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: TIME TO CHECK WEBMD
You've found the pharmacy, which is really convenient, since you're not feeling that great. Actually, you're feeling terrible. Maybe you have a fever, maybe you're coughing up blood, maybe you're vomiting... Whatever it is, you should probably try to get some medicine for it. Well, if you can figure out what it is. Maybe someone on the network can help you out? Alternately, you know exactly what you have--but for whatever reason, the medicine here isn't something you can easily understand. You have to choose between a couple of options, and you don't know the difference. Hopefully someone on the network can tell you which will heal you and which will probably kill you.
TWO: NOT SO HELPFUL AVATARS
Every tablet has the option for a customizable avatar that will talk to you and keep your tablet in order. Maybe you set it up, maybe you never checked it. Either way, it keeps popping up unrequested and being sort of... Odd. Flickering, talking in strange, mechanical voices, offering advice that's unhelpful at best and actively harmful at worst... Maybe it's even telling the entire network some things you've been doing you'd rather everyone didn't know.
Time to call tech support. Unfortunately, the best option is other people on the network. Good luck.
Action Prompts
THREE: SCHOOL DAYS
You've ended up in the elementary school. Maybe you're grabbing more food, maybe you're exploring. Either way, this place is creepy; the atmosphere is the sort that gets the hair on the back of your neck rising (potentially metaphorically, if you don't have hair or a neck). It's not long before strange things start happening. The sound of running and screaming children, doors slamming in far off or nearby hallways, pianos playing... What's going on? It's hard to tell what's really happening from what isn't happening. Maybe someone who's also exploring has some idea.
FOUR: SUPPLY SCRAMBLE
You've just walked into a house, and look, there's fresh fruit sitting right out on the counter! How long has it been since you've had some of that? It'll definitely help provide some much-needed vitamins and maybe it will ward off scurvy and the like. There's even more than one piece!
...And there's more than one person here, too. So, what are you going to do? Are you willing to share, or are you prepared to stab someone over a pear? Time to find out just how badly you want that food.
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[Granted, he's saying this to a giant talking rat, but he can make allowances for some sort of highly secretive government experiments.]
Stress-induced hallucinations with sympathetic nervous system reactions I'll buy.
[He'd been hoping the Vicodin might remove her as some sort of stress-induced hallucination.]
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What? ...Although you're not wrong about stress. And nervousness. It's not a pleasant town, this one.
[there's a set of closed double doors at the end of the hall. She heads towards them without leaving him behind, listening carefully around them and trying not to feel too irritated by how slow he is. He can't help it.]
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Magic. It's not real. I'm sure you saw an 'impossible' trick once. Trust me. There's always a trick.
[House knows a few of them. But there are doors to attend to. And the sudden, very loud sound of the piano going off behind the door.]
Music room. [He drops some of the sarcasm.] Wonder who's playing.
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[but she's interrupted by some spooky piano playing, right on schedule. She holds out an arm to tell House to stay back, and edges towards the nearest spooky piano-free door. She lowers her voice to a tense whisper.]
Stay behind me. Move back—quietly, and we won't have to find out who's playing.
[she steps back towards House and the other door, and nods to it without taking her eyes from the doors to Piano Zone.]
Is that door locked? There ought to be a stairwell close by...
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No sense of adventure, Hop Along? [Good. He doesn't have much of one right now, either, as he follows her instruction as well as he can. The door is, thankfully, unlocked and opens up onto what looks like some kind of mini-auditorium with dilapidated risers and music stands. There's another door on the far side of the room with an EXIT sign over it.]
If we do hit stairs, I'll be getting a lot less quiet. Nothing personal, but they're a bitch. [And he tends to clatter.]
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If they're too difficult, I could probably carry you. And stop calling me that; my name isn't "Hop Along". It's Freya.
[she takes out her piece of paper. There's a map drawn on it, but it isn't detailed, and she looks frustrated when she pockets it again. Thick dust muffles their footsteps; the only music that's been made in this room lately is the draft blowing through the risers.]
Have you got a name, or should I make one up for you?
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Hop Along Freya. Got it. Also, the carrying thing? That's not happening. [That last part, at least, is returned just as flatly.] I don't take rides from chicks. Not that kind of ride. [A small pause.] Or any kind of ride when they've got more hair than me. Furries aren't my thing.
[House makes note of the map, curious, but doesn't ask quite yet. It's obviously nothing useful in here, but maybe something for the wider world. He's grateful for the dust as the move along.]
And people call me Strider, the Dúnadan. [Sure. Why not? If he's going to dick around with her, might as well make it cool and ironic.]
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Why, you—how dare you! And when I'm trying to help you, too, you—you old—!
[she struggles for adequate words, then gives up, and takes a deep breath to force herself to calm down. It sort of works. She glares at him.]
I could leave you behind, you know. I could.
[she couldn't, and she knows it.]
your icons and keywords are perfect
So, why aren't you leaving me behind right now? I'm a liability. No weapons, slow, new. I know you don't like me. You don't even know if I'm useful. You make a habit out of helping anyone you run across?
OMFG thank you
Well—who says you aren't useful? You'd make a fine distraction. Anything comes after us, it'd catch you first.
[the satisfaction of saying something really mean gets washed away immediately by a rush of deep shame, but she tries to not let that show on her face. It's not a successful try; she shrinks back from him a little bit, like she's lost some of her nerve.]
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Nah. You're too much of a goody two-shoes to let that happen. So, what'd you do back in 'Burmecia?' I'm guessing security the way you're waving that stick around. [And the way she'd been so careful with her movements, keeping herself between him and the doors with the music out in the corridor. Paranoid security, but probably some kind of fighter, at the very least. She's twitchy in the right ways, rather than just twitchy.]
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I am a knight—[putting emphasis on the present tense, because being contrary about minor grammar points is the only way to keep arguing]—sworn to the service of my King.
[of course, repeating that doesn't make her King any less dead, but that's more of a recent thing and, anyway, the principle still stands.]
...If I answer your questions, will you answer mine?
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Sure, though. I love getting to know you games. Good ice-breaker. [He hasn't said he'd answer them honestly, but she hasn't asked for that, either.]
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You're—you're insufferable. Well—all right, then it's my turn. What were those pills you took? Vica... Vi-whatever-you-called-them. What are they for?
[if he took some kind of weird drug while she has to look after him she swears to god]
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Leading onto a stairwell. The mocking note drops from his voice, at least.]
Vicodin. Pain meds.
[Why did it have to be stairs? He'd found a ramp earlier. But he's stubborn, and he'd pointedly told her he's not being carried. House moves to the stairs, grasps the railing and starts down slowly.]
Why are you still playing knight in a place like this?
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[she aims another sharp look at the back of his head.]
I'm still a knight, no matter where I am. And I'm certainly not playing.
What about you, then? What are you, where you come from? Aside from a pain in the arse. Maybe that's what "Dúnadan" means.
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[He does have to smirk at her snipe.] It actually means 'Man of the West.' I'm a wizard. Pinball wizard. There was some deaf, dumb, and blind kid at the top out there, but I kicked his ass. Probably for the best. He was starting a cult and you know how those go.
Are there other 'Burmecians' wandering around here, or are you the only one?
dude your House is a work of art, im dying
Oh, yes. There's loads of us. There's a little Qu settlement down in that cave system to the South, too. It's colder here than their native climate, but they're a hardy sort of people.
[she grabs the railing harder than necessary as they descend, her claws clicking against the metal.]
Plenty of humans about, too, if you'd prefer the company of your own kind. Although I doubt they'd prefer you.
THANK YOU! I'm having so much fun. Your Freya is fantastic and I just want to pet her and apologize.
You know why goody-two-shoes make crap liars? Because you don't get enough practice. Everybody lies, but some people lie more than others.
How's it feel being the only Burmecian for miles? [He glances up at her as he reaches the first little platform and heads for the second set of stairs down to the bottom floor proper.] Lonely? We're all alone here, though. Is that why you're still acting like a knight? Think if you pretend your world hasn't been pulled out from under you, you can make it all right?
lmao thank you - and swap the patting for a stiff drink and an apology and she'd be down for that
What are you saying? Of course I'm not pretending that. I couldn't if I wanted to.
[she pauses, wanting to say that she already knew what getting your world pulled out from under you felt like, but like hell is she spilling her tragic backstory to this rude old guy. So instead, she swallows hard and starts down the stairs again, settling back into anger.]
I am a knight. And I'll carry on acting like one, for the sake of everyone trapped here who needs help, or protection. For their sake, not for some—some selfish delusion.
House is allergic to sincere apologies.
No... You'll keep acting like one for your sake. What are you getting out of acting like a knight? Not to make yourself feel all warm and fuzzy - not that you need help with that - so what is it? Automatic respect? Sounds cool. Very medieval. Think people will share the goods with you if you help them out? That's assuming a lot on your end. Not everyone is asking to be helped. Balance of probability, so I'll give you that. I'm alive, ergo I have supplies keeping me alive. I might even offer to share them with the nice fuzzball who rescued me.
Guess that works. Still. Risky. Not all the kids play nice. Especially if whatever the hell this admin thing is, is bringing us in at random.
excuses, excuses. They probably make epi-pens for apology allergies these days
[so instead, when she can't take his monologuing any longer, she simply vaults over the railing to her right and drops the short rest of the way to the ground floor. She rounds the bottom of the staircase and charges up to face him, stopping a couple steps below.]
Oh, will you shut up! [she kind of looks like she wants to set him on fire with her brain, but at least she's remembering her indoor voice.] Most people have the decency to accept help, when it's offered them, without picking apart why. Would you rather I take my "death stick" and leave you, alone, to whatever fate finds you? Would you find that more honest?
certainly in Hiro's time. He should roll the kid for his shoes AND his epi
[Struck a nerve, then. That's always fun.]
And I would find it more interesting. [He raises his brows and smirks at her.] I'm just a curious guy - a Curious George without the Man In the Yellow Hat following me around. [Just the Man With the Oncology Specialty.] I would rather you turn around and get down the stairs so I can. Makes getting out of the creepy building a lot faster. Funny. I thought that's what you wanted, too. But by all means, I know we've got nothing but time. Personally, I'm banking on horror movie logic here. I'm the misanthropic bastard. I'll survive for at least 45 minutes. You? You'll get killed off for audience sympathy and to make the hero try really hard.
tsk, tsk; stealing from a child. Shameful
[it's clear to her that he isn't taking her seriously, even after her dramatic last-ditch parkour maneuver, so her fury starts to burn out. She turns around without a word when he mentions it, her posture looking tired more than anything, and is back on the ground floor in a moment.]
[Curious George and his yellow-hatted friend are easy to dismiss as folklore or historical figures from his world or something, but after his bit about "movie logic", she looks at him over her shoulder in disgust.]
...Unbelievable. Pain medicine, my arse. You're high, aren't you?
Like shame would stop him
Why can't it be both? Prescribed narcotics are really good pain meds.
[Also completely legal and approved of by the FDA. It's so nice to have the government and doctors on your side. House makes it down the rest of the way and smiles at her, purposefully making the expression vacant and 'drugged out.']
Go ahead. You wouldn't want somebody high leading the way, would you?