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: IT WON'T BE LONG NOW... Well, you made a mistake. You spent too long searching around, or you ran outside near the end of the day for just one more thing, and now you've been locked out. You can search around all you want, but the best shelter you can hope for is pressing against the side of a sealed up building. You do still have your tablet, though. Maybe someone on the network can give you some advice, or at least some comfort while you wait for hypothermia to set in.
TWO: CABIN FEVER Maybe you didn't want that mistake of getting caught outside to happen again, but now you've ended up staying too long in one location, and cabin fever has set in. Maybe you're taking to the network to try and ignore the hallucinations. Maybe you want to tell everyone that you've figured out they're all in on your kidnapping. Maybe you ended up wandering off and now you'd really like to know if anyone can check back in the place you were at for your pants.
Action Prompts
THREE: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING You're going about your business searching what seems like it might be an especially promising house--it's fully intact and there's even a working fireplace with some wood! It looks like someone else has the same idea, though, and you've run into them in the middle of your search. Do you share the potential wealth or try to kick them out? On the other hand, maybe you know who this is, or maybe you're just glad to actually see another person for the first time in ages.
FOUR: GOOD MORGUE-NING You've just woken up in a morgue after dying in one unfortunate way or another. You have no idea where you are beyond that, but your tablet is insisting you can't stay here, so you should probably get out of here pretty quickly. Of course, bringing people back from the dead isn't a perfect science, so you're missing something important to you. Maybe you've lost your voice, maybe you can't remember where you're from, maybe you can't remember where you are right now. It looks like someone else is nearby, though. Maybe they can help you out?
The Narrow Sea? [And yet it makes sense. No one in Westeros can find her, because she is no longer in Westeros. It only makes her tug on her sister a little harder, grief that she has buried for so long rising up. She has not cried in some time, tears too often a sign of weakness.
But here, with her little sister, it is hard not to feel the burning in her eyes. Not when she hasn't seen her since before Joffrey took their father's head.]
What happened? What happened to you? They all said you must be dead.
Thank you, Jon. [She can't deny his offer when such things are a commodity and can often be rare here. It isn't as if she can go herself to get it. So she smiles kindly at the screen, happy to see him again.]
You're welcome to whatever is there. It is not easy to come across supplies here.
[England glances down to where his fingers are curled around the handle of his makeshift weapon. It's obvious that he's thinking, looking at the pros and cons as well as his own capacity for sympathy.
Finally, he answers.] A fair consideration, and I imagine it applies to both of us.
[He looks back in her direction, even though he still can't see her very well.] Come on over, then, I suppose.
[At first she has no idea how to react beyond surprise and confusion when she first sees Groot. For a moment she wonders if she's seriously gone insane, seeing spirits in a place like this.
As he stands, and she takes a single step back to give him space, she gets a better look at him. He has a different presence then what she's used to when dealing with spirits, so she begins to assume maybe he's not. Which leads her to her next question: What, exactly, was it-him? She wasn't even sure.
Clearly the cold was getting to her, failing to notice him til now.
She remains where she is, watching Groot carefully for any signs of real hostility as he speaks. Nothing, and his statement makes her pause.]
I apologize, I was unaware this cabin was occupied.
[He remembered everything. How he swallowed nervously before speaking to Walder Frey, the side glances from their mother, the screams around him and the pain of the arrows and the knife being embedded deep within him. He remembered.
There were thick, ugly scars marring his body, he already checked, but he wouldn't tell her that, no. The wounds were like a distant memory to his body, but right there when he closed his eyes for him.
And before she could say anything else, he pulled her in a tight hug, wanting her close. He never considered himself overly affectionate, but there was so much he wanted to say and apologize for.]
[There's a very long pause. Jay's still holding the tablet like a camera, pointing it out to the window rather than at himself.]
I dunno if that's such a good idea.
[Actually, that sounds like the worst possible idea. Opening a window is indeed the last thing he wants to do. It'd mean anyone could get in. Or worse, anything.
Not that closed windows have ever been any kind of deterrent against things getting in, but he really doesn't want to think about that.]
It might be better to wait overnight before going out, at least. It'd be safer.
Are we playing a game, then? All right, I guess it could be fun.
I will start.
Oh no! Amerika! There are very scary faces outside of my window! Hands are clawing up out of the tar pit! I think I could use a big hero to save me from this strange thing!
Robb was in a similar predicament, reacting almost identically. It painfully reminds him that although they didn't share a mother, they were brothers through and through.
"Seven hells..." Robb muttered before Jon embraced him and he tightly returned the hug. The wolves seemed to be just as pleased to be reunited, white and grey, just like the two men.
Pulling back slightly, Robb looked in the face of his brother, "Do you know where we are?"
[She doesn't know how either. She doesn't know how she is here. She is preparing for the tourney, for meeting Harry the Heir, and now she is here, and somehow her dead brother is as well. When he pulls her this time, Sansa lets him. Her body trembles from it, trying not to let the tears slip from her eyes.
But if it is anyone who can see her cry over him, it is Robb himself. Sansa doesn't want to hear apologies. She just buries her head in his chest and keeps her arms around him. Alayne is long forgotten, she is brought back to the chambers she kept with Tyrion when he had told her about her uncle's wedding. She tried so hard to be steel, to be strong, but here she is with her arms around him.
No words come to mind. 'They said you were dead' comes to mind, but she doesn't wish to talk about it. She knows it to be true, but then she thinks that so does he. He seems to acknowledge it well enough in the way he hugs her tightly to him.]
Is Mother with you? [It suddenly dawns on her? She only pulls back enough to look him in the eyes, hoping beyond reason that their dead mother is also here.]
[ she snorts. the device they are communicating through is queer, like nothing she's ever seen before, but it allows them to talk, to see each other. needless to say, she'd prefer to be face to face with him, within touching distance, but, for now, this is better than nothing. behind her, a fire is crackling away. ]
Most people know nothing.
[ she grins a bit, then her countenance changes, turning semi-serious. she doesn't want him freezing his balls off out there or, worse, dying. ]
[ Jay's probably right. It's one night, after all. Maybe tomorrow they can try to get their bearings and find each other? And by then, Jay might even be more receptive to taking some of Tim's medication.
That does mean it'll run out faster, though.
Urgh. ]
Yeah, okay. We can sit it out for now. Since, y'know, there's nothing really there...
[ He peers out of the window again, as though he's going to miraculously spot Jay or something. Spoilers: he doesn't. ]
Luckily for Val, Al is not the sort of person to hoard his good fortune and refuse to share it with others. When he found a cabin with a plentiful supply of firewood for once, he saved half to distribute among the others and then set a roaring blaze going in the hopes that the light from the windows would guide anyone who might be lost out in the snow.
He can't feel the warmth of it himself, though he has a hand extended towards the flames when the door opens as if to pretend, but the light is useful even for him to fend off the shadows that sometimes plague anyone unfortunate enough to be trapped here. There's a brief moment of concern that the newcomer is one of those entities, before the worry fades into relief and a welcoming enthusiasm.
Smiling isn't possible when your face is an expressionless hunk of metal, but his voice is happy enough to convey ten smiles with some added happiness left over.
"That's good, that's what it's here for! Come in and sit down as close as you want, you look freezing."
[she doesn't seem sleepy, but he can't help but be overcautious with the family he has left, especially with Sansa, who was never outside for more than an afternoon.]
You can have it if you come back. [It's impressive, the level way England manages to say that. It's also a good thing that the camera isn't turned towards his face, because that would completely ruin the effect of composure.
But he ruins it all anyway with the slight waver in his voice as he adds:] Fair game, otherwise.
[She enters the room with her hands up and away from herself just for good measure - even if this man agreed with her, he doesn't sound the most thrilled for company. But she can't help making a beeline for the fire, dropping her pack off to the side and away from the spread of England's own supplies. She toes off her slippers (pretty things, but hardly appropriate for this weather) then takes a seat near the hearth and sets about rubbing warmth back into her legs.
Even just a few moments near the fire feels like heaven, and she sighs with contentment.]
[America drops his backback without care for the contents on the ground beside him as he sits cross-legged in front of the fireplace to work on getting the fire going. He doesn't have any flint or matches, so it'll have to be the super old-fashioned friction way, but he can do it! It's like being in Boy Scouts, never mind that America has never actually been an official Boy Scout.]
Back home I'm the world's hero! [Zelda probably shouldn't be getting her information on America from America.] Someone's gotta protect everyone.
[With the setting of the sun the wind has increased to near gale proportions, whipping powdery snow sideways and decreasing visibility to almost nothing. Even Al is finding it hard to see more than a foot in front of him, and he didn't have human eyes that needed shielding from the barrage of snow.]
IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?!
[His voice sounds weak and high, words snatched by the gale and disappearing. He can almost believe he can hear the taunting laughter of... something... nearby. He sees something move out of the corner of his eye, but it's gone when he turns to look.]
ANYBODY?!
[Maybe this was a foolish idea after all. He only wanted to help anyone who might be lost out in the storm, but he's gone and got himself lost instead. At least there's no worry of freezing to death, and maybe he will come upon someone he can help.]
The first thing to settle in his mind is that Robb is real, and not a ghost. He's grateful that Robb has preempted him with a question before he can say something terrible, like, how are you alive? It is like Robb to speak first, to take charge of the situation, even when he's lost and confused. This thought threatens to finally bring the tears that have lingered unshed behind his eyes for the past half year, but he maintains his calm.
"The town is called Norfinbury," he says roughly. "It's nowhere in the Seven Kingdoms or beyond the Wall."
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