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?
[ the greeting has a thin smile winding it's way across Erwin's face; grim as it is, the humour is a warming thing, and Erwin will always take such things where he can get them. seizing what they can, a step and then a leap at a time - that's always been the way for them, for the Survey Corps, which has survived too damn much to be broken apart by a change in location and a new terrain.
still, the expression does not last. he's beginning to suspect that the only way for a smile to linger in this place is for it to freeze on someone's mouth. a cruel thought, definitely, and chilling, but Erwin's never shied away from those and it's hard to feel colder here. as the door swings shut he glances backwards - despite his best efforts to clear the snow from the entrance, he knows that tomorrow they may find the door stuck even when the locks switch. Erwin taps his boots on the floor until the snow starts coming off in chunks, lowering his hood before he tears off his thick outer gloves.
tucking them into his coat, his eyes come to rest on Levi. there's no shock in seeing the tension written into him, the ruthlessly taut lines of his shoulders, his arms.
when Erwin had first learned about the morgue, the cycling of life and death, he'd thought useful, had thought in terms of pros and cons. he still does.
the alternative, he thinks, eying the shrapnel of wood around Levi's feet, is kinder. ]
Here. [ it's all he has to show for his last ditch attempt to gather supplies before the night comes and all the doors lock, but Erwin passes him a small lighter of brushed steel, the metal holding a rare warmth from where it's been tucked into his jacket. ] It still works, at least for now.
[ Mouth thinning, Levi unhappily regards the pile of snow left behind at the entrance. It can’t be helped, he knows—short of the unrealistic expectation that visitors remove their boots before coming inside. Cleanup is impossible; materials are currently stretched too thin. Wasting a rag, regardless of how tattered it may be, on filthy floorboards would be beyond foolish. Just another detail of their circumstances that grates. ]
Thanks. [ Gruff, but the edge has been whittled down. This is Erwin, after all. ] I’ll get us a fire going a little after eight. We might not have enough wood to last the night.
[ The tendons in his arm tense, like he’s about to continue hacking away at the furniture, but then the tension slowly eases from his limbs. He’s still holding the lighter, palm soaking up the fast-fading body heat lingering there. ]
[ Erwin is daring, bold, but not presumptuous. he doesn't push when it isn't necessary. so instead of closing distance entirely, he crouches a few feet from Levi's makeshift workspace, even if it seems like he's done for the moment. glancing across the accumulated wood, Erwin gives a cursory nod. ]
Then, let's conserve what we do have. [ not that it needs to be said, but small, short fires will serve them better than something bigger. and at least with the lighter they don't need to worry half as much about kindling.
despite the fact that he's only just stopped, despite the exhaustion gnawing into his marrow, Erwin feels restless. that's hardly new, however, and he ignores it as he's often had to, redirects it. tomorrow, they'll leave this place for the next. tonight, however - ]
Doors will lock soon, [ he says, and then reflects that Levi will not need the reminder. in lieu of apology, he forges on ahead. ] What have you finished?
[ The reminder of the encroaching lockdown has his gaze sliding askance to the row of windows lining the adjacent wall. He does not wonder who will be left out to die; Levi knows better than to torture himself with misplaced guilt. Returning his attention to his commander, he reaches behind him and offers another makeshift weapon out to the man, “hilt” first. It’s a club, really, made by taking a metal gear out of a washing machine and fastening it to piece of scrap. The gear cogs have been whetted, though they’re still fairly blunt. It’s an inelegant, clumsy thing—but better than being unarmed. ]
There’s more furniture upstairs. I didn’t want to take it all apart unnecessarily, so I left it alone for now.
[ The dining room set, however, has not been so lucky. Stacked neatly by the fireplace is a collection of the wood, with the cushioned seats having been pried off and set aside. The latter will make for decent bedding, at least. ]
You haven't eaten, have you.
[ It isn't even a question. Erwin's habits are too familiar. ]
[ eyebrow cocking in curiosity, he takes the handmade weapon and lowers his gaze to it. a few moments are spent meticulously inspecting Levi's handiwork, turning it over in his hand as he speaks. it's rough, even primitive, but he's glad of the resourcefulness and he'd rather be with than without. retraining in combat has been a luxury they've seldom been able to afford, and Erwin's hand to hand always relied more on upper body power.
he nods as he sets it aside with his tablet and gloves. the reasoning is solid and they have enough to be getting on with - for tonight, at least, their position is fairly comfortable. Erwin wonders if that does anything to allay the banked fury twisting in Levi's body, but he doesn't ask, not out of any particular fear of being invasive - this is Levi, after all - so much as the suspicion that he would not be able to understand it, not wholly.
his fingers flex in the cropped pair of gloves he wears almost constantly, and then he looks back to meet Levi's eyes. ]
Not since dawn. [ were survivalism not carved into him, he might have forgotten entirely. as it is, he's just been busy, and he's managed, and that's been enough. ] Was there anything here?
[ Levi’s suspicions are confirmed. The incriminatory look he levels Erwin with would have flayed the flesh off a lesser individual. Typical. Leave it to the commander of the Survey Corps to neglect his own basic needs. Often, Levi wonders if—like the majority of mankind—Erwin too has forgotten that he’s actually a human being. Monster, they call him. But powerful though it may be, the vision driving the commander ever onward can’t sustain his mortal body. ]
Yeah, [ he replies after a moment, rearranging sinewy limbs to stand up. ] Might want to wait for it to thaw once the fire is going, though.
[ Stepping around Erwin, he retrieves some of the food supplies that he had hidden earlier. When he returns, it’s with a can of frozen corned beef hash and a plain, empty mug. He settles down again. ]
Found this too.
[ And here he holds up the true prize: a still-wrapped tea bag. ]
[ it's a look he's seen one too many times to be cowed by, had he ever been the sort of man that could be cowed. if anything, it evokes a sort of fondness in him, a familiarity that he's grateful for. those basic needs aside, sentiment has always served to remind Erwin of how irrevocably human he is. a minute, wry smile winds its way across his mouth for all of a second before it's gone again, his gaze drawn to the can in Levi's hands. curious, he goes to take it for a closer look, only to draw up short as Levi shows him something else.
his eyebrows raise, and then he huffs, as near to a laugh as he's like to let out these days. sitting back, he unwinds his scarf to scrub his fingers at the stubble peppering his jaw. once again, his lips curve; this time, the shift in expression lingers. Erwin has never known Levi's hunger, can only guess at just how restricted the people in the underground are, but he still understands rationing, and care, and little, precious things. ]
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still, the expression does not last. he's beginning to suspect that the only way for a smile to linger in this place is for it to freeze on someone's mouth. a cruel thought, definitely, and chilling, but Erwin's never shied away from those and it's hard to feel colder here. as the door swings shut he glances backwards - despite his best efforts to clear the snow from the entrance, he knows that tomorrow they may find the door stuck even when the locks switch. Erwin taps his boots on the floor until the snow starts coming off in chunks, lowering his hood before he tears off his thick outer gloves.
tucking them into his coat, his eyes come to rest on Levi. there's no shock in seeing the tension written into him, the ruthlessly taut lines of his shoulders, his arms.
when Erwin had first learned about the morgue, the cycling of life and death, he'd thought useful, had thought in terms of pros and cons. he still does.
the alternative, he thinks, eying the shrapnel of wood around Levi's feet, is kinder. ]
Here. [ it's all he has to show for his last ditch attempt to gather supplies before the night comes and all the doors lock, but Erwin passes him a small lighter of brushed steel, the metal holding a rare warmth from where it's been tucked into his jacket. ] It still works, at least for now.
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Thanks. [ Gruff, but the edge has been whittled down. This is Erwin, after all. ] I’ll get us a fire going a little after eight. We might not have enough wood to last the night.
[ The tendons in his arm tense, like he’s about to continue hacking away at the furniture, but then the tension slowly eases from his limbs. He’s still holding the lighter, palm soaking up the fast-fading body heat lingering there. ]
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Then, let's conserve what we do have. [ not that it needs to be said, but small, short fires will serve them better than something bigger. and at least with the lighter they don't need to worry half as much about kindling.
despite the fact that he's only just stopped, despite the exhaustion gnawing into his marrow, Erwin feels restless. that's hardly new, however, and he ignores it as he's often had to, redirects it. tomorrow, they'll leave this place for the next. tonight, however - ]
Doors will lock soon, [ he says, and then reflects that Levi will not need the reminder. in lieu of apology, he forges on ahead. ] What have you finished?
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There’s more furniture upstairs. I didn’t want to take it all apart unnecessarily, so I left it alone for now.
[ The dining room set, however, has not been so lucky. Stacked neatly by the fireplace is a collection of the wood, with the cushioned seats having been pried off and set aside. The latter will make for decent bedding, at least. ]
You haven't eaten, have you.
[ It isn't even a question. Erwin's habits are too familiar. ]
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he nods as he sets it aside with his tablet and gloves. the reasoning is solid and they have enough to be getting on with - for tonight, at least, their position is fairly comfortable. Erwin wonders if that does anything to allay the banked fury twisting in Levi's body, but he doesn't ask, not out of any particular fear of being invasive - this is Levi, after all - so much as the suspicion that he would not be able to understand it, not wholly.
his fingers flex in the cropped pair of gloves he wears almost constantly, and then he looks back to meet Levi's eyes. ]
Not since dawn. [ were survivalism not carved into him, he might have forgotten entirely. as it is, he's just been busy, and he's managed, and that's been enough. ] Was there anything here?
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Yeah, [ he replies after a moment, rearranging sinewy limbs to stand up. ] Might want to wait for it to thaw once the fire is going, though.
[ Stepping around Erwin, he retrieves some of the food supplies that he had hidden earlier. When he returns, it’s with a can of frozen corned beef hash and a plain, empty mug. He settles down again. ]
Found this too.
[ And here he holds up the true prize: a still-wrapped tea bag. ]
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his eyebrows raise, and then he huffs, as near to a laugh as he's like to let out these days. sitting back, he unwinds his scarf to scrub his fingers at the stubble peppering his jaw. once again, his lips curve; this time, the shift in expression lingers. Erwin has never known Levi's hunger, can only guess at just how restricted the people in the underground are, but he still understands rationing, and care, and little, precious things. ]
Then, I suppose we're well prepared.