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?
[She's no weapons on her, nothing that could defend her if he tries anything. Sansa is made all the warier at his answer, but she merely rubs her numbed hands together, letting the fire give them warmth. When they seem to be able to move again, she lowers her hood and slips off the drenched cloak. It is better to hold it in her hands, letting it dry from the heat as well. She may not know if she needs to make a run for it.
But she tries not to be rude. He has let her in after all. She keeps her head bent before looking at him.]
I was with some men before they separated. [A well crafted lie, to keep him at bay.] They may come looking for me.
[No one will. No one here knows her name, Alayne nor Sansa. Her eyes flicker back to his, holding her wet cloak out.]
What is your name?
[Mayhaps it will bring clarity to the pit in her stomach.]
It had been a stupid idea to wander about in the snow. Warrick blamed the stupidity entirely on whatever flight of imaginative fancy had persuaded him that he'd heard something besides the howl of wind that had persisted for the past few days. A voice. Someone calling out. A connection to someone or something real - besides him - that existed in this void of white. He'd wanted it badly enough to trek out into the blinding snow and look for footprints or scratch marks on trees or anything at all to tell him he wasn't crazy, and now it was getting darker and colder (as if that were even possible) and the tracks he'd made in the drifts had long since filled with new snow, obliterating his retreat.
He'd probably die out here. Well good. It would save him the agony of starving to death or losing his toes to frostbite if he simply froze to death. Bit cowardly to lie down in the snow and succumb, though there wouldn't be anyone to witness it. Warrick struggled on stubbornly instead, chin tucked down against the bite of the wind, which was probably why he almost bumped into the walls of the cabin before he noticed it.
"Oh, thank Christ," he muttered to himself as tapped at the solid logs, beyond the point of caring whether this was a cold-induced hallucination or not. He'd rather freeze to death in illusory comfort, if that were an option. And it seemed that it might be.
From the flickering of shadow behind the frosted windows, there might even be a light source somewhere within, and light meant heat. Stumbling with the eagerness to get inside, he trekked around the small shack until he found the door and then flung himself at it.
[She is tired, from the search for food and her trip back to the village. The cold has long set in, but he brings hope. If she keeps moving, she'll see him again. One foot after the other she trudges slowly through the streets as she turns onto the main road. Her head lifts to see if she can see him, blocks up from her.]
I think I see you. [If she squints her eyes through the dusk of the setting sun, she sees a black form on the horizon. It makes her lips twitch in a small smile for a moment.]
[Ah yes, Disney, sadly a thing that Amestris is lacking. It's a shame because Al would probably be a big fan. He leans forwards, elbows on his knees, and scratches his chin thoughtfully.]
Is he... um... here? Not here right now, I mean here in this place.
[That gets a smile from her. Optimism, she remembers when she had so much of that. Its a lot harder these days but having a cheerful person with you tends to make it easier.]
Got it.
[She'll give her arms one last rub before looking over at the snow.]
It'd be nice here... Any party... [Which ends up being the last thing he says. It's not really the last words he would have hoped for, but he didn't plan on dying of hypothermia, either.]
[Bollocks, this was not what she'd planned on. Helena had been onto something, she'd been too absorbed in trying to figure it out and lost track of time. And now, well, she was locked out. She burrowed down beside one of the buildings and pulled out the tablet.]
Have to say, this is not how I planned things to go. Suppose it serves me right for being far too involved in trying to find something. Curiosity was bound to be my downfall sooner or later, it seems.
[Humor was always a good defense mechanism.]
Never thought this would be the way I'd go, though. It's rather lackluster for H.G. Wells to die of bloody hypothermia, wouldn't you agree?
FOUR
Helena's eyes opened and she found herself in a strange place. Well, at least until she turned her head and then it became obvious where she was. It was a morgue. Which meant...had she died? That was the logical conclusion given the fact she was lying on a table. Sitting up, she tried to get her bearings, but she couldn't grasp much. She really didn't know where she was or how she got here. But she must have been here before considering she'd just woken up here, right?
That's when she noticed the tablet with its insistent message. Frowning, Helena picked it up and looked at it. Well, she wasn't one that ignored such insistent warnings to get out of a place, so she quickly found her way out of the morgue.
Wherever this place was, once she was outside, she noticed the snow, and the feeling that the place had been abandoned. Creepy was a word that only began to cover it. Helena gaped a bit at her surroundings, having no recollection whatsoever of the town. Which was odd, right? Clearly she'd remember a place like this. She may be far older than she looked, but Helena had a damn good memory, and this place wasn't in any of her memories.
That's when she spotted another person. Oh good, someone she could talk to and figure out where she was.
"True. Traveling during the day is better than at night but it still isn't good," Clint drawled, taking note of her change in stance and finally un-notching the arrow, tucking it back into his quiver. "Wastelands huh? I'm assuming not a snowy wasteland like this."
[England is the person Sealand wants to hear from least and most at the same time. That jerk can't even help... Not that he needs it. He just needs to think of hot places and... and get out of here? Yeah...! Too bad getting up from this spot huddled against the wall seems impossible.
It takes a long time for the short reply to come, and not just because his fingers are almost frozen now. Placing his fingers in the right place is getting hard, his coordination all over the place, and he forgets what he's typing midway through the sentence.]
[Al thinks for a moment, desperately running through everything he's ever read to see if there are any facts about surviving extreme temperatures lurking at the back of his mind, but nothing much presents itself other than the obvious.]
Here, I'll shovel the snow out since it'll probably just make your hands colder to do that, and you use your feet to kick it into a solid bank against the wind.
[He's as good as his word, dropping to his knees right away and starting to use massive hands like shovels. He feels the loss of his alchemy keenly right now, this is definitely an occasion where it would be useful.]
[If Jay was feeling self-deprecating, he'd say that he lost all chances at blissful ignorance a long time ago. If not the day he first started going through Alex's tapes, at least some time since then.
He just digs out his water bottle instead, finally turning the tablet back to face himself.]
Cheers.
[Rather than drink right away, though, he eyes that pill bottle apprehensively.]
If you're not in pain or aren't concerned about moving, then I hope you find somewhere else you can stay for the rest of the day. The snow doesn't look like it'll be stopping soon.
"I was at home, so trust me. I understand the feeling."
And all he wanted was to get back to them; to know that his family was alright. Because he had no idea if Laura and the kids were even safe and that scared him more than anything else.
"As far as I know? Looks like we're stuck. But there's always a way out, it's just a matter of finding it."
[Someone who was alive that long ago, but who is famous enough to be remembered? That limits the pool of suspects somewhat.]
Was he a Führer?
[Maybe one of Führer King Bradley's predecessors, assuming he was from Amestris. Al hopes so, because his knowledge of Ishval, Creta, Aerugo, Drachma, and Xing don't quite extend to the famous people of the past.]
[England doesn't realise what's just happened, at first, since all he has to go on is America's audio feed. When no response comes, his reaction is predictable, his expression on the video confused.] ...America?
[Nothing. Another attempt, more firmly, as confusion slowly becomes distress:] America?
[He shakes the tablet as if it's just malfunctioning, and America's voice will come through again at any moment. But when the silence stretches on too long, he squeezes his eyes shut and takes a shaky breath.]
...it would be nice.
[He turns off the video feed. Even the camera watching him is too much; he needs some time to himself.]
Yes, she's fully serious. Oh right her name. Without the radio she probably can't just call herself the lone wanderer without getting more weird looks.
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