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: SEE THAT WE CAN SEE
It's late and you're settling down for the night when you notice a strange light coming from... outside? Through the heavy snowfall, you can just make out the haze of glowing eyes in the distance. Dozens of them. It's difficult to tell through the window, but they seem to be staring directly at you. Since it's after lockdown, you can't get outside to investigate, but maybe others in town are seeing the eyes too. You'd better take to the Network to see what's going on.
TWO: BEHIND THESE HAZEL EYES
You can't sleep. You've been trying, trying, trying. But every time you close your eyes, you see the eyes of the prophet etched into the insides of your eyelids. The symbol only seems to get brighter and clearer the longer you keep your eyes shut, the closer you get to drifting off. It chills you awake. Nothing seems to help. Maybe there are others on the Network who are having the same problem. Or, at least, someone who doesn't mind keeping you company through the long hours.
Action Prompts
THREE: THREE'S A CROWD
You and your traveling companion are exploring what looks to be a perfectly normal building when you notice something strange carved into the wall. Is that an eye? Strange indeed, but what's stranger is that new carvings keep appearing, always where you're not looking. Soon, the whole room is full of eye carvings. Is your companion doing this? If not them, then who?
FOUR: THE KNIFE'S EDGE
Most everyone in town still has eyes that are either glowing or shaped like the prophet's symbol, and your eyes are no different. These are the same eyes that made everyone attack each other a few nights ago. Every time you catch a glimpse of yourself, maybe in the reflection of a window or the video feed on your tablet, you feel a little sick. Unfortunately, your traveling companion's eyes look strange too, and they're the opposite of yours. Both of you are in danger if those murderous urges come back, which makes it difficult to trust each other after what you've been through. It's late at night when a dark thought crosses your mind--you do have a knife. Not that there's any reason to use it, of course... Right?
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snowblindmemes2016-12-14 08:29 pm
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[Not sorry at all.]
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[It's not his Steve, it makes it easier to say this, but still not easy.]
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[The name slips out without him really noticing in his annoyance.]
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[He glances over with a hint of annoyance. Oh, so he is Steve. Well.]
Making sure we're all safe with these symbols popping up is our biggest concern right now. That means working together. Like it or not, buddy, we're all stuck in this place. You can pretend you don't have to deal with us, but you're just lying to yourself. No matter what you do, wherever you go, there are still going to be people here. And I'd rather be with you than run into you. So I'm staying.
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You're not my jailer or my minder, I'm allowed to make the choice of who I travel with. I'm making my own contributions here, and they don't involve you. Go and help someone who actually wants you with them.
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I'm not your jailer so my opinion that you trying to isolate yourself is reckless and stupid doesn't count, huh? Sure, you can decide who you want to travel with. That's your choice at the end of the day. You can decide you don't like me.
I'm deciding that you shouldn't need a jailer to get backup. Maybe you beat everyone else back with that shining attitude of yours, but I'm not impressed. I think you look like you've spent a month crawling through Hell, and until I know you won't be stranded on your own, I've got nothing better to do here than make sure you're taking care of yourself. If you'd like to talk me out of it with something other than insults, I'm listening.
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[He's struggling to keep a control on his temper. This feels too much like being trapped, and it's getting right under his skin. If Steve wants to help, this is the wrong way.]
How about because I have the right to make my own choice about whether I travel with you, and I'm choosing not to. If you follow me, you're spitting on that choice and making yourself my jailer because you won't let me go.
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[He can get mad. That's fine. Although Steve is grateful to at least hear this now.]
Not agreeing with what you want isn't taking away your choice to want it. Or to do whatever you need to at the end of the day. I still respect that. But you're wrong here. Pulling away, putting yourself in more danger because you don't want to think of anyone around you as anything but a jailer? That's only going to get harder if you keep running from your problems.
Looking out for someone doesn't make me their jailer. And if I wait around for you to get that trough your head and start asking for people to help you without treating them like they're an obstacle, I might end up frozen again before it happens.
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[His jaw clenches, he does not want to be having this conversation with Steve Rogers.]
That's not you, we're not friends, so you can walk away.
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[He folds his arms.]
Call your friends. Get help.
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I don't need help right now.
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[That's right, he's rude.]
I'm not saying I'm the right choice. If you have friends you can trust, I'd be happy to back down for them. I want to give you your space. But I already let down enough people by just not being there when they needed me. You might not like it, but that doesn't mean you don't need the help. I'm not taking away your will here. If you want to disagree, go ahead. We can argue or fight it out and you can push me away as long as it takes until you run into your friends. Until then? I want the peace of mind knowing I didn't walk out on an injured man without the sense enough to know what state he's in and leave him to get ambushed. Even if he never asked me to. I'm doing it on my own.
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[That's not technically a lie, he's not been in any fights or had anything attack him in a while now. All that's wrong with him is physical in other ways - lost too much weight, dark circles under his eyes - and mental.]
If you're talking about my arm, it was amputated a couple of months back now. I can get by without.
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If you were in my position, would you let you go like that? I'm worried about you. Not as a jailer and maybe not as a friend, but as a decent human being that sees another guy who looks like he's been having a rough time lately. And from a kid that knows what a rough time looks like, that means something.
You don't have to trust me. You don't have to acknowledge me if you don't want to. I'll give you space and I won't say anything unless it's important. I won't get in your way.
But I can't leave you behind.
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It has impact.
His eyes widen and for a moment, just a moment, he looks sad and even hopeful. But then it all shuts down behind a blank expression again, voice rougher than before.]
You're not leaving me behind, just-- stop this.
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[Steve keeps his voice steady and low, but his expression is tight with emotion he's wrestling down. He manages to keep a straight face for the most part, except in the intensity of his stare. He's always a little too honest in his expression.]
You're telling me to go, to leave you on your own in this place against threats we don't know enough about, and to possibly lose you here without finding out until it's too late. We might not be personal friends, but if I walk away and something happens to you later, you think I'm going to rest easy knowing that? You gotta know me better than that.
[Even a complete stranger would know Steve couldn't live with that failure.]
At least keep me around for emergencies. I'm not asking you to trust me. I'll see to myself and if something happens, you'll have an extra pair of hands. I just want to know you're all right.
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[Something slightly more desperate breaks through Bucky's blank faced and terse exterior, though he too tries his hardest to keep a lid on it.]
You just said it yourself, we're not friends. We don't know each other, and you could do a lot more good with other people. Leave me alone.
[Please.
It doesn't quite make it out of his lips, but it hangs there unsaid all the same.]
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[Of course he doesn't. Steve knows that he can't possibly expect this man to understand him when they barely know each other, but he still manages to sound disappointed.]
If I can't help one person that is right in front of me, what good am I going to be to anyone else? We might not be friends, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm here now and you could use the back up. Whether you like having someone around or not. I will help other people. When they need it and when there's something that I can do for them. Right now, I can walk with you. It'll give me some peace of mind.
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This might not be his Steve, but that philosophy is very familiar. It's the sort of thing that made him a hero even before the serum, back when he was just this skinny kid from Brooklyn that never knew when to back down from a fight. It softens his expression even as it turns it more distressed, a strange mix.]
I can't have you around me.
[At least that's more honest, perhaps too honest.]
Not you.
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Why?
[Turning that question right back on Bucky.]
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You know my name, don't you?
[That's why.]
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I have a good idea. [Yes.]
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[Or does he?
This isn't his Steve, and the others have told him enough to know that the other Bucky was different. The Soldier had been a different thing, less complete, less pervasive, and his relationship with Steve had been different too.]
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[Instead of playing these guessing games. He isn't a mind reader. He doesn't know what Bucky is thinking or what he wants out of life. He can hazard guesses for days, but asking for a clear answer is much easier. And just smarter.]
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