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?
[ Her relief's more uncertain, but it's still there, written in the way the name comes out on a heavy exhale that takes some of the tension from her stance. Clarke takes only a moment to reassess the situation before she steps forward, closing the distance between them and placing a hand — still bare, and still warmed from the fire — on Lexa's shoulder.
The gesture's easy, comfortable. It speaks volumes that her words don't. ]
How long have you been here?
[ A simple question, in theory. She's not sure she can even answer it; she's hoping Lexa might've had better luck with telling time without a clear view of the sun. ]
[ The last time they spoke she had thought Clarke might never forgive her for putting her people first, even if Lexa still believes she did what was necessary. The touch to her shoulder says otherwise. Clarke's hand is only barely warm through the thin cloth, but Lexa feels heat spreading down to her gut, her fingers tingling a little, and she can't help but smile just a little, more with her eyes than her mouth. No surprise, though. Clarke is a leader like her: it seems natural that she should, in the end, come to understand.
Besides, all that is put behind them. Neither the sky people or her clans are here, just snow and occasional strangers, squatting in what abandoned houses have not yet been lost to time or weather, the way the Grounders once did, before they learned to survive on their own. Lexa means to learn to survive this snow, too — but she's not there yet. ]
I don't know.
[ Echoing Clarke's thoughts accidentally, but for different reasons. She's been measuring time by the familiar rhythms of her body, the length of her paces, a knowledge deep in her bones. "Night" is locked doors and killer cold, not darkness. But she has missing time, lost hours, and she can't be specific. ]
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[ Her relief's more uncertain, but it's still there, written in the way the name comes out on a heavy exhale that takes some of the tension from her stance. Clarke takes only a moment to reassess the situation before she steps forward, closing the distance between them and placing a hand — still bare, and still warmed from the fire — on Lexa's shoulder.
The gesture's easy, comfortable. It speaks volumes that her words don't. ]
How long have you been here?
[ A simple question, in theory. She's not sure she can even answer it; she's hoping Lexa might've had better luck with telling time without a clear view of the sun. ]
no subject
Besides, all that is put behind them. Neither the sky people or her clans are here, just snow and occasional strangers, squatting in what abandoned houses have not yet been lost to time or weather, the way the Grounders once did, before they learned to survive on their own. Lexa means to learn to survive this snow, too — but she's not there yet. ]
I don't know.
[ Echoing Clarke's thoughts accidentally, but for different reasons. She's been measuring time by the familiar rhythms of her body, the length of her paces, a knowledge deep in her bones. "Night" is locked doors and killer cold, not darkness. But she has missing time, lost hours, and she can't be specific. ]
Two weeks, I think.