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?
One) [He hadn't been fast enough. A fact that was so beyond irritating and ridiculous that he was seething. Since when was he not fast enough? But whatever this stupid place was, it was messing with his powers and that meant everything was practically crawling.
Now he was going to freeze to death, alone, all because he couldn't find some stupid house that wasn't broken to stay in. If he could just run, maybe he'd be able to generate enough heat to keep himself warm, at least until he found somewhere that wasn't sealed up tight. But 'if onlys' were a waste of time at this point and, for once, he didn't have a lot of that.
He found a decrepit and broken down building that offered shelter from the wind but not from the temperature. He didn't hesitate before ducking inside. Pietro found a corner to huddle in, the lack of any trace amount of fat on him not helping to keep his temperature up. His hands ran over the tablet, aware he might be able to find some help if he just asked for it.
But that would require asking for it. He hesitated.]
D-Dang it...
[He turned on the video function and tried to keep the shivers out of his voice and his expression hard. Just because he was just asking a question. He wasn't weak.]
There's gotta be s-somebody in this blasted place who's got an open door. Guess I missed the warning or something.
[Because he definitely wasn't going to admit to failings he shouldn't even have. He shivered but reached up to swipe at the white tendrils of his hair to cover for it.]
Come ooon, one of you lo...guys' gotta be awake just speak up already. [Don't call losers losers when you're trying to get something from them, no matter how irritated. Bad idea.]
Three) This place wasn't so bad. There wasn't really heating, but there was a fireplace. Not that he knew how to use it, but it would be nice if he did. More importantly, it had a nice large, cushy, armchair that Pietro could spread his long self out on and relax for the night. He was used to having whatever comforts he wanted and slumming it like this was hard, but it was amazing just how quickly he'd come to appreciate four walls and a roof in such a short amount of time.
His peace and quiet, however, was interrupted by the tell-tale sounds of someone coming in from the back door in the other room. The teen jolted into a proper sitting position and then went still.
"Who's there? This joint's already spoken for so clear out!"
This day was turning out to be nothing but an exercise in feeling utterly frustrated about everything. Why was his body so weak and useless now? Why couldn't he change forms anymore? Who did this to him, and what did they want? Where was he supposed to go to escape? He'd hoped to find the answers to those questions by exploring his new surroundings, but there was absolutely nothing to find. The tablet he was carrying, despite being connected to a network of some kind, also offered nothing except for some humans begging for answers to the same questions; that was why he quickly started to ignore it. He couldn't care less about their worthless problems. He had his own to solve.
Eventually, his search led him to a house. As he was starting to feel exhausted - a fact that just added to all of his other frustrations - he decided to rest inside. He entered through the back door-
And then he heard it only moments later. A voice, and not a friendly one.
Immediately Chase stopped in his tracks (and tried to ignore the fact that he shivered reflexively as he did so). Then, carefully, he approached the doorway to the next room, from beyond which he could see a young human male sitting in a chair. Rather than respond right away, the Roidmude decided first to stay half-hidden and observe this human, to calculate how much of a threat he possibly was. (Because peeking around a corner with an ominous stare on his face would really help the situation if he were spotted.)
Enoch went stock still when he heard the voice, paused in the doorway. How he'd managed to climb that fence when he could barely feel his feet anymore was beyond him. Sheer determination, he supposed, but walking around the edge hoping for a way into the house from the front had seemed like too much of a risk.
He'd needed shelter for the day. He couldn't go wandering about until curfew like people better dressed for the environment. He was loath to do as the voice said, especially since it meant another person's presence. He'd mostly spent his days huddled in various buildings for most of the day, using the tablet to speak with his fellow captives. It just wasn't the same, to him, this communication through a screen.
So he went for the door to the living room instead. "I'm sorry," he said, immediately holding his hands up to show he was unarmed (and very much underdressed - he wore a cloak, a brown, worn thing that had been his blanket at the campsite back home, but had not been wearing a shirt that night). "I need the shelter. If you wish, you may take anything here as yours. I am only here for the protection from the weather."
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Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver | X-Men: Evolution
Now he was going to freeze to death, alone, all because he couldn't find some stupid house that wasn't broken to stay in. If he could just run, maybe he'd be able to generate enough heat to keep himself warm, at least until he found somewhere that wasn't sealed up tight. But 'if onlys' were a waste of time at this point and, for once, he didn't have a lot of that.
He found a decrepit and broken down building that offered shelter from the wind but not from the temperature. He didn't hesitate before ducking inside. Pietro found a corner to huddle in, the lack of any trace amount of fat on him not helping to keep his temperature up. His hands ran over the tablet, aware he might be able to find some help if he just asked for it.
But that would require asking for it. He hesitated.]
D-Dang it...
[He turned on the video function and tried to keep the shivers out of his voice and his expression hard. Just because he was just asking a question. He wasn't weak.]
There's gotta be s-somebody in this blasted place who's got an open door. Guess I missed the warning or something.
[Because he definitely wasn't going to admit to failings he shouldn't even have. He shivered but reached up to swipe at the white tendrils of his hair to cover for it.]
Come ooon, one of you lo...guys' gotta be awake just speak up already.
[Don't call losers losers when you're trying to get something from them, no matter how irritated. Bad idea.]
Three) This place wasn't so bad. There wasn't really heating, but there was a fireplace. Not that he knew how to use it, but it would be nice if he did. More importantly, it had a nice large, cushy, armchair that Pietro could spread his long self out on and relax for the night. He was used to having whatever comforts he wanted and slumming it like this was hard, but it was amazing just how quickly he'd come to appreciate four walls and a roof in such a short amount of time.
His peace and quiet, however, was interrupted by the tell-tale sounds of someone coming in from the back door in the other room. The teen jolted into a proper sitting position and then went still.
"Who's there? This joint's already spoken for so clear out!"
Three
Eventually, his search led him to a house. As he was starting to feel exhausted - a fact that just added to all of his other frustrations - he decided to rest inside. He entered through the back door-
And then he heard it only moments later. A voice, and not a friendly one.
Immediately Chase stopped in his tracks (and tried to ignore the fact that he shivered reflexively as he did so). Then, carefully, he approached the doorway to the next room, from beyond which he could see a young human male sitting in a chair. Rather than respond right away, the Roidmude decided first to stay half-hidden and observe this human, to calculate how much of a threat he possibly was. (Because peeking around a corner with an ominous stare on his face would really help the situation if he were spotted.)
Three
He'd needed shelter for the day. He couldn't go wandering about until curfew like people better dressed for the environment. He was loath to do as the voice said, especially since it meant another person's presence. He'd mostly spent his days huddled in various buildings for most of the day, using the tablet to speak with his fellow captives. It just wasn't the same, to him, this communication through a screen.
So he went for the door to the living room instead. "I'm sorry," he said, immediately holding his hands up to show he was unarmed (and very much underdressed - he wore a cloak, a brown, worn thing that had been his blanket at the campsite back home, but had not been wearing a shirt that night). "I need the shelter. If you wish, you may take anything here as yours. I am only here for the protection from the weather."