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?
[ Once more, he mirrors her. Without releasing the tablet in order to support himself against the wall, he neatly folds his body into a seated position on the floor. Across the transmission, she lifts her chin and he watches, gaze severe in its intensity. There is nothing more he can offer her; he will bear witness to her death, a sacrifice he will never allow to be rendered meaningless. ]
Good. [ His chest aches, but his steady voice betrays nothing. ] You’ll help me bring it to base then.
[ Tomorrow, when her arms and feet can move once more, when her lungs pulse for air. He’ll give an order and she’ll be able bodied to obey it. Freezing to death and waking up seems as shapeless as any miracle, well beyond her comprehension, but she’ll damn well take it if it’s offered.
His expression is muted, what little she catches of it. Mute, mint-sharp contemplation and it sits so oddly on him. A moment doesn’t pass that Mikasa is unaware of it.
Her fingers are numb, too steady with it, nail beds blackening as her skin stretches, bloating with frostbite. ]
- captain?
[ One more thing, while she still has air to give her words on. ]
[ By now, her trembling has long since ceased. If Mikasa knew more about what freezing to death entails, she’d know that it’s a very bad sign; finality, marked by her blood chilling below livable levels.
Drawing in a breath, her words come out in a faraway croak, dimmed down to smallness. ]
no subject
Good. [ His chest aches, but his steady voice betrays nothing. ] You’ll help me bring it to base then.
no subject
His expression is muted, what little she catches of it. Mute, mint-sharp contemplation and it sits so oddly on him. A moment doesn’t pass that Mikasa is unaware of it.
Her fingers are numb, too steady with it, nail beds blackening as her skin stretches, bloating with frostbite. ]
- captain?
[ One more thing, while she still has air to give her words on. ]
no subject
no subject
Drawing in a breath, her words come out in a faraway croak, dimmed down to smallness. ]
I’ll be faster next time.