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?
"Hold still; catch your balance first," she replied, waiting for that. "Turn to follow my voice... turn... good... There's three steps down."
Not hostile yet. She pulls out a canteen and steps forward gently, still keeping enough distance to not pop his personal bubble. "I have some water if you'd like."
At her recommendation, Cristian froze. Better to listen to the one with vision. Slowly but surely, he followed her advice down the letter. After he stopped swaying, he turned. His feet found the stairs and he navigated his way down carefully. He looked up at her, or at least faced in her general direction, at the offer of water. His mouth was bone dry and water seemed a welcomed blessing. He nodded. He stepped forward slowly, gingerly.
Then when he was close, Cristian's hand flashed as he grabbed not for the canteen, but her wrist.
He had always been quick in his movements, one of the benefits of wavering between thin and gaunt. Years of experience on the field helped. But he was nowhere near his best right now and his sight being so compromised did him no favors. Cristian refused to accept these things. Because he was alone, and he was afraid, and he could not afford to be weak as well. It did not escape his notice that this woman, this woman who appeared from nowhere and had a gentle voice and appeared to be beautiful even though Cristian could barely see her, did not answer his question. The devil was known to take pleasing shapes. Whether his grab was successful or not, he choked out a single word.
A slight tensing of wrist muscles is all the reaction Martha gives him when he grabs her wrist. Otherwise, she stays remarkably calm as she eyes him up and down. He can't see which definitely gives her an edge if she does need to defend herself. And between the Paradox Year and then years at UNIT, she has enough training to do so. But she doesn't want to waste the water. Getting more involves fires and boiling, or finding another drop point.
When she answers his questions, it's with a calm, steady voice.
"Where you are is one of the morgues in Norfinbury. Why you're there is likely because you died and just came back to life. Now, I'd really rather not spill this water everywhere, so if you will please unhand me, I would appreciate it."
Were he not so preoccupied with the idea that he could be in Hell, he would be impressed with the woman's level-headedness. As it stood currently, he could only shake his head violently, desperately trying to reclaim his full vision. His training, if it could even be called that, did not come from military. Some of his skill came from police training. He continued to learn on the job, even though he was a vet by the time he was taken away from his home. Cristian had been fighting long before he ever even considered wearing the badge. Sometimes one had to, to survive where he came from. But he didn't just fight to survive. And he did much more than merely fight. He taught himself everything, including how to kill.
If she was a soldier, he was an animal.
However, he wasn't completely barbaric. He didn't attack without reason. As sense came back to him, he conceded that he couldn't be dead. She said Norfinbury, and that jogged some memories back into place. The grip on her became looser the more Cristian remembered himself. He pulled his hand back, then stepped backwards.
"I did. Die. It was after dark..." She would likely know what happened. Everyone knew to get shelter before sundown.
"For me it was loss of hearing," she said. Everyone knew to get inside, more by experience than by the warnings. Because who would have thought that not only did the doors lock one out, they also locked everyone else in.
"It'll come back. Your vision. Within the next few days at least. Until then, your best off attaching yourself to a friend or holing up somewhere and hoping the hallucinations don't come."
She took a sip of the water herself before capping the canteen.
"I'm Martha Jones." Maybe that would help calm him down a little.
Cristian nodded and he absorbed everything she told him. Rising from the dead was not uncommon in this place. He didn't know enough people to notice this trend. It also came with different effects for those brought back. "How--" He coughed. His voice was starting to come back to him, but he still rasped. "How many days?"
He couldn't rely on a friend because he didn't have any. The only one he could call as such was far from here. Cristian was grateful for that, his partner didn't deserve this hell hole. Yet he doubted that Martha Jones deserved it either. Having a name did help calm his suspicions. He didn't think to offer his back. She didn't ask and he wasn't skilled in putting people at ease.
"Hallucinations. I thought they were inevitable if you stayed in one place too long."
Martha wants to hand him the canteen, but considering how well that went last time, she keeps it to herself. For now at least.
"Four days for me. Five for it to come back completely, but by four it was good enough that I felt I could go about without putting myself in more danger."
Did anyone deserve to be here? They didn't have a good idea why they even were here from Martha's point of view. She also noticed he didn't offer a name. No matter. She was happy to make up a name for him, though he might not appreciate it.
"The hallucinations are inevitable, though there's not a set pattern. Some people have experienced them after two nights in one place. Other's after about a week. Like I said, it's a gamble."
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Not hostile yet. She pulls out a canteen and steps forward gently, still keeping enough distance to not pop his personal bubble. "I have some water if you'd like."
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Then when he was close, Cristian's hand flashed as he grabbed not for the canteen, but her wrist.
He had always been quick in his movements, one of the benefits of wavering between thin and gaunt. Years of experience on the field helped. But he was nowhere near his best right now and his sight being so compromised did him no favors. Cristian refused to accept these things. Because he was alone, and he was afraid, and he could not afford to be weak as well. It did not escape his notice that this woman, this woman who appeared from nowhere and had a gentle voice and appeared to be beautiful even though Cristian could barely see her, did not answer his question. The devil was known to take pleasing shapes. Whether his grab was successful or not, he choked out a single word.
"Where?"
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When she answers his questions, it's with a calm, steady voice.
"Where you are is one of the morgues in Norfinbury. Why you're there is likely because you died and just came back to life. Now, I'd really rather not spill this water everywhere, so if you will please unhand me, I would appreciate it."
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If she was a soldier, he was an animal.
However, he wasn't completely barbaric. He didn't attack without reason. As sense came back to him, he conceded that he couldn't be dead. She said Norfinbury, and that jogged some memories back into place. The grip on her became looser the more Cristian remembered himself. He pulled his hand back, then stepped backwards.
"I did. Die. It was after dark..." She would likely know what happened. Everyone knew to get shelter before sundown.
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"It'll come back. Your vision. Within the next few days at least. Until then, your best off attaching yourself to a friend or holing up somewhere and hoping the hallucinations don't come."
She took a sip of the water herself before capping the canteen.
"I'm Martha Jones." Maybe that would help calm him down a little.
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He couldn't rely on a friend because he didn't have any. The only one he could call as such was far from here. Cristian was grateful for that, his partner didn't deserve this hell hole. Yet he doubted that Martha Jones deserved it either. Having a name did help calm his suspicions. He didn't think to offer his back. She didn't ask and he wasn't skilled in putting people at ease.
"Hallucinations. I thought they were inevitable if you stayed in one place too long."
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"Four days for me. Five for it to come back completely, but by four it was good enough that I felt I could go about without putting myself in more danger."
Did anyone deserve to be here? They didn't have a good idea why they even were here from Martha's point of view. She also noticed he didn't offer a name. No matter. She was happy to make up a name for him, though he might not appreciate it.
"The hallucinations are inevitable, though there's not a set pattern. Some people have experienced them after two nights in one place. Other's after about a week. Like I said, it's a gamble."