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?
[She protests to the idea that she doesn't know how to survive in extreme conditions like these (though, admittedly, Zora's Domain never got this snowy), but it's half-hearted. She wasn't looking forward to giving up her food, anyway. Eying the fire poker warily, she speaks up again after a brief moment of quiet.]
Is there anything else I could do? I would hate to leave a debt unpaid.
[Mostly because she gets the feeling having debts in this place could be just as dangerous as the chill outside.]
So long as you don't see fit to attack me in my sleep, I'll consider it a fair trade. I think it's common decency not to let someone freeze to death if one has the means to prevent it.
[And it's common decency not to murder people while they're sleeping! So it's fair.
He sets the poker down once he's done stoking the fire and looks over at her, his gaze discerning. Eventually, he offers:] You could tell me your name.
[So it's easier to find her if she does double-cross him, obviously. Though it comes more from a place of general curiosity than anything else.]
I only fight if I must defend myself. It seems to me like a poor course of action to gain an aggressive reputation when we must so often rely on the mercy of near-strangers to survive.
[Such a diplomatic way to say 'same to you, dude'. Though it's easier to relax again once the poker is back on the floor.]
I am Zelda. [She responds, but a pause follows, heavy with consideration. Everyone woke up here with little more than the clothes on their backs; her title hardly gives her much of an advantage others might be envious of.] Princess of Hyrule. For all that it might matter in this place.
[Her eyes fall to her slippers, thawing out by the fire. All she has fought for to regain... will she have to throw it all away again in the name of survival?]
[Though England doesn't exactly have a reputation for being non-aggressive, he's calmed down quite a bit since the nineteenth century. He doesn't have weight to throw around any more, so it's most beneficial to bide his time and strike only when necessary, at least politically speaking. And this all might as well be considered the political landscape of this place, in the absence of anything on a larger scale.
He snaps to attention when she adds her title, eyes widening a margin in surprise as he regards her. That certainly explains her attire. He's never heard of Hyrule, but that's no reason to believe it doesn't exist, especially given the strange nature of this place.]
Beg pardon. I wasn't aware I was in the company of royalty. [He clears his throat, inclining his head slightly towards her. He can't really bow while sitting.] Arthur Kirkland. I'm a...representative, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
[The effort at etiquette earns a wan smile as she glances back to him.]
These conditions are not exactly favorable for pomp and regalia.
[She can't even say she would have gotten this far had a coat not been provided by whatever force brought them here. Arms wrapped about her knees, she curls up a bit more, bottling up the sting she feels in favor of learning more about her housemate for the evening.]
How is it you represent your kingdom? Should I address you as 'Sir Kirkland'?
Nonetheless, poor conditions are no excuse for disrespect. [England feels very strongly about this, but that's probably not surprising for a guy who's still a monarchy in this day and age.
For a moment, he considers whether or not he wants to explain his situation. The debate doesn't last long. His energy is going towards survival, not maintaining some elaborate charade.] I represent the United Kingdom diplomatically, but I represent the constituent country of England in a much more literal sense.
You may address me however you feel it appropriate to address a nation.
[What a clear explanation. This won't cause any confusion at all. But he figures he should start small before he launches into the intricacies of nations existing.]
[She quirks an eyebrow, not quite sure what to think of that line coming from someone who had taken nearly every moment before to assert that he expects her to attack him. But these thoughts go unsaid; she would rather not get into an argument when it's unlikely she'll find another adequate shelter before the doors lock, and the part that follows is...
... it's something, certainly.]
I... Forgive me, I am not certain I understand. A... literal sense?
[Well, she might turn out to be a giant hypocrite too, if she's been so wary of some kind of guardian deity.]
It's a bit difficult to put into words. [Nothing England has come up with has been able to capture exactly what he is and what it's like to be a nation, but thankfully, he's had enough time to come up with something halfway decent for it.]
I'm a sort of manifestation of the country. The people, the land, the government— I couldn't exist without them. They're all parts of me.
Arthur Kirkland is simply a name I picked. My true name is England. [He gives a wry little grimace.] You can imagine the difficulties it causes with paperwork at times.
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[She protests to the idea that she doesn't know how to survive in extreme conditions like these (though, admittedly, Zora's Domain never got this snowy), but it's half-hearted. She wasn't looking forward to giving up her food, anyway. Eying the fire poker warily, she speaks up again after a brief moment of quiet.]
Is there anything else I could do? I would hate to leave a debt unpaid.
[Mostly because she gets the feeling having debts in this place could be just as dangerous as the chill outside.]
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[And it's common decency not to murder people while they're sleeping! So it's fair.
He sets the poker down once he's done stoking the fire and looks over at her, his gaze discerning. Eventually, he offers:] You could tell me your name.
[So it's easier to find her if she does double-cross him, obviously. Though it comes more from a place of general curiosity than anything else.]
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[Such a diplomatic way to say 'same to you, dude'. Though it's easier to relax again once the poker is back on the floor.]
I am Zelda. [She responds, but a pause follows, heavy with consideration. Everyone woke up here with little more than the clothes on their backs; her title hardly gives her much of an advantage others might be envious of.] Princess of Hyrule. For all that it might matter in this place.
[Her eyes fall to her slippers, thawing out by the fire. All she has fought for to regain... will she have to throw it all away again in the name of survival?]
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He snaps to attention when she adds her title, eyes widening a margin in surprise as he regards her. That certainly explains her attire. He's never heard of Hyrule, but that's no reason to believe it doesn't exist, especially given the strange nature of this place.]
Beg pardon. I wasn't aware I was in the company of royalty. [He clears his throat, inclining his head slightly towards her. He can't really bow while sitting.] Arthur Kirkland. I'm a...representative, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
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These conditions are not exactly favorable for pomp and regalia.
[She can't even say she would have gotten this far had a coat not been provided by whatever force brought them here. Arms wrapped about her knees, she curls up a bit more, bottling up the sting she feels in favor of learning more about her housemate for the evening.]
How is it you represent your kingdom? Should I address you as 'Sir Kirkland'?
no subject
For a moment, he considers whether or not he wants to explain his situation. The debate doesn't last long. His energy is going towards survival, not maintaining some elaborate charade.] I represent the United Kingdom diplomatically, but I represent the constituent country of England in a much more literal sense.
You may address me however you feel it appropriate to address a nation.
[What a clear explanation. This won't cause any confusion at all. But he figures he should start small before he launches into the intricacies of nations existing.]
no subject
... it's something, certainly.]
I... Forgive me, I am not certain I understand. A... literal sense?
[Well, she might turn out to be a giant hypocrite too, if she's been so wary of some kind of guardian deity.]
no subject
I'm a sort of manifestation of the country. The people, the land, the government— I couldn't exist without them. They're all parts of me.
Arthur Kirkland is simply a name I picked. My true name is England. [He gives a wry little grimace.] You can imagine the difficulties it causes with paperwork at times.