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?
Ygritte can relate to scruffy and tired - two very common states of being, for her - but this man has a lot more to worry about than his appearance, if he's stuck outside without shelter for the night. A snow-shelter isn't going to keep him warm when the temperature drops below tolerable conditions.
Still, she can banter a bit longer. She does so enjoy rankling the others trapped here like her, in this place. ]
Painful, but 't least it's quick. Y' don't want t' die in the cold - it takes a long, long time for someone t' die that way. [ she cocks her head over the feed, almost playfully. ]
Y' want t'hear how it is to die, where I'm from? [ storytime, to keep his mind temporarily off of it? seems legit. ]
[Some part of Bard knows he's not going to make it through the night: he's heard of neighbors freezing to death on milder nights than what they've had here because they hadn't the firewood to spare. He'd rather not be dwelling on that while his extremities turn to ice, though, so he's going to make an attempt at changing the subject.]
You're a morbid one, aren't you? Do you sit around the campfire with all your friends at home, discussing the merits of all the ways you might die tomorrow?
Nothin' morbid 'bout it, when it's a way o' life. You're born, y'live, and y'die.
[ all little life lessons aside, she's not completely unfazed by death, and not completely heartless despite the caustic attitude; she just thinks Bard needs to bootstrap up, so to speak.
...after all, he's not the only one out here, as evidenced when she shows him the snowy background of her screen - she, too, is huddled somewhere outdoors for warmth. ]
[Her words aren't making her sound any less morbid--there's plenty to be said for how one lives as well as how one dies, at least in Bard's book--but the realization that they're in the same boat stays his argument. With a sigh, he opens his tablet's little notepad to take a look at the crude map he's been making since arriving here. What he's seen of this place so far makes it seem highly unlikely that they're anywhere near each other, but he would rather be sure.]
I don't suppose you're anywhere near a building with a hole in its north face the height of two grown Men?
[ she makes a point of looking around while on video, the backdrop an expanse of white behind her, before facing the camera again after a moment.
she's not quite sure to what aim this man would go to help a complete stranger, much less someone like Ygritte who might steal his pack out from under him and leave him high and dry, but it's worth seeing what he's capable of doing. ]
Aye, it's t' the north of me. 'Bout four-five tree lengths from here. [ what kind of tree would be helpful, most likely, but she's thinking of the pines that grow in the Frostfangs, which won't help him much to be honest.
but now she's smirking. ]
Why? Y'gonna come rescue me, Old Timer? [ ...yep, she went there. ]
[Trees, honestly. They only grow so big, though, so he imagines it means she isn't far at all from the place he wound up turning away from this evening.]
I'm reasonably sure my toes would freeze off if I tried. I left it behind because I thought I could make it back to a house with fully intact walls before the doors locked, but if you can make it there I know the bathroom might still make a decent cave. You could build a fire in there, make it through the night.
[ He's right; it's not much, it's still exposed to the elements somewhat, but it would probably provide enough shelter to at least get a fire going. Ygritte might've found it on her own if she'd continued in the direction she'd been headed, but she'd given up after her feet had started to go numb in her doeskin leather boots. It's worth a shot to get to it, at least.
She looks out again toward the structure, and then back into the video feed. ] You can't make it back, t' the place? Where're you now?
I'm a little less than halfway back to the house immediately west of you. [Which is even less exact than going by tree lengths, but if she's been exploring this place too then she should at least get a vague idea from that.
The supposed-to-be-reassuring almost-smile he gives her looks completely natural. He's had a lot of opportunity to practice it.] You should worry about yourself first. I didn't see much firewood in there, but there's still furniture.
[ it's strange having a complete stranger be so wholly concerned for her welfare, and in the back of her mind Ygritte supposes that a clever enough man could set an ambush or trap for an unsuspecting fool this way - but something in her doubts that he's that conniving, by the look of him. and besides, she's no fool.
she nods at him through the feed, feeling strangely reassured by that attempt of his. ] You should start t'be headin' back, then. I'll get there 'fore y'do, but I'll get the fire started.
[ her lips curl then into a suggestive smirk. ] Mayhaps 'f you make it back, I'll keep you warm.
[ ...and rob him blind of his supplies while she's at it, but. details. ]
[Bard hasn't gone from zero to Thoroughly Scandalized this quickly in years. It's kind of impressive, or it would be if he wasn't busy being thoroughly scandalized. She can't be more than a handful of years older than his eldest, and that is just far too young.]
You'd do well to stay away from any man my age who takes you up on that offer, and I'll thank you not to make it to me again. [But he's packing back up anyway, because if he's going to die anyway he might as well do it while trying to survive.] I'll keep you company if I can, because this whole place is a bad one to be alone in, but that's it.
[ scandalizing is one of Ygritte's feature strengths; without it, she'd never have escaped Jon Snow's capture out by the Fist of the First Men. he'd been too busy blushing like a maiden at the filth that'd been coming out of her mouth to stop her from running.
to this end, she'll see how far she can press her luck with Bard; she's already on the move as well, the camera shaking slightly as she trudges through the icy drifts toward the hollowed-out building. ]
An' what's wrong with a man of your age? Sure you've a few more lines on your face than a younger man, but 's long as your cock still works and y'know where t' put it...
[ ...perhaps she's counting on his indignation to keep him warmer. ]
[It's certainly off-putting, and the beginnings of all sorts of protests and fatherly tirades come to mind as he sets his tablet down to finish bundling up and pull his backpack back on, but Bard suddenly remembers being young and brash, eager to prove he was all grown up in all sorts of ways that frankly embarrass him now. So he's going to do something completely horrible, and we'll just see who's indignant enough to not suffer so much from the cold.]
You'll understand when you're older.
I laughed at this for a good twenty minutes before bed, last night. :D
[ There's a (perhaps anticipated) righteous sputter of indignation over the feed, and then Ygritte tamps down on the urge to scream at him that she's nineteen, she's practically an old maid by how spearwives north of the Wall are concerned, and she knows more than he thinks she does.
Instead, she does something that surprises even herself: she laughs. A throw-her-red-head-back kind of laugh. You know nothin', stranger. ]
...I'll show you what I understand, when y' get here...if you make it, o'course.
[He'll give credit where credit is due: she recovers quickly. Of course, he's in the trickier position here: she seems like the sort who'll see victory in getting the last word, and any number of false steps on his part might be taken as encouragement. Bard takes a moment to collect his thoughts, catching his tablet between his teeth as he crawls out of his little snow cave to buy himself the time. (That poor thing's going to get scratched to hell if he keeps this up.)
He immediately regrets emerging into the open air, but there's no point turning back now. Anyway, he has a comeback that should be sufficient, even if it's not half as good as his previous.]
If this is your idea of gaining a man's attentions, it can't be very much.
[ Her breath comes heavier as the snow she's trudging through gets deeper, and the cold is making her teeth chatter now, but she soldiers on without complaint. She's almost to the building — which is good, because the weather is picking up and the snowfall all around them is starting to get heavier.
She scoffs at his comment, not at all fazed by the insult; it's not like she was particularly trying hard to seduce. ]
'Tch. Men're simple creatures, whether north or south o' the Wall - what they want's easy 'nough t' know most times.
[ ...a complete falsehood, really, because as much as she'd loathe to admit it, Jon Snow was much more complicated — given his betrayal at Queenscrown — than she'd realized. ]
[Bard's toes are already colder than he'd like--he really wishes he'd been able to replace his boots before now--and he's shivering pretty badly himself, but he keeps walking as well, tucking his tablet halfway into his coat so the camera can still mark his progress while his hands are left free to be tucked into the relative warmth of his armpits.]
So you can tell the difference between a man looking for fun, a man looking to marry, and a man who claims he's looking to marry but will abandon you the moment you're with child? [...He might have slipped into protective dad mode a bit there. Sorry.]
Y'think I can't raise a child on my own? If a man gets me with child and's too weak t' stick 'round, I'll raise 't m'self. Won't be pinin' after 'im to help me.
[ She huffs, trudges on. There might be a note of bitterness there, if his dad mode can detect it. ] A man's only 's good as his word. Naught else.
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More than welcome, Old Timer.Ygritte can relate to scruffy and tired - two very common states of being, for her - but this man has a lot more to worry about than his appearance, if he's stuck outside without shelter for the night. A snow-shelter isn't going to keep him warm when the temperature drops below tolerable conditions.
Still, she can banter a bit longer. She does so enjoy rankling the others trapped here like her, in this place. ]
Painful, but 't least it's quick. Y' don't want t' die in the cold - it takes a long, long time for someone t' die that way. [ she cocks her head over the feed, almost playfully. ]
Y' want t'hear how it is to die, where I'm from? [ storytime, to keep his mind temporarily off of it? seems legit. ]
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You're a morbid one, aren't you? Do you sit around the campfire with all your friends at home, discussing the merits of all the ways you might die tomorrow?
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[ all little life lessons aside, she's not completely unfazed by death, and not completely heartless despite the caustic attitude; she just thinks Bard needs to bootstrap up, so to speak.
...after all, he's not the only one out here, as evidenced when she shows him the snowy background of her screen - she, too, is huddled somewhere outdoors for warmth. ]
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I don't suppose you're anywhere near a building with a hole in its north face the height of two grown Men?
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she's not quite sure to what aim this man would go to help a complete stranger, much less someone like Ygritte who might steal his pack out from under him and leave him high and dry, but it's worth seeing what he's capable of doing. ]
Aye, it's t' the north of me. 'Bout four-five tree lengths from here. [ what kind of tree would be helpful, most likely, but she's thinking of the pines that grow in the Frostfangs, which won't help him much to be honest.
but now she's smirking. ]
Why? Y'gonna come rescue me, Old Timer? [ ...yep, she went there. ]
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I'm reasonably sure my toes would freeze off if I tried. I left it behind because I thought I could make it back to a house with fully intact walls before the doors locked, but if you can make it there I know the bathroom might still make a decent cave. You could build a fire in there, make it through the night.
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She looks out again toward the structure, and then back into the video feed. ] You can't make it back, t' the place? Where're you now?
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The supposed-to-be-reassuring almost-smile he gives her looks completely natural. He's had a lot of opportunity to practice it.] You should worry about yourself first. I didn't see much firewood in there, but there's still furniture.
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she nods at him through the feed, feeling strangely reassured by that attempt of his. ] You should start t'be headin' back, then. I'll get there 'fore y'do, but I'll get the fire started.
[ her lips curl then into a suggestive smirk. ] Mayhaps 'f you make it back, I'll keep you warm.
[ ...and rob him blind of his supplies while she's at it, but. details. ]
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You'd do well to stay away from any man my age who takes you up on that offer, and I'll thank you not to make it to me again. [But he's packing back up anyway, because if he's going to die anyway he might as well do it while trying to survive.] I'll keep you company if I can, because this whole place is a bad one to be alone in, but that's it.
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to this end, she'll see how far she can press her luck with Bard; she's already on the move as well, the camera shaking slightly as she trudges through the icy drifts toward the hollowed-out building. ]
An' what's wrong with a man of your age? Sure you've a few more lines on your face than a younger man, but 's long as your cock still works and y'know where t' put it...
[ ...perhaps she's counting on his indignation to keep him warmer. ]
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You'll understand when you're older.
I laughed at this for a good twenty minutes before bed, last night. :D
Instead, she does something that surprises even herself: she laughs. A throw-her-red-head-back kind of laugh. You know nothin', stranger. ]
...I'll show you what I understand, when y' get here...if you make it, o'course.
I was very proud of myself for that one
He immediately regrets emerging into the open air, but there's no point turning back now. Anyway, he has a comeback that should be sufficient, even if it's not half as good as his previous.]
If this is your idea of gaining a man's attentions, it can't be very much.
it's quite praise-worthy. :p
She scoffs at his comment, not at all fazed by the insult; it's not like she was particularly trying hard to seduce. ]
'Tch. Men're simple creatures, whether north or south o' the Wall - what they want's easy 'nough t' know most times.
[ ...a complete falsehood, really, because as much as she'd loathe to admit it, Jon Snow was much more complicated — given his betrayal at Queenscrown — than she'd realized. ]
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So you can tell the difference between a man looking for fun, a man looking to marry, and a man who claims he's looking to marry but will abandon you the moment you're with child? [...He might have slipped into protective dad mode a bit there. Sorry.]
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Y'think I can't raise a child on my own? If a man gets me with child and's too weak t' stick 'round, I'll raise 't m'self. Won't be pinin' after 'im to help me.
[ She huffs, trudges on. There might be a note of bitterness there, if his dad mode can detect it. ] A man's only 's good as his word. Naught else.