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?
[And by the looks of things, she's flat out ignoring him. Unintentionally, of course! But without anything changing in her field of vision, and her own preoccupation with trying not to have a full blown panic attack, the idea to look around doesn't strike her.
She brings a hand to her ear, snapping her fingers repeatedly. Still nothing.]
Curse it all...
[It's very unladylike for a princess to use such language in front of others, but then she has no reason to think she's not alone at the moment.]
[Greed hesitates. No matter what he does, he's probably going to startle her, but they need to get out of this place. He does the first thing that comes to mind; waving in front of her face to get her attention. It's not dramatic, but it's meant to get her attention.
His expression is already faintly apologetic in the event he startles her.]
[Sure enough, she jumps a bit, taking a step back as she turns to face Greed. Instinct has her start sizing him up - he's taller, broader, unlikely to be overpowered, run away - but his expression makes her pause. He doesn't seem hostile.]
... Who are you?
[Her voice sounds a bit off when she speaks; it's difficult to control volume or tone without being able to hear herself. Not that verbal communication is going to be every helpful on either side until this wears off...]
[It's probably a little fortunate that Greed's name is as simple as it is. He doesn't smirk or anything, doesn't even do what he would normally do in a situation like this. He answers her question, making sure he enunciates clearly enough so that she can read his lips.
He's fairly certain she can't hear him.]
Greed.
[It's a little hard to look smug in a situation when it's so serious.]
[Stating the obvious, but the situation is disorienting enough for it to hopefully be forgiven. This man - Greed? an odd name, perhaps her lip reading skills have something left to be desired - has not also had his hearing taken from him like she has. Is there a reason for it? Her mind spins with possibility--
Oh, right.]
My name is Zelda.
[Her breathing has calmed a bit, at least. Trying to communicate forces her to focus.]
[He nods carefully, trying to figure out what's going on. He still doesn't have a clue where he is, but those warning beeps are probably telling them to get out of this place. Greed isn't sure he wants to stay, anyway. This is a morgue. Sticking around is pretty unsettling.
He tries to calm himself, tries to put on a charming smile and move with the confidence he usually does. He keeps eye contact for a long, deliberate moment before he looks around again. Noticing the door, he turns back to Zelda, tipping his head towards the door.
Hopefully he can communicate they need to leave without having to rely on her reading lips.]
[That, she can understand. Zelda nods, taking a moment to search for and grab her pack before quickly returning to Greed's side. A stranger he might be, but he's not hostile, and considering how she was killed by an unexpected attack, she finds herself very reluctant to strike out on her own while missing one of her major senses.
She digs around in her bag a bit, pulling out the tablet - briefly boggling at the warning - and then navigating to the drawing program.]
Where were you, before?
[She tilts the tablet to him, a crude map (or at least part of one) with a few houses, roads, tree-like symbols on display.]
Does any of this look familiar?
[Can't fault her for at least trying to make sense of this place, at least.]
[Greed peers at the map, frowning. He doesn't recognize it at all, but he's also clearly dressed for the weather. At least, he's wearing a winter coat. It's not something to keep warm long term, but it's better than the tiny half-jacket he'd been wearing to start with.
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She brings a hand to her ear, snapping her fingers repeatedly. Still nothing.]
Curse it all...
[It's very unladylike for a princess to use such language in front of others, but then she has no reason to think she's not alone at the moment.]
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His expression is already faintly apologetic in the event he startles her.]
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... Who are you?
[Her voice sounds a bit off when she speaks; it's difficult to control volume or tone without being able to hear herself. Not that verbal communication is going to be every helpful on either side until this wears off...]
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He's fairly certain she can't hear him.]
Greed.
[It's a little hard to look smug in a situation when it's so serious.]
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[Stating the obvious, but the situation is disorienting enough for it to hopefully be forgiven. This man - Greed? an odd name, perhaps her lip reading skills have something left to be desired - has not also had his hearing taken from him like she has. Is there a reason for it? Her mind spins with possibility--
Oh, right.]
My name is Zelda.
[Her breathing has calmed a bit, at least. Trying to communicate forces her to focus.]
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[He nods carefully, trying to figure out what's going on. He still doesn't have a clue where he is, but those warning beeps are probably telling them to get out of this place. Greed isn't sure he wants to stay, anyway. This is a morgue. Sticking around is pretty unsettling.
He tries to calm himself, tries to put on a charming smile and move with the confidence he usually does. He keeps eye contact for a long, deliberate moment before he looks around again. Noticing the door, he turns back to Zelda, tipping his head towards the door.
Hopefully he can communicate they need to leave without having to rely on her reading lips.]
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She digs around in her bag a bit, pulling out the tablet - briefly boggling at the warning - and then navigating to the drawing program.]
Where were you, before?
[She tilts the tablet to him, a crude map (or at least part of one) with a few houses, roads, tree-like symbols on display.]
Does any of this look familiar?
[Can't fault her for at least trying to make sense of this place, at least.]
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He shakes his head, ]staring at the map.
No idea.