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?
[This is a trick question. Technically he's never flown between worlds, he just used corridors to pass between them, but that is definitely way too complicated to try and explain.]
I've done a lot of inter-world travel. For, ah... work. [Well, it's not a lie.] I did a lot of infomining back home, up until just recently. Lots of observation and learning about new places. The travel was a nice perk, but ultimately the job just wasn't for me. [He sticks his tongue out.] The management was terrible, for starters.
But yeah, the ships are all made out of Gummi Blocks. Doesn't seem very structurally sound, if you ask me, but Sora seemed to get along just fine with them.
((no worries, this has been fun and i'll look forward to continuing it when you can!))
[Wu stumbles on over to the other cabinet a few spaces down, dropping a can of creamed corn on the counter along the way. He opens the door to look for pots and hot chocolate, nodding]
Food does sound good.
[More so than usual. Granted he means 'rich people's food' but he's pretty sure he's on the outs with that right now]
So juuuust to make sure...you know how to cook, right? I always had people doing that sorta stuff for me and I'm not sure I'm all that great at it.
That earns a smile, small and slight, but fond and there.
"That sounds like you."
It's difficult to get Zelda to relax completely. Too many years spent watching over her shoulder have left her with a tenseness in her muscles that never quite goes away, and Norfinbury hasn't done much to discourage such habits. But between the fire and Link's company, as impossible as it might be, she finds herself sagging into her chair, just a bit.
[I wish I hadn't heard about it, he thinks but doesn't say, biting back the panic, think logically, Stiles. Think. The nogitsune-- they defeated it, it's stuck in a jar it can't get out of and buried and there's no way it's here and has wormed its way into his head again. There's. No. Way.
So he swallows and nods to acknowledge Lea's introduction, offering his own in words that are halting still, but less panicked.] Stiles. It's Stiles.
[And while working together with a guy he's just met doesn't sound like the pinnacle of sensible thinking, he's really out of other options here... and Lea doesn't make his "there's something about him that bugs me" senses go off, so.]
Okay. At least as long as- [he pauses, starting the sentence again] I need to get back to where I was, before- that. [A wave of his hand towards the morgue.] All my stuff was in there, and I'm not just gonna leave it there for someone to take! If they haven't been taken already.
[He gives her his best "uh excuse you what part of this is alright" look before launching into a rapid-fire rant.]
Yeah, I know what's happened! I froze to death, woke up in a body bag in a morgue, and when I picked up my tablet, all the words are-- [Clearly, this is the part that is upsetting him the most- not the dying, not the sudden waking up, but the words; he swallows, looking at the tablet in his hand, and whatever he sees seems to do nothing to quell his panic.]
I can't read it. [It's hard to say it aloud, almost like stating it makes it more real. More threatening, and out of the corner of his eye, Stiles thinks he sees a figure, covered in bandages and with a mouth full of sharp teeth and a voice of gravel-- but when he turns to look, it's just snow.]
I'm very sorry for my formatting there! Should have double checked.
They were both victims of war. Tenseness even when they relaxed was understanable. Link noticed the way her shoulders sagged and her limbs loosened, however, and was glad that he could offer enough of a safe place that she would unwind that much.
In answer, he glanced over his shoulder at his pack. It had... some supplies in it. Not too many. Enough to get him by. What he really wanted was a quiver and a bow, but his attempts at making them were slow at best.
Turning back, he raised his hand with his palm facing the floor and shook it from side to side. Enough. The look of resignation on his face would let her know that he'd like more, but he'd make do.
[ Not that those places had had the decency to leave James behind. Mary's scowl faded into hurt acceptance and she sighed, inching closer to the window. The scraping died off for now, but he didn't doubt it would be back.
For all he knew, this was just another part of that town, where snow and ice replaced fog and damp. ]
[ He's not too sure about that first part. Silent Hill hadn't appeared to make any sense, either, but then he'd found the reason behind it all. Who was to say this place wasn't just the same?
... Or that it wasn't just a continuation of the same town? Angela had seen it all ablaze. Who was to say James' had changed from seeing it mired in fog and damp to this frozen wasteland?
Well, that won't do at all. With a short frown, Zelda turns to shift her pack off her back and into her lap. Obviously, given the state of her hands and feet, she has not been fortunate enough to find adequate clothing for this kind of weather, but she's had a little more luck coming across bits and pieces of food. After a moment of digging, she produces something like a granola bar, wrapped up in plastic.
"Here. It is not like anything to be found in Hyrule, but it is edible once you have removed the wrapping, at least."
Hardly a full meal, but every little bit helps, right? She knows how to make her rations last, anyway.
I'm alive, because apparently most people who die here are brought back and I have no idea how. There was no kind of anchor to bring me back. [Anchor? Yeah, so about that, he may have frozen to death once before, entirely voluntarily that time, but they all had anchors then-- people with whom they had a connection to anchor them to the world and bring them back.
And her explanation (not back in tip-top condition, wow, no shit) is actually... well, preferable to his immediate thought that the same thing has happened as happened when he was brought back before- that a door is left open inside his mind that is causing this.]
So, you think it's just- some kind of malfunction? That whatever magic made me alive just didn't work as well as it should've and now I can't read because of that?
[Stiles frowns, rubs his chin with his hand. That... might not even be too far-fetched. He also ignores the part about this being traumatic; partly because, well, dying would be traumatic to anyone, and partly because it's not like he's the only one this has happened to, so they're all in the same boat here. A boat that's probably rapidly sinking, but the same boat regardless.]
[ she makes a point of looking around while on video, the backdrop an expanse of white behind her, before facing the camera again after a moment.
she's not quite sure to what aim this man would go to help a complete stranger, much less someone like Ygritte who might steal his pack out from under him and leave him high and dry, but it's worth seeing what he's capable of doing. ]
Aye, it's t' the north of me. 'Bout four-five tree lengths from here. [ what kind of tree would be helpful, most likely, but she's thinking of the pines that grow in the Frostfangs, which won't help him much to be honest.
but now she's smirking. ]
Why? Y'gonna come rescue me, Old Timer? [ ...yep, she went there. ]
[ She advances a few steps further, out of either aggression or pure obstinacy it's not readily apparent, but one thing's for certain - she doesn't run from a conflict.
She notes the way the stranger's spine stiffens, and she tips her chin. ]
You've no weapon, either. How'll y'stop me, Old Man? [ She casts a scornful eye down at the skirt of his armor. ] 'Specially when y'might catch a draft in that getup?
[ real warriors don't let their undercarriages get exposed to the elements, Jorah. ]
[At least he seems a bit less panicked now. Lea rubs his chin in thought, then looks over his shoulder.]
Well, I sure wouldn't mind being indoors for a while. Do you know whereabouts you were? [He hefts his backpack.] I've still got some food, if, ah... [He makes kind of a vague gesture with one hand. He's not sure if dying and coming back this way makes you hungry. He figures he might as well share, though; pay it forward, right?]
[ oh dear. Touka wouldn't hit an old man, would she? let us test that theory.
while the girl's smile falters with her heel-turn, another one lights up in its place on Mikazuki's face; he cannot help but feel pleased to meet an actual person, at last, despite the looming threat of an attack—and many splinters—she currently presents. he had found this house empty earlier in the day and left it as a preemptive measure, to forestall the hallucinations, but to think he'd come back to find someone very much real inside! ]
Ha ha ha, it's alright, it's alright. You seem to have startled quite a bit. [ he remains in the doorway as to not add to her alarm, unmoving, but keeps smiling just as warmly. ] I do not mean to bring you any harm.
[This isn't the first time Bard has been unimpressed by wherever it is most of these other people seem to be from, although for once "and it won't be the last" doesn't seem accurate. Of course a dwarf would be helpful!]
Where I come from, they're all craftsmen of some sort. Mind you, a scribe or woodcarver or what have you probably wouldn't do much good, but if you get one familiar with little fiddly bits I expect they'd figure those locks out soon enough.
[Which, okay, mostly he's basing that last bit on the unparalleled stubbornness of the dwarves he has met, but that stubbornness would make a believer of anybody.]
I haven't gotten around to figuring out the numbers yet, but it doesn't seem to be the kind of place that allows for easy outs.
[Ring any bells, Hook? For everything she despised about Neverland and Pan's rule, at least it was warm most of the time.
Tinker Bell doesn't know what to do with weather so cold it could freeze her wings off - wings that she hasn't been able to use since she arrived. No matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to make them appear.]
I haven't gotten far, but I'm willing to share what I've seen. Would you like help creating a map? That might be the quickest way to get a sense of what's around us.
But you're alive. [For all the sarcasm covering worry, Simmons will focus on that and practical matters.] And you'll freeze to death a second time if we don't get you somewhere else. I don't think the morgue would help.
[Everything is said clearly and with patience. This is not the first time in her life she's had to deal with someone awakening to find things don't work like they should. This boy has speech, which is far beyond her previous experience.]
Whatever resuscitated you [She presumes it's science she doesn't yet understand rather than magic. She will always believe that.] may have brought you back to life, but your body, your mind has to deal with that trauma, and given time, you'll see improvement. You can walk, speak, and understand your current problem. I've seen those brought back with far less.
Fair enough. If I was better skilled in lock picking I'd give it a go but that was never my forte, honestly.
[Spies had a lot of skills and some excelled in some while failing in others. Picking locks required time and patience that Clint just didn't always have.]
Considering the way these doors seem to work, I feel like we may need someone tech savvy to solve this problem unfortunately.
[Again, not his forte.
The archer's eyes narrow slightly, a bit of a concerned look appearing.]
It was the same with me. I couldn't get out until I used the tablet I had with me.
( honestly, he's having a hard time sitting still, not standing up and exclaiming that she is absolutely right about that. he was suspicious right from the start--how could it not be? at best it could be some kind of human-test-subject-using experiment they will survive; at worse it's probably just a joke someone somewhere finds incredibly funny. )
It is! I don't know why else we would be here, unless someone wanted something from us. I'm sure they're watching us right now.
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