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?
[ he is not self-flagellating on principle for it accomplishes nothing; this is not a deserved punishment he will accept. someone means to gain something from this, and he will not be subjected to their whims, whether it's suffering he is owed by fate or not. whatever guilt he carries over elijah, whatever pain and longing he feels for his siblings, whatever anger he harbors is inconsequential to what is his due: survival, and whatever else he might fancy.
such as ripping out the throats of those responsible.
(all he desires is to find a way back to his daughter.)
that is the purpose driving him.
but there is an immediacy to this purpose: to seeing caroline safely with him. because he does guilt; he does pain and long. he angers. he feels, and it is with a frenzy of hope at this sliver of solace and responsibility that he shifts and pulls and dislodges each piece of wood, ignoring the bite and scrape of splinters, the wetness of the blood that stains his hand from his makeshift knife, as he fights with each unforgiving inch. they are lucky, for he encounters no floor beneath it but a drop and another layer of wood.
he uses his feet and weight to test its give, then tries the knife on it with poor leverage and little result but more minor injury. it is arduous, infuriating work, but eventually a board cracks and falls to the soil below the house, and then another, and another. he stops, looks at the mess he has made with spiteful satisfaction at the success. ]
Find a way under the porch. [ he calls out to her, and then looks over with wide eyes to the quiet phone. it has been quiet. ] Caroline?
[ she doesn't see the way he bleeds for her, the way he does anything to help her. she doesn't understand that he needs her to survive, needs a win for himself, as much as he needs to save her for her sake. she was brought here ill-prepared, she has little protection against the cold except for her body and the simple jacket she wears.
teeth chattering, she pushes on against the blinding cold, the chill now seeping down to her bones, so it feels like. it reminds of her of when she woke up after katherine smothered her with a pillow. that feeling, the one that told her she may never feel warm again.
she can hear the sounds on the device but her shivering fingers are curled too tightly to adjust her grip and look at what he's doing. she knows he's figuring a way out. and she trudges down the street until she sees the mailbox, heading towards the house with a shivering sigh.
she hears her name and she nods, at his instructions, barely hearing them before she starts to circle around the house. at first, there's no way underneath the porch. a lattice made of wood surrounds the length of it. shivering, she realizes her feet are too numb to care so finally, she kicks.
and kicks.
kicks until the wood splinters. she drops to her knees as she's given a second wind, desperation forcing her to find a way to survive. she pulls at the wood, gasping and panting, letting out soft yells of frustration at the splinters as they press into her skin. she shifts and moves to sit on her ass, kicking the wood again and again until the hole is big enough for her to crawl through, reaching for her discarded device, feeling even more frozen than before.] W-Where? Where do I go?
[ he waits. he listens, rather than watches the shaking, uncertain glimpses he might find on her device's feed. he listens to her labored breathing and eventually her fight against the lattice, all while standing knee-deep in the hole he has made, feeling the terrible cold curling around his ankles, moving up to his thighs. it comforts him. it comforts him because it might mean there is no hindrance from under the porch to under the house.
he does need her to survive. he wants her to survive, and he wants not to be alone in this stark nightmare, despite himself. he has spent nearly a week in this winter, and he already has the pale gauntness to show for it, the stress and lack of sleep. he does need to win this, to know there is a way around these rules, to know their captors are not entirely in control. ]
The front, to the left of the door. [ he is in the living room, bare save some furniture. an empty room that would be next to useless if it were not for the fireplace.
[ she lets out a sound of confirmation before she shuts off her device, tucking it into her back pocket before she crawls beneath the porch. it's pitch black, almost impossible to see at first, until she sees the dim light and her eyes adjust.
she crawls frantically, ignoring the sting of the cold ground as her hands and knees press against it. she gets there quick enough, trying not to think of what kind of spiders and other creepy crawlers are living beneath this place (it's honestly probably too cold even for them).
she gets to the hole, moving to crouch, reaching up to grab the splintered sides to hoist herself up.] Thank you, thank you-- [ she's already saying, on the verge of tears, her voice shaky and relieved at the same time.]
[ he has her. she need not expend the energy of pushing herself inside. the moment she appears he has her in hand, his fingers curling around her icy arms in a strong, guiding grip. klaus ignores the pain that sears him at the pressure and friction, can grant the terrible stinging little mind in the wake of the adrenaline and relief coursing through him, the realization his damned, buried hope was not misplaced.
he feels his breath catch in his chest, pulling her to him with the little strength he has, tumbling back onto the floor to pull her completely free, his legs spread with her tucked in his arms. his palms leave impressions of blood on her thin clothes as he hugs her to his chest, and murmurs. ] It's all right, sweetheart, it's all right.
[ it's been almost a year since she last saw him. the thought barely has time to register as he pulls her from the hole in the ground in a unusually graceless fashion. it seems that he's got the same problem she does, he's as human as she is. although she isn't sure how human they are. she can smell the blood, even without her heightened senses, though she cannot comment on it, not as she trembles in his arms.
he's warm. he's never really been warm before. sure, they all get that warmth from coffee or a hot toddy, but he's so warm, especially compared to her frigid skin and clothes. the room feels warm too, she can't help but shudder hard at the difference.
a few tears slip down her cheeks without permission, tears of relief and the underlying fear that melts away. she won't freeze to death. not tonight.]
H-How are you? [ she tries to joke, letting out a few more choked laughs before they turn into sobs of relief and despair. she holds onto him tightly, in a way she probably wouldn't ever do normally, in a way she had before when he'd found her in the hallway, after elena saved her life from an insane alaric.]
[ there are few situations in which she would collapse willingly into him, and he welcomes it. he welcomes with a blow to the chest her blessed presence and levity, his lips to parting with an exhale in humorless appreciation for both. it stuns him into remembering the strength of her even in such harshness, even as she succumbs to her heart-rending, gasping cries. all this and his own relief are the reasons he presses his cheek to the silk of her hair and seeks to comfort her, holding to her as she clings, closing his legs around her to give her violently shuddering body the warmth she needs.
he touches her fitfully, clutching and rubbing at her limbs, her back. the caresses are made with more than one intent: to warm her but also to feel her, to know that she is here, alive, and will not die this night. one hand stops, cradling her head, his bloodied, dirty fingers in her dying curls; he marvels on how human his senses are, how dulled they are, and yet how the scent of her is distinguishable, known, as possessingly comforting and alluring as her presence is his desperation to hold onto her. he near whispers, both light and sincere, as much for her sake as for his own: ] Better now.
[ she doesn't fight his embrace or shy away from the way his hands move over her body, in attempts to warm her. she needs it, if the way her body was trembling almost violently. although it lessens, it becomes a little less pronounced as the warmer air of the room starts to settle over her. clenching her eyes shut, she nods at his words, her humor fading away quickly as the cold refuses to go away.]
Good. [ she murmurs the word, her eyes opening once more to look at him.] How did you get here?
[ he slows the constant, gripping touches in pace with her body's adjustment, but he does not stop. she still shivers; he can feel the cold seeping in from under the house, permeating through the floor and walls, the dropping temperatures surrounding them in a terrible cocoon. the only warmth is in the fire, stalwartly endeavoring to reach them. by its flames in the ensuing dark, she does not nearly look so pale.
he pulls back just enough to see her wet eyes and the shine of her tears smeared on her cheek. it tugs at his chest. he feels the first full force of the terrible sting in his hand while he rubs her arm in reassurance. ] I assume as inconveniently as everyone else. I woke up.
[ nodding at his answer, she almost hoped that he'd come here knowingly, as insane as that thought was. klaus despite every one of his many flaws, always seemed to be steps ahead of every plot against him. she realizes now he must be more frustrated than ever. she looks away, reaching up to wipe away her tears with frozen fingers.] Should we move closer to the fire? [ it can't help with the new hole in the ground and her body that felt like ice. he must be getting cold too.]
[ frustrated is simply the beginning of what he is, as clueless as everyone else. he has his suspicions, his theories, but it all comes down to one inarguable fact: whatever this place is, it's formidable. it's formidable enough to take him unwittingly. formidable enough to do the same to countless others, and now to her. he blinks slow, feeling a drop in his stomach watching as she nods and wipes her eyes.
they are all clueless.
next to helpless, but not quite. he has never broken against any odds, and he doesn't intend to fold like so much insignificance now. his rage is bottled, teeming, brimming at the surface. it mixes in a heady mixture with all his fears, all the scenarios he dare not consider for his own sanity.
in the silence he could very well spiral thinking of his daughter.
it is part of the reason his gaze follows her, quietly intense, drinking her in. he is simply glad to have someone to see and touch. someone familiar. someone he might trust. it's gratitude he fights to reject, for his own survival. ] Go. [ his hold loosens and he looks to the fire and the pile of blankets in front of it, then the broken floorboards. ] I'll cover up this mess.
[ caroline forbes has never been accused of being weak but she feels it right now. she feels more fragile than she's ever felt, she feels vulnerable in a way she hasn't felt since long before katherine smothered her with that pillow, since she was made a pawn in a game she didn't know was being played. now she's trapped in another game, it seems. and this time, she doesn't have the vampiric abilities to her advantage, to get her through this.
she is back to being that girl she so despised, weak. but she's determined not to slip into that, he tells her to move and she does, biting back a wince before she slides towards the fire.] If you want, I can add some of the scraps to the fire.
No; rest. [ it's soft spoken, an insisting directive as she slides from him, as she leaves his arms for the crackling warmth. ] Stay warm. [ that is what's imperative. what he wants, looking at her. what she needs, and what he feels compelled to give her. his attention turns to the gaping hole in the floor, and then to her form as she settles, safe and huddled by the fire.
it was worth it. (for so many reasons.) tearing up the floor, no matter what issues it incurred: including the gauged state of his hands; a gruesome inconvenience if anything. klaus flexes his fingers with a terrible wince, tests their usefulness before he moves to his feet. (it's here his healing abilities would go a long way and the absence grates on him. in the place, a lack of proper care might prove dangerous.)
he grits his teeth as he moves the planks back to their proper place as best her can, covers it up to the best of his ability. the leftovers he arranges beside him for the fire. ]
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such as ripping out the throats of those responsible.
(all he desires is to find a way back to his daughter.)
that is the purpose driving him.
but there is an immediacy to this purpose: to seeing caroline safely with him. because he does guilt; he does pain and long. he angers. he feels, and it is with a frenzy of hope at this sliver of solace and responsibility that he shifts and pulls and dislodges each piece of wood, ignoring the bite and scrape of splinters, the wetness of the blood that stains his hand from his makeshift knife, as he fights with each unforgiving inch. they are lucky, for he encounters no floor beneath it but a drop and another layer of wood.
he uses his feet and weight to test its give, then tries the knife on it with poor leverage and little result but more minor injury. it is arduous, infuriating work, but eventually a board cracks and falls to the soil below the house, and then another, and another. he stops, looks at the mess he has made with spiteful satisfaction at the success. ]
Find a way under the porch. [ he calls out to her, and then looks over with wide eyes to the quiet phone. it has been quiet. ] Caroline?
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teeth chattering, she pushes on against the blinding cold, the chill now seeping down to her bones, so it feels like. it reminds of her of when she woke up after katherine smothered her with a pillow. that feeling, the one that told her she may never feel warm again.
she can hear the sounds on the device but her shivering fingers are curled too tightly to adjust her grip and look at what he's doing. she knows he's figuring a way out. and she trudges down the street until she sees the mailbox, heading towards the house with a shivering sigh.
she hears her name and she nods, at his instructions, barely hearing them before she starts to circle around the house. at first, there's no way underneath the porch. a lattice made of wood surrounds the length of it. shivering, she realizes her feet are too numb to care so finally, she kicks.
and kicks.
kicks until the wood splinters. she drops to her knees as she's given a second wind, desperation forcing her to find a way to survive. she pulls at the wood, gasping and panting, letting out soft yells of frustration at the splinters as they press into her skin. she shifts and moves to sit on her ass, kicking the wood again and again until the hole is big enough for her to crawl through, reaching for her discarded device, feeling even more frozen than before.] W-Where? Where do I go?
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he does need her to survive. he wants her to survive, and he wants not to be alone in this stark nightmare, despite himself. he has spent nearly a week in this winter, and he already has the pale gauntness to show for it, the stress and lack of sleep. he does need to win this, to know there is a way around these rules, to know their captors are not entirely in control. ]
The front, to the left of the door. [ he is in the living room, bare save some furniture. an empty room that would be next to useless if it were not for the fireplace.
he steps out of the hole, kneels before it. ]
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she crawls frantically, ignoring the sting of the cold ground as her hands and knees press against it. she gets there quick enough, trying not to think of what kind of spiders and other creepy crawlers are living beneath this place (it's honestly probably too cold even for them).
she gets to the hole, moving to crouch, reaching up to grab the splintered sides to hoist herself up.] Thank you, thank you-- [ she's already saying, on the verge of tears, her voice shaky and relieved at the same time.]
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he feels his breath catch in his chest, pulling her to him with the little strength he has, tumbling back onto the floor to pull her completely free, his legs spread with her tucked in his arms. his palms leave impressions of blood on her thin clothes as he hugs her to his chest, and murmurs. ] It's all right, sweetheart, it's all right.
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he's warm. he's never really been warm before. sure, they all get that warmth from coffee or a hot toddy, but he's so warm, especially compared to her frigid skin and clothes. the room feels warm too, she can't help but shudder hard at the difference.
a few tears slip down her cheeks without permission, tears of relief and the underlying fear that melts away. she won't freeze to death. not tonight.]
H-How are you? [ she tries to joke, letting out a few more choked laughs before they turn into sobs of relief and despair. she holds onto him tightly, in a way she probably wouldn't ever do normally, in a way she had before when he'd found her in the hallway, after elena saved her life from an insane alaric.]
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he touches her fitfully, clutching and rubbing at her limbs, her back. the caresses are made with more than one intent: to warm her but also to feel her, to know that she is here, alive, and will not die this night. one hand stops, cradling her head, his bloodied, dirty fingers in her dying curls; he marvels on how human his senses are, how dulled they are, and yet how the scent of her is distinguishable, known, as possessingly comforting and alluring as her presence is his desperation to hold onto her. he near whispers, both light and sincere, as much for her sake as for his own: ] Better now.
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Good. [ she murmurs the word, her eyes opening once more to look at him.] How did you get here?
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he pulls back just enough to see her wet eyes and the shine of her tears smeared on her cheek. it tugs at his chest. he feels the first full force of the terrible sting in his hand while he rubs her arm in reassurance. ] I assume as inconveniently as everyone else. I woke up.
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they are all clueless.
next to helpless, but not quite. he has never broken against any odds, and he doesn't intend to fold like so much insignificance now. his rage is bottled, teeming, brimming at the surface. it mixes in a heady mixture with all his fears, all the scenarios he dare not consider for his own sanity.
in the silence he could very well spiral thinking of his daughter.
it is part of the reason his gaze follows her, quietly intense, drinking her in. he is simply glad to have someone to see and touch. someone familiar.
someone he might trust.it's gratitude he fights to reject, for his own survival. ] Go. [ his hold loosens and he looks to the fire and the pile of blankets in front of it, then the broken floorboards. ] I'll cover up this mess.no subject
she is back to being that girl she so despised, weak. but she's determined not to slip into that, he tells her to move and she does, biting back a wince before she slides towards the fire.] If you want, I can add some of the scraps to the fire.
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it was worth it. (for so many reasons.) tearing up the floor, no matter what issues it incurred: including the gauged state of his hands; a gruesome inconvenience if anything. klaus flexes his fingers with a terrible wince, tests their usefulness before he moves to his feet. (it's here his healing abilities would go a long way and the absence grates on him. in the place, a lack of proper care might prove dangerous.)
he grits his teeth as he moves the planks back to their proper place as best her can, covers it up to the best of his ability. the leftovers he arranges beside him for the fire. ]