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?
[He considers simply hanging up here. Having allies is potentially useful; allies he can talk to, even, is a benefit. But it's dangerous for anyone to start actually thinking of him as a 'friend'.
Still-]
Let me know when you wake up again. Maybe I'll even come find you.
[ She won't be attempting to scale an ice wall until she has more information. As much as he may want to get back to Emma, they'll have to study this place before they can figure out what to do next. ]
[ It's a morbid habit to check the network at this time of day. Touka isn't the first and won't be the last to turn tot he tablet's glassy screen to vent, cry, to die. Her crankiness is vaguely interesting though, somewhere under the white noise of his exhaustion and his shivering he recognizes that it shows engagement, spunk, will to live. It's better than the alternative. He knows everyone questions it, sometimes, whether it might just be easier to lay down and die, stay down and just not get up off the gurney in the morgue.
Sometimes he wonders if that's really the choice he made in the basement of that empty mansion. Decided it was all too much, hurt too much, and just let go. It gets fuzzy here: remembering. It gets buried under all the snow, the isolation, the hunger, the tiredness.
Maybe these dumb tablets were all they really had to keep track of themselves, and each other. ]
[ Touka relaxes at the newcomer's unquestioning acceptance of the alias, replacing the log on top of the small pile by the fire. After the initial rush of adrenaline had worn off, she remembered just how tired she was, and she eyed Mikazuki wearily as she stood once more.
She'd need to replace her own rags soon, that much was true. She had no business commenting on the state of anyone else's appearance. ]
As much as anyone else, yeah. I was hoping I'd found a new place to settle for the night, too. [ She shivered in spite of herself. ] If it's yours, I'll get the hell out. [ She really, really wasn't looking for a fight, especially with her kakuhou not functioning properly. While the stranger didn't seem like a threat, she wasn't going to take any chances. ]
right and I've been doing exactly the same for centuries. you needn't worry.
( her insistence is even a bit baffling. since when has anyone cared if he did something stupid and dangerous? stupid and dangerous has pretty much always been his life. pirate and everything. )
that's putting it lightly. you couldn't take it anywhere, but at least it'd taste good.
[ She'd probably kill for a cup of coffee right now. Literally. ]
a wall could work. that way some other poor moron could find there way around this damn place, too. yeah, i think so. i haven't tried the camera out yet, but it works.
[ She continues rummaging through the house, coming up with nothing... until she finds a piece of charcoal. It was no pen, but it might do.
Why not put that camera to the test now? She snaps a picture of it and sends it on its merry way to her conversation partner. ]
[ The sound of another voice prompted Touka to stiffen, raising her head slowly in order to check her surroundings. There was, obviously, no one nearby, so she turned her attention to her discarded tablet, picking it up and placing it in her lap.
It was a voice that she didn't recognize, but honestly, she didn't recognize anyone's voice in this god forsaken shit hole. He sounded young, maybe her age, or at the very least within a few years' range of it. She could have just as easily pretended the voice belonged to someone she knew; a meaningless effort and stupid sentiment in the face of what was about to happen to her, but she couldn't deny that part of her wished she could talk to someone from back home. If only for even a little while.
God, she hated being alone, and it was like Norfinbury knew that and was doing its damnedest to exploit the fact. ]
Hi.
[ Her voice falters more than she cares for, and she swallows hard, clenching her jaw shut. Willing to keep her voice even, she speaks again. ]
I'll just imagine you're someplace warm. [ She couldn't feel her fucking fingers. ] And not out here like a dumbass like me.
If you have to ask, doesn't that answer your question?
[ There's always something to be worried about. She hasn't decided what, exactly, they should be worrying about, but she knows by the cold, creeping feeling up her spine that it's something. ]
[ at the mention of Maine, Clarke stalls. there has been no Maine for 97 years. something feels very wrong about hearing it mentioned, like someone claiming they're from Pompeii or the Ottoman Empire. she can't afford to get caught up in something like that, not now, but she makes a note to remember it. to figure out why everyone else is telling stories of places that don't exist. ]
That's a good idea, the census. So far I haven't been able to keep count.
If you're looking for a travel companion, I'd like to help. Find out where the town limits end.
She shakes her head, tapping a finger against the floor, idly. "Everything happens for a reason. That's what they say, right? It's not untrue, but the idea that those reasons are both always ultimately beneficial and also the plan of some divine being is absurd. The fact of the matter is, gods do exist. And you're right, they don't care about us in the least, unless it's convenient for them."
She chuckles a bit to herself, musing. "If they do anything, the reason is because it's to keep you on the circular path of faith. But...the interpretations we mortals draw from the arbitrary acts of gods are important, and usually accurate. Everything does happen for a reason, but it's not because 'the man upstairs' is trying to help you, or teach you a lesson, or punish you. Things happen because fundamental forces beyond our comprehension, the very laws of nature and the universe itself, are having a laugh at our expense. And ultimately, we only stand to benefit if we have the strength to find our own reasons to carry on, to make sense of what we can, even when cruel jokes like this impede us and make us question what our reality even is."
A puff of smoke, and then: "Really, it's best to just remember that things happen because we exist, and to exist means that things happen. To find out how it all comes together, how it all makes any sense, and what it all means for you, you just have to keep moving forward. It's never easy, and maybe you'll never quite get the answers you're looking for, but staying still and having faith that they'll come to you -- believing that the reason things are happening are because you're being punished and there's someone you can pray to to make it all better, or you're being rewarded and you just have to weather the storm and your devotion will prove you're worth saving -- doing that means you'll never have the chance. And that's ultimately what life, and everything happens in it is: a chance. The chance you're taking at any given moment is up to you. For me, this whole situation is a chance to learn, and there I have the reason I'm here. That doesn't change the 'why' of whatever put me here did so, but neither will anything else I do. The best option is to live in the moment and know what you're doing, and maybe everything else will come to you in time."
Time to wrap it up. Surely, there was a nugget of wisdom somewhere in there he'd latch onto. Or he'd just be utterly confused at it all, which would at least be funny. "A long, winding, and discomforting thought, I admit, but that's what religion and faith are for." And that's how gods keep existing, of course. By ruining the days of mortals for shits and giggles. She sets down her pipe, flopping onto her back. "Make your own sense of things and keep on keeping on. You'll reach the end eventually."
[ It's important to make the young people feel good about themselves! Even if everything you're saying is bullshit. If she says he's perceptive he'll have the confidence to be perceptive. LOGIC. ]
[His homeworld fell to Darkness, and everyone in it died. The only friend that survived the collapse was Isa, who's... out of Lea's reach for other reasons. He can't find Roxas, the only person who he actually kind of liked in Organization XIII. He barely had any possessions in the Organization's home base, but now that he's been kicked out of the castle, they might as well be gone. And his Fire powers are gone.]
You want to know all the things I have to my name? My clothes, this tablet, the stuff in the backpack, and a popsicle stick.
And I've got an affinity for Fire magic, so of course that ain't working, and the cold is kicking my ass even more than it's kicking yours.
that would truly be a strain, wouldn't it the man she's known for a fortnight and everything she would just take my ship and charge into Neverland without me.
( at least he has a fair understanding of the savior he hardly knows. they do understand each other, after all. if he were to die here, nobody would miss him, throwing out names of essential strangers is not going to change that fact. )
[Trees, honestly. They only grow so big, though, so he imagines it means she isn't far at all from the place he wound up turning away from this evening.]
I'm reasonably sure my toes would freeze off if I tried. I left it behind because I thought I could make it back to a house with fully intact walls before the doors locked, but if you can make it there I know the bathroom might still make a decent cave. You could build a fire in there, make it through the night.
Martha had experienced the paranoia as well, and did not like it one bit. Hers had been bad enough that she had ended up in a new place with no idea how she got there. Apparently that wasn't out of the realm of possibility though.
And she was trying to keep notes of people she met on the network. Or even just notes on who was on the network, so even if she didn't talk to them, she was aware they existed. It was a lot of work though, and people did slip through the cracks. Like Helena for instance. Martha was sure she'd never met the woman before.
She does pick up on the topic of being stuck outside. "Have you been stuck outside yet?"
[ Seeing the tension on her face is like a knife to the chest, a sharp pang that he had always been told he shouldn't be able to feel. ]
I'm...
[ I'm sorry are the words but his throat closes up against them. They won't help anything. His eyes flicker down, and then he pushes himself to simply change course. ]
[He awkwardly ambles over into the living room again, where the large, breathing slab of meat is draped over the couch. It's a shame, Simon would've loved to sleep on it if it wasn't soiled with blood and occupied.]
( he hasn't stopped to think about the fact there is a fairy present but now he has no option. Pan would never let her out of Neverland. is she even here in the first place? he's hallucinated odder things before. )
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