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?
"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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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.