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?
Stannis’s lips press together into a thin line. He cannot stand fools, he’s never found them amusing and his daughter jokes sometimes that he’s forgotten how to laugh. So the fact that this man is stuttering and exuding fear doesn’t exactly endear him to the king. But, contrary to what people might think he doesn’t have an empty heart either.
Stannis might have come here with clothes to survive behind the wall, but this man clearly hasn’t. If Stannis was already feeling the unforgiving bite of the cold either this man must be close to freezing. His hand never leaves the hilt of his sword, but he does motion with his head inside.
“No need, the fire is strong enough to protect us both with its light. But know that I will keep an eye on you and any possible weapons you might conceal. I assure you my aim is true.”
In spite of Stannis's vaguely welcoming gesture, Jimmy hesitates. His body is saying yes yes yes to the thought of warmth and shelter, but his mind is saying no no no, do not engage with this maybe-for-real Renaissance man.
But maybe he has his time periods mixed up.
"I'm unarmed, I swear. Here." He pats himself down, turns his pockets out. Even if he is hiding something, which he isn't, it wouldn't be anywhere near enough to stand up to Stannis's sword. "I'm not out to attack anyone. I just wanna make it through the night with all my fingers and toes intact."
Stannis doesn’t often smile. He does, however, allow the corners of his eyes to wrinkle when he’s amused and he has to admit the weirdly dressed man turning he pockets of his clothes upside down is pretty amusing. But he knows better than to trust anyone who gives up so easily and so he gives him a noncommittal grunt in reply.
“For your own sake I hope that is true.” Once more he motions to the fire. “If you have information on this place I would like to know it.”
It's true: Jimmy should not be trusted. Even when he's frightened, he's trying to work the room, so to speak — and if he can make this scary-looking dude laugh, then hey. Perfect.
He approaches the fire after fixing his pockets, smoothing down his shirt, and even adjusting his tie. It almost looks like he's about to approach a business meeting, the way he straightens up and straightens out before taking a seat and holding his hands out for warmth.
"Unfortunately for both of us, it sounds like I know about as much as you do. I'm pretty sure what we're experiencing right now — " He pauses, bending down to untie his shoelaces. Here's hoping Stannis doesn't mind feet, because Jimmy's are soaked and in desperate need of heat. "Falls under the definition of kidnapping. You ever been kidnapped before?"
The answer is short, and there’s an underlying tone of contempt that it’s a question that even needs to be asked. The man doesn’t seem to know who he is so he hasn’t recognized the coat of arms, but Stannis is wearing clothes that would very obviously belong to a nobleman at least. He might have been held hostage, but never kidnapped.
He also looks pretty unimpressed by Jimmy fixing his clothes. He can recognize the air of someone trying to look their best and he respects it, but that thing he wears around his neck looks like a dead man’s noose.
“I do not even remember how I got here so I suspect magic has been involved.” A pause. “I also have a metallic little thing that keeps on making bird noises, would you know anything about that?”
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Stannis might have come here with clothes to survive behind the wall, but this man clearly hasn’t. If Stannis was already feeling the unforgiving bite of the cold either this man must be close to freezing. His hand never leaves the hilt of his sword, but he does motion with his head inside.
“No need, the fire is strong enough to protect us both with its light. But know that I will keep an eye on you and any possible weapons you might conceal. I assure you my aim is true.”
i'm so glad this is happening
But maybe he has his time periods mixed up.
"I'm unarmed, I swear. Here." He pats himself down, turns his pockets out. Even if he is hiding something, which he isn't, it wouldn't be anywhere near enough to stand up to Stannis's sword. "I'm not out to attack anyone. I just wanna make it through the night with all my fingers and toes intact."
Glad to provide!
“For your own sake I hope that is true.” Once more he motions to the fire. “If you have information on this place I would like to know it.”
no subject
He approaches the fire after fixing his pockets, smoothing down his shirt, and even adjusting his tie. It almost looks like he's about to approach a business meeting, the way he straightens up and straightens out before taking a seat and holding his hands out for warmth.
"Unfortunately for both of us, it sounds like I know about as much as you do. I'm pretty sure what we're experiencing right now — " He pauses, bending down to untie his shoelaces. Here's hoping Stannis doesn't mind feet, because Jimmy's are soaked and in desperate need of heat. "Falls under the definition of kidnapping. You ever been kidnapped before?"
no subject
The answer is short, and there’s an underlying tone of contempt that it’s a question that even needs to be asked. The man doesn’t seem to know who he is so he hasn’t recognized the coat of arms, but Stannis is wearing clothes that would very obviously belong to a nobleman at least. He might have been held hostage, but never kidnapped.
He also looks pretty unimpressed by Jimmy fixing his clothes. He can recognize the air of someone trying to look their best and he respects it, but that thing he wears around his neck looks like a dead man’s noose.
“I do not even remember how I got here so I suspect magic has been involved.” A pause. “I also have a metallic little thing that keeps on making bird noises, would you know anything about that?”