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.
[ She really shouldn't. There's still no telling how sensitive those things tromping around outside are to sound, and it would be pretty fucking dumb if she riled them up over this. Just who their unwelcome guests are isn't something she's looking to figure out firsthand. Like Roose, she's more than willing to sit back while someone else goes bravely forth.
Jane eyes her tablet, just barely aglow on its lowest brightness setting. Well, it's not like she has to yell in order for him to hear her. That's the beauty of functioning technology, and in the end, it's too much of a novelty to resist. She brings the tablet up to her lips to speak into it as if it were a radio, voice just barely above a murmur. ]
Yeah, then maybe afterwards they can go find out what happens when you stick a knife in a toaster. [ The night is dark and full of people who think they're funny, Roose. ] Nice try.
o hi jane (voice; @housebolton now with moar username)
[ Funny? Oh, no no no. His beloved bastard of a son is much more skilled at the art of dark humor. This is an entirely 100% sincere and legitimate suggestion.
Kind of.
If someone actually did open the door, it truly would answer a lot of questions. Perhaps trigger a string of casualties along the way but at least their deaths won't have been without reason.
Either way, he has... no fucking idea what a toaster is. He can, at the very least, deduct it's some sort of... contraption perhaps, that toasts (logic). Or something held over a fire. Whatever. Figuring out the reference would be more unnecessarily wasted efforts and time. He's not modern-day-tech-savy enough at this point to comprehend the sorcery of electricity. Not even with this blasted tablet in his hand. ]
You're telling me you aren't in the slightest bit curious to find out what lies behind that door of yours?
[ He pauses, taking a moment to let the thought sink in. ]
[ 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.
[ 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.
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. ]
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snowblindmemes2015-07-24 04:23 pm
cha cha slides in here (voice, @janedoe)
Jane eyes her tablet, just barely aglow on its lowest brightness setting. Well, it's not like she has to yell in order for him to hear her. That's the beauty of functioning technology, and in the end, it's too much of a novelty to resist. She brings the tablet up to her lips to speak into it as if it were a radio, voice just barely above a murmur. ]
Yeah, then maybe afterwards they can go find out what happens when you stick a knife in a toaster. [ The night is dark and full of people who think they're funny, Roose. ] Nice try.
o hi jane (voice; @housebolton now with moar username)
Kind of.
If someone actually did open the door, it truly would answer a lot of questions. Perhaps trigger a string of casualties along the way but at least their deaths won't have been without reason.
Either way, he has... no fucking idea what a toaster is. He can, at the very least, deduct it's some sort of... contraption perhaps, that toasts (logic). Or something held over a fire. Whatever. Figuring out the reference would be more unnecessarily wasted efforts and time. He's not modern-day-tech-savy enough at this point to comprehend the sorcery of electricity. Not even with this blasted tablet in his hand. ]
You're telling me you aren't in the slightest bit curious to find out what lies behind that door of yours?
[ He pauses, taking a moment to let the thought sink in. ]
I, for one, most certainly am.
'w'/ (voice forever probably)
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.
no subject
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.
sorry about the late reply, had no internet access thursday thru sunday :(
[ 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. ]