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 fire poker gets lowered, though it doesn't mean Sansa is any less wary of the woman. She can't afford to drop her guard, even here where none would know the name Sansa Stark. Still it is best to lie low with the other girl, though she already turned down the stew. It is probably for the best. It is weak. Just some meat she treated for and some roots she found digging with another girl.
She's quiet as she pads back to one of the old sofas, not far from the source of the heat.]
Alayne, [She answers. Regardless of who she has met, there is still safety in her false name. Cersei may be far away, but she does not know who else is in the town.]
[Uh, excuse you, rude stranger. Bad enough that he's not sure where he is or what's going on or if he's been kidnapped or what. The fact he found someplace dry and relatively warm to take shelter in is literally the only thing he's got going for him right now.
He draws up from where he was standing in front of the hearth, trying to warm his hands. Takes in the new arrivals warily. The...animal might be a problem, and the man is at least as big as he is. And it's not like he actually knows how to fight.
But he's hardly going to back down at first blush. That's not how he was raised.]
I don't think so. In case you hadn't noticed, I was here first.
You have me. [And mayhaps that is better. She places a hand on his arm gently, almost afraid that he'll slip between her fingers if she isn't careful. Her smile is kind, but well meaning. She is not the girl he once you, still courteous, but no longer naive. It is not that she thinks him incapable, but this place is foreign, and there's so little to trust in it. Neither of them are alone now, and there is some hope in that.
She will do what she must. They must rely on each other. There is no question of it. For now they can share this home and try to plan from there.]
We can watch the metal square for others. [Both bannermen, allies, family, and enemies.]
This all feels like a crazy movie. [ sighing softly, she glances down.] The least they could do was provide us with... something other than surviving to do.
So far, from what I can gather it's a town called Norfinbury, and there don't appear to be any natives local to the place. Just those of us who have been, for a lack of a better word, abandoned here.
I'm afraid those are all the answers that I've got.
[Normally at this point he would roll his eyes and keep flipping on to other communications. Because this query clearly belongs to someone who must be a lunatic. Or is simply trying to mess around as a joke.
But enough time has passed and he's seen enough of the stranger arrivals around here that he's starting to feel...uneasy about the prospect of dismissing everything out of hand.]
I have to ask. Are you always this...morbid, in your inquiries?
[He can see the background and knows what's probably coming, for her. There's not an ounce of sympathy in him. He asks his own question in an idly curious tone, almost bored.]
[Maybe Loki isn't at all used to experiencing the hardship of cold, but this guy isn't feeling much happier about it. After all he's been someplace muggy and tropical for the past few years. And even before then, suffering from exposure to the common elements isn't something that happens to people like him.
But he was able to find a safe shelter and he's been doing his best to keep warm inside it. Staring at the pile of kindling in the corner, rubbing his arms as he thinks hard about whether or not he has the capability to build a fire from scratch in the nearby fireplace.
He can't believe he forgot to lock the door. But then, he hasn't seen anyone else so far; he wasn't factoring in other 'survivors' wandering around out here just yet. He looks up at the sudden intrusion, taking in the other man's discomfort and aggravation at a glance.]
...I don't suppose you're the one that lives here, then?
[When Simon tries the lock, it complain with a loud creak, but it unlatches and the door opens with some effort.]
[He opens it ever so carefully, just a crack, and peeks out at the dark, snowy landscape that he can't really see much of because the night is pitch black.]
[Watching him leaves her almost confused. This is not the man who proudly stood in the courtyard, practicing with her brothers. She would never think to see Theon like this, it taking more time than expected to even recognize him. Watching him now makes her want to ask what had happened to him, but whoever has done this, she should thank.
It is a bitter thought to think, and she immediately regrets it. Even if Theon killed Bran and Rickon, this is even too much to handle. He is nothing of the man he was.]
Don't leave. You're sure to freeze to death. [And somehow there's still compassion left in her. If not because she knows what it is like to be the plaything of someone cruel. So she swallows and tries to reconcile this with herself.]
I'm sure we can find you better clothes... Reek. [It takes a moment to say the name, but they are no longer Theon and Sansa. They are Reek and Alayne.]
[ caroline forbes has never been accused of being weak but she feels it right now. she feels more fragile than she's ever felt, she feels vulnerable in a way she hasn't felt since long before katherine smothered her with that pillow, since she was made a pawn in a game she didn't know was being played. now she's trapped in another game, it seems. and this time, she doesn't have the vampiric abilities to her advantage, to get her through this.
she is back to being that girl she so despised, weak. but she's determined not to slip into that, he tells her to move and she does, biting back a wince before she slides towards the fire.] If you want, I can add some of the scraps to the fire.
[It's hard not to smile at that. She's been surviving for so long that it's hard to think of a life without it. But the mind numbing tediousness of doing nothing is far worse than pretending her life is alright.]
Others have mentioned games. I don't think anything is set up though. But it would be better than days spent in blistering cold, trying to scavenge followed by nights alone.
[Bard had thought that ghosts, at the very least, would be something known and accepted among all the different people here, but it seems he was wrong about even that. There's just no beating first-hand experience with the bizarre.
Still, any distraction from Smaug's head in the fireplace is a welcome one, so he tries to explain himself.]
There is, uh, someone [no need to mention that someone being a dragon until he knows just what sort of fellow he's dealing with, right?] I was forced to kill in defense of my home. It seems he's decided to start tormenting me instead of moving on to wherever his sort go when they die.
["Was". The moment he hears that word, Bard forgives all of Mirena's strangeness. Grief--for that is what he now assumes to be the primary trouble here--can change a person profoundly, and he imagines being spirited away into a harsh and unfamiliar new setting only compounds the effect.]
Oi! You did not dream big enough. Any man with a goal like that set can easily achieve it.
[His words have begun to be punctuated by the chattering of his teeth. He scowls, shifting inward in a meager attempt to contain his own body heat. His breath rises in sporadic tufts of steam.]
It is a delicate balance of urine-dispersion, but easily mastered if you are truly focused.
[He's attempting to ignore the gravity of the situation by delving his attention to the subject matter of their conversation. It kept his mind off of the chill that wished to creep up his spine and take a hold of it - at the very least.]
I'd challenge you and make you regret those words but the only thing we've got to drink is snow. [It's tough having a pissing contest when you're on the cusp of freezing to death. He'd probably be more concerned but at this point in his (after)life dying is just like a bad joke. If they kicked it and were found the next morning as two frozen statues with dicks in their hands and arcs of pee in the air it would just be more of the same.
So. Shivering a bit, the phone gets shoved into...let's say a back pocket as he tries to climb the building. This won't end up well. In a moment or two that ass would end up landing in snow, but still. For a few seconds, Lancer would have the greatest of all treasures - hope, because shit hadn't gone wrong yet.]
Besides [And this is shouted a little because he's attempting to spelunk up a house and he needs his hands free for this (this won't end well, there's going to be some shadow moving in a window that'll cause him to lose his grip and land in snow.)] it's more important to leave a large mark than it is to sign your work.
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