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 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.
[ he is glad she's not dead. he's just too busy being put out about her comments and in a constant state of anxiety that she could die again and there's nothing he can do about it, nor anything else.
[ oh look, actual emotion from klaus. is that a bit of uneasiness, maybe? ] A select few have been known to lose their memory after their untimely fates.
It's what happened to me. [ to both of them, then. not that he doesn't have some suspicion to the contrary, but it's certainly a possibility he doesn't discount. ] Apparently.
[ let 'em both take a moment to not be comforted by this. ]
You died? [Klaus is even harder to kill than she is. Or should be. There might even be some concern in her voice because the idea of him dying hurts despite how pissed she should be at him right now]
Suddenly this is all seeming a lot less entertaining.
[ certainly whatever misgivings she might have towards him pale in comparison to the dilemma that faces them now. he hopes -- no, he demands -- that old adage of theirs must become part of their vocabulary once again. he senses the concern, if that's what it truly is, and even as it touches him, he already considers his sister's softness something he must rely on to keep her safe; to keep her by his side. ] For nearly a week, I was, though I have no recollection of being here at all. Perhaps your memories will return; in any case, I'm glad to hear you've lost your humor, considering we're all helpless here. [ and that's a pointed comment; they are helpless, on level with everyone else. ]
[Her stomach turns a little at the idea of him being dead for a week, for a multitude of reasons. For now those reasons outweigh any reason she might have to be angry with him.
For now.]
It must be dire for you of all people to admit that. [That he's powerless, that is.]
[ he only means to impress upon her how grave the situation is, but her comment throws him some; his eyes widen with minute and passing vulnerability, because it's true, and saying as such confirms he is powerless, powerless despite any laying in wait and searching for an ace to claim and stick up his sleeve.
so, obviously, he hesitates and introduces a topic change. ]
Where are you? [ your big brother wants to come protect you now bex ]
[ 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.]
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snowblindmemes2015-07-24 04:23 pm
Network 2: bring out your dead.
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.
[That's it, that's the post.]
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You're hardly the first, [ he is, thanks ] nor will you be the last, Rebekah.
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Considering how many people are coming out to say the obituaries are wrong I think someone might want to fact check a little better.
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this is all really inconvenient ok ]
Well, did you, sister? Die? Most have.
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[Which is disturbing within itself, the idea that she might have died and can't remember it.]
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Fantastic. So I might have died and just don't recall it. Lovely.
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[ let 'em both take a moment to not be comforted by this. ]
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Suddenly this is all seeming a lot less entertaining.
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For now.]
It must be dire for you of all people to admit that. [That he's powerless, that is.]
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so, obviously, he hesitates and introduces a topic change. ]
Where are you? [ your big brother wants to come protect you now bex ]
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I'll head in your direction.
[Even she knows in such situations they are better off sticking together.]