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?
"For me it was loss of hearing," she said. Everyone knew to get inside, more by experience than by the warnings. Because who would have thought that not only did the doors lock one out, they also locked everyone else in.
"It'll come back. Your vision. Within the next few days at least. Until then, your best off attaching yourself to a friend or holing up somewhere and hoping the hallucinations don't come."
She took a sip of the water herself before capping the canteen.
"I'm Martha Jones." Maybe that would help calm him down a little.
She smiles. "Sharing a fire is hardly an imposition. Provided we don't waste all the wood. Besides, another body adds warmth."
Martha closes the door heads back to the hearth, sitting down and studying her new companion.
"I'm Martha," she begins, figuring it's better to know just who she was going to be spending the night with. "And yes, most of the buildings nearby are less than suitable for overnighting."
She picks up her tablet again and muses over what Stephanie said. Martha makes her way to the notation app. Relatively crude, but it did allow pictures.
"I wonder if we could even just make something here. It'd be an incredibly poor map, but something a little better than our current alternative.
[She looks too taken aback, sure of who he is now, and why he felt so unfamiliar. It is a strange thing to see, despite how much hate resides in her for him-- for what he's done to her little brothers. But there he stands, and when he does, she must place her hand in front of her face to try and block the smell.
What has happened to him? Whatever it is, it is hard not to think it is what he deserves for what he did in Winterfell, for turning on the home he held, on the family who kept him, the king who considered him a brother.]
I know who you are, Theon Greyjoy. [Though she is aware of the irony. Alayne does not know Theon Greyjoy, save for as the son of Balon Greyjoy of Pike, like a name on paper-- not as the boy who grew up beside her in the halls of Winterfell. Her jaw tightens. Already she can feel Alayne disintegrating in her hands. Someone here knows her, and she knows him.]
[Too many people have talked about getting trapped that she needed to put something in place. It's too much of a survival instinct, and it's not like she isn't used to the cold. The shed isn't much, and it's perhaps enough for three or so people. There's a table with a few hand canned goods and piles of blankets beneath it.
When he shuts the feed off, she tucks her tablet away before heading out of the shed to wait for him. When she hears his voice, Abigail turns around and gives a nod.]
Abigail. [It's not that she's entirely doing this, because she's nice. Part of this place is dog eat dog, but she can't get the fire to light, and as much as she's prepared, she's screwed without it. So if helping him means she gets to survive through this, it's better than both of them freezing to death.]
No-- No, it's okay, I can sit at the entrance and keep the wind out, you don't need to make it any bigger.
[He reaches down to try and grasp her hands in order to stop her working, concerned that she may be cutting herself on the ice and damaging her bare skin by continuing to dig this way.]
I think it's good now, you should curl up inside and I'll sit here.
[There's a moment of frozen silence. And then another moment of frozen silence. And then, only then, does Al respond with some very awkward and stilted chuckling.]
As Robb moved closer, he's able to see the man's clothes better, making him notice that there was something familiar about them. "Robb Stark, Lord of--" He pauses only for a moment, vaguely wondering if it mattered here. None of it seemed familiar. "Winterfell. Who are you?"
Grey Wind takes a seat, panting and anxiously awaiting Stannis's reactions.
"I don't know where we are." Robb decided to at least confess that much.
then again he couldn't afford one in the first place
[She's right enough about the freezing part--at this late hour, he'll likely be caught locked outside before he can make it to the next suitable building, and he's ill prepared to handle the bitter cold come nightfall. The way she looks at him as if she recognizes him is off-putting, but if she turns out to be a madwoman he thinks he'll be able to handle himself.]
My thanks. I'm called Bard. [He takes off his pack as he speaks, but not his coat just yet. Just in case.]
[Her smile is gentle. It is too much of an instinct to be wary, but the girl shows signs of genuineness. She is kind and almost naively so. Sansa remembers the time when she was, when believing that people should do the right thing.
But to have a friend again. She thinks of Lady Margaery, and her chest tightens for a moment. Sansa was nearly family for a time, before the Lannisters.]
That is true. Our survival may be dependent on it here.
[He wasn't expecting to be sung a song, but it works equally as well as shouting to bring him to her location. When he finally sees her, his heart lurches sickeningly. She's so young... and even worse, she's wearing clothes that make him wonder how she's not already suffering frostbite or hypothermia.]
O-Oh!
[He doesn't even think about how he must look looming out of the darkness, he just swoops in to try and scoop her up and out of the ice.]
Aha... haha... ha... No, really, I promise it'll be fine.
[He squeezes her hands once in reassurance, which probably isn't very comfortable because ice just makes metal really cold to touch, before settling himself decisively at the entrance to the little shelter.]
[Thankfully, Alphonse spoke before he scooped up Yotsuba, so she knew that this was the nice guy who said he would help, so she didn't try to wriggle out of his grasp, but she did cry out, surprised at how cold his metal body was, on top of everything else. Instinctively, she tried to put a hand on his body to steady herself, but that just made things worse.]
Wagh! You're cold too! You're super cold! And why is your body metal?!
[Of course, as she spoke, she kept having to shield her eyes from the snow or wipe it out of them, which didn't do her hands any favors. Under her shoes, her toes were already starting to turn blue.]
You didn't-- [She smooths over her hair, trying to smile. It is not likely Arya would have lived long in the capitol, between what Joffrey did to Sansa in court and the way Cersei circled her constantly. It tested her, taught her to become a better liar, to hone her manners and use her kindness to her advantage instead of twisting it into a naivety.]
I am glad to see you alive, Arya. That is all that matters.
[Thankfully, right now, Yotsuba let the question of whether or not Abigail was a good person in favor of other things, like why she couldn't sing or draw.]
Why not? Everyone can sing! If you don't know how, Yotsuba will teach you! I'll teach you how to draw too, if you don't know how! Yotsuba's good at drawing!
[The last house Bard searched had been completely inadequate for sheltering overnight. He'd doubled back, but the going had been precarious--turns out his luck wasn't strong enough to miss that snow-buried ditch twice--and now he was stuck outside after nightfall.
Lovely.
He's hollowed out a cold little cave for himself overnight, but the bitter cold of the air and the fresh falling snow indicate he won't be able to afford sleep this night. He must keep himself distracted, so he turns to the network for company.]
What do you call it when you narrowly escape burning to death only to freeze instead?
(Network: Two)
[Bard's hardly the nomadic sort, so as soon as he found this place--within safe distance of a cache of supplies, the furniture unbroken, the toilet working, and no major holes in the external walls, aka the only four things he really needs--he'd taken claim of it. Unfortunately, the hallucinations are starting to set in, so now it's time to consult the other people possessing these clever little real versions of Seeing Stones.]
Do any among you have experience with spirits? It would seem I am being haunted.
"Says you, I'm still smaller than everyone else." A soft huff as she said this, more than willing to go closer to the fire, pausing only to give Grey Wind an affectionate ruffle of his ears. The warmth felt good after the bitter cold outside, and she settled beside her brother.
"I imagine whoever owned it is gone. This place is suspiciously empty." She pulled her small pack around, rummaging inside before pulling out a few scrap-wrapped bundles. "I found a few things to eat in one of the abandoned shops... I'm not sure how long it's been there but it seems edible enough, and it means we might find more later if we look closely."
[Arya would have been dead long before this point, there was no way she would stay silent as her sister was harassed and abused by the Lannisters. She didn't understand the need for manners, for staying her temper in the face of someone she hated so much harming someone she loved. It was better she escaped when she did, and for all of her regrets, she did know that.]
Bard strides over to the nearest window, trying to turn the lock, but as he feared it refuses to yield any more than the doorknob had. That means it's time for Plan B.
He grabs a lamp with a nice, sturdy base--good heft, very solid, but completely useless without a light bulb or electricity--and rams it against the glass. Please hold while he repeats this futile gesture.
Great. [Korra practically beams at her. This place might suck, but at least she's made her first friend here.]
Oh yeah, I wanted to ask you something. What do think they want us for? I mean, if they're leaving packs of supplies and something we can use to talk to each other, there should be a reason.
[She had no intention of even trying to take Groot on in a fight, she can't bend, and while she might be faster, he more than likely would be stronger. And have much better reach.
So, truce it was. The last thing she needed was injuries added to the plethora of problems she already had.
Then he speaks again, the same statement, if not with a slightly different tone. She notices his motion, glancing in the direction he gestured out of the corner of her eye, still keeping him in sight.
She nods before taking a few steps backwards, before turning and making her way into the kitchen. The food that's eventually found is a welcome sight, and Kuvira stores what can be kept long among her supplies before returning.]
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