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.
[ i have decided that of course she is like on the other side of town so HA on you, mikaelsons. klaus sighs. ] Of course you're quite far; leave it up to these grand machinations to keep us isolated. Head west. [ he needs to tell her, and it can't wait. ] There are dangers, Rebekah. Monsters. [ the hunters become the prey, it seems. this time, there's no mistaking the gut-eating concern he holds for her. ] They'll kill you, if they get too near. You must be careful. And you must be inside before dark.
And of course they've left us weaponless against them. [Both figuratively and literally. While her powers would be ideal having a sword or something to protect herself with would be something. Better than this.]
I'll head in your direction.
[Even she knows in such situations they are better off sticking together.]
He nods, taking a moment to look around for anything to make into a weapon... Because he's skillzy like that. Still seeing little worth taking he picked up his bag and looked at her nodding again to signal for her to lead the way.
[Totally confident. Totally bold. He is Thor, son of Odin, Prince of Asgard.]
Is there any reason why I should be?
[And then, almost on cue, there's a conspicuous sort of thump from his end. It sounds like it's coming from somewhere not in his immediate vicinity, but close, like another room or, well, outside.]
[ a sigh. ] I think I finally understand why a friend of mine was so insistent on physically training mages. Even tomes have their limits.
You know ... that's a good point! How are they adjusting so well to this kind of situation? [ He rubs his chin thoughtfully. ] Maybe we're missing out on something.
A voice speaks from the darkness, firm, a little ragged-sounding, but gentle. A tablet is brought into view, marking him as distinct from the monsters that sometimes lurk in buildings like these, and it is lifted up so his face is partially cast in its glow, and he reaches up with his free hand to pull back the hood obscuring part of his face as well, revealing himself as a show of good will. He is no mysterious attacker.
"My name is Enoch. I'm only another prisoner of this place."
You could always get a mini-workout carrying the thick thing around but... well, I'd feel a bit bad tossing around such a nice book.
It might be experience, but eugh at the same time there's just wishful thinking "I don't want to deal with this", you know? [ But maybe... it wouldn't hurt to ask. She mentally noted she could do that next time, it could help other people having a hard time getting sleep too. ] I sure doubt counting sheep is really working for me anymore, and thinking of people I miss just makes me sad...
[God damn, that was a thumping noise from some beast ramming into a window, but apparently the window was made from Bullshittium™ and held. He needs a better wtf mate icon, but in lieu of that this is the closest approximation. Enjoy.]
I heard noise earlier but I thought nothing of it.
[He's just kind of bemused because suddenly the thumping noise out front makes sense, and yet this feels weird because clearly, normally this would be the point in which they'd rip through the kitchen wall like the Kool-Aid man and he'd whack them with a hammer.
And yet it's not happening.
Huh. Gonna take a few moments to take this in. Gonna try the knob to the door. Knob is also made from Bullshittium™.]
I would think they'd have burst through by now. How long has this been going on for you?
[ If they (whoever They are) were going to make these things ridic strong, you'd really wish they invested in soundproofing too, huh? But life isn't fair, and as far as things making sense goes, we're in Winter Wrongerland. ]
Well, I haven't found anything like a good watch or clock yet but... I'd say it's been ten minutes if not more.
[ She pauses. ] ... You don't think whatever they are... they're just making these noises to mess with us, are you?
[No, Derek, you just don't know how to ask the right questions here, also he is not a walking bestiary or anything, he's trying his best here okay.]
If they're the same shadow people, then, yeah. A while ago the tablets or something else went totally crazy and there was this noise that wouldn't go away, and the only way to make it stop was to turn on a beacon on your tablet, and afterwards those things appeared and went after the people who'd turned it on. So, congrats, that means you're not on their list. I mean, they're still go after everyone they get close to, but if there's multiple people and one has turned on the beacon, that's who they're gonna target.
And yes I checked that, before you ask, both those who haven't turned on the beacon and those who have confirmed this.
oh bless i miss travajo or w/e it reminded me of that weird travel site
but he's not wrong in the observation that the bodies are just dead bodies, and jenna realises that almost - almost - as quickly as she sees them. it doesn't stop her heart from racing, though, and she presses a hand to her chest as she leans back against the door she just walked through. this all happens very quickly, and it's about then that she hears the other occupant and the whole process starts again. after all, things aren't supposed to cough in morgues, are they? ]
Who's there? [ she tries to sound braver than she is, tries to act braver too as she swings the door back to find--
...a person. smoking. well that ruins her moment of bravery. ] What the hell are you doing hanging around in a morgue?
i had been waiting for this one to open so i took it ;a;
[ He'd chosen this place because it was quiet, and insulated, and quiet. He'd been wrong twice out of three on that count, turns out. Eli coughs out the last of the smoke and what feels like his throat, before flicking on the rest of the lights that he could find.
Now that it's brighter, perhaps it'll dispel some of the death gloom.
Or not. Because those sure are dead bodies still on the slabs, and death looks ugly no matter where one ends up. ]
I figured no one wants to hang out in a morgue, it'd be quiet. Guess I was wrong.
[He's a little breathless from his run, but much of the softness of his voice is in relief at the kid not being injured.]
It's dangerous to rest out here, it's too cold.
[The poor kid...he knows that when they crash, they crash hard, but while it wouldn't be uncommon to see children worn out from playing lazing under trees or in the shade of a building, this environment is something else entirely.
He offers a hand to help him up.]
Come, I can help you to shelter.
sorry about the late reply, had no internet access thursday thru sunday :(
What, that's not good enough for you? [ She's almost offended, but mostly on another kid's behalf. From what she's seen, they adjust to situations better than most of the adults she knows - once they get past the 'completely helpless' phase, anyway. It's hard not to take the discrediting personally; if there's one thing she prides herself on having, it's know-how. An edge creeps into her tone, noticeable even though she continues to keep her voice down. ] He's here, seeing and hearing the same shit we are. Take it or leave it, I don't care.
[ Honestly, she'd cross her arms if it weren't for the the tablet she's holding up. Her immediate response is a scoff, but it goes unrecorded. ]
'Some' meaning 'you', right? 'Cause you can call it whatever you want -- I'm still not about to be your guinea pig. [ Even if she already went through the trouble of making herself a pretty sick club out of a table leg. ]
There's nothing to make weapons out of - never is. It's like they scoured the whole place, leaving only strategically placed and apparently useless items. She has two dog leashes. Luckily she's creative enough to use them as rope.
[ when she's got it into a position she feels is sufficiently blocking the door jenna all but collapses into a sitting position, leaning heavily against the chest of drawers with a hand over her face. ]
Supernatural? [ she mumbles the question through her fingers, sighing heavily before she drops her hand to her side, lifting the device back up so she can suitably deadeye clarke ] Admin? I think I need to be..a little bit caught up to speed here. Who and what now?
[ it's not exactly an out of line question. she can hardly expect to a) make demands on his reasons for being down here, and b) not expect to be asked the same thing, and yet jenna still gives a surprised and affronted frown as the question is turned back on her.
it does however register how hypocritical this is moments later, and instead she just sighs and presses her fingers to her temple. this place has got her on an almost constant state of panic, and it's already starting to run her ragged. ]
I'm- [ is she going to manage to come up with an answer that makes sense? probably not, beyond 'it seemed like a good idea at the time' even she can't think of anything justified, and finally she just shrugs her shoulders and drops her hand back to her side. ] snooping. I'm snooping. I wanted to make sure there wasn't anything nasty down here before I got comfortable.
—Right, [ clarke replies, grimacing a bit. these new arrivals know nothing about what's going to happen to them. they're scared, but not as scared as they should be. ]
There was probably a welcome message on your tablet when you found it. [ a pause. ] Well, as welcoming as a kidnapping can be. That was from the Admin.
[ she purses her lips, raising her eyebrows. clarke is tired of talking about the mysterious admin. she wants to talk about the person behind the admin facade; if only she could figure out who that is. ]
They're the one who brought us here, the one who's ordering people to give us injections.
The voice from the darkness startles him. In that cover of dark, Nux balls his fists, ready to fight. Even though he'd found redemption, War Boys were not known to be the most rational and calm when faced with conflict. They were not trained that way. They wouldn't be very good at doing war if violence didn't come without thought. Out of his element, Nux isn't sure if this is a place for war. He hadn't known anything else. So this is how he prepares. If this stranger poses any threat at all, Nux would use whatever force is necessary.
However, the words were gentle, and the time Nux had spent away from the other War Boys had made him more receptive to that tone of voice. The strange glowing object causes him to take a step closer in curiosity. He's still cautious-- but the artificial light draws his full attention.
"Nux." His voice is rough, and he coughs a little against the cold air. "What is this place?"
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