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: BREAK.EXE You wake up with a new app on your tablet that has a picture of a mirror as its icon. When you open it, you find, unsurprisingly, a mirror. At the bottom of the screen is a single button labeled "BREAK". But when you press it...nothing happens to the mirror in the app. So what does happen? Maybe you hear the distant sound of a mirror breaking--a phantom sound, you find, as nothing has broken in the building you're currently staying in. Maybe you felt a crack render your own flesh. Maybe you felt it render something intangible inside of you. Whatever it was that happened, you're plagued with a sudden onset of foreboding. You have a feeling that your luck has just changed for the worse.
TWO: MIRROR MIRROR Something's wrong with the Network. No matter what you pick, video is still attaching to all your messages. But even stranger, all the videos feature you reflected in them. That's you, in another building, saying words that aren't your own--you're sure of it. What's going on? And is it the same for everyone else? Maybe you should talk around and check. Maybe it's just a temporary glitch.
Action Prompts
THREE: AN UNFRIENDLY FACE There's a strange mirror in the building that you and your traveling companions have stopped in. When you're not looking at it, you get the strangest feeling like someone is watching you, looming just over your shoulder. But when you look at it directly...at first, nothing happens. And then you see your companion behind you in the reflection. There's a weapon in their hand, and they look ready to plunge. Whether or not your companion is standing behind you or not, you turn to find that they're not poised to attack at all--and didn't see anything out of the ordinary at all.
FOUR: KNOCK KNOCK You and your traveling companion are having a horrible time sleeping. Just as you think you're settling in, you hear the sound of knocking. At first you think it's the wind, but the sound only becomes more insistent as the night goes on. When the two of you investigate, you finally find that the source seems to be coming from a mirror on the other end of the building. It's dirty and old, and has been covered with a cloth and faced against the wall. Someone wanted it to be forgotten. But now that you have it...the sound's stopped. Maybe it really was just the wind.
oi, anyone awake? this weird noise is givin me the willies. and not the good kind. guess it could just be an auditory hallucination, i am sooo not in the mood for any more spooky things.
yeesh, now i feel all weird too. almost like i've gotta fresh sense of heartbreak all over again. sure is easy confessin this stuff to the network void, anyway. and so close to valentine's day, too........ :(
[3 ; action] [she was always a pretty heavy sleeper. but something about that knocking was just so damn persistent, so irritating, that eventually, harley springs to her feet, storming angrily towards the source of the sound.]
Damn it, like there ain't enough trouble as it is. I've gotta get my beauty sleep just as much as anyone else, yanno!!
[her storming slows to a cautious tiptoe as she realizes where the sound is coming from. as she approaches, it's clear--the knocking is coming from inside the mirror. underneath her greasepaint, her face blanches, and harley begins to rapidly scoot back.]
Aw, hell no. No way, no how, nuh-uh!
[she turns to address the mirror, almost shouting at it.]
What's the deal, mister?! Ya think I haven't seen spooky movies before?! No way am I pullin' off that cloth and lettin' you come out and ghost me away! I'm not some kinda idiot, ya know.
Reflect on that!! Ha!
[and with that...hilarious last remark, she begins to slowly back away. so much for not scared, harley; you're gonna bump into anyone standing behind you if you aren't careful enough.]
[and trip she does. despite years of gymnastics, and even more on fighting the bat, harley lands soundly on her bottom. she screams, though her terror is abjectly cut short upon seeing the cause of the issue. harley scowls, leaping up to right herself in one fluid, graceful motion.
too little, too late, harl.]
Oww, my heinie...!! What'd ya do that for?
[the cat was not necessarily at fault. but it doesn't matter. harley is already distracted by the original issue.]
Kitty, that mirror...!! Somethin's been knockin' at us all night like some kook is tryna get out and skin us alive!! I mean, I know I'm looney tunes, but it's gotta be real, right?
[ He doesn't see fit to answer silly questions, so instead he pads up to the mirror to inspect it. He hadn't heard anything, but that doesn't necessarily mean she was hallucinating. ]
I would not advise it. Mirrors are often used for sealing spells. Breaking it might release the thing.
[She pressed the button. Once, twice, three times, frustration growing inside her. Frustration and... something else, like an hairline crack in an automail part, one of these caused by too much stress on the metal.]
If anybody else has the mirror app, don't push the button.
[She means it as a warning, her thoughts full of worries. Everything is bad news in this town, but this one feels personal.]
Keep yourselves safe.
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[Winry just stands, and stares at the reflection in the mirror for a while, eyes as steely as she can make them. It's like it happens in slow motion; her traveling companion's hand rising, the makeshift weapon barely visible in the dark cover of night. Still, it catches her eyes, and Winry tightens her own fingers around the handle of the fire poker she's holding. While it's no wrench, it served her well since she found it in one of the many abandoned houses of Norfinbury.
She turns around quickly, brandishing her weapon high above her head, and in the next second she strikes, going for her companion's hand. It's too late when she realizes.
No one is attacking her, right now. She just struck her fire poker in her companion's hand, empty of any weapon. With her eyes going wide with horror, Winry drops the poker, covering her mouth with both hands.]
No, no no no, I'm sorry, I thought - the mirror - you were going to attack me, I only reacted!
[Not an excuse, and she knows it. She turns around again, looking into the mirror for just a moment before she turns back, closing her eyes tightly. She's seeing things, now, and the thought makes her sick to her stomach. Taking a calming breath, she drops her hands to her sides and takes a step forward, mouth twisted with worry.]
[ Steph had been reaching out to touch Winry's shoulder. The other girl was obviously freaked, but Steph couldn't see anything strange about the mirror. She definitely thought Winry could see her coming, and didn't think she'd be surprising her at all.
Fortunately she has good reflexes, and rather than being stabbed through the palm she's just slashed, in the space under her pinkie. Not even an important finger! Still she curses and grabs at her hand, instinctively trying to stop the bleeding. ]
Shit, you've got a good arm. I'm-- okay, I'm not particularly okay. Can you grab my pack? I've got bandages and stuff, I just need to stop the bleeding somehow.
[Winry couldn't stop her hands from shaking. She was going to throw up in a minute if her stomach kept on roiling like this.
She'd been through so much, she'd seen so much, but she'd never, knowingly, attacked a friend. She couldn't even hurt the man she hated most in the world. It wasn't how she was made, Ed had told her.
With tears in her eyes, she quickly turned around and grabbed Steph's backpack, bringing it back over.]
I didn't mean to hurt you. Let me take a look? I can wrap it up.
[ But she can't really focus on comforting Winry when her hand hurt like hell. It's getting slippery with blood, too, making it hard to keep pressure on it. ]
Okay... okay, bandages are in the first aid kit. You can tie them in place with the cloth strips that are in there too. Okay.
[ She's breathing, that's important. Just keep breathing.
Her hands are shaking too, once she separates them. ]
[She switches to audio when she hears Al's worried tone, shaking her head to herself, even though he can't see it.]
I'm not hurt. I don't think.
[How to explain it? She has no idea, but she can try.]
It's just, every time I pressed the break button, the mirror in the app didn't change, but it felt like I was breaking, inside. It doesn't make sense, Al.
Dorian should really have known better but he'd been hoping for something more... useful. Mirrors could be used for any number of things, including traveling. Maybe he'd broken open a secret passage. But that sound had only reminded him of the shattered bits of mirror lying all around the Qunari stronghold and he felt nothing but dread as he searched the house for a sign that the broken mirror hadn't just been in his head.
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Whirling and putting his arms up in a defensive posture Dorian turned to face a companion who... was across the room. Knowing he looked like a madman, he turned back to the mirror. "What the bloody fuck do you think you're playing at?"
Mycroft raises a brow. He's now stuck for the night with a man who is hallucinating... how perfectly lovely.
"I'm playing at nothing, Mr. Pavus. By your conversation and your stance, I gather you saw me preparing to attack you. I have no weapons. You're welcome to search me." Mycroft holds his arms up and out, confident the other man won't actually search him.
"Not you! You're fine." Dorian waved Mycroft away with his off hand. "I'm talking to the mirror." He snorted himself. "And that sounds far less sane when I say it out loud."
Dorian's movements caused Sheena to look up from what she was doing, her expression defensive. "Me? I'm not doing anything!" Then she saw where he was looking, and wary curiosity crossed her features.
"The mirror. If it is a mirror. It either has a nasty sense of humor or it's giving me a warning. Or I'm going insane but that's always a possibility, isn't it?" Dorian tapped gently on the mirror.
Steve, checking for anything useful across the room (and having poor luck of that), lifted his head to give Dorian a questioning look. He thought the man was just recovering from the cold, but he seemed to be agitated.
"I'm not playing. Getting a little jumpy, aren't you? What happened?"
Dorian glared at being called jumpy. "The mirror decided it was best to show me an image of you preparing to attack me. Or I'm hallucinating." He rapped on the mirror with his knuckles.
One @mholmes; audio It would, perhaps, be instructive for anyone in possession of the 'Break' application to make use of it and report what results he or she finds.
[He'll leave it at that, content to see what the others do. Mycroft isn't terribly inclined to go accessing random programs without having someone else test them first for security.]
Four If you'd like to check it, then?
[Mycroft is staying back away from the sound, thank you. It's been enough to find the source, and he'd prefer his companion suffer any ill effects from testing it before himself.]
[It is, as ever, perturbing to have his brother's voice filtered through an American accent.]
Not at all, Dr. Strange. I don't wish to taint the data pool with an upfront statement of the effects. If you'd like to deliver your results in confidence, I intend to synthesize the data for future use and distribution.
[He's not saying he hasn't used the program, but nor is he saying he has.]
[He's tempted to just keep up talking at Sherlock's texting, but he'll defer for the moment.]
One data point is hardly any use given the variety of effects witnessed in previous such program offerings.
[Based on his review of the network, anyway. He'd had a rather dull first day sorting through it. The people here are so very concerned about such pointless trivia most of the time.]
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Harleen 'Harley Quinn' Quinzel | DC Comics
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oi, anyone awake? this weird noise is givin me the willies. and not the good kind. guess it could just be an auditory hallucination, i am sooo not in the mood for any more spooky things.
yeesh, now i feel all weird too. almost like i've gotta fresh sense of heartbreak all over again. sure is easy confessin this stuff to the network void, anyway. and so close to valentine's day, too........ :(
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[she was always a pretty heavy sleeper. but something about that knocking was just so damn persistent, so irritating, that eventually, harley springs to her feet, storming angrily towards the source of the sound.]
Damn it, like there ain't enough trouble as it is. I've gotta get my beauty sleep just as much as anyone else, yanno!!
[her storming slows to a cautious tiptoe as she realizes where the sound is coming from. as she approaches, it's clear--the knocking is coming from inside the mirror. underneath her greasepaint, her face blanches, and harley begins to rapidly scoot back.]
Aw, hell no. No way, no how, nuh-uh!
[she turns to address the mirror, almost shouting at it.]
What's the deal, mister?! Ya think I haven't seen spooky movies before?! No way am I pullin' off that cloth and lettin' you come out and ghost me away! I'm not some kinda idiot, ya know.
Reflect on that!! Ha!
[and with that...hilarious last remark, she begins to slowly back away. so much for not scared, harley; you're gonna bump into anyone standing behind you if you aren't careful enough.]
3. We meet again *w*
[ The Cat is hard to bump into accidentally. He is, however, quite easy to trip on if you start moving too fast.
His tone is more annoyed than curious. He had been enjoying a nice nap before this two-legger started shouting for no reason. ]
YES!! hello!
too little, too late, harl.]
Oww, my heinie...!! What'd ya do that for?
[the cat was not necessarily at fault. but it doesn't matter. harley is already distracted by the original issue.]
Kitty, that mirror...!! Somethin's been knockin' at us all night like some kook is tryna get out and skin us alive!! I mean, I know I'm looney tunes, but it's gotta be real, right?
[nervously, she eyes the mirror.]
If I had my mallet, I'd smash it.
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I would not advise it. Mirrors are often used for sealing spells. Breaking it might release the thing.
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Winry Rockbell | Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood
@wrench
[She pressed the button. Once, twice, three times, frustration growing inside her. Frustration and... something else, like an hairline crack in an automail part, one of these caused by too much stress on the metal.]
If anybody else has the mirror app, don't push the button.
[She means it as a warning, her thoughts full of worries. Everything is bad news in this town, but this one feels personal.]
Keep yourselves safe.
Action; III
[Winry just stands, and stares at the reflection in the mirror for a while, eyes as steely as she can make them. It's like it happens in slow motion; her traveling companion's hand rising, the makeshift weapon barely visible in the dark cover of night. Still, it catches her eyes, and Winry tightens her own fingers around the handle of the fire poker she's holding. While it's no wrench, it served her well since she found it in one of the many abandoned houses of Norfinbury.
She turns around quickly, brandishing her weapon high above her head, and in the next second she strikes, going for her companion's hand. It's too late when she realizes.
No one is attacking her, right now. She just struck her fire poker in her companion's hand, empty of any weapon. With her eyes going wide with horror, Winry drops the poker, covering her mouth with both hands.]
No, no no no, I'm sorry, I thought - the mirror - you were going to attack me, I only reacted!
[Not an excuse, and she knows it. She turns around again, looking into the mirror for just a moment before she turns back, closing her eyes tightly. She's seeing things, now, and the thought makes her sick to her stomach. Taking a calming breath, she drops her hands to her sides and takes a step forward, mouth twisted with worry.]
Are you okay?
III
Fortunately she has good reflexes, and rather than being stabbed through the palm she's just slashed, in the space under her pinkie. Not even an important finger! Still she curses and grabs at her hand, instinctively trying to stop the bleeding. ]
Shit, you've got a good arm. I'm-- okay, I'm not particularly okay. Can you grab my pack? I've got bandages and stuff, I just need to stop the bleeding somehow.
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She'd been through so much, she'd seen so much, but she'd never, knowingly, attacked a friend. She couldn't even hurt the man she hated most in the world. It wasn't how she was made, Ed had told her.
With tears in her eyes, she quickly turned around and grabbed Steph's backpack, bringing it back over.]
I didn't mean to hurt you. Let me take a look? I can wrap it up.
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[ But she can't really focus on comforting Winry when her hand hurt like hell. It's getting slippery with blood, too, making it hard to keep pressure on it. ]
Okay... okay, bandages are in the first aid kit. You can tie them in place with the cloth strips that are in there too. Okay.
[ She's breathing, that's important. Just keep breathing.
Her hands are shaking too, once she separates them. ]
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Winry, what happened?
[Something must have done for her to make that sort of warning.]
Are you hurt?
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I'm not hurt. I don't think.
[How to explain it? She has no idea, but she can try.]
It's just, every time I pressed the break button, the mirror in the app didn't change, but it felt like I was breaking, inside. It doesn't make sense, Al.
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1, text, @catseye
Surely even basic human superstition says that a mirror should not be broken?[Is he judging you? He's probably judging you.]
Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age
Dorian should really have known better but he'd been hoping for something more... useful. Mirrors could be used for any number of things, including traveling. Maybe he'd broken open a secret passage. But that sound had only reminded him of the shattered bits of mirror lying all around the Qunari stronghold and he felt nothing but dread as he searched the house for a sign that the broken mirror hadn't just been in his head.
Three
Whirling and putting his arms up in a defensive posture Dorian turned to face a companion who... was across the room. Knowing he looked like a madman, he turned back to the mirror. "What the bloody fuck do you think you're playing at?"
Three
"I'm playing at nothing, Mr. Pavus. By your conversation and your stance, I gather you saw me preparing to attack you. I have no weapons. You're welcome to search me." Mycroft holds his arms up and out, confident the other man won't actually search him.
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Three-now in the right spot. :D
"Wait. Are you talking to me or the mirror?"
Re: Three-now in the right spot. :D
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"I'm not playing. Getting a little jumpy, aren't you? What happened?"
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Mycroft Holmes | Sherlock BBC
@mholmes; audio
It would, perhaps, be instructive for anyone in possession of the 'Break' application to make use of it and report what results he or she finds.
[He'll leave it at that, content to see what the others do. Mycroft isn't terribly inclined to go accessing random programs without having someone else test them first for security.]
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If you'd like to check it, then?
[Mycroft is staying back away from the sound, thank you. It's been enough to find the source, and he'd prefer his companion suffer any ill effects from testing it before himself.]
One | @beyonce | audio
[So transparent, Holmes.]
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Not at all, Dr. Strange. I don't wish to taint the data pool with an upfront statement of the effects. If you'd like to deliver your results in confidence, I intend to synthesize the data for future use and distribution.
[He's not saying he hasn't used the program, but nor is he saying he has.]
referencing events from Stephen's first tdm....
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Do it yourself, Mycroft. Everyone has it.
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One data point is hardly any use given the variety of effects witnessed in previous such program offerings.
[Based on his review of the network, anyway. He'd had a rather dull first day sorting through it. The people here are so very concerned about such pointless trivia most of the time.]
Have you tried the program, brother mine?
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cw: suicidal ideation
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['Sup, Holmes the elder?]
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Would you prefer to simply review the data when it becomes available?
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