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?
[ It's interesting, to say the least. He might not be the person most fond of the snow and the wind, but it's ... interesting. Of course, he's used to it, thanks to the many unwarranted and unpleasant journeys to the vast frozen plains of Jötunheim over the years. But the familiarity here is gone. It's a quaint, quiet little village (presumably; the outside isn't so bad but the rundown shack he unexplicably woke up in is pitiful at best,) with fewer mountain peaks and even fewer frost beasts roaming about. Might as well take in the few pleasures there are, aye?
But he stands outside after gathering his bearings, and he's surprised. He's cold. There's a chill tingling down his spine, his extremities suddenly feeling the brunt of it. He's cold.
It's remarkable. Years, centuries passing by without wondering why he never needed more than a light coat when travelling to frozen realms and everyone else in the party bundled up in furs, now all for naught. The snow even slips into a crease in his boots and now his toes are colder.
Strange, indeed. Fascinating, but strange. And it took all of two minutes before Loki decided he fucking hated it.
His foul moods are often a force to be reckoned with, but here he has no army, no weapons, no magic, and he's cold. Figuring out what happened can wait, for now he's making an immediate bee line for the nearest unlocked house and kicking the door open, grumbling and stomping inside. ]
Brilliant. [ muttered under his breath as he dusts snow from his hair and shoulders. ] Simply brilliant.
network: prompt #1
[ somehow, he's not surprised. investigations and discoveries can be so time consuming, and now it's getting late and the houses are locked on him. fantastic.
no one seems to be answering his knocks (perhaps they know who's on the other side of the door, good on them,) and now, he falls back to that last resort: primitive technology. it's archaic and it's unreliable, and he can't believe this is what he's reduced to, but if he's stuck outside then someone at least has to throw a pillow out the window. maybe a cup of tea. he could be lucky. ]
Should there be a considerate soul amongst the lot of us all confined here, a word of advice on safe lodgings in these dreadful outdoor conditions would be appreciated.
I've my doubts, obviously, but it would be nice not to have to sleep in a snowdrift.
"Korok, then." Rifa isn't snuffled upon, but that's all right. Frostfang understands she's not a danger and that's all that matters. She doesn't need to win the affection of every wolf she comes across, though a part of her yearns to. The wolves of Azeroth seem to be so short-lived compared to the lifelong companions she knew on her old world.
But that was a very long time ago, now, and a place far away; the wind howls outside and the snow falls in droves, and she knows she has to focus on the present. She unclasps her cloak from around her shoulders and shakes the snow off. And then, slowly and easily, she approaches.
"You are probably colder than I am." She's forty but she's by no means elderly, which means taking care of the older ones. And the younger ones. She's-- well, that's just how she is. He's blind, and she can tell by the way he doesn't quite meet her eyes, so she takes advantage of it in this small way by settling her huge fur cloak around his shoulders without permission.
She sits beside him but not close enough to invade his personal space. Instead, she looks over the firewood that's been gathered. "I can handle the fire, if you need." She sighs, blowing a bit of floofy dark hair out of her eyes. "If only I hadn't lost my bow, we would have some food tonight."
[Welp. She's caught him in the middle of his temper tantrum. In his defense, though: He's been locked outside and is probably going to freeze to death. If that's not a reason to throw a fit, he doesn't know what is.
When she speaks up, though, he seems to calm down. He even speaks to her, though he doesn't say much:]
I AM GROOT.
[I am so sorry you've gotten stuck with this one, Peggy. It's going to be a long night.]
[ The shelter she's found for the night has ample stocks of food, water, and plenty of blankets and other creature comforts; Mirena counts herself as blessed to have stumbled upon it. But no more than an hour after she's made herself comfortable rummaging through the house and eventually removing her boots and socks to warm herself by the hearth, she hears the front door open and shut hard against the icy wind of nightfall.
She's forgotten to lock it.
It's not that she'd begrudge anyone else the right to come in from the cold and seek shelter, but she's not certain of who she can and cannot trust in this place, and while she has not come across anyone particularly dangerous, the fact remains that she has not come across very many people as of yet. Statistics may or not be in her favor.
Barefoot, a woolen blanket still wrapped around her frame, she makes her way through the hall to the front of the residence, hearing a man's sturdy voice call out as she does.
...a very familiar voice. When she rounds the corner he's there - his hair is different, longer and streaked with gray, but for all intents and purposes he could very well be her husband.
Mirena doesn't speak; she just stares, open-mouthed. ]
The other person happens to be a woman, leaning her back up against the side of the building and staring blankly out at the snow, her brow ever so slightly furrowed and the corners of her mouth tugging in a frown.
She turns her head to face Helena when she speaks, but her eyes don't focus on anything and the furrow in her brow gets deeper as she digs her fingers into the building.
"Go right ahead. I'm afraid I don't have very many answers to share, though."
Her voice is incredibly calm, even casual, considering their circumstances. Especially considering her own--Peggy woke up in the morgue completely blind, and she's struggling to think of how she's going to be able to navigate this world without sight.
The creaking stops for a moment. Then it's back, accompanied by footsteps someone isn't trying to hide, and a familiar face pokes into the living room.
"Angie?" Peggy's face is still flushed from the cold and snow is still in her hair. "What on earth are you doing here?"
What on earth are any of them doing here, really?
at least this one doesn't have to worry about getting a winter sunburn
[Well. It is not quite the sort of reaction he was expecting, but as nothing is yet being aimed at his head or heart, Bard doesn't think he'll need to fight his way back out after all. He's still not sure of his welcome, though.]
This time, Frostfang settles back on her hindpaws and watches Rifa approach her companion. There's a short frosty 'woof' that warns Korok of the other orc's approach, but the most that the old orc gets for the warning is a brief twitch when the cloak settles over him. He doesn't greatly appreciate being coddled (what orc did?), but he respects his kin and says nothing aside from a brief grunt of thanks.
Large hands pull the cloak a little closer, and promptly pushes the wood away from him, even if he can't tell if he's pushing it toward her or not. His pride stings, though it only shows in the way his lips tighten around yellowed tusks.
"Do not let me hinder you." He doesn't remark on food. He'd fed what he had to Frostfang -- he suspects that she will bring back something for him a bit later.
[Actual Assassins didn't actually wear Assassin insignias in their normal every day fashion in the modern era. Not unless they wanted to swiped up by Abstergo in the middle of the street.]
Oh my god.
[His voice drops, loses his energy and replaces it with... something like awe, and also dread, and also more revelation, and also "holy shit."
He pulls himself back situating the pen between his fingers so he could rub at his forehead and his temple, and try to process the idea that he had actually been talking to Ezio Auditore da Firenze the whole time.
He's a bit distracted with that-- but pulls his attention back after a moment. ]
Ah, no, no-- I'm, I'm a historian-- well, more of a historical analyst--, from the 21st century. 2013. I've uh-- I've studied your life, your-- career in a manner of speaking. It's part of my job.
[....Well if there was anyone you could trust it was the Mentor. Uh, besides the Al Mualim situation. But they'd documented Ezio pretty damn thoroughly before Desmond.... yeah.]
My job for the Assassins. As it were.
[Shrugs.]
at least he wouldn't have to take off his silver wedding ring, either
[ She's rooted to the floor and unable to move, but the moment he expresses uncertainty and suggests he might leave, Mirena takes a step toward him. ]
— No! No, you must stay. [ she stops, takes a breath, reins it in a bit; her next words are quieter. ] It's cold, outside. You'll freeze before you reach the next shelter.
[ She takes him in visually, her eyes moving over his hair, his rugged clothing, cataloging every minute similarity and difference — but it's his eyes that transfix her. They look so much like Vlad's. She swallows. ]
Likely not. But it never hurts to broaden your horizons!
I mean, there are shadows-- we haven't stumbled into some sort of two-dimensional perception of the world-- but they certainly aren't moving. Or speaking. Or sentient. At least not here. Do they intend to report back to Hades?
[For a moment, England fears that the cold has taken Sealand before he could even see the message. It's a small relief when he finally responds, though England isn't sure if he feels better seeing that Sealand hasn't even tried to be contrary to him.
He types his response as quickly as possible, not wanting to waste the precious time he has left to talk to Sealand before he's submitted to the uncertainty of death in this place.]
Yes, unfortunately. Even when I take countermeasures, I always end up a bit burnt. That's how bright the sun is there.
[The last part is an afterthought; he wants Sealand to be able to imagine it.]
[He nods in agreement with the plan-- and she seemed... nice enough. Not the fake nice or the impatient nice or the scary nice that other doctors usually showed. So, current assessment: wary, but willing.
But Colin's ready to go, already taking a few steps through the snow down the street as he hugs the tablet to his chest. But he stops with a bit of surprise, an "oh" moment if he could speak, and turns around to look at her again, typing out and holding up another message.]
[It's hard for him to decide whether or not the audience is welcome. He loves the attention but doesn't want someone to see any mistakes he might make--not that he'll make them, but there's always a slim chance. He grins wide but his teeth and chattering just a bit so he cuts it down to a pleased smirk.]
If you want to see how it's done, sure. I'm not the kind of guy that shuts down a kid's education. [He's already moving through the snow towards one of the taller mounds, perfect for using to make the snowman's body.]
See--[He has to pause for a moment, but then keeps right on going as if it never happened.]--See you have to plan it all out in your head first. Pick the best position and the best snow. Don't want anything too wet or too fluffy, you hear me?
[He's turned his attention to typing on his tablet again-- but he shakes his head at her question. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be; not that the houses were exactly stable even if he did.
But she's right, had to keep moving. Even if it was early in the day, who knew how bad the weather was going to get? He takes a few shuffling steps forward, still typing, before he stops again and flips it around to show her.]
i got kidnapped by a super-villain & he gave me sum stuff that lets me transform into a big monster w ith super-strength an all my scratches wuld heal really fast.
[...Weird story, but he's practically beaming with pride.]
Gintoki responds with a powerful shrug as he leans back against the door with a soft 'thunk.' He blinks a few times into the camera of his tablet. The other is a kid from what he could tell. Too impressionable to be hearing stories of his penis.]
I'm locked out. It's cold. My ass is wet. [As he speaks, his pinky finger casually makes its way into his nostril. There is no hesitation before he begins to dig.]
I have, and unfortunately found nothing that would fit my feet. I suppose it wasn't very smart to ask you, you would have no reason to bring them along if you did find them, of course...
[He forces a little chuckle as he switches to rubbing the numbness out of the other foot.]
It's...it's good to see someone in person, in this place. My name is Enoch.
[The old immortality hermiting? He's never been good at that to begin with. Add isolation to the mix and he'll even regress(?) to taking initiatives like introducing himself.]
[He scrunches his face in distaste, darting his eyes down for a moment before looking back at the doctor, with all the indignation and spite a ten year old could muster on their face.]
They all think I'm hopeless. One of them said I should be lobotomized.
[He's not 100% convinced that the Scarecrow was a real doctor-- but he sure knew a thing or two about psychology even if he'd proooobably lost his license.]
[He retracts almost immediately, wincing slightly when she slaps his hand away-- not because it hurt, but because the gesture frightened him, took him by surprise.
Well, Colin's more than willing to give her some space, taking a half step back as she tried to lift herself up on the gurney. He's sure not gonna try and help her this time.]
We're not on a spaceship. Spacehips don't have snow.
[Yosuke's been freezing his ass off from the very start of this debacle. He hasn't been affected by frostbite just yet, but he's been on a personal journey of sorts. Playing detective's become somewhat of a habit, apparently, but no one can blame him under these conditions. His tablet's been fairly useful in it's own way, but a tablet's just a tablet. If he could somehow produce flames and set it on fire, then he'd be happy.
But he cannot, and thus he's been searching for answers on foot until, comically convenient as it is, he happens upon a functioning home. Of course, he doesn't really know that it's functioning until he knocks, tests the knob and treads inside, hugging himself and rubbing at his upper-arms in an attempt to create some friction and speed up the thawing process.]
Hey..? Anybody in here-? I knocked, so...
[So please don't try to kill him. He calls out a few more times before testing the bathroom first and foremost in Typical Yosuke Fashion (when you g2g you g2g, and it doesn't seem like anyone's here at all..). Next, he's fussing around with the fire place and searching nearby drawers for a matchbook; figuring out how to start a fire Bear Grylls style has been his main issue since waking up in the morgue -- which is something he's done his very best to forget about!
[Those are not the words England wants to hear. He stands so that he can approach the doorway, leaving the fireplace poker behind.]
I don't think I want hypothermia any more than you do, so there's not really any other option. [Boy, he's grumpy. But a compromised shelter is worse news than usual, in this weather.
While Kei looks at the hinges, England runs a hand along the opposite edge of the door, clenching his teeth when he feels the chill of the wind even through the layers he's wearing.] This entire house is still standing and the sodding door goes out, of all things.
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