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?
Courage? If you think something like that takes courage. I answered the call of nature the only way I knew how. My penis can handle more than a little cold.
[The fact that he cursed and tried to use his yukata to block himself from overexposure to the rigid air was all confidential information. No one needed to know of his grumbled struggles as he tried to find just the way to write his name in the snow. They could use their imagination to fill in the blanks! Much like a text-based RPG game. Yes, yes the audience could build their own perception of the situation, which meant that he would only benefit if they thought he had suffering through it more valiantly than he actually had.]
I didn't expect to get locked out. My timing was off. My whole night has been thrown off. I had plans, you know.
[But instead, he was going to piddle about and freeze to death. An irritating mistake, though definitely not the first time he'd been locked out here. He curls his toes, attempting to bring warmth back to them.]
[The albino moves his hand in a waving gesture - not overly concerned by the other's challenge. They wouldn't have the energy to complete such a task now - especially since they both had already taken the piss.
He lets out a labored sigh, leaning his head back against the door so that he could look skyward. The small jut of the roof overhead blocked some of his view - but also offered a little protection, so it was a fair enough trade. The sky overhead was grey, void of any notable features. It was awfully fitting for this place.
A space so nondescript, it made for a far more perfect hell than any of those fiery, torture pits people had spoken of.
The other's comfortable introspection is broken by a grating sound coming from the other's end. Fabric brushed against the mic and sent Gintoki's irritation to new heights. He stuck a finger in his ear.]
What are you doing? Huh? That's annoying! You hear that? Hey! I was having a moment!
[An unintentional master of timing - Gintoki would lose his temper at just the right moment, seconds before the other plummeted his ass back into the snow.]
[Oh well that is -- so not at all reassuring. You have no idea. Considering Paxton also is responsible for somebody's death back home, and it's definitely someone he never, ever wants to see again.]
I would normally say I never believed in ghosts. But there have been more than few things here that border on the...inexplicable, haven't there?
It's not as if this person is physically there, though, from what it sounds like you're saying. So the explanation could be something else.
[It was a beautiful moment. The snow was falling, the clouds thick above, the wind shifted ever so slightly, it was almost peaceful in its monochrome sort of grayscale way as he ascended, and then a loud shout distracted Lancer and he fell ass first into a large pile of snow. Metaphors of angels falling from heaven could apply, except neither member of Pee Club™ would really count as one in the slightest. The spirits and ghosts inhabiting the spooky Alaskan town would probably be pulling out their popcorn of the damned.
The phone got fished out from snow.]
What the hell are yo- [Wait. Didn't he ask- he did ask. Frown.] What was I doing? I was trying to climb on top of the house [Camera flick. That one. Back again.] and see if I could get in so I wouldn't die. Again.
[ Something about him profoundly changes at her words; his entire countenance changes to reflect something more sorrowful, and when he asks her whether she's lost her husband, she suddenly understands how it was misconstrued.
She ducks her head down, thoughtfully. ] He was gone when I had been stolen from the siege of our castle; he'd sworn when he'd departed that he would find a means with which to fight the Turks.
[ She looks up, determined. ] But I know he still lives — I know it. I know he'll return and will mourn my absence, even if the castle is shelled to ruin and rubble, first.
I said I wasn't stuck! Don't embarrass me like that. I like it outside. It's a nice temperature. Perfect for lounging outside of the cabin. It was too stuffy in there. You see? Do you see?
[He tilts his head, closing his eyes as he pulls his pinky out of his nose, only to blow the booger away. A sniff follows.]
You sound like you want me to sing to you or something. Are you having trouble sleeping? Is my tone going to put you to sleep? [His teeth clatter together on that last sentence, much to his chagrin. He gives an irritated scratch to his head, bobbing his head as if that would shake the foul mood from his skull.]
[This whole place is inexplicable to Bard more often than not, but enough things have been successfully explained to him at this point (and the idea of being stalked by a dragon only he can see until he goes mad is unpleasant enough) that he's willing to entertain possible alternatives.]
He lingers in the fireplace. Whenever I get close enough, he breathes fire in my direction, but the scorch marks vanish if I look elsewhere long enough. Back home, even after I killed him the effects of his lingering malice soured the heart and mind of one who had been by all accounts honorable all his life, so if this isn't truly him someone is providing a very good imitation.
Br-breathes fire? [The faltering incredulity there is not for the reason you might think, Bard.] ...Whoever it is that's haunting you, he sounds like someone I would never like to meet.
[Because damn, son, your ghost sounds too much precisely like the one Paxton is hoping to avoid. Right down to the effect he has on other people.]
[Bard has made it out of too many bad situations himself to doubt the foundation of Mirena's faith, so he gives her an apologetic nod.]
Then I hope we find a way out of here soon enough that he'll have nothing to mourn but his own absence from the side of such a kind woman. [And that's not just a line to play nice with the hostess; he totally means it.]
No way. I already have a celebrity love interest, I'd rather have him sing to me instead! [Why does she make it sound like it'd be cheating otherwise?! That's not even how it works!] Besides, the night is still young! It's way too early to sleep.
[Truthfully, she's a little too restless to sleep, too. It wasn't often that she was without her sister, so not only did she feel incomplete, but— well, she was worried about her, too.]
Oh! I'm not going to sleep anytime soon, so I'll keep you company, okay? It'd probably be bad if you fell asleep out there.
[ Oh, of course there's someone else in here escaping the horrid weather. The city seemed as barren and empty as Svartalfheim, but perhaps that's just because everyone made the incredibly wise decision to stay inside all hours of the day and night. Now he's burst into a complete stranger's house, and they're probably hogging up all the kindling in the building for that pitiful fire.
He doesn't bother masking his disgust or disappointment. The phrase, "any port in a storm" comes to mind, and he figures it's better to stay here for the time being than to march out in the cold trying to find an empty building.
Perhaps this man will be tolerable. But Loki doubts it. ]
I am now. [ The door is slammed shut (and locked, because he'll be damned if he's going to share this one safe haven with more mortals,) and he makes his way further inside. If he had his magic, he could make a way better fire than that. Tch. This is pathetic. ] Only temporary, I should hope, but here will suffice for now.
[The Will gives approximately zero fucks. You don't get to be in his position, that of a fairly well-known and well-paid hitman, without breaking a few heads along the way when they... well, get in your way. And right now, he wants a warm fire and something to eat, because fuck this entire planet. If it takes ousting some poor sucker from his cabin, so be it, The Will has done way worse things in his time.]
In this case, finders keepers means I find it, I keep it. [Lying Cat bristles a little at his side, a low rumble of a growl starting in her chest.] If you think I'm going back out there to freeze my balls off...
Stannis is barely reacting to his presence, and boy, doesn't that feel familiar? He remembers much the same from his early childhood, constantly being underfoot looking for attention and his brother refusing to provide. That was, of course, before he just up and left.
"Spirit?" He sounds indignant, because of course he does. "I am no spirit, no matter how you would like to ignore my existence! Do not insult me so."
And then to further prove that he is not a ghost, he takes the chair leg and he strikes out at Stannis with it, a pretty clumsy swipe that's more to get his attention than do any real damage. "You have many things to apologize for, but I have long given up on expecting one, brother."
[A beautiful moment - mutually squandered. The stars surely aligned to allow for the Piss Brigadiers™ to inconvenience one another so masterfully. A meeting constructed by fates that needed a notable dose of schadenfreude.
He looks unimpressed when the other's visage graces the camera once more. Gintoki begins to dig into his ear, since his finger was already in his ear.] You were trying to break in? Were you a burglar? You must not have been a very good one. Besides you were hurting my ears. See.
[He rubs the mic of his device to his yukata so that he could replicate the grating noise.] Already died once? You're not very good at this. [As if he hadn't either.] Oi. We could drink the snow. Drink so much until we had enough pee to make our mark on this world before we die. Since we're going to do that anyhow.
[The swordsman digs his hand into the snow next to his butt. It stings his skin, forcing him to quickly shove the mess of ice into his mouth on camera.]
[ Sheena's also doing some watching of her own. Her guard may be down, but that doesn't mean she won't react quickly to any move considers hostile. She won't, however, attack someone without provocation.
Tilting her head to meet his eyes, she nods. ]
Yeah, I don't like it, either. Well, not like this. At least the snow stops once in a while where I'm from. [ She eyes him critically, her smile gentle. ] Go ahead and move closer to the fire. You just came in from out there, so you must still be feeling the chill. [ Understatement. ]
And if someone lives here, I haven't found any evidence they do. This place is abandoned as far as I can tell, so I guess we can stay here for the night without any problems.
[His voice is passing close to a sneer, but he keeps most of it in. After all - he reasons begrudgingly, after a beat - who is he to judge?
He takes in Loki's appearance, his mannerisms, his dress. Not to mention the clear attitude of disdain and distaste he carries. Well, he can work with that. At least they have something in common, perhaps, besides them both being stranded here.]
I take it you must have about as much idea what's going on here as I do. Which is to say, not at all. [He manages a hopeful if humorless smile of commiseration.]
Now, let's hold on a minute here. I didn't say that.
[Switching tactics on a dime, he puts on his best 'reasonable' voice. Soft-spoken, eyes opening wider, expression appearing earnest.
Obviously he can't just order or bully this man into leaving. But there's no reason he can't talk his way out of a fight he surely wouldn't win?]
You don't have any more right to this place than I do. And why should either of us have to suffer for nothing? There's plenty of room here. How am I in your way?
I was raised in a desert, so surely my tolerance is different. Desert nights are cold but it's easier to build a fire. It's usually not as windy and certainly not as wet.
[He can't imagine anyone had much in the way of plans, really, after curfew in this place, but he's not going to talk about that. He's just trying to sound confident, surely. Put on a brave face so nobody would have to see him suffering. Heaven knows (after his little encounter with corruption, they did) he's done the same many times.]
Speaking of building fires, you should try to find a place sheltered enough from the wind to make one.
Ah, a death befitting a warrior! [ It might sound like she's making fun, but there's genuine appreciation in her eyes—for a couple reasons. And with a nick name like that, she can't help but assume this is one of the honor-bound fighter types. ]
Now, we talkin' one-on-one combat, orrrr amidst the very throes of battle leading your men in the charge?
[ Her laugh fades into a shudder that wracks her body but doesn't disturb her smile. She feels she might die quicker if she lets it fade. ]
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