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.
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ONE: THE THINGS THAT CRAWL IN THE NIGHT
You haven't thought about the spiders that roam Norfinbury in awhile. But then something happens one night. It's after lockdown and you're all alone, but you can't sleep. How can you, when every time you try to drift off you hear the sounds of scurrying little legs? The sound gets louder, it multiplies, until its all around you. But where--where? Maybe they bugs are beneath the wallpaper, maybe they're under the floorboards. Maybe they're in the furniture. Or maybe, maybe they're just in your head. The tablet is the only thing you have to turn to. Even if you're the only one experiencing these sounds, maybe someone can talk you down, convince you that it's just a brief episode of paranoia that you can unwind from.
TWO: IT WAS ONLY JUST A DREAM
You wake up late into the night. You dreamed you were crawling through a tight, closed space, your body scraping against the metal, and know you don't belong here. Where are you going? The vent is dark, and you don't have your tablet with you. You think there's someone behind you, but you can't be sure. You pull yourself forward with one of your arms. And then you pull yourself forward with your other arm. And then you pull yourself forward with a third--one you shouldn't have. One that doesn't even belong to you.
Once your eyes are open you can still feel those extra limbs extending outward from your body, thin spider legs grabbing at air, clawing for purchase--but then the feeling passes. You're just you, and now you can't get back to sleep. Maybe someone else had the same dream?
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THREE: RATE YOUR DISCOMFORT
You and your traveling companion have found an easy routine. Travel, search, hunker down, try to find a semblance of warmth and comfort for the night before you sleep and start all over again. You don't question when they offer you the last of the fresh fruit from your last run to the grocery store. It's a kind gesture, and perhaps you intend to return it the next chance you get. But the food sits uncomfortably in your stomach.
You can feel it, can't you? It's not churning inside of you but moving, squirming, crawling. Nothing relieves it. It doesn't hurt but you feel sick, you find yourself shuddering, but when you show your companion your shaking hands they don't seem to notice the way that your skin ripples with something unseen just underneath. Whatever you ate isn't just in your stomach. It's inside. You can feel it tickling up your throat, reaching up up up.
FOUR: IT SLEEPS BENEATH THE SNOW
You're almost there: the building is just ahead of you, and just in time for lockdown. The coast is clear...at least, that's what you think before the ground around the building begins to move. The snow shifts, snaking in a wide, giant circle around it. And then the monster reveals itself, snow falling from its hardened exoskeleton in chunks, a giant centipede-like anomaly with too-human eyes and hundreds of legs like stilettos decorated with razor blades.
It has you and your traveling companion in your sights--you're going to have to think faster than it can reach you if you want to get around it and into the house before the door locks and dooms the both of you.
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snowblindmemes2017-01-14 08:59 pm
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I hate to say this, but it might well be in your head, too, mate. That happens from time to time, but there's usually more than one person affected. As for getting attention, usually sticking your tablet in a vent will work, but then they'll take it and you won't be able to talk to anyone. Maybe skip that option, yeah?
I'm not sure the sound's going to go away. We could pass the time chatting, if you'd like.
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[These senses are so unreliable, faulty, it's a small miracle that anyone can live like this without going mad, much less most people.]
The noise is distressing, but I'll live. Thank you for the offer, and for the advice. I'm still learning the rules of the game, so to speak.
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[That reply comes very quick.]
So to speak, or otherwise. I'm not sure we've been formally introduced, by the way. Dr. John Watson. How do you do?
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["from a friend" is what he writes initially, but something draws him up short. He would very much like Dean and Sam to consider him a friend, especially after he gave everything for them, landed himself in this place to save them both, but the question is whether he should think of them that way. If this is meant to be his punishment - for his disobedience, for siding with them over Heaven - it would not be wise to express any sympathies towards the Winchesters.]
recently. I may be using it wrong.
I am Castiel. I'm doing poorly. It's very cold, and I'm hallucinating thousands of spiders.
How do you do?
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I think I'm better off than you, mate. Keep your chin up, though. Probably won't last through the night and you'll be safe.
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I am curious, though. How did you come to find yourself here? Due to the circumstances of my arrival at first I assumed I'd be the only one in this place.
[Or at least that there would only be other fallen angels like himself. It's rapidly become clear that that's not the case, though, so if this is not specifically a punishment for his arrogance and disobedience, then what?]
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I just woke up here. I went to bed in my flat in London and then I was in a strange room with a pack and jacket and snow outside. What do you mean the circumstances of your arrival?
[John has his suspicions, but it's rude to ask if someone's just died.]
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I acted in defiance of a direct order, derailing a critical mission and causing harm to a great number of my siblings in the process.
[This is very possibly the understatement of the millennium.]
The punishment for this sort of behavior normally involves much more isolation. [And fire.]
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How many siblings do you have, exactly?
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I did what I thought was necessary to end the fighting, but I may have doomed us all instead.
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Sounds like a bit of a rough week, mate.
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Is there any particular pattern to who arrives in this place or how? You said there were people here from places other than Earth?
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No particular pattern, no. There are a lot of people from Earth, but we're all from different versions of it. Mine just has humans, nothing alien or supernatural. I'm taking it yours is different from that.
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Most humans from the version of Earth I watch over believe the same of their world. Considerable effort has been made to keep it that way, mostly on the part of those few who know better.
[It's not intended as a correction or condescension - Castiel is well aware that there are thousands of thousands of worlds out there, and not all of them are so diverse as his own. He's merely trying to make conversation. People skills are not his strong suit.]
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Yeah, I've heard about places like that. Sounds interesting, certainly. We've also got a fair few who are fictional in each others' universes. That's one of the stranger quirks here.