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: GIFT BASKET
You wake up to find a new application, BASKET.EXE, has downloaded itself to your tablet. The icon is of a cheery pink wicker basket adorned in a bright ribbon and full of eggs and treats. If you click on it, no program appears to immediately load, but then an egg-shaped chocolate in a cheerfully colored wrapper will appear in the corner of your screen. "Eat me?" it asks in an unassuming word bubble. Should you click on it, your tablet goes dark. A cryptic message appears on the center of your screen in red text:
Thank you for your contribution.
Or maybe it reads:
Progress has been saved.
Or even:
It will be our secret.
Whatever the message reads, you feel a shiver pass down your spine, and then your tablet returns to normal. The application has disappeared.
TWO: THE RESURRECTION
Maybe you've died before or maybe this is your first time, but just like with any other revival, you awake in your body bag, and have to suffer through the task of crawling out into the morgue. You know you'll need to figure out what it is you've awaken to: how long you've been gone, where you are, if anything has changed about you or anyone else. But before you have a chance to do anything to get your bearings, your eyes catch onto something strange.
There, on the door to the drawer your body had been stuffed into, someone (or something) has left something. It could be a drawing, or it could be a written word, but whatever it is, the sight of it fills you with a sense of loss. It's familiar, though you're not immediately sure how or why: something that symbolizes something important you've lost in your past. But who would leave this here? And who could know?
Action Prompts
THREE: RABBIT FEET
It's been a long day of traveling, and you and your companion are glad to be reaching your final destination for the night. Someone's even built a rabbit out of snow outside of the door to make the place more inviting. Only...as you get closer, you realize that the tall, white figure is much too detailed to be anything made of snow. The slender figure has a body that could almost be human if not for the way that the limbs attach to the torso at odd angles, and the rabbit face has dark, hollow slits for eyes. It carries a small basket in delicate fingers. It waits for you. It waits for you to get closer, closer. It waits for you to try to get inside.
FOUR: SKIN DEEP
The day has been rather uneventful, so you wonder why it is you can't sleep. Something is eating at you, poking at the back of your brain, telling you that you're missing something. You look over at your companion and then you see it--something shifting beneath their skin. And then you look down at your own arm, and you see it there, too. An egg has been planted into your skin. And not just one.
You wake your companion at once--they need to see what you see. But when you illuminate the situation with the lights from your tablets, you can't see the eggs anymore. You're left to wonder if it was really real, or if your imagination was getting the better of you. But what if it was real? And what happens when the eggs hatch?
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snowblindmemes2017-04-14 09:44 pm
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Get up! There was something under--
[A pause as he realized how ridiculous this sounded.]
--just get up and let me have a look at your arm, Sherlock.
[He reaches for the tablet to illuminate his own arm, and stares for a long moment as he sees...nothing.]
cw: mention of drug use
Why?
[He huffs.]
Let me make a deduction, you think you saw something. You didn't, hallucinations are common here.
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I saw--
[A pause to collect himself, his voice rose with venom, irritated that he was being accused of seeing things. But annoyingly enough, Sherlock was right. It was gone. What else could it be but a trick of the light, a trick of his eyes, or a trick of this place?]
I'm not hallucinating, I saw it. Some kind of egg-shaped object.
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Yes, Mycroft, that is generally the definition of hallucination. An auditory or visual occurrence experienced as if it were there, that is not there. You seeing it does not make it any more real.
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Really.
[He rubs his forehead though, he's not at all comfortable with the very notion that he cannot trust his own eyes, nor the fact that it was something to be expected. It seemed so real. He can only continue on with the subject and be patient with the fact that little brothers are little brothers.
Well. If his own formidable mental faculties were tricked by whatever was causing, then it likely affected everyone else as well, with their ordinary minds. Made him feel slightly better.]
Explain. What other hallucinations-- [The word drips with disgust.] --have you seen? Other than, you know, if you indulged in old habits.
[He couldn't be sure if Sherlock had done so or not, but he wished to test his reaction to assess his mental state on the matter.]
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[He sighs and rolls his eyes as if bored, rather than the irritated he really is about being quizzed on this.]
If you wanted to know if I were on drugs, you should just have asked John, he has them now. He took them a few days ago, that's the last time I "indulged", to use your foolish descriptor, here.
[He might still have a bottle or two stashed away that John doesn't know about.]
The hallucinations are nothing to do with any narcotics, I posit that they're a side effect of the MN poisoning that we're all slowly succumbing to. Be thankful the hallucination was just of an egg, sounds very mundane to me.
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Mycroft's face had that pained look he always had whenever Sherlock's drug problems came up. He's positively certain he's got more stashed away that Doctor Watson didn't know about.]
The siren call of old habits, perhaps you were just in the mood?
[A pause.]
I should hardly call, even imaginary ones, large eggs embeddded under the skin mundane.
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[He's going to ignore the question and the pained look, there is literally nothing he wants to do less than discuss drugs with Mycroft.]
Eggs are positively dull in comparison to most of the fare we're presented with. Only a week ago, John looked like the monstrous Hound from Baskerville and I resembled Moriarty.
[His tone might be deliberately flippant to hide how much that had affected him, but the slight tension in his body says how disturbing it was for him.]
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How? How is that even possible?
[He loses the judgemental tone and just sounds...appalled.]
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[He's still managing to sound fairly flippant, even if he hates not knowing things.]
This town is filled the scientifically impossible. I did posit that it could be airborne drugs when I first arrived, but that wouldn't account for the very real injuries sustained from some of these situations.
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Have you kept notes, or any sort of record? I should like to see them, if so.
[If Sherlock couldn't figure it out, perhaps he could.]
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[He's written a few papers, such as an analysis into the board game 'Spyglass', but John is the blogger of the two of them.]
I don't need a written reminder of what I recall perfectly.