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?
Hey! You're not supposed to fall asleep. I want to get to know you, so it'd be really rude if you fell asleep!
[Not that that's the reason she's chatting him up. Mostly, she's bored and lonely and she figures that if he manages to survive, he'd kind of owe her one for it. Not to mention that, as an Orihara, she's kind of rude by default, so she has no right to complain about someone else being rude.]
And anyway, aren't you too old for JUMP? A guy like you should be reading more adult stuff! There's nothing wrong with indulging in dirtier things once in a while, you know!
She gets points for originality, even if Bard has no idea what an "allele" even is.
"A whole kingdom, and they may lead lives easily three times those of men besides." Because "lethal" he does understand, at least on its own. "They're the best builders and crafters in the world, and even their women have fuller beards than many young human men, or so I've always been told." Which is all just completely related to the genetics of humans on Earth, so good luck figuring that one out.
network two; I hear footsteps behind me. I wonder who it could be, I wonder.
[Rena wonders, but she doesn't. She knows whose footsteps they are. Why they're always there, always just one step behind her. Oyashiro-sama is angry with her. She's left the village once more. Rena has thrown away that happiness that she had worked so hard to cling to.
She'd always known that it would disappear one day, that things would wind up like this, but she'd hoped to hold onto it for a little while long. Just a little while, just one more day, always asking for just one more day to come and go without incident.]
action three; [Days like today might have once been turned into a pleasant affair. Small pleasures could be found in even the harshest of winters, with ice and snow becoming a time to curl up with hot chocolate and play games and simply take comfort in the presence of friends and loved ones to pass the time before the storm passed. It was something that should always pass, that she could always hope would pass. Now though...
Now there's only a sense of nostalgia for those days, which had come and gone far too quickly. Rena can only be glad for the warmth of the fireplace and the small comforts that the house she'd found provided. With time, she might fill it up. She might make it a home (or perhaps she should leave it as is, so as not to forget the one she has to go back to.) She rubs her hands before extending her palms before the fire, jumps at the sound of the door creaking open behind her and shivers at the sudden chill in the air.
By the time she turns her head, arms wrapping around her thin body and rubbing her arms her misgivings have been carefully tucked away, replaced by the face of someone being intruded upon by a somewhat thoughtless friend.]
Uwah.... C-close the door! It's freezing outside...
( Dying? Well, strictly speaking, that isn't something that he would allow himself to do, but it seems like now, thanks to his own actions, it's something that he will have to do. And how stupid, stupid, stupid he had been. The decision to go farther than what he knew was safe had been made in a moment when he was too lucid. Looking back, now with with hindsight sharpened by the intensity of the cold, clear air, it's obvious to him that his emotions had been too strong and his imagination too vivid. As he recalls, when he made the decision he saw the backs of his loved ones and felt the promises he had made them blow through his body as warm as a gentle spring breeze. { something he'd never feel again, and he couldn't be sure whose fault that was: his or their abductor's? }
By dying he will fail his loved ones. There isn't much he can do about it other than cry, blame himself, and reflect on how, by trying to fulfil their promises, he had over extended himself and thus made it impossible to even keep them. He won't be carrying their hopes into the future, not any further than a few hours at best. He curls his fingers huddled in his pockets, wiggles his toes to check. Yes, a few hours.
But what is absolutely the worst, is that he will be directly responsible for the death of a dear friend, the little rodent he'd named Tsukiyo. Why had the rodent shown up with him in this snowbound hell? The only reason he could think was because he was left with him while Tsukiyo's true owner was gone to puruse his own fate. As such it was Shion's responsibility to look after the little guy, and in that he has failed by completely neglecting to keep the tiny being's well-being in mind.
So, at the very least, Shion feels that he owes it to Tsukiyo to take out his tablet and try to get some help for him. Taking his hands out of their heated sanctuary in his pockets will only speed along the hypothermia, he knows that, but any time he has left is not time he feels particularly entitled to. )
H-hello? ( He pauses for a moment. Breathes once, wills the muscles in his face to remember the way they would respond were they given the proper rush of vital blood. ) Hello. I was wondering, is there anyone near...Anyone who needs a companion. A companion who's definitely smarter than me and won't get caught out risking another's life. He's a smart little guy, and he'd be able to get into any building that's locked. And he's small, so he won't need much food.
( Another pause. What he's thinking is, what does he need to do to save his friend. ) Please! ( He bows—or makes a gesture like it, the best he can given the situation. ) Please, if you can, please help him.
o3. action
( He couldn't be anything other than glad, how could he be, when he's finally come across signs of another human being? He's learnt so well that humans can be cruel, yes, but those hellish images seared into his mind have become opaque beneath weeks of snowfall. When he crosses the threshold of a house that could be a proper home for a night or some nights he's tempted to just drop his pack and collapse and bask in the radiating heat of a fire, but he doesn't.
What he does is first move to find whoever found this house first. They may need his assistance. They may need some supplies. They may need to say something to another human being just as much as he does.
So, going without a moment to game it out, going without a moment to utilise the wonderful rational intellect he has always had, he calls out: )
Hello? Is there anyone here? I saw the light from outside.
[Sometimes it's hard for Demyx to know how people will react to him. Most of his coworkers didn't particularly care for him, a fact he's perfectly aware of, he just doesn't care about that. He's surprised there's no smart comment forthcoming, but then again Axel probably isn't in the habit of wasting his breath.
He's a little more surprised at his hand being taken. He drags his free arm across his damp cheeks, as if the tears were never there and gets up at Axel's silent supportive move.
He's been lonely too. With no magic, and few skills in survival, it's been hell. Then he died a cold, miserable death. Axel's help, even for a few minutes might ground him, get his head clear.]
This place is so cold! I hate it. If I had my sitar my water would just freeze into ice. This world would've been Vexen's thing.
[Russia refrains from typing for a long moment. By all rights, he's been alive long enough to have seen every shade of gray a person can be. From those who pet dogs but kick children, to those who follow their commanding officer's every order in war, then go off and cry and pray and beg for forgiveness, he's experienced it all.
It's a headache to think about, which is why he doesn't do it often. And Russia's sure he's never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it.]
Korra chews on her bottom lip, thinking. "Were there blankets in the bedroom? We could always draw them out here in front of the fire place and grab your bag while we're at it."
She sounds hopeful--blankets would go a long way to keeping them warm through the night, and they could keep the matches for another day. "And I don't know about the flat thing. I've never seen anything like it before."
[How does science build snowmen, she wants to ask. Or anything else he's mentioned. From the way Al's describing it, alchemy can make anything, as long as you have the right ingredients.
Maybe she'd ask him after she explains bending.]
Bending is the ability to control the elements. There's four main types: water, earth, fire, and air. Most people can use one type of bending--I wish I could show you how it works, but my bending's gone. [She lifts a hand, staring at it in frustration.] I haven't been able to use it since I woke up here.
Immediately, she’s up, spinning, her entire axis upended at the sound of that voice. Relief floods her without end; Eren is here and whole. He’s looking a little cold, certainly, but none too worse for wear. For a moment, she’s frozen (pun not intended!!), her feet all but cemented to the floor as she ingests all this. Her eyes widen, not quite quivering but somewhere close to. A burst of emotion leaves her unstrung.
If she could have spent all day and all night out in the cold and the snow searching for him, she would have. It hadn’t been feasible, the dropping temperature had urged her inward. In a moment, she’ll be kicking herself, because Eren had been out there and she had just left him -
But, that’s in a moment. For now, she’s rushing to his side the second her feet can move. ]
[That's all he really CAN do, and Yamato is about to cut the communication: the boy would live or not live on his own skills and luck. He had other people to concern himself with now.
But he could almost hear him tuting at him, and gives an annoyed 'tch']
She woke up without remembering... anything, beyond her own name. She is 'a girl' and she is 'Minako' and she is cold. The device buzzing in her pocket kindly informs her that, whatever crisis she may be going through, she cannot stay in this place.
But she is very cold, the the skirt of her uniform (ah, this is a uniform!) offering little protection against the chill. The idea of leaving what little shelter the building offers like this...
She presses her hands against her chest, breathing against them.
It is a little after this that the second resident of the room caught her attention-- or perhaps she caught his, since she wasn't really paying attention to anything around her but yes! a person!
... in trouble?
She stands up (her legs feel stiff), closing the distance between them to better look at him.]
What comes to greet him is a tiny teenager wrapped in a raggedy blanket, a few pieces of wood in her arms. She looks a bit surprised at the intrusion, big red eyes regarding the strange man curiously for a few seconds before deeming him acceptable company for the evening.
(It wasn't that much of a feat-- the girl found out rather quickly that loneliness wasn't something that suited her all that well.)
Well, I've been doing a lot better since I got out of that house. No more hallucinations or anything. So it's fine.
[He walks over to the room where tacklings happened last night and peers around cautiously. There's not likely to be any kind of danger present now, but paranoia is a powerful thing.]
[Wow, bending sounds really interesting, and totally alien. Alchemy could do a lot of amazing things and, in it's own way, was capable of melding certain elements into obeying the alchemist's whim. But bending sounded a lot more advanced.]
Me either. Um, I mean-- no alchemy, obviously I haven't been able to use bending since I can't use that anyway.
[He feels so helpless being able to do nothing but sit inside and talk, but if it even does something as small as keep Greed awake, he'll gladly keep talking all night.]
...Uh, right.
[It had sure felt personal.]
When I see you in the morning, I'll let you make it up to me.
[With the stern implication that he will make it through to the morning.]
[Sadly, Yotsuba didn't quite get that people on the whole were mostly shades of grey, since, right now, she just understood that there were good people and bad people, and she should try to avoid the bad ones. She didn't have any other good way of finding out whether a person was good or bad other than asking them either, so even though her method was faulty, she kept replying on it.]
Okay then! Yotsuba will try to find you then! Stand by!
[And with that, Yotsuba would hop up, gather her things together, and head back outside. It took her a good twenty or thirty minutes, but she finally managed to find the cabin this nice window man. However, instead of knocking, she just opened up the door and rushed on in, after closing it behind her.]
Let's hope not. [Korra finally says, trying to sound a little more optimistic.] We'll have a hard enough time getting through this without suspecting everyone we meet.
[That's just no way to live.]
But, you're right. We need to keep trying or who knows how long we'll be stuck here?
"Oh sure, kid," she walks towards Korra and heads back out the doorway. "They looked on the spare side, but better than nothing, huh? Maybe we can check some of the other rooms for more."
She heads for the stairs because that's where she had been when she dropped her bag. "So, where you from? You know, since nobody's homegrown around here."
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