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's been in a grand total of one snowstorm during his lifetime and that was at his grandparents house in jersey wherein they had - running water and a more active police presence. It's less the heat and more the desire for something to do - to keep his hands busy and less focused on the mess that he'd left behind because at any moment his worry about Ricky and Miranda would start up -
And he'd go hunting for a drink. Five years on the wagon I'm qualified to indulge once right? I mean just once? Especially in special circumstances?
He'd found a cup of noodles and was sipping it, anxiously in the communal space he'd managed to share with other castaways.]
...So anybody wanna play 20 questions?
I'll go first. [He coughed into his hand] ...Someone ask a question.
B
[How odd it is, to take advantage of the little things in life. Your sense of self, your sense of who you are, your sense of connection to other beings. That's what got Victor into this, diving in front of that accident, making the sacrifice play. Trying to prove he was a good guy. Stupidly thinking that maybe if he died here...
He'd wake up in his bed and everything would be like it should have been.
No. Instead he wakes up on a cold flat sterile operating table and for the first time in his life he's aware of just how different he is. There's no point in pretending, there's no point. What did he die for if Miranda is still home and his son is nowhere to be seen?
There are other people. Other captives, other rescues, other runaways.]
[What Victor might have taken for an ornamental suit of armour adorning the rather sparse cabin common area, tilts its head towards him when he speaks up. The noise of his voice seems too loud somehow... despite there being numerous people here, the silence had lain as thick as the snow until now, everyone being too lost in their own thoughts and worries to say much.
Al isn't much in the mood for games himself, he is concerned about his brother and Amestris as a whole, but he can acutely feel the need to lessen everyone else's distress, and maybe a game is the best way to do that.]
Mm, okay, I'll play.
[He tries to inject a note of enthusiasm into his voice, balling one giant hand into a fist and bringing it down in a decisive pump.]
Um...
[A question. Ask a question. Oh god, what kind of question? He's not played 20 questions before, what are the rules?! Wing it, Alphonse...]
[Vic laughs at that, despite the situation.] Yellow. But that's not how it works.
I think of a person. [He shifts his weight, sitting up.] And you ask me questions to determine who it is. Like say...man or a woman. Do they draw, do they write plays.
[He chuckles a little self consciously, rubbing a hand on the back of his helmet. Maybe he should have just asked the rules of the game to begin with? Now that he knows them, he has a distinct sense of foreboding that it won't go well as the chances of them knowing the same people are slim. But he doesn't want to spoil the attempt to lighten the mood, so he'll roll with it.]
Okay, I've got it now. Hm... Okay, my first question is: Are you a man?
[Ah yes, Disney, sadly a thing that Amestris is lacking. It's a shame because Al would probably be a big fan. He leans forwards, elbows on his knees, and scratches his chin thoughtfully.]
Is he... um... here? Not here right now, I mean here in this place.
[Someone who was alive that long ago, but who is famous enough to be remembered? That limits the pool of suspects somewhat.]
Was he a Führer?
[Maybe one of Führer King Bradley's predecessors, assuming he was from Amestris. Al hopes so, because his knowledge of Ishval, Creta, Aerugo, Drachma, and Xing don't quite extend to the famous people of the past.]
[Not a Führer but could have been? Maybe someone in a close position to the Führer? Someone who might have taken over should he have died or been incapacitated?]
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Victor 'Vector' McPhee | "Carriers" | ' Original Character '
[He's been in a grand total of one snowstorm during his lifetime and that was at his grandparents house in jersey wherein they had - running water and a more active police presence. It's less the heat and more the desire for something to do - to keep his hands busy and less focused on the mess that he'd left behind because at any moment his worry about Ricky and Miranda would start up -
And he'd go hunting for a drink. Five years on the wagon I'm qualified to indulge once right? I mean just once? Especially in special circumstances?
He'd found a cup of noodles and was sipping it, anxiously in the communal space he'd managed to share with other castaways.]
...So anybody wanna play 20 questions?
I'll go first. [He coughed into his hand] ...Someone ask a question.
B
[How odd it is, to take advantage of the little things in life. Your sense of self, your sense of who you are, your sense of connection to other beings. That's what got Victor into this, diving in front of that accident, making the sacrifice play. Trying to prove he was a good guy. Stupidly thinking that maybe if he died here...
He'd wake up in his bed and everything would be like it should have been.
No. Instead he wakes up on a cold flat sterile operating table and for the first time in his life he's aware of just how different he is. There's no point in pretending, there's no point. What did he die for if Miranda is still home and his son is nowhere to be seen?
There are other people. Other captives, other rescues, other runaways.]
Don't touch me. What did you do with my clothes?
A
Al isn't much in the mood for games himself, he is concerned about his brother and Amestris as a whole, but he can acutely feel the need to lessen everyone else's distress, and maybe a game is the best way to do that.]
Mm, okay, I'll play.
[He tries to inject a note of enthusiasm into his voice, balling one giant hand into a fist and bringing it down in a decisive pump.]
Um...
[A question. Ask a question. Oh god, what kind of question? He's not played 20 questions before, what are the rules?! Wing it, Alphonse...]
What's your favourite colour?
Re: A
I think of a person. [He shifts his weight, sitting up.] And you ask me questions to determine who it is. Like say...man or a woman. Do they draw, do they write plays.
At the end of 20 questions you have to guess.
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[He chuckles a little self consciously, rubbing a hand on the back of his helmet. Maybe he should have just asked the rules of the game to begin with? Now that he knows them, he has a distinct sense of foreboding that it won't go well as the chances of them knowing the same people are slim. But he doesn't want to spoil the attempt to lighten the mood, so he'll roll with it.]
Okay, I've got it now. Hm... Okay, my first question is: Are you a man?
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Yes.
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Is he... um... here? Not here right now, I mean here in this place.
no subject
no subject
Was he a Führer?
[Maybe one of Führer King Bradley's predecessors, assuming he was from Amestris. Al hopes so, because his knowledge of Ishval, Creta, Aerugo, Drachma, and Xing don't quite extend to the famous people of the past.]
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I think. [He shrugs his shoulders]
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Was he a State Alchemist?