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.
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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?
[Sakata Gintoki had stepped out one last time before the night fell with the simple intent of taking a piss. The cabin had begun to feel stifling, and he had assumed the change of surroundings would give both a literal and figurative breath of fresh air.
Besides, there was something enjoyable in the idea of writing his name in the snow. A small act of spite that brought him some sense of victory.
Unfortunately, by the time the albino had returned to the cabin he found the door sealed shut. No amount of shouting or banging on the door allowed the fixture to budge. He even went so far as to ram the weight of his body into the damn thing - and all he accomplished were a few annoying scrapes and a bruise to his pride.
Frustration began to drain from his being as he pressed his back up to the door of the cabin. Eyes filled with the energy akin to a dead fish surveyed his surroundings. Snow soaked into the fabric against his ass, as if only to add insult to injury. The cold nipping at his nose seemed to promise that this was only the tip of the iceberg.
It seemed this would be one pain in the ass way to go.
Gintoki pressed at the bridge of his nose, brows furrowing. The idea of being stuck was not only embarrassing, but also inconvenient. At least in action, he didn’t have to sit around and wait for his demise like someone who was waiting for the next available stall in a public restroom.
And so, he decided to retreat into his tablet. He’d remembered to bring that, but apparently couldn’t be assed to make it back into the cabin on time. Who came up with such arbitrary rules such as this anyhow? How was the cabin locked?
Was there a ghost inside, holding the door closed at his expense? Ready to drag him down to the depths of purgatory for company? Throwing a fit because it didn't agree with his idea of self-expression?
He laughed at the thought - the laugh of a man who wasn’t entirely convinced that wasn’t outside the realm of possibility. His attempt at entertaining himself had only caused a spark of paranoia to grow within his heart.
Gintoki worked to turn on the video feed of his video that must faster.]
Oi. Don’t got out if you have to take a piss. Unless you follow a very strict schedule. There’s no respect for the call of nature around here, you won’t find it.
[No prize for guessing who's also stuck out in the middle of the fucking snow and just learned that- yeah, the door on his end appears to be stuck too. The video swings a little as he tugs once, tugs harder, gives the door an You have got to be fucking kidding me I come from a world where everyone's stupidly overpowered and I can't open this door? look and then he glances up wondering if maybe he could climb up to the second story?]
[Ah! A kindred soul! Another man who had felt that undeniable urge to step out into the ice and the snow for the sole purpose of letting loose a vindicating whiz.
Maybe there really was a malicious spirit who sought to punish those who carelessly brandished their genitals with little regard for the scenery.]
Absolutely. This place doesn't have much consideration for a man's urges. They clearly don't understand.
Of course not. No man has that much in his bladder.
[The pain of having a long as hell nam-...actually, come to think about it, he could've probably managed to write out Lancer before he ran out of...you know.]
Oi! You did not dream big enough. Any man with a goal like that set can easily achieve it.
[His words have begun to be punctuated by the chattering of his teeth. He scowls, shifting inward in a meager attempt to contain his own body heat. His breath rises in sporadic tufts of steam.]
It is a delicate balance of urine-dispersion, but easily mastered if you are truly focused.
[He's attempting to ignore the gravity of the situation by delving his attention to the subject matter of their conversation. It kept his mind off of the chill that wished to creep up his spine and take a hold of it - at the very least.]
I'd challenge you and make you regret those words but the only thing we've got to drink is snow. [It's tough having a pissing contest when you're on the cusp of freezing to death. He'd probably be more concerned but at this point in his (after)life dying is just like a bad joke. If they kicked it and were found the next morning as two frozen statues with dicks in their hands and arcs of pee in the air it would just be more of the same.
So. Shivering a bit, the phone gets shoved into...let's say a back pocket as he tries to climb the building. This won't end up well. In a moment or two that ass would end up landing in snow, but still. For a few seconds, Lancer would have the greatest of all treasures - hope, because shit hadn't gone wrong yet.]
Besides [And this is shouted a little because he's attempting to spelunk up a house and he needs his hands free for this (this won't end well, there's going to be some shadow moving in a window that'll cause him to lose his grip and land in snow.)] it's more important to leave a large mark than it is to sign your work.
[The albino moves his hand in a waving gesture - not overly concerned by the other's challenge. They wouldn't have the energy to complete such a task now - especially since they both had already taken the piss.
He lets out a labored sigh, leaning his head back against the door so that he could look skyward. The small jut of the roof overhead blocked some of his view - but also offered a little protection, so it was a fair enough trade. The sky overhead was grey, void of any notable features. It was awfully fitting for this place.
A space so nondescript, it made for a far more perfect hell than any of those fiery, torture pits people had spoken of.
The other's comfortable introspection is broken by a grating sound coming from the other's end. Fabric brushed against the mic and sent Gintoki's irritation to new heights. He stuck a finger in his ear.]
What are you doing? Huh? That's annoying! You hear that? Hey! I was having a moment!
[An unintentional master of timing - Gintoki would lose his temper at just the right moment, seconds before the other plummeted his ass back into the snow.]
[It was a beautiful moment. The snow was falling, the clouds thick above, the wind shifted ever so slightly, it was almost peaceful in its monochrome sort of grayscale way as he ascended, and then a loud shout distracted Lancer and he fell ass first into a large pile of snow. Metaphors of angels falling from heaven could apply, except neither member of Pee Club™ would really count as one in the slightest. The spirits and ghosts inhabiting the spooky Alaskan town would probably be pulling out their popcorn of the damned.
The phone got fished out from snow.]
What the hell are yo- [Wait. Didn't he ask- he did ask. Frown.] What was I doing? I was trying to climb on top of the house [Camera flick. That one. Back again.] and see if I could get in so I wouldn't die. Again.
[A beautiful moment - mutually squandered. The stars surely aligned to allow for the Piss Brigadiers™ to inconvenience one another so masterfully. A meeting constructed by fates that needed a notable dose of schadenfreude.
He looks unimpressed when the other's visage graces the camera once more. Gintoki begins to dig into his ear, since his finger was already in his ear.] You were trying to break in? Were you a burglar? You must not have been a very good one. Besides you were hurting my ears. See.
[He rubs the mic of his device to his yukata so that he could replicate the grating noise.] Already died once? You're not very good at this. [As if he hadn't either.] Oi. We could drink the snow. Drink so much until we had enough pee to make our mark on this world before we die. Since we're going to do that anyhow.
[The swordsman digs his hand into the snow next to his butt. It stings his skin, forcing him to quickly shove the mess of ice into his mouth on camera.]
Don't ignore my suggestion! It was definitely something productive to do with our time. [He speaks with a mouth full of snow, unimpressed by the other's antics.] If a key was present, I would be inside. We cannot operate on 'ifs.'
[Besides, burning down the one shelter he knew about seemed too risky. Sure, it could have been haunted by some malignant ghost who was currently keeping him locked out - but at least it was shelter. Can't thumb your nose about easy shelter.
When it worked anyway.]
Where? Ah. Good question. Everything's white. Was a map supposed to exist? [So the answer was a disappointing 'in town' after all.]
Gintoki responds with a powerful shrug as he leans back against the door with a soft 'thunk.' He blinks a few times into the camera of his tablet. The other is a kid from what he could tell. Too impressionable to be hearing stories of his penis.]
I'm locked out. It's cold. My ass is wet. [As he speaks, his pinky finger casually makes its way into his nostril. There is no hesitation before he begins to dig.]
I said I wasn't stuck! Don't embarrass me like that. I like it outside. It's a nice temperature. Perfect for lounging outside of the cabin. It was too stuffy in there. You see? Do you see?
[He tilts his head, closing his eyes as he pulls his pinky out of his nose, only to blow the booger away. A sniff follows.]
You sound like you want me to sing to you or something. Are you having trouble sleeping? Is my tone going to put you to sleep? [His teeth clatter together on that last sentence, much to his chagrin. He gives an irritated scratch to his head, bobbing his head as if that would shake the foul mood from his skull.]
No way. I already have a celebrity love interest, I'd rather have him sing to me instead! [Why does she make it sound like it'd be cheating otherwise?! That's not even how it works!] Besides, the night is still young! It's way too early to sleep.
[Truthfully, she's a little too restless to sleep, too. It wasn't often that she was without her sister, so not only did she feel incomplete, but— well, she was worried about her, too.]
Oh! I'm not going to sleep anytime soon, so I'll keep you company, okay? It'd probably be bad if you fell asleep out there.
If you heard me sing, you will rethink your celebrity crush. [Not even a little lie. No, that was a straight up, shameless lie. How could he resist saying such a thing when given such an opportunity?] Oi, shouldn't you be worried about beauty sleep?
[Even in the face of inevitability, were they both disregarding the obvious? He wouldn't last the night. Eventually he would chatter and shiver. He would curl up in the damp material of his yukata and fall asleep in one last ditch effort for warmth, only to die.
Yet they were skirting small talk.
They both probably knew. Thus amplifying the reasons for the small talk. Gintoki let out a shuddered laugh. He could appreciate the attempt at downplaying the situation. It definitely assisted with the ability to cope.]
If you don't care about beauty sleep, I will take the company. Falling asleep so early would make me old.
It's totally fine! I'm still growing, so there will be plenty of time for my shape to fill out! [Hold on, where is this conversation going—] I'll be nothing compared to Kuru-nee, though! No amount of beauty sleep could ever make me as pretty as her!
[Despite what she says, there is nothing but enthusiasm and affection in her voice. In fact, there is arguably too much affection in her voice, but that is neither here nor there...]
So, anyway, tell me about yourself! What's your name, where do you come from, and what do you like to do for fun?
[Does she ever stop talking?! That alone might be enough to put him to sleep...]
[This one was a yakker. Aye he almost wished the hypothermia would settle in his bones faster. He was not a master of small talk. If someone was to commandeer a conversation with inanity - it was to be him, understand?
He digs his finger into his ear, eyes narrow as he becomes unsure of the point of her conversation. He was disinterested in just how this girl's shape was apparently going to make like a Packetman. Standards! He had standards to adhere to.]
Maybe Kairo-nee also thinks the same of you when she lays her head down on a pillow at night! When we rest our heads we are all on level ground! Take heed. [Don't think too hard into that. He certainly isn't.]
Sakata Gintoki. Let's say from Edo. Reading JUMP is fun. [A thoughtful pause that even causes him to stop digging into his ear.] This seems awfully lackluster, but that is who I am. I am just a lazy old man who has scraped by for a living. [He pulls his fingers from his ear, flexing his frozen fingers. A sting of needles overtook his hand with the motion.] Hey. If you talk about yourself maybe I can sleep all right.
Hey! You're not supposed to fall asleep. I want to get to know you, so it'd be really rude if you fell asleep!
[Not that that's the reason she's chatting him up. Mostly, she's bored and lonely and she figures that if he manages to survive, he'd kind of owe her one for it. Not to mention that, as an Orihara, she's kind of rude by default, so she has no right to complain about someone else being rude.]
And anyway, aren't you too old for JUMP? A guy like you should be reading more adult stuff! There's nothing wrong with indulging in dirtier things once in a while, you know!
Oi! Kairo-nee probably would not be so bold! You're too bold!
[Oh, he's awake now - his interest piqued at the mention of dirty mags. A little girl definitely should not had dirtied her hands with such things! Should she be reading MAGAZINE or something like that? That was definitely more her speed, he had decided.]
Even if you've curiously thumbed through that section in the konbini, you should not admit to knowing its existence! Boys will be too afraid to talk to you! Sure, sure every man finds excitement with an experienced woman - but aren't you too young?! You should be reading JUMP too!
No one is too old for JUMP. Once you stop enjoying JUMP, you have stopped enjoying life! Death is knocking on your door once JUMP has lost you.
I suppose I admire your courage for being willing to bare yourself to the cold in the first place...
[Don't ask what he's doing when he has to relieve himself. (Actually it's marginally clever, if a little gross.)
Enoch takes a deep breath and tries to stave off that instinctive urge to go save this poor soul who's trapped in the fatal cold. He knows well by now. He's locked in as much as he's locked out. There was no way to get outside. He might as well try to keep the man company.]
Courage? If you think something like that takes courage. I answered the call of nature the only way I knew how. My penis can handle more than a little cold.
[The fact that he cursed and tried to use his yukata to block himself from overexposure to the rigid air was all confidential information. No one needed to know of his grumbled struggles as he tried to find just the way to write his name in the snow. They could use their imagination to fill in the blanks! Much like a text-based RPG game. Yes, yes the audience could build their own perception of the situation, which meant that he would only benefit if they thought he had suffering through it more valiantly than he actually had.]
I didn't expect to get locked out. My timing was off. My whole night has been thrown off. I had plans, you know.
[But instead, he was going to piddle about and freeze to death. An irritating mistake, though definitely not the first time he'd been locked out here. He curls his toes, attempting to bring warmth back to them.]
I was raised in a desert, so surely my tolerance is different. Desert nights are cold but it's easier to build a fire. It's usually not as windy and certainly not as wet.
[He can't imagine anyone had much in the way of plans, really, after curfew in this place, but he's not going to talk about that. He's just trying to sound confident, surely. Put on a brave face so nobody would have to see him suffering. Heaven knows (after his little encounter with corruption, they did) he's done the same many times.]
Speaking of building fires, you should try to find a place sheltered enough from the wind to make one.
Ah! So you are more preconditioned to dealing with sand in odd places. That could be a useful ability.
[Lounging around and flipping through the same month-old JUMP was enough to constitute a plan. Perhaps tonight he had finally decided on a voice to outfit Luchy with as he read the same words aloud to himself for the umpteenth time. It was the little things in this place that had to be embraced.
He does not even give the other's suggestion a moment of thought. Even when the other man had a good suggestion, Gintoki would not be able to move from this spot. He had already begun to lose feeling within his limbs. If he managed to stand, he would only flounder and drop back to the snow. He clenched his fists slowly before extending his fingers. He repeated the action to induce more blood flow within his body.]
A shelter would be too far. This [He moves his tablet to better show the building behind him] was supposed to be my shelter. A shitty shelter, given that it decided to lock me out.
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Sakata Gintoki | Gintama
[Sakata Gintoki had stepped out one last time before the night fell with the simple intent of taking a piss. The cabin had begun to feel stifling, and he had assumed the change of surroundings would give both a literal and figurative breath of fresh air.
Besides, there was something enjoyable in the idea of writing his name in the snow. A small act of spite that brought him some sense of victory.
Unfortunately, by the time the albino had returned to the cabin he found the door sealed shut. No amount of shouting or banging on the door allowed the fixture to budge. He even went so far as to ram the weight of his body into the damn thing - and all he accomplished were a few annoying scrapes and a bruise to his pride.
Frustration began to drain from his being as he pressed his back up to the door of the cabin. Eyes filled with the energy akin to a dead fish surveyed his surroundings. Snow soaked into the fabric against his ass, as if only to add insult to injury. The cold nipping at his nose seemed to promise that this was only the tip of the iceberg.
It seemed this would be one pain in the ass way to go.
Gintoki pressed at the bridge of his nose, brows furrowing. The idea of being stuck was not only embarrassing, but also inconvenient. At least in action, he didn’t have to sit around and wait for his demise like someone who was waiting for the next available stall in a public restroom.
And so, he decided to retreat into his tablet. He’d remembered to bring that, but apparently couldn’t be assed to make it back into the cabin on time. Who came up with such arbitrary rules such as this anyhow? How was the cabin locked?
Was there a ghost inside, holding the door closed at his expense? Ready to drag him down to the depths of purgatory for company? Throwing a fit because it didn't agree with his idea of self-expression?
He laughed at the thought - the laugh of a man who wasn’t entirely convinced that wasn’t outside the realm of possibility. His attempt at entertaining himself had only caused a spark of paranoia to grow within his heart.
Gintoki worked to turn on the video feed of his video that must faster.]
Oi. Don’t got out if you have to take a piss. Unless you follow a very strict schedule. There’s no respect for the call of nature around here, you won’t find it.
Take this as a helpful hint.
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[No prize for guessing who's also stuck out in the middle of the fucking snow and just learned that- yeah, the door on his end appears to be stuck too. The video swings a little as he tugs once, tugs harder, gives the door an You have got to be fucking kidding me I come from a world where everyone's stupidly overpowered and I can't open this door? look and then he glances up wondering if maybe he could climb up to the second story?]
They really have it out for us, huh?
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Maybe there really was a malicious spirit who sought to punish those who carelessly brandished their genitals with little regard for the scenery.]
Absolutely. This place doesn't have much consideration for a man's urges. They clearly don't understand.
Did you at least get to write your name?
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[The pain of having a long as hell nam-...actually, come to think about it, he could've probably managed to write out Lancer before he ran out of...you know.]
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[His words have begun to be punctuated by the chattering of his teeth. He scowls, shifting inward in a meager attempt to contain his own body heat. His breath rises in sporadic tufts of steam.]
It is a delicate balance of urine-dispersion, but easily mastered if you are truly focused.
[He's attempting to ignore the gravity of the situation by delving his attention to the subject matter of their conversation. It kept his mind off of the chill that wished to creep up his spine and take a hold of it - at the very least.]
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So. Shivering a bit, the phone gets shoved into...let's say a back pocket as he tries to climb the building. This won't end up well. In a moment or two that ass would end up landing in snow, but still. For a few seconds, Lancer would have the greatest of all treasures - hope, because shit hadn't gone wrong yet.]
Besides [And this is shouted a little because he's attempting to spelunk up a house and he needs his hands free for this (this won't end well, there's going to be some shadow moving in a window that'll cause him to lose his grip and land in snow.)] it's more important to leave a large mark than it is to sign your work.
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[The albino moves his hand in a waving gesture - not overly concerned by the other's challenge. They wouldn't have the energy to complete such a task now - especially since they both had already taken the piss.
He lets out a labored sigh, leaning his head back against the door so that he could look skyward. The small jut of the roof overhead blocked some of his view - but also offered a little protection, so it was a fair enough trade. The sky overhead was grey, void of any notable features. It was awfully fitting for this place.
A space so nondescript, it made for a far more perfect hell than any of those fiery, torture pits people had spoken of.
The other's comfortable introspection is broken by a grating sound coming from the other's end. Fabric brushed against the mic and sent Gintoki's irritation to new heights. He stuck a finger in his ear.]
What are you doing? Huh? That's annoying! You hear that? Hey! I was having a moment!
[An unintentional master of timing - Gintoki would lose his temper at just the right moment, seconds before the other plummeted his ass back into the snow.]
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The phone got fished out from snow.]
What the hell are yo- [Wait. Didn't he ask- he did ask. Frown.] What was I doing? I was trying to climb on top of the house [Camera flick. That one. Back again.] and see if I could get in so I wouldn't die. Again.
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He looks unimpressed when the other's visage graces the camera once more. Gintoki begins to dig into his ear, since his finger was already in his ear.] You were trying to break in? Were you a burglar? You must not have been a very good one. Besides you were hurting my ears. See.
[He rubs the mic of his device to his yukata so that he could replicate the grating noise.] Already died once? You're not very good at this. [As if he hadn't either.] Oi. We could drink the snow. Drink so much until we had enough pee to make our mark on this world before we die. Since we're going to do that anyhow.
[The swordsman digs his hand into the snow next to his butt. It stings his skin, forcing him to quickly shove the mess of ice into his mouth on camera.]
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[Seriously, if there was anything inside they'd deserve it for not opening the damn door.]
Where are you?
[Besides 'in town.' Besides, it would be embarrassing to die while Skyping to death or whatever these phones operate on.]
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[Besides, burning down the one shelter he knew about seemed too risky. Sure, it could have been haunted by some malignant ghost who was currently keeping him locked out - but at least it was shelter. Can't thumb your nose about easy shelter.
When it worked anyway.]
Where? Ah. Good question. Everything's white. Was a map supposed to exist? [So the answer was a disappointing 'in town' after all.]
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[That's the first thing Mairu thinks of, anyway. He sounded pretty okay outside of being cold, so she doesn't think he was jumped (yet) or anything.
...well, that, and he's probably not the first person who seems to have gotten "lost."]
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[He's not. Thank you.
Gintoki responds with a powerful shrug as he leans back against the door with a soft 'thunk.' He blinks a few times into the camera of his tablet. The other is a kid from what he could tell. Too impressionable to be hearing stories of his penis.]
I'm locked out. It's cold. My ass is wet. [As he speaks, his pinky finger casually makes its way into his nostril. There is no hesitation before he begins to dig.]
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So it's really true. I sure hope you have a nice jacket or you're gonna freeze. You've got a nice voice so it'd be too bad if you died.
[That's so rude?!]
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[He tilts his head, closing his eyes as he pulls his pinky out of his nose, only to blow the booger away. A sniff follows.]
You sound like you want me to sing to you or something. Are you having trouble sleeping? Is my tone going to put you to sleep? [His teeth clatter together on that last sentence, much to his chagrin. He gives an irritated scratch to his head, bobbing his head as if that would shake the foul mood from his skull.]
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[Truthfully, she's a little too restless to sleep, too. It wasn't often that she was without her sister, so not only did she feel incomplete, but— well, she was worried about her, too.]
Oh! I'm not going to sleep anytime soon, so I'll keep you company, okay? It'd probably be bad if you fell asleep out there.
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[Even in the face of inevitability, were they both disregarding the obvious? He wouldn't last the night. Eventually he would chatter and shiver. He would curl up in the damp material of his yukata and fall asleep in one last ditch effort for warmth, only to die.
Yet they were skirting small talk.
They both probably knew. Thus amplifying the reasons for the small talk. Gintoki let out a shuddered laugh. He could appreciate the attempt at downplaying the situation. It definitely assisted with the ability to cope.]
If you don't care about beauty sleep, I will take the company. Falling asleep so early would make me old.
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[Despite what she says, there is nothing but enthusiasm and affection in her voice. In fact, there is arguably too much affection in her voice, but that is neither here nor there...]
So, anyway, tell me about yourself! What's your name, where do you come from, and what do you like to do for fun?
[Does she ever stop talking?! That alone might be enough to put him to sleep...]
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He digs his finger into his ear, eyes narrow as he becomes unsure of the point of her conversation. He was disinterested in just how this girl's shape was apparently going to make like a Packetman. Standards! He had standards to adhere to.]
Maybe Kairo-nee also thinks the same of you when she lays her head down on a pillow at night! When we rest our heads we are all on level ground! Take heed. [Don't think too hard into that. He certainly isn't.]
Sakata Gintoki. Let's say from Edo. Reading JUMP is fun. [A thoughtful pause that even causes him to stop digging into his ear.] This seems awfully lackluster, but that is who I am. I am just a lazy old man who has scraped by for a living. [He pulls his fingers from his ear, flexing his frozen fingers. A sting of needles overtook his hand with the motion.] Hey. If you talk about yourself maybe I can sleep all right.
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[Not that that's the reason she's chatting him up. Mostly, she's bored and lonely and she figures that if he manages to survive, he'd kind of owe her one for it. Not to mention that, as an Orihara, she's kind of rude by default, so she has no right to complain about someone else being rude.]
And anyway, aren't you too old for JUMP? A guy like you should be reading more adult stuff! There's nothing wrong with indulging in dirtier things once in a while, you know!
["Once in a while??" That's all she reads!!]
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[Oh, he's awake now - his interest piqued at the mention of dirty mags. A little girl definitely should not had dirtied her hands with such things! Should she be reading MAGAZINE or something like that? That was definitely more her speed, he had decided.]
Even if you've curiously thumbed through that section in the konbini, you should not admit to knowing its existence! Boys will be too afraid to talk to you! Sure, sure every man finds excitement with an experienced woman - but aren't you too young?! You should be reading JUMP too!
No one is too old for JUMP. Once you stop enjoying JUMP, you have stopped enjoying life! Death is knocking on your door once JUMP has lost you.
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[Don't ask what he's doing when he has to relieve himself. (Actually it's marginally clever, if a little gross.)
Enoch takes a deep breath and tries to stave off that instinctive urge to go save this poor soul who's trapped in the fatal cold. He knows well by now. He's locked in as much as he's locked out. There was no way to get outside. He might as well try to keep the man company.]
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[The fact that he cursed and tried to use his yukata to block himself from overexposure to the rigid air was all confidential information. No one needed to know of his grumbled struggles as he tried to find just the way to write his name in the snow. They could use their imagination to fill in the blanks! Much like a text-based RPG game. Yes, yes the audience could build their own perception of the situation, which meant that he would only benefit if they thought he had suffering through it more valiantly than he actually had.]
I didn't expect to get locked out. My timing was off. My whole night has been thrown off. I had plans, you know.
[But instead, he was going to piddle about and freeze to death. An irritating mistake, though definitely not the first time he'd been locked out here. He curls his toes, attempting to bring warmth back to them.]
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[He can't imagine anyone had much in the way of plans, really, after curfew in this place, but he's not going to talk about that. He's just trying to sound confident, surely. Put on a brave face so nobody would have to see him suffering. Heaven knows (after his little encounter with corruption, they did) he's done the same many times.]
Speaking of building fires, you should try to find a place sheltered enough from the wind to make one.
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[Lounging around and flipping through the same month-old JUMP was enough to constitute a plan. Perhaps tonight he had finally decided on a voice to outfit Luchy with as he read the same words aloud to himself for the umpteenth time. It was the little things in this place that had to be embraced.
He does not even give the other's suggestion a moment of thought. Even when the other man had a good suggestion, Gintoki would not be able to move from this spot. He had already begun to lose feeling within his limbs. If he managed to stand, he would only flounder and drop back to the snow. He clenched his fists slowly before extending his fingers. He repeated the action to induce more blood flow within his body.]
A shelter would be too far. This [He moves his tablet to better show the building behind him] was supposed to be my shelter. A shitty shelter, given that it decided to lock me out.