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?
Kate was in the bathroom, where she'd found some musty old towels and a bar of soap. The water was freezing, but after two days of wandering around this dumpy wasteland, she wasn't going to be picky.
The door slammed as she was in the middle of bundling back into her multiple layers after cleaning up. She froze. Her own bow and quiver were laying on the kitchen table, probably right within Clint's view. So there she was, half naked with the chill starting to set in, wanting to just curl up by the fire she'd started in the fire place. This guy could have been a creep, or he might've been somebody just as out of place as she was feeling. He could even be somebody who might actually be competent and helpful. There was only one way to find out.
"I'm naked in here, so you're gonna have to hold on a sec," she called through the partially closed bathroom door.
He did indeed see the bow and quiver, giving it a curious look. There was something vaguely familiar about it but he didn't have much time to consider it when whoever else was here called out.
"...Well, at least your honest," he called back in a semi-amused tone, hesitating a moment before he lowered his bow a bit.
The archer glanced around again, focusing mainly on the kitchen before taking a few steps towards it.
"Look, I'm not here to be a creep. Just looking for someplace warm. Fair deal?"
Clint will find that, in addition to the naked girl in the bathroom, there was also one other occupant in the cabin. As he stepped toward the kitchen, a dog growled as it emerged from the darkened hall. Its suspicion was short lived, though, because as soon as it saw Clint, the one-eyed mutt relaxed. He trotted over to the archer with his tail wagging and dropped a dead rat at his feet. Look, Clint, Lucky got you a present.
"No point in being dishonest. I could probably kick your ass if you turn out to be a creeper, anyways," Kate remarked conversationally as she pulled on the rest of her clothing. "But yeah, have at it. And don't mind Lucky. He only bites liars and scumbags."
"Confident aren't you?" Clint drawled, eyeing the dog for a moment before he knelt down and held a hand out to Lucky. He's going to ignore the rat because while it was a lovely gift, Lucky, he'll pass.
"Hell of a guard dog then in the right situation." Once he was sure he could, he rubbed the dog's ears with a grin. "He likes me. Maybe I'll steal him to help me sniff out HYDRA."
Sure, the Avengers did a good job of it but never hurt to have more.
When Kate finally nudged the door open to peak out and get a look at the guy, most of her apprehension disappeared. Lucky was usually a way better judge of character than any Hawkeye, so the fact that the dog seemed to like Clint spoke volumes. Still, she wasn't about to let her guard down entirely in a place like this. Wherever "this" even was.
"Well, am I wrong?" She was actually not so sure about her claim when she saw him, because the dude looked like he could hold his own. And he had a bow. Huh. Hopefully it wouldn't come down to having to prove anything.
Wrapped up in a moth-eaten blanket she'd found earlier, Kate moved into the kitchen to take a seat at the table. "He pulls his own weight for sure. I don't think he's ever gone up against HYDRA, though." Another point in Clint's favor--apparently he was no friend to HYDRA. "Who are you?"
"Hard to say. I don't exactly know what you're capable of outside of apparently using a bow as well," Clint said with a shrug, glancing over at her now that she was making a real appearance. Out of habit his gaze swept over her, making mental notes about her, taking into consideration her build and what it meant for strength.
She definitely seemed like she could handle a bow. Maybe even as well as he could.
"There's a first time for anything," he mused, attention back on Lucky as he rubbed at the dog's ears again before patting his neck. She asked who he was and for a moment he kept his gaze on the dog, weighing his options as he tried to decide whether or not to be honest or use an alias.
His gaze shifted to Kate, studying her a moment longer before his lips quirked slightly.
"I think Lucky prefers mobsters, but he'd probably settle for HYDRA, too." Lucky was very happy with the attention, that was for sure. His tail thumped against the wooden floor as Clint scratched his ears.
Kate noted his hesitance in providing a name. That was slightly worrying, but not nearly as bad as the name he gave her. Should have gone with an alias, buddy.
So apparently she was dealing with a creep after all, or so she assumed. Seriously, trying to impersonate an Avenger? Are you that dumb? And Lucky, hey, what's wrong with your badguy detector? Just stay cool, Kate. You can handle this.
"Wow, nice to meet you, Mister Barton. My name's Kate Bishop. I'm an Avenger," she said, as if issuing a challenge.
Hey, it's not like he had any idea she was from some strange alternative dimension and was kind of his protege in said other life.
Clint couldn't help but frown as she said something about being an Avenger, staring at her like she had gone crazy or something as he rested a hand on the dog's head and left it there.
"You're..an Avenger?" he repeated, needing to hear it said again to make sense of it. "Look, Kate, I'm not sure if you're just some sort of seriously devoted fan or what, but I'm pretty sure I'd remember if you'd been recruited with the new batch."
Sorry, Clint. It could have been that there was more than one Clint Barton wandering around in the world, but to Kate, that would have been way too big of a coincidence.
"Yeah... mostly." Not that she was going to go back on her claim out loud. She was on the fringe of the Avengers, anyways, and some of those guys were getting old, let's be real. She rolled her eyes, and her gaze settled on her gear, sitting right beside her on the table. Her fingers were itching for her bow, but she wasn't going to make a move just then.
"How do I know you're not the delusional fanboy, here? I know Clint. He gave me that bow." (Kind of. Cap gave it to her first, technically, but she's trying to prove a point okay) "And you're no Hawkeye."
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Now that made his expression turn to one of surprise, staring at her as if she had grown a second head.
"I'm pretty sure I would remember giving someone my bow," he murmured, the surprise melting into another frown. "I'm the only Hawkeye there is, sweetheart. Operative of SHIELD and member of the Avengers. I can answer any question you throw my way."
He doubted that she could do the same because there was no way in hell they would have allowed a kid to be involved in anything that they did.
"Obviously you don't, and you aren't Clint, because he'd say 'You stole it from me, Katie, but I was too busy running around in ninja jammies at the time, so I let you keep it.' " Complete with airquotes and her best Clint impersonation, which was terrible by the way.
This was frustrating to her, and frankly kind of offensive. If this guy was going to try and impersonate somebody, he should have at least been trying to get his facts straight. "The real Clint would never claim to be the only Hawkeye. We're a team. We're both Hawkeye."
"But okay, if you're so smart, 'Mister Barton,' " (More airquotes) "Then tell me. How long have you been an Avenger?"
"...I have no idea what you mean by ninja jammies and I'm not sure I want to know," he said honestly, not entirely sure what to make of this girl. What the hell kind of imagination did a person have to have in order to come up with this sort of thing?
That, or she was a very clear HYDRA operative.
"I am the only Hawkeye. I've never met anyone else with that codename, hate to break it to you." Clint was getting a bit defensive now, trying to keep his temper in check. "I've been an Avenger since the Chitauri and Loki tried to take over the Earth. We didn't have much of a choice at the time. Before that, I was working with SHIELD alongside Agent Romanoff and Agent Coulson."
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The door slammed as she was in the middle of bundling back into her multiple layers after cleaning up. She froze. Her own bow and quiver were laying on the kitchen table, probably right within Clint's view. So there she was, half naked with the chill starting to set in, wanting to just curl up by the fire she'd started in the fire place. This guy could have been a creep, or he might've been somebody just as out of place as she was feeling. He could even be somebody who might actually be competent and helpful. There was only one way to find out.
"I'm naked in here, so you're gonna have to hold on a sec," she called through the partially closed bathroom door.
KATE
"...Well, at least your honest," he called back in a semi-amused tone, hesitating a moment before he lowered his bow a bit.
The archer glanced around again, focusing mainly on the kitchen before taking a few steps towards it.
"Look, I'm not here to be a creep. Just looking for someplace warm. Fair deal?"
CLINT
"No point in being dishonest. I could probably kick your ass if you turn out to be a creeper, anyways," Kate remarked conversationally as she pulled on the rest of her clothing. "But yeah, have at it. And don't mind Lucky. He only bites liars and scumbags."
AND LUCKY YESGOOD
"Hell of a guard dog then in the right situation." Once he was sure he could, he rubbed the dog's ears with a grin. "He likes me. Maybe I'll steal him to help me sniff out HYDRA."
Sure, the Avengers did a good job of it but never hurt to have more.
THE GANG'S ALL HERE
"Well, am I wrong?" She was actually not so sure about her claim when she saw him, because the dude looked like he could hold his own. And he had a bow. Huh. Hopefully it wouldn't come down to having to prove anything.
Wrapped up in a moth-eaten blanket she'd found earlier, Kate moved into the kitchen to take a seat at the table. "He pulls his own weight for sure. I don't think he's ever gone up against HYDRA, though." Another point in Clint's favor--apparently he was no friend to HYDRA. "Who are you?"
Too bad there's no pizza or coffee ;-;
She definitely seemed like she could handle a bow. Maybe even as well as he could.
"There's a first time for anything," he mused, attention back on Lucky as he rubbed at the dog's ears again before patting his neck. She asked who he was and for a moment he kept his gaze on the dog, weighing his options as he tried to decide whether or not to be honest or use an alias.
His gaze shifted to Kate, studying her a moment longer before his lips quirked slightly.
"Clint Barton. You?"
forget being cold, that there is tragic.
Kate noted his hesitance in providing a name. That was slightly worrying, but not nearly as bad as the name he gave her. Should have gone with an alias, buddy.
So apparently she was dealing with a creep after all, or so she assumed. Seriously, trying to impersonate an Avenger? Are you that dumb? And Lucky, hey, what's wrong with your badguy detector? Just stay cool, Kate. You can handle this.
"Wow, nice to meet you, Mister Barton. My name's Kate Bishop. I'm an Avenger," she said, as if issuing a challenge.
Right?
Clint couldn't help but frown as she said something about being an Avenger, staring at her like she had gone crazy or something as he rested a hand on the dog's head and left it there.
"You're..an Avenger?" he repeated, needing to hear it said again to make sense of it. "Look, Kate, I'm not sure if you're just some sort of seriously devoted fan or what, but I'm pretty sure I'd remember if you'd been recruited with the new batch."
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"Yeah... mostly." Not that she was going to go back on her claim out loud. She was on the fringe of the Avengers, anyways, and some of those guys were getting old, let's be real. She rolled her eyes, and her gaze settled on her gear, sitting right beside her on the table. Her fingers were itching for her bow, but she wasn't going to make a move just then.
"How do I know you're not the delusional fanboy, here? I know Clint. He gave me that bow." (Kind of. Cap gave it to her first, technically, but she's trying to prove a point okay) "And you're no Hawkeye."
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"I'm pretty sure I would remember giving someone my bow," he murmured, the surprise melting into another frown. "I'm the only Hawkeye there is, sweetheart. Operative of SHIELD and member of the Avengers. I can answer any question you throw my way."
He doubted that she could do the same because there was no way in hell they would have allowed a kid to be involved in anything that they did.
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This was frustrating to her, and frankly kind of offensive. If this guy was going to try and impersonate somebody, he should have at least been trying to get his facts straight. "The real Clint would never claim to be the only Hawkeye. We're a team. We're both Hawkeye."
"But okay, if you're so smart, 'Mister Barton,' " (More airquotes) "Then tell me. How long have you been an Avenger?"
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That, or she was a very clear HYDRA operative.
"I am the only Hawkeye. I've never met anyone else with that codename, hate to break it to you." Clint was getting a bit defensive now, trying to keep his temper in check. "I've been an Avenger since the Chitauri and Loki tried to take over the Earth. We didn't have much of a choice at the time. Before that, I was working with SHIELD alongside Agent Romanoff and Agent Coulson."