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.
[ Jane catches herself nearly agreeing. Miranda Lawson, Ceberus Agent, knows exactly how annoying it is to remove blood from a white catsuit. Jane Shepard, colonist, cries about shooting pests on her family's farm. ]
I suppose that's true.
[ Miranda doubts she'll be getting much sleep tonight. She leans against the wall for support, but doesn't sit yet, as she casts about for a topic of conversation. ]
"The family estate is in Qarinus in the Tevinter Imperium. I, personally, have been making my home in the Frostbacks on the border between Ferelden and Orlais." Dorian answered honestly but not completely. "And you? Where are you from Jane?"
That's quite a list of places Miranda didn't recognize. Ferelden and Orlais sound like the highest order of classification, there; she made a note to research it if she ever got access to the extranet in this god forsaken place.
"A small colony on Bekenstein in the Serpent Nebula. We were involved in manufacturing, before the war."
Edited (I keep slipping into brackets like a genius, sorry. ) 2015-07-25 21:16 (UTC)
"You're correct," Miranda says with an invisible shrug. "Wherever we've been taken is a long way from home."
She says it lightly, as if it doesn't burn her to know that she's lightyears from home and with no sign of the war that dominated her life for two years.
"That would mean- Ah." Dorian stopped. "What was living in a nebula like?" he asked cautiously, suddenly feeling very awake. "It must have been very... bright? Have you taken anything recently? Lyrium by chance?"
"You seem quite preoccupied with mind-altering substances, Dorian." Miranda's a little amused that it's come back to that. "But I stick to wine. The nebula makes for beautiful scenery, but it's not usually disruptive. The comm buoys go down, sometimes, and ships may need to be landed manually."
"They go well with gambling," Dorian said dryly, buying himself a little time to think about the rest of her reply.
"You come from a very different place than I do." He said at last. Assuming she was being honest and not just seeing what she could get him to believe. "The last time I was on a ship I was seasick the entire time."
The memory of her last night out with Shepard hits her from nowhere. He'd been put-together in something other than a leather jacket, for once, and she'd pulled out all the stops on an Asari gown. 'Get this woman more wine!' It's a bittersweet memory, and one she puts away before it can sour what's been a pleasant enough conversation. (Pleasant enough considering the lies, and the not-joking jokes about murder, and Miranda's fingers still curled around the edge of the board.)
"Travel on the water itself is something of a luxury in my time. Most people don't have the free time to submit themselves to the elements willingly."
Dorian laughed. "I can only imagine." He shook his head in the dark. "I am not very skilled with the outdoors. My homeland is sunny much of the year and I prefer to spend my time in cities. Not that that seems to matter to whoever is in charge here."
"I don't think they took our vacation itinerary into account," Miranda says, dryly. "But I have to admit it's bloody better than where I was. We don't have very many cities left."
"That sounds rather unpleasant." Dorian didn't offer sympathy because it seemed to him it would ring hollow when he knew non of the people involved and couldn't do anything to help. "Does that make this a break from the disaster or a detour from duty?"
"Both, I suppose." It had hardly mattered in the end. Either Shepard succeeded, or he didn't. Either he came back, or he didn't. "I imagine the war goes on without one misplaced colonist."
She doesn't sound too emotional about that; a little wistful, perhaps, but her pain is her own.
"That's one perspective," Dorian said a little wryly. "I'm afraid I'm not as humble as you are." There was a thread of anger there at the disruption to his life.
"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?"
"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."
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I suppose that's true.
[ Miranda doubts she'll be getting much sleep tonight. She leans against the wall for support, but doesn't sit yet, as she casts about for a topic of conversation. ]
Where does the house Pavus call home?
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"A small colony on Bekenstein in the Serpent Nebula. We were involved in manufacturing, before the war."
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He'd noticed that her accent was unusual. Not one he'd found in the Imperium, the south, or among the dwarves.
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She says it lightly, as if it doesn't burn her to know that she's lightyears from home and with no sign of the war that dominated her life for two years.
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"You come from a very different place than I do." He said at last. Assuming she was being honest and not just seeing what she could get him to believe. "The last time I was on a ship I was seasick the entire time."
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"Travel on the water itself is something of a luxury in my time. Most people don't have the free time to submit themselves to the elements willingly."
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She doesn't sound too emotional about that; a little wistful, perhaps, but her pain is her own.
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