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?
Is that the catch? When you die, you come back, but it needs something to be taken as a toll? She hopes it isn't permanent, because in that case, she's going to need to learn how to navigate the world quickly without any kind of eyesight.
"I suspect we may find more answers by fiddling with that thing and looking at any records it may keep of your activity. Before we look at that, however, I think we should find shelter. There should be buildings nearby." Not that she actually knows if there are or not because she can't see them and she's wary of trying to trudge through snow without having any idea of where she's going.
Helena clenched her jaw, biting back some profanity. She wasn't the type to curse typically, but this was one of the situations that did make her want to. And really, she did have good reason to curse if she wanted. But as it was, they had more pressing matters to tend to currently. Helena put the tablet back in her bag, closed it and slung it over her shoulder again. Like the other woman, Helena was hoping this was temporary because she didn't want to have to re-learn this place. Knowing herself, Helena probably had done an excellent job of investigating the place and made notes about it as she'd gone.
Some days she did pride herself on still keeping a diary.
"Yes, I do see a building not that far off," she responded as she looked around. "We can certainly head that way, then see then I shall consult the tablet." She then looked back at the woman. "You may take my arm or set your hand on my shoulder if you wish." Helena did take a step closer to her, though she didn't enter her personal space yet. Not until she was invited to do so. "My name is Helena Wells." She felt it only proper to introduce herself, especially if she was going to guide the other woman to shelter.
"Your arm would be lovely, thank you." Peggy felt a rush of relief. As silly and prideful as it was, she would have been ready to try her luck at just trudging through the snow alone if it meant that she wouldn't have to ask for help. Being offered it removed the need.
"Peggy Carter. It's a pleasure, Ms. Wells."
Under usual circumstances, Peggy was loath to accept help from anyone. She was proud and fiercely independent. Yet considering their situation, she had to just accept a little humility and admit that she needed someone, at least until the blindness wore off or she learned how to deal with it on her own. It was made easier by the fact that she was accepting help from a woman instead of a man--with a woman, she didn't feel the need to put on nearly so many airs, because women don't need to fight tooth and nail for other women to respect them.
(And, to be frank, she doesn't expect a woman to take advantage of her the way a man might try. She's encountered women who manipulate and kill before, but she can't afford to be suspicious right now when she may die of exposure all over again without someone's help. Luckily, taking the woman's arm would allow Peggy to take control of one of Helena's limbs if she turned out to be a hostile.)
She held out her arm for Helena to take, still not quite trusting herself to try to take the woman's arm on her own. Considering how well she had been navigating thus far, she would have accidentally grabbed something inappropriate instead. "I have some things in my bag that we could review. I'm afraid that it's ink and paper for the most part, but you should be able to read it just fine." That was another obstacle she'd have to deal with if the blindness was permanent. She would have to learn how to write in braille and depend on others to read regular type out loud to her.
"You are most welcome," Helena responded. Pride was something she well understood considering she was also the type that loathed asking for help. She was also immensely stubborn about it as well, which she came by naturally in her personality.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Carter." And even over a century on, those Victorian manners of hers were still strong. Even for as much as she was born a century ahead of her time, Helena still was so very Victorian in many ways.
Helena had a very large empathic streak in her. She cared about others more than was for her own good at times, which was why she offered the assistance to Peggy. While she would certainly have respected Peggy trying to find her own way through the snow towards shelter, Helena had wanted to make the offer in an attempt to lessen the difficulty of walking through the snow. Peggy was in good company, for Helena had the utmost respect for women nor did she tend to question them unless there was good reason to do so.
(Technically, Helena had a history of murder and manipulation, but she'd repented and reformed in the few years that had passed since then. That person was still apart of her, of course, and at times she had the urge to kill, but that largely only came when threats to her life or the lives of those she cared about happened. As it was, Peggy was more than safe from Helena's wrath.)
With the arm offered, Helena stepped closer and linked her arm with Peggy's. "I am almost relieved to hear you have things in ink and paper. Progress is at times overrated, even if technology comes in handy now and again," Helena said, adding in a bit of humor. It at least gave her something to focus on other than the irritation of not having a memory of this place. It was then that she began to head for the building she'd spotted, ensuring to not move too fast. Though that was more for the fact she didn't know if there was ice under the snow or even icy patches along the way than it was for anything else. "Also, let us hope there is a lack of ice patches along the way, otherwise both of us will be unhappy."
Peggy was born twenty years after the end of the Victorian Era, but she still had good English manners intact. She tightened the link between their arms, resting one hand politely on Helena's arm, and forced herself to put her faith in a stranger.
"Don't get me started. All these people starting to rely on machines when they're so easy to manipulate." It felt nice to have a little lighthearted grousing, as if they're having a coffee and a nice chat instead of making their way through a frozen wasteland. Of course, she was thinking of an entirely different era of machinery than Helena was, but she didn't know that. "At least paper and pens haven't changed."
Peggy picked her steps carefully, but she kept up with Helena's pace. "There is some ice, but it tends to be more in areas where people used to walk or drive the most often. Do you see if we're walking on a street or sidewalk?"
Sometimes Helena thought more people could use a good dose of good English manners, but that was probably largely due to having been living in 21st Century America the past few years. American manners, more often than not, were more than lacking in her experience. She kept a slow but steady pace, ensuring to not move too fast.
"Indeed. While I thoroughly enjoy technology and have always been a forward thinker, there are times when I do miss the horse-and-buggy days." And that would certainly pinpoint her initial point of origin to at least pre-age of cars. There had been some around of course, Helena had more than enjoyed learning about them. But the 21st Century seemed to have taken an extreme dependence on machines that was unhealthy for both people and the planet itself. "That is a comfort I quite enjoy." Some things had not changed much, and it was those things that had given Helena something to cling to while she learned how to navigate her way through the modern world.
Helena studied the tracks in the snow as well as the change in the snow level across the ground, then glanced towards the building they were heading towards as well as glancing back at the way they had come. She was making calculations in her head, coming up with estimates on the road width and so forth. "I would say a sidewalk, based upon the change in snow level. It's a bit higher where we are walking." And judging from the uniform dip in the snow to the side of them heading towards their destination, it did appear that they were on the sidewalk.
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Is that the catch? When you die, you come back, but it needs something to be taken as a toll? She hopes it isn't permanent, because in that case, she's going to need to learn how to navigate the world quickly without any kind of eyesight.
"I suspect we may find more answers by fiddling with that thing and looking at any records it may keep of your activity. Before we look at that, however, I think we should find shelter. There should be buildings nearby." Not that she actually knows if there are or not because she can't see them and she's wary of trying to trudge through snow without having any idea of where she's going.
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Some days she did pride herself on still keeping a diary.
"Yes, I do see a building not that far off," she responded as she looked around. "We can certainly head that way, then see then I shall consult the tablet." She then looked back at the woman. "You may take my arm or set your hand on my shoulder if you wish." Helena did take a step closer to her, though she didn't enter her personal space yet. Not until she was invited to do so. "My name is Helena Wells." She felt it only proper to introduce herself, especially if she was going to guide the other woman to shelter.
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"Peggy Carter. It's a pleasure, Ms. Wells."
Under usual circumstances, Peggy was loath to accept help from anyone. She was proud and fiercely independent. Yet considering their situation, she had to just accept a little humility and admit that she needed someone, at least until the blindness wore off or she learned how to deal with it on her own. It was made easier by the fact that she was accepting help from a woman instead of a man--with a woman, she didn't feel the need to put on nearly so many airs, because women don't need to fight tooth and nail for other women to respect them.
(And, to be frank, she doesn't expect a woman to take advantage of her the way a man might try. She's encountered women who manipulate and kill before, but she can't afford to be suspicious right now when she may die of exposure all over again without someone's help. Luckily, taking the woman's arm would allow Peggy to take control of one of Helena's limbs if she turned out to be a hostile.)
She held out her arm for Helena to take, still not quite trusting herself to try to take the woman's arm on her own. Considering how well she had been navigating thus far, she would have accidentally grabbed something inappropriate instead. "I have some things in my bag that we could review. I'm afraid that it's ink and paper for the most part, but you should be able to read it just fine." That was another obstacle she'd have to deal with if the blindness was permanent. She would have to learn how to write in braille and depend on others to read regular type out loud to her.
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"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Carter." And even over a century on, those Victorian manners of hers were still strong. Even for as much as she was born a century ahead of her time, Helena still was so very Victorian in many ways.
Helena had a very large empathic streak in her. She cared about others more than was for her own good at times, which was why she offered the assistance to Peggy. While she would certainly have respected Peggy trying to find her own way through the snow towards shelter, Helena had wanted to make the offer in an attempt to lessen the difficulty of walking through the snow. Peggy was in good company, for Helena had the utmost respect for women nor did she tend to question them unless there was good reason to do so.
(Technically, Helena had a history of murder and manipulation, but she'd repented and reformed in the few years that had passed since then. That person was still apart of her, of course, and at times she had the urge to kill, but that largely only came when threats to her life or the lives of those she cared about happened. As it was, Peggy was more than safe from Helena's wrath.)
With the arm offered, Helena stepped closer and linked her arm with Peggy's. "I am almost relieved to hear you have things in ink and paper. Progress is at times overrated, even if technology comes in handy now and again," Helena said, adding in a bit of humor. It at least gave her something to focus on other than the irritation of not having a memory of this place. It was then that she began to head for the building she'd spotted, ensuring to not move too fast. Though that was more for the fact she didn't know if there was ice under the snow or even icy patches along the way than it was for anything else. "Also, let us hope there is a lack of ice patches along the way, otherwise both of us will be unhappy."
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"Don't get me started. All these people starting to rely on machines when they're so easy to manipulate." It felt nice to have a little lighthearted grousing, as if they're having a coffee and a nice chat instead of making their way through a frozen wasteland. Of course, she was thinking of an entirely different era of machinery than Helena was, but she didn't know that. "At least paper and pens haven't changed."
Peggy picked her steps carefully, but she kept up with Helena's pace. "There is some ice, but it tends to be more in areas where people used to walk or drive the most often. Do you see if we're walking on a street or sidewalk?"
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"Indeed. While I thoroughly enjoy technology and have always been a forward thinker, there are times when I do miss the horse-and-buggy days." And that would certainly pinpoint her initial point of origin to at least pre-age of cars. There had been some around of course, Helena had more than enjoyed learning about them. But the 21st Century seemed to have taken an extreme dependence on machines that was unhealthy for both people and the planet itself. "That is a comfort I quite enjoy." Some things had not changed much, and it was those things that had given Helena something to cling to while she learned how to navigate her way through the modern world.
Helena studied the tracks in the snow as well as the change in the snow level across the ground, then glanced towards the building they were heading towards as well as glancing back at the way they had come. She was making calculations in her head, coming up with estimates on the road width and so forth. "I would say a sidewalk, based upon the change in snow level. It's a bit higher where we are walking." And judging from the uniform dip in the snow to the side of them heading towards their destination, it did appear that they were on the sidewalk.