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: WE ALL FLOAT DOWN HERE
You're taking your first leap down into the underground tunnels, glad for a break from snowy travel. Everything is going well at first, but then...You see something up ahead. Something colorful? It's hard to tell what it is, but as you cautiously approach it becomes more obvious: a single, floating balloon. There's a curled piece of paper tied delicately to the end of the string. If you dare to read it, it provides you with a simple message:
h͙̟͝e͏͉͍l̯͔͍̩̼̫̣l̢̥̥̩̥̞͓o͘
Or maybe it's something different. No matter what it is, you don't feel very good after reading it. Maybe you should turn to the Network for comfort. Even if they don't have any explanation, at least you might feel a bit better not being completely alone down here.
TWO: THE BEST MEDICINE
Today, you found an SD card for your troubles. It downloaded an app to your tablet titled JOKES.EXE. Figuring you could use a laugh, you opened it to see what it contained. Screen after screen, it generates for you a joke. Once you tap on the lead-in, it delivers the punchline. Only...These jokes aren't really that funny. In fact, they're kind of unsettling. Like someone went out of their way to put a dark spin on them.
The little boy was disappointed he couldn't go to the family restaurant for his birthday party.
He'd already killed his family.
Yeah, that's enough. You put the jokes out of your mind. It's not like it's going to hurt anything. At least that's what you think, until the jokes start inserting themselves into the text you write to others on the Network. Switching to voice or video doesn't help, either. Even though you aren't making any jokes, if you play back your feed, you'll find yourself saying them. Hopefully you don't offend someone during the time it takes you to find a way to uninstall the app.
Action Prompts
THREE: INSIDE JOKE
Overall, you'd say it's been a pretty peaceful night. You try and go to sleep before your traveling companion, knowing that the light of their tablet won't bother you. The real problem is that every time you're about to drift off, they start laughing. Sometimes it's a muted giggle underneath their breath, as if they read something funny, but other times the laughter is outright and uncontained. After awhile you have to ask them to be more respectful and quiet down, but when you sit up and look their way, they only seem confused.
What are you talking about? Of course they weren't laughing. They thought you were the one laughing in your sleep.
FOUR: EVERY NIGHTMARE YOU'VE EVER HAD
It's quite likely that neither you nor your traveling companion was very happy to find themselves stuck in the house with all the clown decorations just before lockdown. But there's no time to find new lodging now, and being uncomfortable is definitely preferable to being frozen, so here you're going to have to suck it up and stay. The only problem is that you feel like there's someone else in the building with you, watching from just out of sight. It sends a paranoid chill down your spine--you're sure you've checked the house top to bottom already, and there wasn't any trace of anyone else--and is it just you, or does that clown statue look disturbingly lifelike?
You get closer, but it isn't breathing, and the eyes are glassy. But wait, that one over there...it wasn't there before, was it? Or, did you just see a spotted piece of fabric move out of the corner of your eye? You can't shake the feeling that one of these clowns is more than just a decoration, but no matter how hard either of you try, you can't seem to find the culprit. Maybe it really is just your imagination running wild, but still, how are you supposed to get any sleep like this?
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snowblindmemes2017-08-14 10:32 pm
HELLO HELLO! Apologies for Peter as well
[Such good friends.]
I wasn't even asleep yet, and I wasn't laughin', YOU were! I heard you, so shut up and-- [An annoyed look.] Dude.
they're the best
[ That's it. This is getting physical. Because Rocket doesn't walk, he leaps over on top of Peter, paws ready to barrage Quill for saying trash panda. His fault for still laying on the ground really. Not that standing up would've made it that much harder for Rocket to get to him.
One thing's for sure though. He's assaulting Peter right now, but he's careful not to scratch him with his claws. He can't exactly retract them, and it sure looks like he's ready to claw Peter's face off, but he's not going there tonight. At least not yet. ]
Truly and utterly the best
Ow! Rocket! Seriously! Dude! Stop it!
[Peter tries to grab and throw the grandma shawl at Rocket, hoping he'd get tangled in it.]
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But Rocket does stop. He's tired, so goddamn tired because he can't sleep, and there's something in Peter's voice that sounds off. Like he actually thinks Rocket was the one laughing and not just making shit up.
The shawl though, is definitely enough to send him backwards, and one of his ears pokes out of one of those fancy doily holes on the edges. Rocket tugs it off and wipes off his arms, like somehow taking that tumble could have actually gotten him dusty. ]
Didn't like that? Good. Cause it's going to keep happening unless you keep it down over there. And this time? This time I'm watchin' you.
[ Which is totally counterproductive to the fact that he actually wants to be able to sleep tonight. But when has Rocket ever let practicalities get in the way of spite? ]
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Mm' sorry for callin' you trash panda, but for real, dude--I was not the one laughing. Maybe... [A puzzled frown.] It's probably the building we're in. Sometimes weird stuff happens in them. Or there's ghosts or whatever passes as ghosts here.
[As a peace offering, he reaches in his pack and pulls out his precious Zune, still losing battery every time he risked playing a song.]
Here. Turn the music up and you won't hear laughing. Might help.
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But inevitably, Rocket raises a paw and waves for Peter to put it away. ]
I can't sleep with music blasting in my ears anyway. [ The fight is gone from his voice. Just an urge to tell Peter that he's not going to go wasting that thing's battery -- except, you know, he can't tell him straight up. So he had to give a lame, self-serving reason instead. ]
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Well. Just in case you change your mind.
[He sighed and tried to lay back down again.]
I'm still tryin' to figure out how to get a battery or a charger or something. The songs I tried recording to the tablet sound crappy anyway. I mean it's better than nothin', but there's only so much quality you can get from earbuds. Couldn't find any speakers around here either. I've only managed to record like around 50 songs. There's no way I'm gonna get all 300.
[Maybe changing the subject would help. And maybe it'd keep whatever was making them hear laughter away.]
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He still listens though. It's not like he has a choice, he tells himself, even if he doesn't actually mind this time.
Wait. Peter's what? ]
Quill, I know this place screws with our heads, but you remember who you're talking to right?
[ The things he can do with technology ... hell. For as long as he's ever known, Rocket's had to live with the metal that was once forcibly inserted into his fur. That is, until he got here. ]
Just don't lose that thing. Otherwise when we get outta here, even I can't get songs to come outta something that's gone.
[ A promise really, that he'd wake up the Zune just fine once they're back on their ship. Once they're in a place that isn't buried in snow and full of monsters.
One of these nights though, don't be surprised if Peter wakes up to find Rocket fiddling with his tablet's recording capabilities in the middle of the night. ]
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[He didn't doubt Rocket could solve his problem, just...he'd been through A Lot. As his voice trailed off he he sounded...kind of worn down.
Considering to how Peter usually was, fairly upbeat, it was probably a bad sign. Peter liked to pretend nothing was wrong and things were all right--this was a man who kept his mother's last gift to him for like twenty years because he couldn't bear to open it and truly say goodbye. So covering all his issues up with jokes and deflection was just his usual way of coping.]
I'm not gonna lose it, Rocket. Come on. I held onto my Walkman forever.
[Speaking of which, the Zune was Yondu's last gift. At least he'd gotten to say goodbye to him.
It took a megalomaniac planet to take away his Walkman. Though with Peter's luck he wouldn't be surprised if there was yet another eldrich horror behind this place.]
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There's a period of silence, maybe five seconds or so, after Peter's done talking that he doesn't say anything back. Slowly, he uses an arm to push his small body upwards, looking over his shoulder at the Zune still laying on the floor between them.
Ugh. He can't just leave it there.
The sound of padded feet is followed by the sound of him picking up the Zune. The next thing he does though, is deliver it back to Peter. Rocket's not tall to begin with, so even if he's standing upright and Peter's laying down, they're still not that far apart. The little Zune is at least the size of three-fourths of Rocket's paw, and when he offers it back to its rightful owner, Rocket's voice doesn't sound like he's teasing anymore. ]
I'd feel better about it if I knew it was tucked in with you.
[ Don't make him be any nicer than this Peter. Rocket can't handle it. ]
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You sure, man? Don't want a monster comin' to get it?
[Because jokes made the awkwardness go away, right?
Peter's got a genuine, though sad smile when he takes it back. Rocket being nice was...probably a bad sign of how awful things had gotten, but he's always touched when Rocket makes an effort.
Not that he'd actually tell him that in those words.
He pockets the Zune in his jacket pocket, where it'd be safe. From Zune-stealing monsters.]