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?
[The very idea of burning perfectly serviceable bandages! But Clint is right to mention them as they'd do no good to a man who's frozen to death, so Bard sets them aside for later before tucking the blanket more securely around himself.]
[Some part of Bard knows he's not going to make it through the night: he's heard of neighbors freezing to death on milder nights than what they've had here because they hadn't the firewood to spare. He'd rather not be dwelling on that while his extremities turn to ice, though, so he's going to make an attempt at changing the subject.]
You're a morbid one, aren't you? Do you sit around the campfire with all your friends at home, discussing the merits of all the ways you might die tomorrow?
[ He opens his mouth to continue, but the scraping of the Great Knife is too loud for that moment. He looks around warily, expecting to see Pyramid Head rattling at the window, or hauling open the barricaded door. ]
[His frown deepens. Regardless of whether others can hear the scraping or not, it doesn't seem to be picked up by the tablet's mic, or if it is then it's mixed in with the typical spooky static.]
...Hey, man. It's just a hallucination... you're okay.
[Of course, not being gifted with this intimate knowledge of Lancer's personal history, Bard is far more likely to--and does--assume that this guy's just the sort of person for whom spirits are a story told late at night to bring a chill to the air. He's willing to be wrong, however, and in lieu of actual useful advice, any distraction from Smaug's head spewing insults and fire from the hearth would be welcome.]
No, it really doesn't. [Lea sighs tiredly.] You'd think I would get used to it by now, considering my life has pretty much been a series of Things That Don't Make Sense for, like, ten years.
[ Marie gets to her feet. She dusts herself off and walks to the window, looking out over the snow. James watches her dully, aware that every line of her body radiates anger at being ignored.
The scraping only gets louder. He tries to blot it out, and focuses on the person talking to him. ]
My name's James. I've... seen some unbelievable things too.
[ Not ones he'd like to dwell on - not with what he's seeing. ]
I'm Lea. Nice to meet'cha. [Even though their situation is less than ideal, it's the thought that counts.]
Well, when I was a kid... the sky cracked, and little bits of it fell to the ground. They were squishy. Then Darkness came and ate my heart-- but not my real heart, not the blood pumping one, another one. So then all my emotions stopped working until I got my heart back, which was about a month ago.
So that was, uh, fun. [needless to say it wasn't fun]
[ it's a look he's seen one too many times to be cowed by, had he ever been the sort of man that could be cowed. if anything, it evokes a sort of fondness in him, a familiarity that he's grateful for. those basic needs aside, sentiment has always served to remind Erwin of how irrevocably human he is. a minute, wry smile winds its way across his mouth for all of a second before it's gone again, his gaze drawn to the can in Levi's hands. curious, he goes to take it for a closer look, only to draw up short as Levi shows him something else.
his eyebrows raise, and then he huffs, as near to a laugh as he's like to let out these days. sitting back, he unwinds his scarf to scrub his fingers at the stubble peppering his jaw. once again, his lips curve; this time, the shift in expression lingers. Erwin has never known Levi's hunger, can only guess at just how restricted the people in the underground are, but he still understands rationing, and care, and little, precious things. ]
[ It all sounds so unbelievable - but that was the point of it, wasn't it? James listens to Lea and isn't sure if he believes him or not. Lie or truth, however, it distracts him from Maria. Her soft words have changed into angry muttering, and it's so like Mary when she'd been on her sickbed that it makes his heart hurt. ]
I feel like I'm missing some kind of basic understanding of your home. [ He tries to put amusement into his voice, but it just isn't there. He can't fake it now - just like he couldn't fake forgetfulness with the booze before going to Silent Hill. ] But all of that sure does sound... 'fun'.
I promise you, it made about as much sense to me as it does to you. [There's a long-suffering tone to his voice. Lea is a pretty good liar, but he's actually being honest here.]
But yeah, it was... it was somethin', alright. I feel like I get it now, but only because it happened so long ago that I just kind of got used to it.
[ It was true. Fighting back until they adapted was a human trait, wasn't it? Just like before, he wasn't going to let these punishing visions and sounds drive him out of this place. ]
So... [ He doesn't really know what to say, but he needs to say something. He can outlast this, but when Maria turns to him and begins to yell, he needs something to blot her out. He casts around for something he'd said.] You have your emotions back, now?
[He's fading now, hopes he's not going to be gone too long, hopes there isn't a repeat of this at a later time-- dying sucks, no matter how you look at it. Even if you might come back.]
"One of us has to be an optimist," Greed says. His tone isn't cheerful; it's very matter-of-fact. He might not trust Kimbley, but between the options of being alone or dealing with a friend-turned-traitor, well...
Greed always did trust too easily.
He's not shivering yet, but that's only a matter of time. Homunculi biology isn't that different from human biology; they're made of the same stuff, just stitched together a little differently. It'll just take his body a little longer to register how cold it is. In the end, the only advantage it gives him is not realizing how poorly off he is.
[ Helios thought finding the house was a godsend, due to the horrible storm raging outside. He didn't even think to check or consider if anyone else was around inside it's warm, protective, walls. But when he happens upon Bayonetta he will pause startled and slightly wary. He doesn't look intimidating at all at least? He's kinda harmless in a derpy sort of way so Bayonetta's tone definitely makes him jittery. ]
Ah! I-I'm sorry. I was just...trying to get out of the-the cold.
[ He's so awkward now because he didn't mean to piss anyone off. Ahh how does this keep happening to him?! And right, yes, a name. A name would be good. ] Helios! My name is-is Helios Sprensonne...I apologize for-for all of this.
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