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?
We don't have any answers just yet: they seem automated, probably some sort of still active security system. Like the tablets, they don't seem to need active human activation.
If and when we manage to open the doors we'll contact you. But for now you have to focus on surviving the night. Act as if there is no hope for rescue. What is your current status?
[This guy reminds him of Joshua, a little. Ugh. Why is he listening? Because he doesn't have anyone else to talk to, and it takes his mind off of it, that's why.]
Cold. I'm between two buildings, so it's not as bad, but.
[The tendency to do illegal things and then whine belligerently about well deserved punishment completely negated any claims of 'bullying'.]
Even if the writer has moved out from their parents' house, they're still a smudge on society. If they want to redeem themselves, they can start filing documentation of all of their findings. So we can know that whatever they're saying is true, since they like to write idiotic lies on the network.
Being a demon means being feared and respected. Being a diabetic means dying weak and early. Fear doesn't factor into something so obvious. I don't want your sugar, don't share with me. If you think that a snow covered wasteland has sugar, there's something wrong with you.
I'm not going to take orders from you! Berries are usually sweet, so you eat them! This guy volunteers and is about to send his coordinates, so everyone look for them in his next response. He'll eat anything weird and dangerous, so long as it's brightly colored and sweet.
[Each letter Hijikata typed was input with more force than the last as his annoyance with the faceless yet entirely too familiar man on the network continued. There were just too many similarities in speech patterns and priorities. This guy either was odd-jobs, or an individual who would give the lazy samurai a run for his money as main character. Either way, Hijikata's sense of reason was quickly succumbing to the boiling frustration of talking to this idiot.]
[Is there? Neku shifts, aching from sitting tensed up in one place for so long. Maybe he should keep moving. Moving generates heat. But even if he keeps moving, the wind might cut right through him. And he aches.]
[If he could have started a fire or found something to use as insulation he might have better odds]
I'm assuming you're wearing the normal winter wear. So resist the urge to start doing extreme exercise to keep warm. The sweat will freeze and kill you faster.
[Wow. Thanks for that. Thanks so much. It just makes him curl into himself even more, voice audibly trembling from the cold despite how much he's trying not to let it get to him.]
[His second thought is, Telling Demyx that would be a waste of time right now.]
Lea knows what happens in the morgue -- dead people come back to life. No one told him about the after-effects, but really, they could deal with that after Demyx was out of here. For quite possibly the first time ever, Lea keeps his mouth shut as he nods and straightens his legs, still bent over and holding Demyx's hand.]
[Demyx was always a pretty cool guy, and Lea is getting pretty freaking lonely, so the decision to help is a no-brainer. If it was someone like Xigbar on the ground, though... he's not so sure what he would have done.]
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"We can." Feeling a little more herself, Steph remembers which pocket she left her own phone in and pulls it out. She may not have any real allies here, but she's a journalist at heart. She's been compiling all of the information she can get, making connections, and sharing anything and everything she thinks important.
"If we can start it up it'll be useful, even if it's only you and me contributing. The more we get a map built up the more willing people will be to add to it."
"Bard," he answers, making sure none of the blankets get stuck. "Is there anything you'd like to talk about to pass the time, or would you rather hear a story?" The only games he can think of wouldn't really work--they rely on the players being in the same area, or on language rules that don't translate well, or on supposedly-common knowledge that doesn't seem to be all that common here.
"A st-story?" She clenches her jaw to hear herself stuttering. Shaking is good, it will increase her body temperature, but she still doesn't like not being in control of herself.
[That manages to get him to snap out of his defeat. He's still cold, still can't feel his legs, still certain he's going to die out here-- but Greed tries to stand again, using the building for support.]
It wasn't anything personal. Kidnapping you.
[His voice is still as distant as it has been, but he knows he has to keep talking.]
Just a matter of convenience for me, and the wrong place, wrong time for you.
[It's probably a little fortunate that Greed's name is as simple as it is. He doesn't smirk or anything, doesn't even do what he would normally do in a situation like this. He answers her question, making sure he enunciates clearly enough so that she can read his lips.
He's fairly certain she can't hear him.]
Greed.
[It's a little hard to look smug in a situation when it's so serious.]
Shivering so hard it impacts your speech is far from the worse Bard's had to take care of, so at the very least Kara won't have to worry about it being remarked upon. (The "on Earth" part is a bit weird, but for now he's just assuming she's an elf or something, since he's heard they do that sort of thing.)
"Alright then. A very long time ago, in a place not very far from where I grew up--" for he can't say "not very far from here" when he still doesn't know where they are "--there was once a city called Dale. Now, Dale had been founded on the side of a mountain called Erebor, in which there lived a whole kingdom of dwarves." Here he pauses, because it's the part where he's always been prompted to go on a tangent explaining dwarves.
Unfortunately, Kara is familiar with the term. Just not in the way he means.
"A wh-wh-ole kingdom? I thought th-th-the condition had a reces-es-essive lethal allele." That would cut down the population drastically, if a community of individuals all possessing the allele for achondroplasia reproduced with each other there was a 1 in 4 chance of death and a 1 in 4 chance of greater size.
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