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?
She doesn't wake up slow. It's not calm and languid, rolling around in warm sheets and burrowing into blankets, a luxury she only dreams of. She wakes up suddenly and all at once, jerking so violently to be free of the body bad that she tumbles off of the metal shelf, landing in a heap on her hands and knees, black plastic tangled around her ankles. The ground is so cold it feels like burning and she scrabbles to her feet, kicking out of the bag as she reflexively calls out for someone.
("Someone." As if she wakes to call out for more than one someone.)
It's for naught regardless of who she does or doesn't call out for, as she finds herself mute, a broken swan in the snow. Fingers contract and release by her sides, trying to will the magic back out of them for just a moment to reach out to someone, but much like her cries there is nothing to be found. It's like she's back there at the castle, waking up cold and alone and scared, without her other half.
The memories hit her and she slumps back down, drawing her knees to her chest and curling her arms around her legs protectively. Maybe she will wait, this time, ignoring the light from her tablet reflecting off the shelf. She will wait here.
Clint had woken up in this miserable place a few days before and had spent most of that time trying to figure out the how and why of it. Of course, there was nothing really to figure out and the archer had found himself merely trying to survive while dealing with the fact that, outside of network posts that occurred every now and then, he had yet to see another living person.
So imagine his surprise at finding someone, a familiar someone, in one of the rooms of the building he'd been sweeping.
"Wanda."
His bow hit the ground as he came to kneel before her, not reaching out just yet but the worry was there--the urge to check her over for injuries a hard one to fight.
She doesn't look up at first, absently drumming her fingers against her knees. The second time he says her name though, she looks up, blue eyes shot through with skeins of heartbreak. and recognition.
Her mouth opens, lips moving and tongue pressing to the back of her teeth as she tries to say his name, but it's only silence. Shaking her head, expression flashing briefly with frustration, one pale hand reaches out for Clint. Part of it is just habit, she's a tactile creature at heart, but part of it is needing something to hold on to when she's lost her ability to effectively communicate.
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wanda maximoff | mcu - post aou (100% will be spoilers, sorry)
("Someone." As if she wakes to call out for more than one someone.)
It's for naught regardless of who she does or doesn't call out for, as she finds herself mute, a broken swan in the snow. Fingers contract and release by her sides, trying to will the magic back out of them for just a moment to reach out to someone, but much like her cries there is nothing to be found. It's like she's back there at the castle, waking up cold and alone and scared, without her other half.
The memories hit her and she slumps back down, drawing her knees to her chest and curling her arms around her legs protectively. Maybe she will wait, this time, ignoring the light from her tablet reflecting off the shelf. She will wait here.
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So imagine his surprise at finding someone, a familiar someone, in one of the rooms of the building he'd been sweeping.
"Wanda."
His bow hit the ground as he came to kneel before her, not reaching out just yet but the worry was there--the urge to check her over for injuries a hard one to fight.
"Wanda are you alright?"
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Her mouth opens, lips moving and tongue pressing to the back of her teeth as she tries to say his name, but it's only silence. Shaking her head, expression flashing briefly with frustration, one pale hand reaches out for Clint. Part of it is just habit, she's a tactile creature at heart, but part of it is needing something to hold on to when she's lost her ability to effectively communicate.