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: THE FRIENDSHIP CIRCLE
Whether or not you were aiming for this to happen, you've ended up in Downtown's Toy Store for the night. Right away, it gives you a creepy sort of vibe. There's even a doll staring up at you from the doorway when you come inside, discarded and lonely on the floor. It has no eyelids or eyelashes, its too-lifelike eyes precariously stuck onto dark hollows. Its mouth a despondant, stitched-on frown.
Ingoring it, though, nothing particularly odd seems to happen--at first. It isn't until you sleep when a sinking feeling jolts you from your slumber. It's not hard to figure out where the soruce of the unease is coming from: the doll from earlier is laying just inches away from your face. When you sit up, you realize that it's not the only one: every doll has moved from the shelves and surrounded your sleeping body in a neat circle. All of their eyes are sunken. All of their mouths are turned into frowns.
Maybe you'll have an easier time getting back to sleep if you can find someone on the network to talk it out with.
TWO: IT BLEEDS
Something's wrong with the wallpaper in this house. You're not sure exactly what it is, but it makes your head dizzy to be around it for too long. If it's affecting you this badly, it's possible that other people might have the same problem in the future, so it would probably be a good idea just to take it down. Only, when you pull at the first piece, it's not just the wallpaper that pulls away from the wall...but the skin of your arm, which breaks open in a long scratch. It isn't deep enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to feel raw and uncomfortable.
It would be a good idea to stop what you're doing and reach out for some medical advice.
Action Prompts
THREE: THE QUIET GAME
You and your traveling compaion have found shelter at the library. It's a nice, spacious building with plenty of comforable places to sleep and books to occupy your time, so at first this seems like a fine place to spend your time. Only, you can't shake the feeling that someone else is here with you. And everytime you talk too loudly, a fierce shhh passes between your ears, passing a shiver down your spine. Eventually, you hear a slithering voice whisper no talking in the library, and a pinch stabs at the corner of your mouth.
Your companion can hear it too...right?
FOUR: PICTURESQUE
Not too long ago, you found a jigsaw puzzle. The pieces were all stored in a plain box, so you weren't sure what the picture was meant to be. You've been having a slow night, so while your traveling companion tries to get some sleep, you decide to see if you can solve it. Only...you start to notice something familiar about the setting as it unfolds before you. Piece by piece, it becomes clear: it's something from home, something only you should know.
You have to show your traveling companion--only when they go to look for themselves, all that's left is a square of white paper where the puzzle once was. But that can't be right, can it?
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snowblindmemes2017-05-14 11:33 pm
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"The town's messing with you. Or me. Or both of us." He shrugs, but the expression on his face gives away that he's bothered by it, too. "It happens. It might be a clue to something or it might be nothing. Did it have an eye symbol anywhere in the picture?"
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"No eye. But it was something from back home. It was kind of fucked up. Maybe I was hallucinating? I don't know." He runs his eyes wearily. He's perfectly willing to accept that it was something messing with his head- it's actually sort of comforting that he isn't losing it. "It was mage stuff most people wouldn't know about."
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It's not an offer, it's just what he's planning to do. Sylar's pretty good at inviting himself into situations. "So, mage stuff," he continues, eyes shining bright. "How does that work where you're from?"
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"Some people just get born with the edge, mostly. The ability to handle it." He frowns, tugging at one of his myriad leather and twine bracelets. He's had a lot of time to think about it over his life, enough to form a pretty solid working theory. "The rest is belief and the right tools. So some normals do pick up a few things, even though they can't channel it themselves."
He shakes his head. "There's a common theory that magical talent comes from something supernatural in the bloodline. A curse, a gift, or grandma fooling around with something with pointy ears from The Other Side Of Reality, you know? I think that's probably the closest real guess."
Not all fairy tales are lies. Many were warnings. And he's going on and on. His poor conpanion. He gives Gabriel a sheepish smile.
"Sorry. I'm kind of a geek about this stuff. You spend your entire life with these weird powers and everything turns into 'why?'"
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But when Rhys apologizes, Sylar can't help it- he breaks into a chuckle. "Hey, don't apologize to me. This book?" He pats it. "It's all about how people have special abilities on my world. All the things that would be considered supernatural, if there wasn't a genetic link. Flying, telekinesis, time travel, that sort of thing. I love that stuff." A little too much, as it turned out. Oh, well.
"So you were one of the ones born with the edge, then? Sounds like you've pieced together how it all works pretty well. What sort of tools are we talking about, for this type of thing?" The question is just to keep them going in this direction. If they're distracted, they won't be thinking about the stupid puzzle. And this was right up Sylar's alley.
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And he wasn't really fond of the idea. Not that Rhys was innocent of using drugs to try and keep a grip on his abilities when other means failed, but it wasn't a permanent solution if he could help it.
He glances at the book, and chuckles, amused. "Yeah. I guess so, huh? And you're light years ahead of me on that. Most of what I know is just trial and error, mostly error. But tools...mostly, anything that directs your will, and lets you believe you're really altering reality. That's sort of the key. Incantations, spells, crystals and certain spell components..." he hesitates. "And if you want to get into the really dark shit, sacrifices, but if you go down that road? You're probably going to get yourself eaten, eventually. That kind of thing leaves a stain on reality, and those stains attract...really bad things."
Automatically, he looks at the blank puzzle again.
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Still, his mood settles back down from excitement to an undertone of melancholy. "Sounds closer to my experiences than I'd expected. No ghosts on my end, but no training, either. When my power started up, it was..." He drifts off for a moment, clearly remembering that day. "-entirely unchecked. So for me, this place has some benefits." The big downside is that they're probably all going to die, but whatever. He can't even die back home.