English so his brown eyes narrowed as he slowly stood. He hated being unarmed and started to stand up slowly, he didn't need to be armed to be dangerous but this place was not one he takes easy.
"English...not...so good." He didn't know what she was saying, he knew so little words in English. However, he was good with body language so he didn't think she was too much of a threat yet.
In the moment the rig began to flip, Nux's mind was the clearest it had ever been. His senses filled with Guzzolene and Chrome and fire, witnessed by one of the few people he cared about in all the Wasteland. His half-life ended on that day. Valhalla was just beyond the darkness.
This-- was not what he expected. The frigid wind bit his bare skin like Larry and Barry, his (now silent) mates, used to. It was not a hall of heroes but a different kind of wasteland. Pushing the shock aside, he knew he had to keep moving. Somehow, despite his abandonment, he felt stronger than he had in over 300 days. Not even bitter cold would crack this tough nut.
Action THREE: KYRIE ELEISON
This was unmistakably a place of worship, but it was no god that Nux had even known. Heavy bolts were the only decoration that looked familiar (the Cult of the V8 had a certain practical ascetic), but the strange designs in the stained glass held Nux's attention for quite a while. He stood still, wondering if the icons in the pictures were recorded somewhere in the stories told by the History Men. Not that Nux remembered many of those tales. There had been more interesting things to do than listen to old me talk. He just knew he wanted to be a part of them one day. (He was witnessed, and he believed Capable was safe somewhere. Maybe he still had that chance.)
Finally, he followed the stairs leading down, curiosity eventually getting the better of him. Nothing made sense to a former War Boy who had only known one way of life ever since he was old enough to walk. Maybe he would find something in his search. Anything would be better than not knowing.
As he descended, the smell of death was familiar-- and greatly unwelcome. What would he find as he explored farther? Nothing good, that was certain.
Action FOUR: LIGHTS OUT
Nux fled the cold, finding the only shelter he could against the elements. It wasn't large, but maybe it held something worth scavenging. Coverings or supplies or (if he had any luck at all) a ride. Food. Milk. Guns. Anything to help keep him alive.
Nux had long lost hope that this was his final resting place in Valhalla.
No sooner had the door clicked closed behind him than the shape of a man caught Nux's eye. A jolt of alarm ran through his body, and he tensed-- preparing to fight. Before his eyes were able to focus on the form, the room was thrown into darkness. Darker than even the deepest depths of the Citadel. Nux froze, listening for a sound from the form he'd seen. Had feral blood finally turned him mad, or was an enemy waiting in the shadows to pounce? He'd survived too many days against all odds to lose to a coward in a place like this.
or burned them. Think about it. they brought us here with the intention to kill us. you really think they would give us a more of a chance than they wanted us to have?
[wait hold up there's actually important information in there. okay, there are moments when derek actually relies on stiles for details, but sometimes it takes such a frustratingly amount of time he wants to just say screw it and deal with the issue himself.]
do they target specific people?
[ya alright let's just wait 500 years for you to find more lighter fluid, stiles.]
[ she almost wishes they did. it's a far easier motive to discern than the true one. ]
They've had plenty of opportunity to. The shots paralyze us; they could kill us then. They could lock the doors without warning and have us freeze to death, or stop stocking the food. If they wanted us dead, we would be dead.
They want us alive. I'm not saying their plans for us are any good, but we are alive in them.
You're right, though. The books might have been burned. I just have a feeling they weren't. They left photographs and protest signs, why burn the books?
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