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?
Don't ignore my suggestion! It was definitely something productive to do with our time. [He speaks with a mouth full of snow, unimpressed by the other's antics.] If a key was present, I would be inside. We cannot operate on 'ifs.'
[Besides, burning down the one shelter he knew about seemed too risky. Sure, it could have been haunted by some malignant ghost who was currently keeping him locked out - but at least it was shelter. Can't thumb your nose about easy shelter.
When it worked anyway.]
Where? Ah. Good question. Everything's white. Was a map supposed to exist? [So the answer was a disappointing 'in town' after all.]
"I do not know. Though I would like to know why we were in the morgue. I did not see any machinery that seemed capable of bringing someone back from the dead, if indeed we both were dead before waking up." Helena explained, her own brow furrowing a bit in thought. "Not to mention it looked as though no one had been in there in a long time." It was one large mystery and Helena wasn't certain about what it all meant. Did she have more knowledge about this place that it had, for some reason, taken away from her? Or had she just appeared here?
At the urging, Helena blinked, mentally chastising herself for not poking at the tablet more than she had before she exited the morgue. "Oh yes, I'd forgotten about that in my searching of the morgue." Slipping her bag off her shoulder, Helena opened it and dug around until she pulled out the tablet. And, indeed, after a few touches of the screen, what she found almost shocked her. "It seems I have already registered, but I did not do anything with it since I woke up. Which means I have been here and have no recollection of it." And now there was a stronger sense of frustration, perhaps even some anger, mixed into her voice. She didn't take kindly to her memory being messed with.
Especially not after the experience with the Janus Coin.
Helena had definitely never heard of anything Robb had spoken of. Her mind, of course, could only start to entertain the theories that multiple universes existed, and that they both were from different ones. It was not so far of a stretch of her mind to do so. After all, she'd bent the laws of time to her will when she'd built her time machine. Her mind was capable of entertaining the impossible as being more than possible.
"They sound like beautiful trees," she said, upon hearing the description of them. Certainly something with that coloring would be quite eye-catching and beautiful in its own way.
"Then it seems we are both equal ground as I have not heard of the places and things you speak of." Though it didn't trouble her so much as open up the possibilities to her. It would perhaps also better explain Norfinbury. "And that fact only makes Norfinbury that much more intriguing to me."
[Hijikata sat on a wooden chair, his elbows resting on the small and battered dinner table in front of him. The man's tablet was just out of reach, and he glared at it with eyes heavy with fatigue. The twig in his mouth tasted foul, small splinters of wood slopping off of it to wedge themselves in the back of his throat. He fiddled with it, two fingers closing around it as if it were a cigarette.
As if he could forget what they tasted like.
Every damn day he only found himself focusing on the memory of tobacco drifting into his mouth more and more.
His tongue rolled over the base of the stick, curling back in mild disgust. Hijikata groaned. He dragged his hands from the table to press his palms into the chair, scooting it away from the table. He slipped, jerking into a slouch and yanking his hands away. The wood was wet. Somehow.
Hijikata stared at his hands, squinting at the sheen of sweet smelling liquid that coated them. The room was dark, he had to strain his eyes to get a good look. When he finally glanced away, a shadow stood right next to him.]
AUGH!!! [His chair clattered to the ground and the man's body nearly fell with it. Hijikata scuffed his feet as he leapt away from the figure. He stared at it, eyes wide and intense as if breaking his gaze would release it to attack. Strain grew and his eyes stung - he had to blink. Hijikata skewed his face, straining his lips and eyebrows into a truly terrifying monstrosity of an expression to milk every second of sight from his eyes. He could feel his eyelids drooping, his reflexes taking over. The man let out a strained growl, locked in a battle of life and death with himself and his stupid bodily functions. His teeth snapped the twig in his mouth, sending the small piece of wood clattering to the ground.
He lost.
As soon as he blinked the figure was gone, leaving a wet mess on the ground where it had been standing.
Hijikata about did too. But no one needed to know that.
He forced a smirk, rolling his shoulders and correcting his posture. That was stupid - a ghost - it was just his eyes adjusting to the light after staring at his hands for so long. Sure he was up in some creepy mountain, stranded and alone in the first cabin he'd found but...spirits weren't real. If anything, it was an alien. No, wait, it was his eyes adjusting to the light.
A shaking (it was cold!) hand reached towards his tablet on the table, though Hijikata himself kept his body as far away from it as possible. He didn't need the distraction, or anything, he just figured he'd check to see if anything actually helpful had been posted. Probably not.
The first thing he saw was a ghost story.
Hijikata slammed his hand into the device so hard he nearly knocked it from his grasp and to the ground.]
If you've got time to be telling stupid stories like that, then start looking harder for food and shelter! Or at least put something constructive on the network. [Leave it to a bunch of faceless idiots on the internet to take something that could have been a useful reference tool for the surrounding area and make it into an asinine message board.
He'd beat some organization and focus into them if he had to! The network was a place for serious questions and forum discussion.]
Had... had that happen to me, too. Prison, exile... you could call it something like that. All by myself, though. Didn't... have any locals to talk to.
[Even awkward sympathy is better than none at all, or at least it's enough today. Some people don't even have the decency to try for that much, and Bard is used to taking what he can get.
And hey, he's getting options for the head-of-Smaug thing, which is also nice.]
So something strange about the house or the land it's on, rather than something unpleasant specifically seeking me out.
[His scientific knowledge isn't exactly up to date, but "that thing's not right" is an easy enough concept to grasp.]
[Gallows humor: the best (only?) defense against the crushing weight of an inevitability that makes no damn sense. It's like they've both been training for this.]
If that's not it, it sounds close enough. All my knowledge lies in shooting or hiding things, so I wouldn't know enough to correct you.
It's totally fine! I'm still growing, so there will be plenty of time for my shape to fill out! [Hold on, where is this conversation going—] I'll be nothing compared to Kuru-nee, though! No amount of beauty sleep could ever make me as pretty as her!
[Despite what she says, there is nothing but enthusiasm and affection in her voice. In fact, there is arguably too much affection in her voice, but that is neither here nor there...]
So, anyway, tell me about yourself! What's your name, where do you come from, and what do you like to do for fun?
[Does she ever stop talking?! That alone might be enough to put him to sleep...]
[Incidentally, Gintoki had just been searching for a space where he could toss in his thoughts about the ghost story that had popped up. He'd hoped someone else would develop the drive to address it first, as it was always easier to chime in rather than lead the charge.
And, as fate would have it, such a man made his appearance! Gintoki was quick to add his complaints. Not that he had been particularly effected by the story. No, no not at all. His blood sugar was just low, which had made him jumpy and irritable.]
Something constructive like devising a way to make snowcones from the snow. Those with a sweet tooth could finally be sated, and productivity would skyrocket from there. Even by just putting up a ghost story, our ability to work had been infringed. Who could concentrate to that? Not that it was scary. It was just too inane.
Use your creativity for better things![The wind howled at the side of Gintoki's cabin. He jumped, smashed the space key in a panic. He never bothered to fix it.] Nevermind cigarettes, did someone manage to pack any snacks?
[The finer points of her concern escape Bard's grasp, but the broader theme--worry for a child left vulnerable to the dangers of the world--is one that's dogged his mind every day since arriving here. He looks down briefly into his bowl, suddenly not so sure he'll be in the mood for more soup.]
My own children are alone while I'm here. I think our people and neighbors will be kind to them, since we've all recently come through war and dragonfire together, and they are each capable in their own way, but I'm all they've had for a long time, so I can't help but worry.
Steph just sighed. She was sick of moving around and hiding to survive. That had been her life of the last several months, and she had hoped after her father's death she wouldn't have to keep running.
"I'm Stephanie, by the way. Nice to meet you, I guess." The circumstances could have been better.
"Safer than assuming it'll get warm, in any case." She would have to agree about the clouds. Even if her astronomical skills were not quite so precise, she would have liked to know where the sun was.
She turns and considers getting up to go look, but the part of her face that was warm a second ago is hit by the tiniest of breezes and is suddenly bitterly cold. She'll stay by the fire a bit longer.
[Which is precisely the WRONG interpretation of what he was going for!]
Okay -- what did?! Ending up here? You did it on purpose?!
["Here" meaning "in general". Yu's response was simple, yes, but enough to assume that he was clearly referencing the house and their current situation than anything else. He's just stupefied at the moment; suddenly running into him and all.]
That doesn't even make sense. [FTR.] How long have you even been under there?!
[Losing track of time is surprisingly easy, Neku has found. For all that he's tried, obsessively looking at the tablet and trying to figure out how long it would take to get back to shelter before cutoff, he's lost time in looking for something to eat. But he hasn't eaten all day. He's starving and cold, and like hell he's going to let both get the better of him.
But it's too late. He didn't find anything usable, and now, he's trapped outside. None of the buildings have any entrances he can get into, not even a hole in the wall or a basement stairwell to huddle in. Shibuya never has winters this bad, and even with the coat on, it isn't doing much to keep out the cold. If he can't find some way of finding heat, he isn't going to make it through the night.
... relying on other people... is still something new. But if he's going to survive this, he has to try. He doesn't want to die from exposure. Not after all he's been through.]
... h-hey. So, uh. Is... is anyone else stuck out here?
[A shiver wracks his body, and he curls in more on himself, closing his eyes for a moment.]
Anyone else n-not from a place that's used to this kind of weather?
[ t h r e e ]
[Finding a place to stay is Neku's biggest goal at this point in time. Rather, finding a decent place to stay, one that has a chance at warmth and not starving and possibly some running water while he's at it. Because hey, it's been too long since he could actually shower. He could probably use one, even if it is a cold one. Actually finding a place like that, though, seems to be a slim chance, if not flat out nonexistent.
Or, it was. But this place he's standing in now seems to be just what he's looking for. A nice fireplace, some wood...! Maybe this place is abandoned. Maybe someone meant to use it and then just... didn't. He's pretty sure no one is here. But how long has this firewood been sitting out? ... maybe it would be safer to check, just in case.
Keeping his bag on him, Neku moves through the house, first focusing on the kitchen before other areas. If whoever lived here last left some food in the cabinets, he's going to take it. He can take jabs all day long about how skinny he is, because back at home he just didn't care, but here he really, really could use something on his bones. Cold isn't too kind on him.]
[You know what? Guess who's got two thumbs, is going to give an appreciative laugh, and knock back a handful of snow in a totally not slightly numb hand much like one would knock back a shot of rum.]
You're alright, you know that? [Said through an equal mouthful of snow.] If we don't die let's get drinks later. And I have no idea where the hell I am either besides 'somewhere with snow.' Man. If they're going to lock us out- [Mysterious spirits they.] -they could've at least made things easier. Gave us a map. Made the place look more interesting. Gave us something to do besides freeze our asses to death.
[ And now the tables are turned, between them; Mirena's eyes turn even more forlorn when she sees him stare vacantly into his bowl of soup as he speaks of his children, and especially when he refers to himself as their sole parent.
Her heart goes out to him. How often had she worried that the Sultan would come for Vlad once more, to lead the Janissaries in battle, leaving her alone for the rest of her life with Ingeras? If duty called he was obligated to respond, and although Bard's situation is different, she feels the depth of his loss as keenly as if it were her own. ]
...I'm sorry. [ She comes closer, near enough to place her fingers on the arm of his hand that holds the soup bowl. ] I know what you must be feeling. If your children have been through so much, then they are resilient — but it is a parent's job to worry, to always be concerned for them. [ Her voice is soft and a bit sad. ] We have no choice in the matter.
— Come, [ she entreats, ducking her head and tugging gently at his arm, now. ] Sit by the fire, with me. You're still chilled.
I'm aware, but the doors are rather resistant to kicking and the windows are similarly resistant to smashing.
[Leave it to Peggy to sound perfectly cool and collected when she might be dying. It's true on the battlefield and it's true when she's alone in the cold.]
If you have any luck opening a door, let me know and I'll try to make my way wherever you are.
"Likewise. I'm Enoch." In normal circumstances, they might not even have spoken even if they'd lived in the same world, even if they'd encountered each other.
"I'd offer my hand, but I'd rather keep my cloak closed. Forgive the rudeness..."
And he hopes she'll forgive any abruptness as he moves out of the drafty hallway towards what looks very welcomingly like a hearth.
Is that the catch? When you die, you come back, but it needs something to be taken as a toll? She hopes it isn't permanent, because in that case, she's going to need to learn how to navigate the world quickly without any kind of eyesight.
"I suspect we may find more answers by fiddling with that thing and looking at any records it may keep of your activity. Before we look at that, however, I think we should find shelter. There should be buildings nearby." Not that she actually knows if there are or not because she can't see them and she's wary of trying to trudge through snow without having any idea of where she's going.
[She relents after that, smiling slightly. The threats out of the way now, and even if he's not taking her seriously, he'll learn his lesson later. If anything goes wrong.]
I just checked the buildings around here. You can tell if people left things behind when they moved on, you know? Most of the time there isn't really anything you can use, though.
[Korra finishes packing down the snow and finally crawls into the shelter. She draws her legs up to her chest, looking out at her new friend through the entrance.]
"Indeed." And knowing how quickly the sun could set during the winter, Helena was seriously hoping they at least had a couple hours to find a place to take shelter in. Especially when they weren't certain just how large the place was. "Let us hope we still have a couple hours of daylight. Though with any luck we will find a building within that timeframe."
Though was luck really on their side? Helena had already woken up in a morgue. That alone said that her luck was non-existent.
Helena clenched her jaw, biting back some profanity. She wasn't the type to curse typically, but this was one of the situations that did make her want to. And really, she did have good reason to curse if she wanted. But as it was, they had more pressing matters to tend to currently. Helena put the tablet back in her bag, closed it and slung it over her shoulder again. Like the other woman, Helena was hoping this was temporary because she didn't want to have to re-learn this place. Knowing herself, Helena probably had done an excellent job of investigating the place and made notes about it as she'd gone.
Some days she did pride herself on still keeping a diary.
"Yes, I do see a building not that far off," she responded as she looked around. "We can certainly head that way, then see then I shall consult the tablet." She then looked back at the woman. "You may take my arm or set your hand on my shoulder if you wish." Helena did take a step closer to her, though she didn't enter her personal space yet. Not until she was invited to do so. "My name is Helena Wells." She felt it only proper to introduce herself, especially if she was going to guide the other woman to shelter.
"Your arm would be lovely, thank you." Peggy felt a rush of relief. As silly and prideful as it was, she would have been ready to try her luck at just trudging through the snow alone if it meant that she wouldn't have to ask for help. Being offered it removed the need.
"Peggy Carter. It's a pleasure, Ms. Wells."
Under usual circumstances, Peggy was loath to accept help from anyone. She was proud and fiercely independent. Yet considering their situation, she had to just accept a little humility and admit that she needed someone, at least until the blindness wore off or she learned how to deal with it on her own. It was made easier by the fact that she was accepting help from a woman instead of a man--with a woman, she didn't feel the need to put on nearly so many airs, because women don't need to fight tooth and nail for other women to respect them.
(And, to be frank, she doesn't expect a woman to take advantage of her the way a man might try. She's encountered women who manipulate and kill before, but she can't afford to be suspicious right now when she may die of exposure all over again without someone's help. Luckily, taking the woman's arm would allow Peggy to take control of one of Helena's limbs if she turned out to be a hostile.)
She held out her arm for Helena to take, still not quite trusting herself to try to take the woman's arm on her own. Considering how well she had been navigating thus far, she would have accidentally grabbed something inappropriate instead. "I have some things in my bag that we could review. I'm afraid that it's ink and paper for the most part, but you should be able to read it just fine." That was another obstacle she'd have to deal with if the blindness was permanent. She would have to learn how to write in braille and depend on others to read regular type out loud to her.
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