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?
[apollo has been scrolling the entries one by one, all of them technical and afraid, including himself. so naminé's post stops him short, his hand hovering over the tablet, before he types out a reply.
he's not even sure why, but—]
Well, I'd say draw something that's challenging? Something that you're not used to, I mean.
[She's never exactly bonded or talked to another person who shared her interests. Therefore, she can't explain it, but it makes her smile slightly too.]
Not very well. But it's something that I've always done. It's kind of relaxing.
I've drawn them many times before. I'd like to try something new, like flowers. DO you have a favourite?
[Asking for a distraction could very well be a sign that she's afraid and scared. But then again, Nobodies can't possibly be scared or any other emotion. So then, what is she feeling?
She wasn't exactly expecting a reply, thanks to the fear of being stranded n the dead of winter and truly alone, but she's relieved when a response comes up.]
Challenging. That sounds like a good idea. [Something for her to get lost in, to take her mind off those shadows on the wall.] I've drawn a lot of things before though. Mostly people and places.
[ she'd seen many types in books — violets, lilies, tulips, and so on — but not these. whatever they had been originally, they mutated due to irradiation. it sounds like they'd be horrific, but Clarke has good memories associated with them. ]
They're blue, and they glow in the dark. They're beautiful.
Then, well... That'd be a sign to find something new.
[apollo is all about new problems and new solutions, but this has taken the cake, and he can kind of feel that from this person's text. the urge to comfort is coming pretty strong right now for some reason.]
Like animals, or objects. It keeps your head more focused, you know?
[It's not exactly what would could call comfortable inside, but Zidane at least has burrowed himself into a corner of his house-for-the-night's most central first floor room. He's just grateful that he's got gloves, otherwise he'd be a little more reluctant to untangle himself from his coat enough to poke at the voice function on the tablet. (Learning to touch-type on something you didn't think could possibly even exist before showing up here is hard, okay.)]
Geeze, did you get locked out?
[He's wincing in sympathy for this poor guy. It's probably a lost cause, he knows, but might as well offer what little advice he can think of.]
Maybe there's something around that can at least block the wind. Near any buildings or trees?
[considering apollo is an adult who looks like 15 i think we are on the same boat.]
Shivering enough to die, thanks for asking.
[at least apollo still has his bite, but he lightens up once he finds a building sturdy enough and folds himself behind it. it does miracles on blocking the wind, but it's still literally freezing, and all he can hope to do is stay awake through the night.
this is, well, terrible.]
Zidane? That's... German, I think. [he feels dumb already.]
You don't have to offer anything, it's. It's my own fault, staying out so late. I thought I found a new building on the outskirts, with a fireplace and everything.
[Zidane is rolling his eyes, though only a sliver of it can be heard in his voice.]
No, I mean, literally. If I'm remembering right, as long as you're shivering it means your body's still trying to get warm. When the reflex stops, that's when you're in trouble.
[A beat. He, for his part, doesn't feel dumb, just confused.] Uh, the heck's "German"? [...And then he clears his throat.] But yeah, I. I dunno. Back where I'm from, talking to someone without being right there with them isn't really a thing. Normally, anyway. So it just rubs me the wrong way being stuck inside without being able to do anything for the people that aren't.
Not that I've got any right to complain about it. I can at least offer company, since it's not like I'm going anywhere even if I wanted to. [There is an attempt at a light laugh. It's a valiant effort and actually half-convincing, but it's also hella brief.]
[oh, alright. this kid was actually from one of those worlds that definitely wasn't earth, and a little old-fashioned sounding on top of that. apollo learned a while ago to be open in these types of barrier situations but god, sometimes he just wishes everyone grew up with a cell phone.
but he nods, trusting his body instincts instead. just keep shivering. just keep clicking tee— OW GOD DAMN I BIT MY TONGUE. he covers his mouth in a wince, please hold!!]
You're way better off where you're at, trust me. [am i bleeding? oh thank god i'm not.]
Uh, German's— Germany's a country, where I'm from. Lots of good food... beer....
[Zidane will be a bro and not even ask about or mention the muffled noises. He will snort, though, but at least it's in response to the conversation at hand. Yup, different worlds. Not that he's surprised, to be honest. He's not sure he'd be able to work one of these things if he was stuck out in the dark and the cold, or at least not with the practice he's had, yet.]
Well, at least it sounds not too far off from where I grew up. Lindblum, it's called. Though now that I think about it, Alexandria's cheap bars weren't too bad when I was there, either, but they do trade with each other quite a bit so that's probably why.
[Okay this might be a wistful sigh, because a drink would help with the warming up right about now. Never mind the fact that the kid's 16, deep voice for his size or not. What's a drinking age in a steampunk fantasy world?]
[The feed comes on - a rather hushed audio feed, but there's a soft... laugh. Whoever's behind it, they sound pretty deadened to the whole experience.]
If anyone's ever had the hallucinations this place gives you - let me tell you from experience. They're pretty tame. I don't think they could kill me if they tried!
[Another laugh.]
Ah - no one gets that joke, but I hallucinated that my - fiancee, she kept trying to murder me. That she blamed me. I knew it wasn't real - I'm not stupid, but she was very convincing when she nearly made me jab a needle in my eye.
It's a lot funnier than it sounds, I promise.
Sometimes it's easy to tune out the noise - to turn it all into backdrop, ignore it. The less you pay attention to what's around you, the less power they have over you. It's only when you stop and realize just how much may or may not be real that it gets really worrisome.
But when your dead fiancee has you in a chokehold, you might wanna start thinking about whether it matters if what you hallucinate is real or not.
---
03;
[Find shelter, find supplies, don't fucking die. That's what Isaac Clarke had learned very quickly - and it wasn't much different from his usual modus operandi. Keep moving, and don't let anything slow you down.
So it takes a lot to catch him off-guard. Though it's easier these days since the only part of his RIG he has left is the helmet and the spine-fused readout that tells him how badly off he is - he's certain the readings were in the yellow, now.
But a fully intact shelter with a fireplace is a welcome respite, and Isaac is frantically digging through supplies to see if he has any tinder with which to get the shelter a-going - he doesn't have much in the way of supplies, but passing up a place like this is an especially hard thing to do, given the circumstances.
It's only when he swears he hears someone in the doorway he stepped through not too long ago that he realizes his guard was a bit too lax.]
[Listening is something he can do. On the other hand, if Levi asked him to chop wood or provide some sort of massage at a very specific location, he would be unable to apply due to frozen fingers -- frozen limbs, really. There's hum of a sound, as if to affirm that he's listening (though it probably isn't necessary), and a short silence follows that curt explanation. What were they doing in unexplored territory, and why was he unable to recall the drastic weather change...and why did this all begin for him under circumstances that made even less sense? Between waking up in an unfamiliar house and having to argue with some weird device...]
Is that all?
[Rather than sounding unimpressed or even skeptical, he's dying to hear more about...all of this. It may very well be the last story he ever hears, may as well make it thorough. Honestly, it's difficult to gauge just how he's feeling -- probably. He's just weak, overall.]
[At first, he may look like a specter - or an illusion. If not for the fact that he's soaking wet and entirely too tired to look like a mirage. If Mikasa hadn't been hidden behind the door, he would've been content to simply collapse and sleep until he felt like trying to understand his circumstances...or at least until his clothes dried.
Of course, before he can even figure out where to begin, before he can ask how she is, even with that delay (wherein he too was rather astonished; wandering about all on your own for an undisclosed amount of time, growing more and more certain about imminent death and never seeing anyone familiar again might do that to you), she's mothering him. It's something he doesn't mind, for a change. He's relieved...if anything. Reluctantly so. She's acting entirely as she should be, which means she's...fine. Probably. Of course, Mikasa's the type of person who'd use her last breath to ask him how he's feeling, but for now it's sufficient in many ways.]
I'm alright. [He moves to grab her hand with that, but hesitates. His hands are frozen, his fingertips hardly able to move, even. Now's a bad time to entwine fingers.] What about you? It's -- warmer in here.
as long as we're careful about it. we could make a way through or we could make an avalanche.
( probably doesn't have to warn they need to be careful, he just is a survivalist that needs to make that point. )
it's a realm called Maine. cold, but I'm told it gets worse in winter. likely not this bad.
( it is a bit of an odd question, but he's a bit odd himself. he travels worlds frequently, or at least he used to. things can be very different from world to world. )
( he doesn't know what magic sustains this place, how it can traverse time when that is said to be impossible. he just knows he needs to get back, to save Baelfire's son... somehow. how can Baelfire have a son if he's here, before Henry was even created? )
let me know if you do. I'll keep an eye out myself. I've made maps of bigger places before, but it might take time.
( that means he has to head back out into the weather, doesn't it? he's not intensely looking forward to it, he still feels like he's not warm, but he'll give it a go anyway. )
if the light starts to fade, make sure you're inside.
( a pointless reminder, but he doesn't want her trapped in the elements trying to help him out. )
[It takes a few moments, but eventually someone answers. An older woman, reddish-brown hair, and a look about her that seems like she'd be welcome in the assembly lines of Future Industries. It's subtle, but there's a bit of sympathy on her face.]
Ah, hell... Dunno if I'm good conversation, but I'll do my best, kiddo.
[There's a beat, and Gina scratches her face awkwardly before speaking again.]
[A mistake was made and there was no rectifying it by this point in time. Max could not make it back to the warmth of a shelter. The cold had already sapped all of his energy away and he lay unceremoniously in the snow, waiting, eyes closed and death close at hand.
A faint spark of something deep within the road warrior caused him to twitch, peel open his eyes, and reach for his communicator. He clicked it onto the audio option to send out a quick message.]
Don't. Don't come out this way. [A set of numbers are said. Coordinates.] False hope. There's nothing out here.
[And, implied, soon he would be swallowed by the snow, too, and would be nothing more.]
II. Action prompt four
[He woke with a start. Blinding lights flashed before his eyes; a face appeared much to close to his own and he recoiled automatically. He fell from the table upon which he had woken and clattered against the floor as he scrambled to his feet. Wildly, he looked around.
Nothing.
The girl was gone. No, she had never been there in the first place. Only in his mind. Only his memories...
Max looked around again, this time to gain his bearings. Vaguely, an old memory begrudgingly came up with a name for this sort of place: a morgue. It had a disturbingly familiarity to it. He ignored that and set to gathering what he could from the building.
He left the unsettling morgue and stumbled out into the snow-filled city. He squinted at the sun-glare coming off the white snow and tried to figure out if anything looked familiar. It did not.
And there was someone coming up the street towards him. His hand clenched into a fist unconsciously, instinctively really, as he readied for a confrontation. He remained otherwise notably calm, stoic actually. He opened his mouth to grunt out a warning--and found that no sound would come out.
Well. He never liked to talk much anyway.
He held his hand out towards the approaching person in a stopping gesture and then sharply swung his arm down in a chopping motion. It was sharp, attention grabbing, and a warning that he brokered no funny business while he tried to find a way to ask his questions without speaking.]
[ She notices the grimace but says nothing, even as dread begins to hollow out the pit of her gut all over again. The subtle change in his expression is enough to clue her in on what's to come, and though her fate is unavoidable, something inside of Touka sparks. Maybe she didn't have to die. Maybe if she just kept moving, she could last the night.
It's pointless, but it's better than just sitting around and doing nothing. Nobody had survived the night thus far, but that didn't mean that they positively couldn't, right?
Maybe it was a naive thought, but it was enough to get her to push herself into a standing position with a grunt. The world seemed to tilt as she did so, and she nearly fell forward with the sudden motion. ]
W-W-Weird-- [ She manages to choke out the word, teeth chattering uncontrollably. ] In... In what sense?
[ Her breath came in short puffs, dancing in the air before dissipating. It was almost like her own body was taunting her, telling her to give it up; it's not like this stupid plan of hers was going to work. Still. She took a few steps forward out into the street, keeping her tablet held in front of her.
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