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?
[Oh, jeez, someone else is here.] Yeah! Yeah, I'm fine, this place is just run-down.
[...Wait, someone else is here! America whirls around, scattering broken china as he does. It's a woman. She has a kitchen knife, but America hardly processes it in his excitement at being face-to-face with another person again.]
[She takes a step back at America's sudden movement, but gradually the knife lowers to her side. This man doesn't seem hostile, and she likes to think she's a good judge of character, but then again, perhaps she has a slight bias when it comes to blonde hair and bright blue eyes.]
Am I intruding?
[She'd rather not fight for territory if her gut instinct is wrong. There are still enough hours in the day to find shelter elsewhere.
No way! It's not like I own the house. [America grins, still ignoring any potential danger the woman might pose. It's not like she's lunged at him or anything.] I was just looking for food... But there's not even anywhere to put it.
[Which sours his mood again just a little, but he's still pretty cheerful.]
Unfortunate... I had hoped to find something edible as well.
[Zelda's a bit less aggressively cheerful, disappointment clear in her eyes for a moment. Her rations are running thin; if this house is a bust, she should probably move on while there's still a little daylight left.
But... though she might be accustomed to isolation, the thought of leaving so soon seems more unpleasant than going a bit hungry tonight.]
My name is Zelda. Though I do not have much we can share, if you have decided to stay here for the night, I would ask that you allow me to join you.
I'm America. I'm staying here for the night, so you should definitely stick around, too! [He hadn't actually decided when he was going to stop searching until this exact moment. He can't abandon company so quickly.] I think there's a fireplace in the other room.
[He thinks. He really did make a beeline to the kitchen.]
[And in what feels like the first time in a long while, Zelda smiles.]
You have my gratitude, America. [She slides the knife back into its designated pocket. If America is an odd name for a person, she makes no comment on it.] Are you able to make a fire? I can start one, if not.
[Oh, to be unaware of America's obsession with food...]
I can do it, no problem! [He can't resist the urge to play hero and show off a bit, even if it's something dumb like starting a fire.] It's been a bit since I've done it the old-fashioned way, but that's not a big deal for a hero.
[He brushes some of the remaining china out of his hair and heads to the living room to see about dealing with the fireplace.]
[America drops his backback without care for the contents on the ground beside him as he sits cross-legged in front of the fireplace to work on getting the fire going. He doesn't have any flint or matches, so it'll have to be the super old-fashioned friction way, but he can do it! It's like being in Boy Scouts, never mind that America has never actually been an official Boy Scout.]
Back home I'm the world's hero! [Zelda probably shouldn't be getting her information on America from America.] Someone's gotta protect everyone.
[While America works on the fire (she assumes he knows what he's doing, given his enthusiasm), Zelda begins to search the room a bit more thoroughly. She lifts the cushions off of arm chairs and sofas and gathers them around the fire for later, then looks for anything that might have gotten stuck underneath.
She's probably only going to find coins or paperclips, but better to be sure than miss something.]
That is quite the title. [She responds with raised eyebrows.] You must be very busy.
There are some people who help me out. [He will allow the other nations the honor of being his sidekicks.] But yeah, I have to go all over the place all the time!
[America is shifting in place like he wants to move about to emphasize his words, but instead he's focused on getting the fire started. Using friction takes time--and at least for once he does actually know what he's doing.]
Sounds a bit like someone else I know... He was always running across the land, giving his aid to whoever needed it.
[She's half-tempted to ask what nefarious evil America has to fight, but decides against it. She'd rather not her first face-to-face conversation in a while be a sad one.
(If only she knew.)
Dragging one of the cushions over to the fireplace, she perches herself on it, arms wrapped around her knees as she watches America work.]
Is it taking? I can look for more dry wood if it is necessary.
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[...Wait, someone else is here! America whirls around, scattering broken china as he does. It's a woman. She has a kitchen knife, but America hardly processes it in his excitement at being face-to-face with another person again.]
Hey!
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Am I intruding?
[She'd rather not fight for territory if her gut instinct is wrong. There are still enough hours in the day to find shelter elsewhere.
... Hopefully, anyway.]
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[Which sours his mood again just a little, but he's still pretty cheerful.]
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[Zelda's a bit less aggressively cheerful, disappointment clear in her eyes for a moment. Her rations are running thin; if this house is a bust, she should probably move on while there's still a little daylight left.
But... though she might be accustomed to isolation, the thought of leaving so soon seems more unpleasant than going a bit hungry tonight.]
My name is Zelda. Though I do not have much we can share, if you have decided to stay here for the night, I would ask that you allow me to join you.
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[He thinks. He really did make a beeline to the kitchen.]
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You have my gratitude, America. [She slides the knife back into its designated pocket. If America is an odd name for a person, she makes no comment on it.] Are you able to make a fire? I can start one, if not.
[Oh, to be unaware of America's obsession with food...]
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[He brushes some of the remaining china out of his hair and heads to the living room to see about dealing with the fireplace.]
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Which is to say her smile grows a bit with a tinge of wistfulness as she follows after him. He's louder than the hero she knows, but still.]
A hero, are you? May I ask of what?
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Back home I'm the world's hero! [Zelda probably shouldn't be getting her information on America from America.] Someone's gotta protect everyone.
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She's probably only going to find coins or paperclips, but better to be sure than miss something.]
That is quite the title. [She responds with raised eyebrows.] You must be very busy.
[She will be so disappointed later.]
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[America is shifting in place like he wants to move about to emphasize his words, but instead he's focused on getting the fire started. Using friction takes time--and at least for once he does actually know what he's doing.]
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[She's half-tempted to ask what nefarious evil America has to fight, but decides against it. She'd rather not her first face-to-face conversation in a while be a sad one.
(If only she knew.)
Dragging one of the cushions over to the fireplace, she perches herself on it, arms wrapped around her knees as she watches America work.]
Is it taking? I can look for more dry wood if it is necessary.