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?
[ If its mask could look smug right now, it would. Some human emotions aren't really translatable into its understanding, but Earth human "butthurt" transcends all barriers.
It sits on the ground again, cross-legged, and carefully places its ill-gotten gains in a neat little pile beside it. Then just. Resumes staring silently.
That's as close to an answer as Jay's going to get, let's be real. ]
[ she shows him compassion and suddenly his sunken cheeks are wet with tears. she deserves an apology, the truth, for this might be his only chance, but his fear of ramsay, what the bastard of the dreadfort will do to him should he forget himself, is stronger than his desire to repent for his crimes and voice the truth about what really happened at winterfell. who knows, though, maybe in time that will change, but for now (sadly) he remains more reek than theon, a shade of the person she once knew. reek, reek, it rhymes with bleak. ]
Thank you, my—m'lady.
[ quietly, his body stilling until she mentions his tattered rags. slowly, reek raises his head, stiff fingers clutching at his soiled tunic, the missing three made obvious by the way the wool stuffing causes them to remain straight. it's a queer sight, to be sure, especially when his faux fingers start to bend awkwardly as if broken. ]
No, [ he says, shrilly. ] Lord Ramsay gave me these clothes, he … he said that I was never to take them off, save at his command.
[ It just watches him quietly, though it does shift into a crouching position to do so. All the better for tackling if he starts trying to film it again, right?
It recognises that Jay plans to leave, though, and that's just fine by it. Thus the relative leniency in letting him have his not-camera back. TAKE IT AND LEAVE, WEIRDO.
Unless it's gotten late enough for the doors to have locked, ohoho ]
[ Shhhhhh, sleepy friend. Shhh. By the time you wake up, Masky will have let Tim back into his own brain and he'll give you your food back and it'll all be very awkward and embarrassing.
Particularly if you wake up first and find a snoring Tim on top of a wardrobe or something ]
Tim wakes up slowly and groggily. Then spends a few seconds clinging to the wardrobe for dear life because whAT THE FUCK. WHAT IS THIS. IS HE WEARING THE MASK AGAIN OH GODDAMMIT.
He practically rips it off his face as he slides off the wardrobe to help Jay out. Is that some coughing he hears? TIME TO FUSS. ]
[ The comparison is a pointless one, and yet—Levi is struck by a reminder of Hange as the stranger lingers gracelessly by the threshold. Maybe it’s the fogged up spectacles. Maybe it’s the ridiculous disorder of hair, all thick and unwieldy knots tied back into a ponytail. Or maybe it’s the laidback demeanor that prematurely has him locking his jaw in irritation. Regardless, her suggestion for him to “chill” is met with an icy look. Probably not what she had in mind. He tracks her progress through the house without so much as turning his head, eyes following her every movement. The makeshift machete now rests against a knee cap where he kneels in front of the bereft fireplace; its placement is deliberate, a casual warning. ]
You’re not going to find anything.
[ Levi’s voice is clipped, flat. He’s already ransacked the place, with every good worth having neatly piled beside him. ]
[He struggles with that, setting down the tablet as he once again tries to get to his feet only to topple over. Al can probably hear it, and the groan as Greed hits the snow. There's a pause as he reaches for the tablet again.]
I'm thinking maybe I should dig in right here instead.
[ Ackerman’s response takes him aback. A myriad of subtle emotions ripple rapidly across his expression, and the smile widowed in their wake is a small, strained thing—there and gone. If only the fire blazing in her heart was enough to save her. Maybe it will, he realizes. Not tonight, no. But on the morrow, when she stirs in a makeshift, metal coffin beneath the morgue… She’ll need that spirit. ]
Noted.
[ There’s no attempt made to argue with her; he refuses to be baited into debating the limitations and possibilities of equipment he knows better than any other. Mikasa is without a doubt as stubborn as her “brother.” ]
Are you an idiot? [ Scowling faintly, he shakes his head. ] Cover up your face, brat. I can hear you just fine through the scarf.
[ Harsh rebuke delivered, he then shifts his weight and acknowledges her salute with one of his own. Approval darkens his gaze. ]
I'm sorry for repeating something you've heard so often, then.
[Feeling creeping back into his feet now, he shifts back up to a more proper posture, back straight, shoulders back, hands on his knees, continuing to curl and uncurl his toes to encourage proper blood flow again.]
I don't suppose you've found any clues, then? Either why we're here or how to escape?
"That's strange, because beforehand, I was able to see. Why would the morgue leave one woman blind and the other without the slightest of why she's there?"
Peggy keeps one hand on the side of the building, using it to keep herself grounded, but she gestures vaguely at the woman. "You had a bag. I remember nudging my foot against it when I was groping around. Check it. We were all given some metal contraption that we had to register ourselves on." Maybe this woman has already registered and doesn't remember, or maybe this is her introduction to the town. Either way, Peggy would be lying to say that the thing isn't helpful.
[Alistair lets out a short, dry laugh -- more of a grunt than a chuckle, really, but still a laugh. It's not that he finds their predicament funny, per se, but sometimes you find yourself in a situation so absurdly, implausibly terrible that you have to laugh.
Or grunt.
Either works.]
Dramatic irony? Or is that something different? I can never seem to remember.
Verdeza? Well... [He thinks. No reason not to talk, right? This fellow - Greed - is obviously not long for this world anyway. It's not like anything they say to one another can really make a difference. So why not pass the time.] It was rather secluded. Which far as I was concerned was the biggest problem. Sure, it was warm and there was sunshine and a beach. There was also absolutely nothing to do to pass the time.
Aware of it? Not a chance, but he was now. Robb isn't quick to respond, standing there silently with lips pressed in a line. Finally with a large inhale, he nods, "It's what I last remember. I have thick, healed scars where the wounds ought to be."
He doesn't understand this any more than Stannis. He should be dead and yet his heart was beating in his chest along with the rise and fall of each breath. "I woke up here and with a metal square with text upon it. I've never seen or heard of anything like this."
Stannis was older, perhaps he would know more about such a thing, but Robb couldn't come to any possible conclusions.
[She has grown up; that certainly hadn't gone amiss. Not only physically, but in the way she spoke, choosing her words carefully, and the way she held herself. So much had changed since they last were together. She no longer was a child and he'd have to accept that.]
That's all we can do at this point.
[He glanced out the window again.]
And when morning comes, we'll search this place together.
[Together. It seemed like such a foreign concept at this point, but if there was anyone in the world he was glad to see again, it was Sansa.]
[And so, with a weak smile, Yotsuba tried to climb up Alphonse's metal body so that she could get to his shoulders and sit on it. However, there were several problems with this idea. The first was that it was difficult to hold onto his loincloth while she was climbing. She nearly slipped off because her grip wasn't good enough until she tucked the whole thing under her chin.
The second problem was that Alphonse's body was freezing cold, and while she tried to deal with it, she couldn't stop herself from shivering heavily, her teeth occasionally clacking together.
If she managed to reach Alphonse's shoulders though, she'd hold an arm out-and wince at the way the wind and cold felt. It hurt, but it was the only way to see where the wind was blowing.]
"Their bark is white with blood-red leaves and sap. They say the Children of the Forest carved faces into them to represent the old Gods, before the arrival of the First Men, thousands of years ago. The Godswood of Winterfell had one where my father often prayed." Robb did sometimes, but not nearly as much as he should have.
"I've never heard of 'England' or the city of 'London'." Was it possible that she was from a land he wasn't familiar with?
"Well, I would answer that if I knew what the answer was."
Peggy shoots a glance at the window, which shows the snow still falling heavily. "I just woke up here with some metal slab of some kind that I could type on. I was in the office before that."
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