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?
Yes, the perfect Catholic boy. You positively dripped with virtue. Especially when there was an attractive woman about.
[The casual dig comes so naturally to her, even over a year after he died. Like they're back at war, all the commandos huddled around a fire, drinking and shooting the shit to keep morale up and the darkness at bay.
One thing that also comes easily is that she refers to him in the past tense. He's still dead. At least, he should be. Steve might have been able to survive that fall, but not Barnes, and the animals got to him before they could find his body.
That means Peggy's probably dead too. What a disappointing afterlife.] I'm outside, actually. I've been locked out. Nothing that can't be handled--it can't be as cold as Russia. [Although in Russia, she had usually had lots of big men to primly huddle with for warmth. Now she's on her own, and she packs up snow to make her own insulated shelter. While it looks like she might be in some kind of afterlife right now, she's not ready to risk that this might be life, this might be real, and she might still be able to die.]
[ He removes his coat, hanging it on a chair, and Mirena unintentionally lets a sigh of relief escape her; fortunately it's nearly covered by his casual words as Bard makes his way to the kitchenette, and she's able to focus on what he says enough to reply with some incredulity. ]
Dragon? [ She can't help the note of disbelief, nor the small smirk that quirks her lips. ] You speak as though such a creature actually exists; it cannot be possible.
[ Then his last words sink in, and she follows him on tentative feet into the kitchen to ask of them. ] ...You made mention of your people. Are you a prince?
The woman's eyebrows shot up. Her back tensed, but when she spoke, her voice was calm. "You were the other body."
She immediately realized that that probably wasn't a very reassuring thing to say to someone fresh in an unknown place, so she hastened to add, "You're in Norfinbury. I'm afraid I can't tell you much more about the place. I only arrived... well, I don't know how long ago I arrived, because I was locked out of all the buildings when night fell and succumbed to hypothermia. I should have died, but I woke up in the morgue instead. I don't know how long I was in there."
It was a shock, waking up and not being able to see. She was still suppressing the fear that was threatening to close up her throat. In the morgue, had to grope around, try to figure out where she was, and she had accidentally touched another body. It had been cold and she thought it was dead. Apparently not.
I suppose I admire your courage for being willing to bare yourself to the cold in the first place...
[Don't ask what he's doing when he has to relieve himself. (Actually it's marginally clever, if a little gross.)
Enoch takes a deep breath and tries to stave off that instinctive urge to go save this poor soul who's trapped in the fatal cold. He knows well by now. He's locked in as much as he's locked out. There was no way to get outside. He might as well try to keep the man company.]
Enoch hadn't walked out so much as stumbled out of the morgue, breath coming quick and shallow as he fought panic. Being rescued from near death, he was no stranger to. It happened to him again and again. It was the fact that his rescuer was, first, not his trusted friend, and two, nowhere to be found.
Also, he was blind. His eyes were still there, he'd checked in that first burst of panic. They were just useless. And he had no guide to aid him.
When someone called out to him, he turned his head in the direction of the voice, taking a hopeful, stumbling step towards it. And when the offer to speak came, he could not prevent his fear from coming out full force. This was a situation he'd never had to deal with before, and without the comfortable presence of those who would support him, he was a lot less confident than he would be to begin with.
"No, I...I can't see. I don't know what happened to me, I-..."
He choked on his words and went silent, trying desperately to compose himself. With the loss of his sight and the presence of another person, the situation threatened to overwhelm him.
[There was something always entirely unpleasant about that blanket fort. From the moment he walked in, he knew it was concealing a dark secret...one that he really didn't care for in lieu of his bladder.
In any case, he can't really decide what's scarier: coming upon Yu in a scary ("scary") abandoned house, the fact that he looks like he hasn't slept or eaten in days, or the fact that he walked right past the pile of nonsense without thinking HEY, THAT LOOKS SUSPICIOUS -- especially after all he's been through.]
...Dude?!
[It comes out after his jaw's been slack for far too long.]
Dude! [More determined, this time. Yosuke even moves to close the gap between them.] What the hell are you doing here?!
[Whether he means in the house or in general is up for Yu's interpretation to deal with.]
Hope...an auspicious name for a place like this. It's nice to meet you.
[He pauses to flex his toes as feeling begins to prickle back into them. He's tired of having to put up with this, but what can he do? Until he gets some proper shoes he's going to be confined to staying in shelter more than traveling, and to dealing with this discomfort when he does travel.]
Cristian nodded and he absorbed everything she told him. Rising from the dead was not uncommon in this place. He didn't know enough people to notice this trend. It also came with different effects for those brought back. "How--" He coughed. His voice was starting to come back to him, but he still rasped. "How many days?"
He couldn't rely on a friend because he didn't have any. The only one he could call as such was far from here. Cristian was grateful for that, his partner didn't deserve this hell hole. Yet he doubted that Martha Jones deserved it either. Having a name did help calm his suspicions. He didn't think to offer his back. She didn't ask and he wasn't skilled in putting people at ease.
"Hallucinations. I thought they were inevitable if you stayed in one place too long."
[ The heat born by that disagreement is enough to ignite her, her steps becoming heavier and more assured. A spark, nothing more, and a shade of her usual - but there’s steel in her voice where there wasn’t before. A determination, both to prove herself and prove him wrong. She’d use the howling winds to her advantage, move with them and not against them. Exertion would heat her once her blood began pumping, a bout of energy too fast for the cold to catch up to.
This may be the worst time for a bout of adolescent-flavoured you know nothing, old man, but there’s a bite to her tone, replacing resignation.
It continues, emphasis almost sour, ]
Sir.
[ But, when he asks for a video feed, she acquiesces immediately. Well, the immediacy is in the intent; actual execution takes a few moments longer. She has to tug the fingers of her glove down again to hit the right buttons, and those few moments are a risk of frostbite. Eventually, Mikasa appears in his video. Her lips are pale, almost discoloured, and the edges of her eyelids nearly match. The scarf has been tugged down for the time being, snug against her chin without protecting the full lower half of her face. It’s for ease of talking, and although ill-advised - it won’t matter soon anyway.
She only has one hand to curl over her heart, a singular fist available to her, so the gesture is done by halves. ]
[ Perhaps a bit less than that. There’s no way to tell time here, with the sky pitched out by snow and even electricity is a gamble. It’s the least of Mikasa’s worries, at any rate. Military discipline gives her some idea of the time spent, but it can’t be considered clarity.
She helps herself to a glass of water, mirroring his actions from a moment ago. ]
We both got lucky. [ Despite her reserved nature, Mikasa is economical with survival. No time is wasted. ] We should see what else in here is worth scavenging.
Helena also goes about eating. She was making some mental notes as well for things she wished to accomplish the following day with Martha. Helena was wondering if she could find anything she could scavenge for building any sort of devices. It would be far easier said than done, she knew, especially when she'd need to devise a power source for it, but she couldn't deny the appeal of building a device that could serve as a heater or something of the sort. Especially for being outdoors. Even though she doubted being able to find enough parts lying about in this town, it was still a project that was something to chew on for a mind that always needed challenges and puzzles.
Not that Norfinbury wasn't a challenge in and of itself, but turning the same thing over and over in one's mind tended to get repetitive and caused one to miss crucial clues from the repetition.
"By my counting, a couple weeks, I think. It's almost strange how the days sometimes blend together." At least it was easy to tell the days did actually pass. It would be something else if they were in an area where the sun shone at midnight or something of the sort. "How about yourself?"
It really was a wonder just how much this place seemed to isolate people. It was easy to see how a person could go a couple days without seeing another person here. So Helena was definitely going to soak up this interaction with Martha for all she could get.
The old gods and the new gods. Not terminology Helena had heard of being associated with any religion on Earth. Even if she wasn't a religious person, Helena still knew at least something about the religions of the world. Partly because she had a habit of learning anything relating to Antiquity and such. And partly because her job at the Warehouse gave her tidbits of basically every subject.
Though the mention of the Weirwood trees was certainly unexpected. She wasn't familiar with what kind of trees those were. Helena couldn't help but to wonder what land Robb was from. By all respects, he wasn't even from Earth. How could that be possible?
Just another mystery of this town, though, wasn't it?
"I am from England, the city of London to be specific." It was even stranger given Robb's accent wasn't that different from someone who would be from England. This certainly set Helena's mind to thinking outside the box on the possibilities of this town. Well, possibilities and capabilities more like. "What are Weirwood trees?"
At the declaration, it was Helena's turn to tense a bit. The other body. So this woman had been in the morgue. More questions began to rise, but some were answered before she could give voice to them as a further explanation came.
"Norfinbury," she repeated, turning the name over. Helena had traveled far and wide for her job, but she'd never heard of a place called Norfinbury. Not that she claimed to know every single town in every single country on the planet. But still, a place that seemed to bring people here without warning should certainly have been something that was brought to the attention of the Warehouse, right? It dealt with enough strange Artifacts over the millennia, this place surely should have registered something.
At the question, Helena's previous theory had been proven. The woman was blind.
"No, I am able to see. However, I have no recollection of this place or how I came to be here. Indeed considering I was in the morgue and you confirmed that, I must have died? But I was not in a situation that would've resulted in my death where I was prior to waking up in the morgue." Helena was far more confused now than she had been. Frustrated, even, considering she prided herself on her memory. She pressed her lips together tightly, desperately wanting answers as to why she couldn't remember something.
[Right, of course. It's only when Greed tells him to stay inside that he remembers he can't actually go out even if he wanted to. The damn cabin has locked down for the night and he's powerless to do anything but wait until morning.
His fingers tighten on the tablet, voice full of suppressed concern and energy.]
Greed, listen to me. We're going to need to talk about-- a lot of things, but you have to make it until morning first. You have to try and find shelter!
[He misses his alchemy with an edge as keen as a knife blade in that moment. He doesn't even have the slightly superior strength he used to have, his metal body being more useless to him than ever.]
But I promise I won't let you turn into a popsicle. Really, I won't.
The Chous weren't...the worst. [Not like Amon or her own uncle, she thinks.] But they were jerks and didn't help the people starving in the city when they hoarded food.
...anyway, being banished into the spirit wilds is like a death sentence. Spirits and humans didn't really get along, and most humans didn't know how to protect themselves out there. But that's what he did. The lion turtle let Wan keep the fire element, and he found this group of spirits who took him in after they saw he was different. Unlike the other humans they knew, Wan cared, and he was willing to learn from them.
[There's an almost wistful note in her voice now. Korra wishes she'd had a chance to talk to Wan again after he'd led her to his memories, but it's a useless thought now. There's no way to contact the past Avatars with the connection broken.]
That's just the first part. [Korra says after a second.] Does it sound like any of the stories you have in your world?
[He could deny he'd done anything, but he's never been great at lying and even the constant deceit about his armour body stretches him to the extreme.]
...I think everyone has things they've done that they regret, that's what makes us human.
[He doesn't catch it. Not at first, the choice of tense could just be a reference to his actions in the past. It's nothing strange, right?]
You're what?! Shit, Peggy.
[He doesn't mean to get that loud but this strange device had been pretty insistent in its warning. It was cold enough during the day that he'd worry about freezing his ass off, nevermind during the night.
Bucky's up at the door of his shelter before he even thinks about it, tugging at the lock.]
[ Tim has been here a matter of days and has already suffered his first death. Waking up in the morgue isn't exactly the most pleasant experience he's ever had. It isn't the worst, either, but it's definitely a generous handful of shitsprinkles on the crap sundae that is his life. It really doesn't help that he seems to be deaf now, but hey. He'll deal with that after he's--
Oh.
Oh no.
After frantically patting his pockets, Tim grabs for his tablet and begins typing. He doesn't like asking for help, but this is an emergency. ]
TW: does anybody have a cigarette? will trade food/water/etc thanks
[Action: Masky prompt edition]
[ Masky doesn't know where it is.
It's aware that it isn't where it should be. This place is different - cold, desolate. Even the air feels different; crisper and yet more dead than it's used to. Abandoned houses aren't new, but this particular one is definitely a place it's never been before. Still: it would be quite comfortable here if it hadn't been cut off from everything it knows.
Its only priority now, then, is survival. It knows how to do that by now. Its host will need food, water, shelter. It will have to ensure that it gets all these things, while rigorously defending what it already has.
Simple enough.
It's getting close to night time. Anyone wandering into the wrong building tonight might notice that it's already occupied by a masked figure sitting silently in a darkened corner. Spooky. ]
[It's taken a lot of searching and wandering around freezing his ass off, but Jay is finally pretty sure that he's located the house Tim is staying at.
He's still a little cautious when he walks in, since you can never be sure what you'll find in a place like this. And, of course, he's filming everything on his tablet. That practically goes without saying.]
Tim?
[Just as he's calling out, he sees the masked figure.
Shit. What should he do? Should he try to reach out to Tim, try to snap him out of it? Is there any chance of that working?]
[ Oh. It recognises this one - the first familiar thing it's seen so far. Without direction, it isn't really sure how it's supposed to react to him. The fact that he's trying to address the host is irritating, too: it's not his turn.
Maybe it doesn't like this place so much after all.
It stays perfectly still for now, watching. It's muscles are tensed, ready to react in an instant if Jay does anything it doesn't like. ]
[As she spoke, Yotsuba kept on rubbing her face on her coat and tried to breathe on her face in order to try and keep it warm. It felt like her nose was gonna fall off at any second though.]
It's-it's okay! Yotsuba can't either..but thank you! Yotsuba won't let you turn into a popsicle either! I'll help you make a fire if we can find some wood!
[Nevermind the fact that she didn't really know how to make a fire on her own. Or the fact that there probably wasn't any available wood around.]
Rifa doesn't like being coddled either, but Korok looks colder than she, and it's not as if they won't end up sharing the heat anyway. It's the fire part that gets her. She pauses, aching to say something that might soften the blow. "You have not hindered me at all." She has nothing but respect for the shaman, even if he's cut off from the elements here.
She pauses to grab something out of her bag. She'd found some matches before, but she can do with flint. She'll save the matches for when they need them. After a couple unsuccessful tries, she finally gets the kindling burning.
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