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: DISTORTION
Something is wrong with the video feed. You're not sure what it is, but it seems that whenever anyone tries to post to the Network using video, their faces warp and distort like they're being ripped through with static. Odd, since it's only the people who show up blurry, and not the surroundings. Maybe you want to test it out with more people to see if everyone is experiencing the same problem, or maybe you just want to toss theories around about what the issue might be, but either way you turn to the Network for answers. Fortunately, the text and audio features are working normally, so you can still have conversations with the others without any problems.
TWO: STRAIGHT TO DETENTION
You had to head to the school in order to grab some more rations, but before you head out for the day you decide to explore around a little more. You've heard that people have had success in the past connecting with the Prophet here, so you head to Samantha's classroom and sit at her desk. When you speak up, though, trying to make contact, it's not the Prophet who answers.
Instead, you hear the sound of a sharp crack and there's a sting on the back of your hands, like you've been whacked by a ruler.
Raise your hand! If you don't follow classroom rules, I'll have to give you detention.
A shadow flicks behind you, the looming outline of the teacher that reprimanded you disappears before you can get a good look. The problem? You can't seem to find the exit to the classroom. Your sense of direction warps every time you get to where it should be, causing you to become disoriented and turned around. The neatly-lined desks suddenly seem to form a maze. If you want to skip detention, you may need a little help from the Network. Maybe someone can guide you out.
Action Prompts
THREE: NO SOLICITING
You're running out of time. You finally found a building you can stay in for the night...but it seems that someone else has found it first. And this someone else appears, for whatever reason, unhappy with the idea of letting you in to share the space. You know there's plenty of room for the both of you, and you don't have enough time to duck into another building for safety. You keep glancing nervously at the time on your tablet. It's cold, and you don't have much more time to argue before you're stuck out here.
If talking isn't going to get you much farther, maybe you can offer something that will make it worth their while. Or maybe you can even force the issue. You probably have something on you that you can use as a weapon if you're not confident that your own strength will do the trick.
FOUR: HOUSE AT THE END OF THE LANE
The house that you and your traveling companion have stumbled across has seen better days. As soon as you step through the door, it's easy to see what's happened. Everything has blackened and burned--every object and decoration charred to oblivion, a snapshot of some family's unwitting last moment together. The only proof that it had ever been occupied at all is the creamy white silhouettes that light up the kitchen wall: the perfect outline of a mother, father, and young child holding hands as they pray together before the meal they'd never eat.
Maybe you can still find some useful items stowed away inside the cupboards.
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snowblindmemes2017-07-15 12:30 am
Harold Finch | Person of Interest
The tablet he'd found, upon waking, had been thoroughly inspected both in terms of hardware and available software. The hardware examination hadn't been an issue, but the software had proven decidedly more ... challenging.
Harold had started out seated but his chronic injuries had reacted badly to the prevalent cold and he'd soon decided that standing and moving was better than letting his muscles seize up. So he continued to walk and poke at the tablet, eventually sniffing around the network programming.
"That doesn't seen right," he muttered to himself. Frowning, he tried a couple more tests, coming up blank before eventually accepting that he was going to have to actually open and try using the application.
It wasn't what he wanted to do. He wanted to determine if Mr. Reese was around, or possibly Root ... Shaw ... hell even Fusco or Bear would be a comfort. But in the hours since he woke, Finch was getting the sense that he was on his own. At least for now.
Scanning the network, he frowned as he noticed the anomaly. The way the software appeared to be glitching on it's focus. It did offer a small benefit, if his own face was obscured, even as it proved frustrating for collecting data on any others using this network.
A little more digging, suggested he should be able to utilize audio, which was rather his wheelhouse to begin with, so Harold eventually established a connection to an open network line.
Audio:
"Hello? I've been attempting to run a diagnostic of the network, and my scan of the network suggests there are other users logged in. If you are, could you tell me if the apparent glitch in the video function of this application is systemic or only affecting certain users?"
His voice was post, clipped and direct. Forget any of the usual politeness of names or 'where are we' type inquiries, it was straight to business.
Action Prompt - House at the End of the Lane:
Despite the benefits of years spent being gently harassed by John and even Shaw to maintain an exercise routine, designed to maximize his otherwise limited mobility, Harold was finding moving around this strange new world to be a challenge. He'd left his previous bolt hole with some reluctance but a resignation to fate and the need to keep moving. While physically he wasn't well equipped to up stakes at the drop of a hat, mentally he'd lived the life for so long he fell into the habit naturally.
Still but the time he'd spotted the shelter down at the end of the lane, he was physically in trouble and in no position to quibble with whoever had come to his aid.
Pushing through the door, Harold practically collapsed just inside the door, dropping his knapsack as he leaned heavily against the wall.
"Thank you," he offered the gratitude to who ever had just helped him get out of the elements and into the house, eyes gradually adjusting to the interior light.
Which may not have been a blessing in this case.
As his eyes traveled the charred scene, Harold scrabbled to regain his balance, upright, stumbling to turn a full circle as he studied the destruction, before coming to rest on the silhouettes on the kitchen wall.
"Oh my God," he breathed, stepping towards that area of the house. "What happened here?"
[ooc: Hello! Two quick disclaimers.
1) I am not a coding genius, or even a coding semi-genius. I will be relying upon my google-fu and the joy of vague mumbo jumbo.
2) Right now I only have the 1 icon. ]
A - @Spoiler; audio
[ The girl on the other end of the call sounds young and very, very tired. She's been here a long ass time. ]
I haven't seen your username before, you must be new.
@Finch; audio
[ If he sounds a little excited, it's because he is relieved to have someone answer. ]
Yes, ah I woke up, here a few hours ago. [ More than a few but Finch is so used to blurring the lines of exact truths, when it comes to strangers, it's just habit for him now. ]
It's systemic then. Does this happen often?
audio
Weird distortions on the network is unfortunately pretty common. It's not usually across the board, but it's not unheard of.
audio
Quaint.
[ Why comment is wry. ]
What sort of distortions?
audio
People will go all staticky, or their voices will, or both. Sometimes we'll see things that aren't there, or not see things that are. That sort of thing. It's not as bad on the tablets as it is when it happens in real life.
audio
Has anyone investigated the signal tow ... [ Harold began to ask his question, paused and amended it slightly. ] Is there a signal tower?
audio
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[ He drummed his fingers at the edge of the tablet, in a pensive manner. He shouldn't have to have physical access, unless the tower was locked to a command console.
Stephanie might hear the sound of rapid typing, before he spoke again. ]
What do you define as useful?
audio
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Wonderful. ]
Are things that dire here?
audio
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Damn, I was hoping to have escaped that particular reality.
audio
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[ If he sounds like a stuffy ole college professor as he says that, well ... ]
audio
[ Even mass murdering clowns. ]
Action!
The child speaks very calmly as she withdraws from the door, going back to digging through her backpack for her evening meal. To herself Kesara thinks that she is probably much more disturbed than even she realizes and that there is likely to be a crying fit later this evening, but she has gained remarkable control over timing those fits lately, so she will not have it in front of this poor gentleman. And she really ought to have dinner before the horror fully hits her and she loses her appetite.
She raises a small, thickly globed hand to suggest to him that perhaps he shouldn't head in to that particular corner. Though it's an open question whether he would listen to a dirty, wild-haired eleven year old in sheepskins. "You will probably feel very poorly if you go near them. It's the same deuced mess every time, blood and the like. Just stay back."