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?
A death sentence. Truly. Perhaps that was what she was doing driving herself out of the small building that she'd awoken with but it did not feel safe there any longer and there were no answers to be found there. There was the device left to her by whomever dumped her there and that was subjected to the bulk of her fascination and study for the first two days.
Then she began to hear the crash of waves. The walls started to look damp.
Lizzie's underskirts -- no, every blasted layer of them -- were soaked through and then freezing on their own by the time she spotted another cabin with clear signs of life as evidence by the curling of smoke from the chimney. Cold. So cold, so blastedly frozen with night falling that she did not care about any apparent danger and crossed to one of the windows like a strafing wraith all on her own, palm touching one of the windows, face peering. Every breath out was curling mimic and every breath in was cold needles in her lungs.
There was a man - someone.
Lizzie crunched in sodden boots, cold stocking to the front and rapped upon the door sharply. "Hello? Sir?Please!"
By now Will had been here long enough that he recognised the frantic knocking on the door for what it was: a fellow human, trapped in the white, endless snow, just like him. His hallucinations were too malicious and absurd to disguise themselves as a person in need, at least so far, anyway; the day that happened was the day he'd truly start going insane, his vivid imagination no longer conjuring things based on empathy and experience. He had steadily grown less wary of letting others seek refuge in the cabin he'd found, too. Chances were they stayed the night, and both parties always benefited from having real people to finally talk to again. The day a real predator came by, with the intention of assault and theft, would be the day he'd die and be brought back to life on that cold, hard slab, he supposed. As always, Will would rather help at his own risk.
He doesn't completely put himself in danger, though. The blanket lay discarded on the floor, but the steel poker was still gripped firmly in his hand when he pulled open the door, wary as his eyes met the woman's. She looked genuinely frozen, her clothes in a rather sorry state for the weather, water being the worst enemy in the icy element. A pang of sympathy, and he wordlessly stepped aside to let her in. She may have strayed and ended up here, but she wasn't a stray, he reminded himself. Nobody here was.
In all honesty she cannot blame him for arming himself.
Silence stretched like the snow upon the door opening and Lizzie took another frigid breath, clutching the coat found and claimed around her form as they stared at one another. Her dark eyes flicked down to the poker, the fingers curled around it and for another moment she longed for something to have herself more than the broken bits of glass wrapped to a piece of wood formally a chair leg. That was stored in her bag because she was begging haven not attempting to claim place for her own.
But she could reach it if she needed to. She had practiced once and a dozen times.
The man (of early middling years, unshaven for a few days, with the sort of hair that seemed to be in permanent disarray and cautious eyes) stepped aside and Lizzie hesitated only another heartbeat before ushering herself inside to close out the cold and certain death that had been snapping at her heels.
"...thank you." Lizzie searched and took up residence closer to the door than she'd like but in a place she could drip and melt while still giving a breadth of space between her and the man. "I...couldn't stay where I was- but I did not think-"
He was quick in closing the door behind her -- it had taken so long to warm up the cabin in the biting cold that any loss of heat was one he would regret -- and he, too, maintained his distance as he turned to give her a proper look.
She, simply put, did not look like she belonged here. Her clothes made her stick out like a sore thumb, almost costume-like in nature. She would've stood out even if she wasn't completely sodden. He didn't comment.
"It's alright," he interrupted instead in an attempt to calm her, cutting her off. She was about to babble, and he was aware that the steel in his hand probably looked threatening. He was also aware of how bad the hallucinations could get, so vivid that they could drive someone out of shelter and into the cold, deathly embrace of the snow. "I'm not going to do any harm to you, and nothing is going to come after you here." He gestured to the fire, urging.
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Then she began to hear the crash of waves. The walls started to look damp.
Lizzie's underskirts -- no, every blasted layer of them -- were soaked through and then freezing on their own by the time she spotted another cabin with clear signs of life as evidence by the curling of smoke from the chimney. Cold. So cold, so blastedly frozen with night falling that she did not care about any apparent danger and crossed to one of the windows like a strafing wraith all on her own, palm touching one of the windows, face peering. Every breath out was curling mimic and every breath in was cold needles in her lungs.
There was a man - someone.
Lizzie crunched in sodden boots, cold stocking to the front and rapped upon the door sharply. "Hello? Sir?Please!"
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He doesn't completely put himself in danger, though. The blanket lay discarded on the floor, but the steel poker was still gripped firmly in his hand when he pulled open the door, wary as his eyes met the woman's. She looked genuinely frozen, her clothes in a rather sorry state for the weather, water being the worst enemy in the icy element. A pang of sympathy, and he wordlessly stepped aside to let her in. She may have strayed and ended up here, but she wasn't a stray, he reminded himself. Nobody here was.
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Silence stretched like the snow upon the door opening and Lizzie took another frigid breath, clutching the coat found and claimed around her form as they stared at one another. Her dark eyes flicked down to the poker, the fingers curled around it and for another moment she longed for something to have herself more than the broken bits of glass wrapped to a piece of wood formally a chair leg. That was stored in her bag because she was begging haven not attempting to claim place for her own.
But she could reach it if she needed to. She had practiced once and a dozen times.
The man (of early middling years, unshaven for a few days, with the sort of hair that seemed to be in permanent disarray and cautious eyes) stepped aside and Lizzie hesitated only another heartbeat before ushering herself inside to close out the cold and certain death that had been snapping at her heels.
"...thank you." Lizzie searched and took up residence closer to the door than she'd like but in a place she could drip and melt while still giving a breadth of space between her and the man. "I...couldn't stay where I was- but I did not think-"
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She, simply put, did not look like she belonged here. Her clothes made her stick out like a sore thumb, almost costume-like in nature. She would've stood out even if she wasn't completely sodden. He didn't comment.
"It's alright," he interrupted instead in an attempt to calm her, cutting her off. She was about to babble, and he was aware that the steel in his hand probably looked threatening. He was also aware of how bad the hallucinations could get, so vivid that they could drive someone out of shelter and into the cold, deathly embrace of the snow. "I'm not going to do any harm to you, and nothing is going to come after you here." He gestured to the fire, urging.