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?
"Look, I'd love to believe you but something like this is a bit out of the ordinary," Clint shot back, taking note of the outrage and filing it away. It was hard to say whether it was sincere or not just yet, but it was probably something worth hanging onto.
"But considering I know you as the woman that founded SHIELD, something that happened a pretty long time ago, you've got to excuse my wariness."
It would be strange for HYDRA to attempt the same thing twice though. Very unlike them, especially since prior to Steve's intervention, the Winter Soldier had been so successful; so why make another?
"Look, I have no idea how I got here or why I'm here, but I have a feeling you're just as confused as me," he offered after a stretch of silence, holding his hands out now in a placating gesture. "You're Peggy Carter, right? Steve Rogers's girlfriend?"
"You're a madman." A madman who knew her name. Her blush of outrage traveled down to her neck and her eyes lit up with fury as he oh-so-casually poked at her relationship with a dead man, a relationship he shouldn't have known anything about and that had been used to insult and degrade her for a year now. It was a good thing that a stair separated them, because her first instinct was to punch him in the face. "And my past relationship with Captain Rogers is absolutely none of your business."
It still felt raw, even a year later. How dare this man start slinging around Steve's name? And how dare he just refer to her as the late Captain's girlfriend, as if she was nothing but an extension of the great Captain America?
Clint really wished the others were around right now because this sort of thing? It really wasn't his forte. But right now it was just him and Peggy Carter--man if Coulson was still around he'd be freaking out--and he had to handle this.
Somehow.
"I know your name because you founded SHIELD and because Steve told me about you," he said with a sigh, letting his arms drop back to his side. "Anyone who's ever joined SHIELD knows who you are, so even before they found him on ice, your name was pretty familiar to me. My name's Clint Barton, ma'am, and I'm a former SHIELD agent and current Avenger, alongside Captain Steve Rogers." He paused. "And Tony Stark, the son of Anthony Stark who I'm pretty sure you knew as well."
That 'punch him in the face' option was looking better and better.
"Well, Mr. Barton," she said with the kind of biting coldness that only a truly angry person could have, "you're an exceptionally creative and cruel madman. Captain Rogers is dead. Leave him out of your fantasies or I will see to it that that you see nothing but stars for the rest of the night."
Just casually talking about him being alive, still alive in that ice--even if it was couched between nonsense like Howard's imaginary son and a organization she never founded--hurt. It twisted right between her ribs and made her want to cry, but Peggy'd never been one to cry, so if given the option, she would punch the man instead.
She started descending the stairs, her jaw clenched. "I suggest we turn our focus towards dividing the resources in this house." Before he really did provoke her into a fight.
"I hate to be the one to tell you this, and in such a weird place, but Steve's definitely not dead. Everyone thought he was, but he survived. SHIELD found him," Clint protested, wanting to try and make her understand even if it was going to get him hurt in the process.
Because he knew how dangerous Peggy Carter was and there was only so much he was going to be able to do, in the end, if she did opt to kick his ass.
His jaw was tight as she came down the stairs, the archer itching for his bow again as she made her suggestion--order?--whatever it was.
Talking about this was out of the question apparently.
She swept past him, every muscle tensed. If he said something to that effect again while she was within arm's length, she didn't know if she could control herself.
(It hurt. It hurt that he just jammed his fingers into her own half-hopes and ripped them apart.)
She walked into the living room, past the abandoned couches and hearth towards the kitchen. "I've already given the house a once-over. Two bedrooms, thankfully, and well equipped for the most part. It's conspicuously missing any items that implies someone actually lived here, however." No pictures. No toys. No trinkets or unmade beds or messy rooms. Just a house, as immaculate and impersonal as something out of a catalog.
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"But considering I know you as the woman that founded SHIELD, something that happened a pretty long time ago, you've got to excuse my wariness."
It would be strange for HYDRA to attempt the same thing twice though. Very unlike them, especially since prior to Steve's intervention, the Winter Soldier had been so successful; so why make another?
"Look, I have no idea how I got here or why I'm here, but I have a feeling you're just as confused as me," he offered after a stretch of silence, holding his hands out now in a placating gesture. "You're Peggy Carter, right? Steve Rogers's girlfriend?"
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It still felt raw, even a year later. How dare this man start slinging around Steve's name? And how dare he just refer to her as the late Captain's girlfriend, as if she was nothing but an extension of the great Captain America?
"How do you know my name?"
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Clint really wished the others were around right now because this sort of thing? It really wasn't his forte. But right now it was just him and Peggy Carter--man if Coulson was still around he'd be freaking out--and he had to handle this.
Somehow.
"I know your name because you founded SHIELD and because Steve told me about you," he said with a sigh, letting his arms drop back to his side. "Anyone who's ever joined SHIELD knows who you are, so even before they found him on ice, your name was pretty familiar to me. My name's Clint Barton, ma'am, and I'm a former SHIELD agent and current Avenger, alongside Captain Steve Rogers." He paused. "And Tony Stark, the son of Anthony Stark who I'm pretty sure you knew as well."
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"Well, Mr. Barton," she said with the kind of biting coldness that only a truly angry person could have, "you're an exceptionally creative and cruel madman. Captain Rogers is dead. Leave him out of your fantasies or I will see to it that that you see nothing but stars for the rest of the night."
Just casually talking about him being alive, still alive in that ice--even if it was couched between nonsense like Howard's imaginary son and a organization she never founded--hurt. It twisted right between her ribs and made her want to cry, but Peggy'd never been one to cry, so if given the option, she would punch the man instead.
She started descending the stairs, her jaw clenched. "I suggest we turn our focus towards dividing the resources in this house." Before he really did provoke her into a fight.
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Because he knew how dangerous Peggy Carter was and there was only so much he was going to be able to do, in the end, if she did opt to kick his ass.
His jaw was tight as she came down the stairs, the archer itching for his bow again as she made her suggestion--order?--whatever it was.
Talking about this was out of the question apparently.
"Right. Fine. Sounds good."
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She swept past him, every muscle tensed. If he said something to that effect again while she was within arm's length, she didn't know if she could control herself.
(It hurt. It hurt that he just jammed his fingers into her own half-hopes and ripped them apart.)
She walked into the living room, past the abandoned couches and hearth towards the kitchen. "I've already given the house a once-over. Two bedrooms, thankfully, and well equipped for the most part. It's conspicuously missing any items that implies someone actually lived here, however." No pictures. No toys. No trinkets or unmade beds or messy rooms. Just a house, as immaculate and impersonal as something out of a catalog.