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?
TWO [The Will is stuck inside with Lying Cat curled around him for warmth, turning to the tablet and the network to try and distract himself from- well, from everything that he's seeing. His visions are alternatively horrific and pornographic depending on who he's hallucinating at the time and it's all kind of disturbing.]
you would think i would learn not to eat the native food
i keep seeing my dead ex.
who else is in this shit-ship with me?
THREE [Enjoying your cabin and your wood and your fireplace? You won't for long. A bald man in a blue cape shoulders the door open and invades without a care, his oversized hairless cat prowling in after him, sniffing at the ground.] After we get off this fucking planet, we're going somewhere warm-
[And that's about when he sees the other, and his eyes narrow. He reaches for a weapon he doesn't have, and Lying Cat slides into a defensive stance.] Clear out. Leave the food, or I'll feed you to my cat.
FOUR [You might find a bald man wrapped up in a cloak stumbling away from the morgue with a grayish blue, large hairless cat at his side. He's got his hand on her back and is currently trying not to run into anything - because he's missing his eyes. They're gone. Just like that. The third time he trips over something, he just lays there for a moment, saying out loud,]
You're the worst seeing-eye-cat in the entire fucksaken universe.
[Lying Cat just sits down primly and stares at The Will, brings a paw up to delicately lick snow from between her toes, and says in reply,] Lying. [Wait, did that cat just talk?]
I am here as in whatever weird planet we've gotten ourselves into? Yes. But I checked the cabin was empty before getting myself inside so I'd hope you're not in here with me or I've gotten sloppy.
[A painfully short message with a lot of meaning in it, which probably makes it obvious how unwell he is. Maybe he's hallucinating this conversation too, along with the dead Stalk that hovers over his shoulder making commentary.]
You don't, not right now. But I need to know where you are and you need to tell me what's this about me being dead. Maybe once I'm really there whatever bullshit you are hallucinating will go away, I have no idea baby I just need to find you first.
[She doesn't even bother replying or trying to talk more sense into him. It will be useless in text, she can already tell that much. She wants to believe him but she isn't completely sure he isn't high, especially if he was so sad over her death.
Her death... it feels like a slap, like cold water on her. She remembers the wound being deep, and how worried she was at the lack of pain but she had thought... well. It doesn't matter now, and she's grateful for the distraction. Soon she's sliding inside his cabin and looking for him.]
[When she gets there, The Will is pacing the small expanse of the cabin he's been stuck in too long, having a heated conversation with... something. Something that isn't there. Lying Cat kind of looks at him helplessly, and when The Stalk slips in, she goes to rub against her legs immediately with a sort of 'help me' face.
Her voice seems to momentarily jar him.] Stalk...? Stalk is here. [His eyes flicker desperately to Lying Cat. She stays silent.]
[Stalk reaches to scratch behind Lying Cat's ears, giving her a hesitant smile. As long as he has a woman taking care of him Will be fine. Or so she thought, because glancing up at the man he... certainly doesn't seem to be on his best moment.
She squirms closer, the legs skittering with a clack-clack-clack as she movies (she hates these wooden floors in the cabins).]
I am here. I don't know how, or why, and I'm not entire sure this isn't some elaborate prank- but I do know I'm here.
And I need you to be well so I can stay mad at you tell me what's going on.
[Uh, excuse you, rude stranger. Bad enough that he's not sure where he is or what's going on or if he's been kidnapped or what. The fact he found someplace dry and relatively warm to take shelter in is literally the only thing he's got going for him right now.
He draws up from where he was standing in front of the hearth, trying to warm his hands. Takes in the new arrivals warily. The...animal might be a problem, and the man is at least as big as he is. And it's not like he actually knows how to fight.
But he's hardly going to back down at first blush. That's not how he was raised.]
I don't think so. In case you hadn't noticed, I was here first.
[The Will gives approximately zero fucks. You don't get to be in his position, that of a fairly well-known and well-paid hitman, without breaking a few heads along the way when they... well, get in your way. And right now, he wants a warm fire and something to eat, because fuck this entire planet. If it takes ousting some poor sucker from his cabin, so be it, The Will has done way worse things in his time.]
In this case, finders keepers means I find it, I keep it. [Lying Cat bristles a little at his side, a low rumble of a growl starting in her chest.] If you think I'm going back out there to freeze my balls off...
Now, let's hold on a minute here. I didn't say that.
[Switching tactics on a dime, he puts on his best 'reasonable' voice. Soft-spoken, eyes opening wider, expression appearing earnest.
Obviously he can't just order or bully this man into leaving. But there's no reason he can't talk his way out of a fight he surely wouldn't win?]
You don't have any more right to this place than I do. And why should either of us have to suffer for nothing? There's plenty of room here. How am I in your way?
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snowblindmemes2015-05-12 07:10 am
the will | saga
[The Will is stuck inside with Lying Cat curled around him for warmth, turning to the tablet and the network to try and distract himself from- well, from everything that he's seeing. His visions are alternatively horrific and pornographic depending on who he's hallucinating at the time and it's all kind of disturbing.]
you would think i would learn not to eat the native food
i keep seeing my dead ex.
who else is in this shit-ship with me?
THREE
[Enjoying your cabin and your wood and your fireplace? You won't for long. A bald man in a blue cape shoulders the door open and invades without a care, his oversized hairless cat prowling in after him, sniffing at the ground.] After we get off this fucking planet, we're going somewhere warm-
[And that's about when he sees the other, and his eyes narrow. He reaches for a weapon he doesn't have, and Lying Cat slides into a defensive stance.] Clear out. Leave the food, or I'll feed you to my cat.
FOUR
[You might find a bald man wrapped up in a cloak stumbling away from the morgue with a grayish blue, large hairless cat at his side. He's got his hand on her back and is currently trying not to run into anything - because he's missing his eyes. They're gone. Just like that. The third time he trips over something, he just lays there for a moment, saying out loud,]
You're the worst seeing-eye-cat in the entire fucksaken universe.
[Lying Cat just sits down primly and stares at The Will, brings a paw up to delicately lick snow from between her toes, and says in reply,] Lying. [Wait, did that cat just talk?]
TWO
[Rude tbh]
the text is coming from *inside the cabin* dun dun dun
are you in the cabin with me?
THEN WHO WAS PHONE
Do you see me there with you? Are you high?
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i've been in here for days there's fucking nothing to get high on
the fuck is going on
no subject
I have no idea but baby you need to tell me where you are right now. If you really haven't done anything to get high you might be sick.
no subject
[A painfully short message with a lot of meaning in it, which probably makes it obvious how unwell he is. Maybe he's hallucinating this conversation too, along with the dead Stalk that hovers over his shoulder making commentary.]
no subject
You don't, not right now. But I need to know where you are and you need to tell me what's this about me being dead. Maybe once I'm really there whatever bullshit you are hallucinating will go away, I have no idea baby I just need to find you first.
no subject
prince robot iv
i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry
[It takes a while as he gets less coherent, but eventually directions to the cabin he's found himself in show up on the screen.]
no subject
Her death... it feels like a slap, like cold water on her. She remembers the wound being deep, and how worried she was at the lack of pain but she had thought... well. It doesn't matter now, and she's grateful for the distraction. Soon she's sliding inside his cabin and looking for him.]
The Will...?
no subject
Her voice seems to momentarily jar him.] Stalk...? Stalk is here. [His eyes flicker desperately to Lying Cat. She stays silent.]
no subject
She squirms closer, the legs skittering with a clack-clack-clack as she movies (she hates these wooden floors in the cabins).]
I am here. I don't know how, or why, and I'm not entire sure this isn't some elaborate prank- but I do know I'm here.
And I need you to be well so I can stay mad at you tell me what's going on.
THREE
He draws up from where he was standing in front of the hearth, trying to warm his hands. Takes in the new arrivals warily. The...animal might be a problem, and the man is at least as big as he is. And it's not like he actually knows how to fight.
But he's hardly going to back down at first blush. That's not how he was raised.]
I don't think so. In case you hadn't noticed, I was here first.
no subject
In this case, finders keepers means I find it, I keep it. [Lying Cat bristles a little at his side, a low rumble of a growl starting in her chest.] If you think I'm going back out there to freeze my balls off...
no subject
[Switching tactics on a dime, he puts on his best 'reasonable' voice. Soft-spoken, eyes opening wider, expression appearing earnest.
Obviously he can't just order or bully this man into leaving. But there's no reason he can't talk his way out of a fight he surely wouldn't win?]
You don't have any more right to this place than I do. And why should either of us have to suffer for nothing? There's plenty of room here. How am I in your way?