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?
Well. That was just grand. Not having any idea where this place was didn't give her any measure of comfort. Nor did the fact the message on the tablet at her feet kept flashing at her to leave. Instead of descending into a panic, Helena drew in a slow breath, brushed a hand through her hair and tried to think this through rationally. Because logic would save her, it typically always did.
More or less.
"So we are stuck here, wherever here is," she stated as she swung her legs off of the body slab she was on. Which was incredibly creepy. Helena was well aware that she'd died where she was from, but due to time travel, that had been erased and she'd gone on living. So she was certain whatever had happened here was not a result of something that had happened where she was from. Or so she hoped. "If you need proof that I'm real, you can take my pulse." She offered a wrist in the other woman's direction, though made no move to invade her personal space. She'd let her decide if she wanted to take the offer or not.
"They could be both. Still I do not like the thought of someone watching over us in that way." It reminded her of the Regents a bit too much. There was a reason she'd retired from working at the Warehouse, and she bloody well did not want anyone watching her every move like that.
"Do I look like a fuckin' doctor ta you?" She might be a surgeon with a shotgun but she was more skilled at putting people six feet under than preventing them from getting there. Sofia just gives Helena hard stare. "Stuck is puttin' it mildly. You don't put a town in middle of a snowstorm and erect a four story wall near it if you want people to hightail it outta here." Granted she has only seen one of the walls of snow but it stretch in each direction as far as the eye could see.
Sofia hadn't bothered check out if there were any breaks in it. It didn't seem practical when her heels kept sinking into the goddamn snow. "I don't either but I'm supposed to be where you are." Oddly enough she doesn't sound too heartbroken about it. She doesn't blame Carmen for putting a bullet in her chest. "I could go for fire and brimstone right 'bout now."
Helena didn't mind the stare or the brusque response, she'd dealt with far worse in her time. Not to mention that little fact she'd been lying dead on a slab and startled the woman when she'd woken up. Though the tidbit about the wall earned a quirk of her eyebrow before she turned her attention to the room at large. She was curious how she'd come back to life when there seemed to be a distinct lack of any equipment that could bring someone back from the dead.
"Sadistic and perverted indeed," she commented, picking up a scalpel that had seemingly been abandoned and studied it. She was looking for rust evidence on it, giving her any potential clue to how long it may have been here and gone untouched. She set it down after a moment and inspected the other instruments.
"Agreed, a bit of fire and brimstone would be a pleasure." Helena was cold, and she wasn't certain if it was simply from the cold of the place in general or the fact that she'd been dead. She glanced at the other woman momentarily. "Seems as though we both have had experience with the Reaper." Helena had fallen towards the Reaper's grip far too many times to count in her life, but she'd always been pulled out of his grasp at the last moment.
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More or less.
"So we are stuck here, wherever here is," she stated as she swung her legs off of the body slab she was on. Which was incredibly creepy. Helena was well aware that she'd died where she was from, but due to time travel, that had been erased and she'd gone on living. So she was certain whatever had happened here was not a result of something that had happened where she was from. Or so she hoped. "If you need proof that I'm real, you can take my pulse." She offered a wrist in the other woman's direction, though made no move to invade her personal space. She'd let her decide if she wanted to take the offer or not.
"They could be both. Still I do not like the thought of someone watching over us in that way." It reminded her of the Regents a bit too much. There was a reason she'd retired from working at the Warehouse, and she bloody well did not want anyone watching her every move like that.
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Sofia hadn't bothered check out if there were any breaks in it. It didn't seem practical when her heels kept sinking into the goddamn snow. "I don't either but I'm supposed to be where you are." Oddly enough she doesn't sound too heartbroken about it. She doesn't blame Carmen for putting a bullet in her chest. "I could go for fire and brimstone right 'bout now."
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"Sadistic and perverted indeed," she commented, picking up a scalpel that had seemingly been abandoned and studied it. She was looking for rust evidence on it, giving her any potential clue to how long it may have been here and gone untouched. She set it down after a moment and inspected the other instruments.
"Agreed, a bit of fire and brimstone would be a pleasure." Helena was cold, and she wasn't certain if it was simply from the cold of the place in general or the fact that she'd been dead. She glanced at the other woman momentarily. "Seems as though we both have had experience with the Reaper." Helena had fallen towards the Reaper's grip far too many times to count in her life, but she'd always been pulled out of his grasp at the last moment.
Apparently the Reaper did not want her yet.