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?
[ It still takes Tim a few seconds to decide whether or not to get the hell out. Isaac's gruffness is the deciding factor in the end - someone friendlier would only have set off his paranoia further. ]
Yeah, actually...
[ He sets his bag down on the floor (plenty away from Isaac, just in case) and pulls a packet of cigarettes and a lighter out from his jacket pocket. He tosses the latter towards Isaac before turning to shut the door. ]
People always said smoking would kill me, but. [SHRUG] Shows what they know, I guess.
[He wouldn't blame him if he knew - the number of times Isaac's gotten bit in the ass by trusting someone is a pretty fair margin. Lousy goddamn space and its lousy people.
He catches the lighter - fairly deftly for how goddamn cold it is - and gets to work on lighting up the fireplace with the tinder scraps he had available - if he can get that going, they can at least stay warm for the night.]
Hey, know what they say, what doesn't kill you...
[He leaves that sentence unfinished if only because he isn't sure that it's entirely true. But soon enough the tinder catches and they have a very small fire going - it'll take a while for the actual wood to catch, but there's enough there.]
Thanks for that. [And, just to show he really means that, he tosses the lighter back now that the fire's starting to go.] I'm just glad to have found a place that wasn't half-caved in by snow, at this point.
[He sets his helmet back off to the side and plucks his tablet out of his backpack, scrolling the network to see what other people are up to, idly.]
Sounds like you're very dedicated to your crest. Your hard work definitely has paid off.
[Not exactly happier exactly, but definitely in a better state of mind now. And what's that she's going to start doodling on the side of a wall? It's gonna be Apollo!
Or at least her interpretation of him. Hard to know what he looks like from the shot of his hair, but its enough for her.]
I've drawn a few different hairstyles before. Even one that was more spikier than yours. And it's unusual. Just unique.
[He sniffs, rubbing his nose with the cuff of one of his gloves.]
Funny. I actually grew up working in a theater district. Even with this crazy "different worlds" stuff, I guess it's reassuring to have something like that sorta in common. [It's good thing he grew up an actor, really, otherwise the positive and casual tone he's managing would reveal itself to be a whole lot more strained.] So is that your walk of life, too, or just your hometown's claim to fame?
She laughs, a deep, merry sound -- and rolls over onto her side to face him. "I could've, but then I wouldn't have been able to see the look on your face. I promise, in the future I'll keep the words to a minimum."
-- In the future. Well, that had a certain implication, didn't it? George seemed quick enough, and...well, normal enough. Not a liability, and not a threat. May as well ask, right?
"If you don't mind, I think I'd like to accompany you for awhile. It doesn't do a soul good to wander around a place like this alone."
[It's just for your benefit since you're slowly freezing to death, man. does he understand monkey tail speak]
[oh god please no not regretspeak]
Those have a lot in common, too, if you think about it. You're standing up in front of a crowd and trying to convince them of something that did or didn't happen, either way, and you can't slip up unless you want to lose the job. Just takes studying really different books.
[ He makes a noise of agreement in response to the comment, too busy using his newly-returned lighter to spark up a cigarette. Sorry, dude, he's not the most considerate smoker around. And since there's that whole "constantly in danger of freezing to death" thing to deal with in Norfinbury, Tim's pretty sure that passive smoking is the least of anyone's worries.
He eyes the helmet warily. It looks like a prop for a costume from one of those dorky comic conventions or something - still, he's already used to the fact that people around here come from some really weird places. He may as well latch onto it as a way to create some smalltalk, since they're going to be stuck here all night. ]
So what's with the, er...
[ He waves his cigarette in the general direction of the helmet. ]
[The screen name DIO pops up, followed by a video feed of the man himself, even if the shoddy lighting in the room is obscuring his face a little.]
You're referring to those...instances of mass hysteria, I take it?
[Not that "cabin fever" happens all at the same time, but when everyone else seemingly experiences the same thing under the same conditions, what else would you call it?]
The perk of being an actor is that the audience throws money at you if you do well, though. Maybe that's what kept me out of law instead. [He laughs. It also wouldn't be good cover for an organization of criminals in a world like Gaia, but the less said about that the better.
Theater's big where I come from, man, and people have been writing for a couple hundred years. You never really run out of plays, with that much material.
[...This isn't real. There's no way that someone could be that stupidly selfless. The only other person remotely like that...isn't here. This is such transparent bait that he laughs it off and tries to ignore it.
...30 seconds later, he goes back to Enoch's video again out of curiosity. Damn it.]
[Shakespeare? The Bard of Avon? Heeeey, we've got Lord Avon! WHAT A COINCIDENCE. IT'S ALMOST LIKE MY CANON CONSISTS OF 90% REFERENCES TO OTHER THINGS (lol)]
Mmh, I dunno. Once you get to the point of knowing the words by heart like that, that's when you really have the chance to act. If the lines were all there was to it, it'd just be a recitation, and I'm no royal orator.
A little improvisation is always good, too. Keeps the yearly shows fresh and new, even if the story's an old classic.
A little improvisation, huh? I know all about that. Improvising my case, improvising on testimonies... improvising my freezing death...
[well THAT didn't last long, and it's obvious on his face that his consciousness is finally close to fading out. but god he's got to try, he's got to try, so he keeps talking.]
No, screw that, I'm improvising until the doors open. [i don't remember what improvising mEANS ANYMORE]
She hesitates in responding, not quite sure if she wants to talk about them at all. The chances of them being in this world are slim, so it's not as if someone would come after them.]
It's hard to explain. They're all in different styles. One looks like its slicked back. Another has his going in all directions and angles.
Not strange at all. I doubt we really come from the same place. Since I don't know about those flowers and butterflies you were talking about, and you probably don't know about the places that I know of, it only makes sense.
[Please don't call her crazy. This is probably the most polite way to explain it right now.]
[It's hard to recover from this grimace, really, but here's hoping Apollo doesn't notice.]
I think I'd be even more worried about you that I already am if you'd actually planned something like that.
[He almost goes on to say something like "yeah, time to rough it, only X hours left," but then he realizes it's not even midnight, and... yeah. Not exactly the best pep talk line, there.]
[it makes apollo briefly think about suicide through hypothermia and he cuts that thought off immediately.]
No, don't worry about it. I'm a perfectly sane, normal guy. Just like everyone else here, missing friends and-or family.
[he thinks back to trucy and phoenix and his heart drops into his stomach but he's too frozen for it to show through the feed. just keep his eyes open, don't fade out, keep up that mantra...]
I keep wondering where they're at. Maybe it's a moot point.
Uggggh really DW? Really??? Some notifs would have been nice!
[The feed goes a little strange as Enoch pushes himself to his feet, feels a bit for where the camera is and which side is facing him, and then he slowly turns in a circle, bumping his elbow on the mailbox partway through and stepping aside once.]
Do you see anything?
[There is a mostly intact house right there. If only he hadn't been blind.]
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