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?
[It would probably be funny, in some other situation, how his main concern isn't that he just woke from the dead and instead that he can't read. But experiencing this again, the letters moving and getting all mixed up... he thought it was over. That the- door or whatever, that it was closed, that nothing can get in anymore.
All Lea is in danger of being hit by is the tablet that Stiles thrusts basically in his face... except with the response, he withdraws it slowly, dragging his free hand through his hair before leaning his forehead against his palm.]
... No, genius, I can't. [But the response ends up sounding more freaked out than sarcastic.]
Edited (a crucial one-letter typo almost changed smthing v important dammit) 2015-05-29 20:29 (UTC)
[Under other circumstances, Lea might have gotten sarcastic right back--'Well excuse me, but I thought you looked at least partially educated!'--but he just sounds so panicked he can't quite bring himself to do it. Instead, he pulls out his own tablet and opens up the network, then turns it so the kid can see it.]
Easy, champ. Maybe it's just somethin' wrong with your gizmo. [Logically that isn't the case, since he can read the kid's tablet just fine, but he's sure stranger things have happened.] Here, any better on mine?
[The look Stiles throws at Lea when he offers his tablet is equal parts hopeful and resigned, but he takes a look anyway. A few seconds pass, and he stares as hard as he can-- the letters seem to form words, but he can't for the life of him figure out what they say, until even the words just dissolve into a mess of letters and figures and, no, no this isn't any better.]
They're still doing it. The letters, moving around. I can't make any sense of them. [And obviously this red-head has no trouble reading them, so that means it's all him. Again.]
Moving around? [He looks at the tablet, then looks at the kid, then looks at the tablet again. The letters are definitely stationary so far as he can see. He's heard of dyslexia, but he's never heard of anything like this before.] That's... different. Has that ever happened to you before?
[He has to admit he's a little curious now. There's definitely nothing weird going on with the letters, meaning it's the kid who's somehow out of whack.]
Yes, moving around! Changing places! Switching rows! [He can't help the on-edge response, the words sharp and cutting more because of the situation than because of who he's talking to, or even Lea's particular question. He's not exactly the most polite guy even on the best of days (unless he wants to be, of course), and in a situation of high stress that freaks him out with the worst Vietnam possessed-by-nogitsune flashbacks, well. Maybe the rudeness is a little more understandable.]
I-- [He runs a hand through his hair, then down the side of his face.] Once. And it was followed by a fox spirit possessing me and killing people left and right and separating itself from me so I was in two bodies and it almost killed me, so you can see why I'm not exactly thrilled about this.
[The sharpness of the boy's tone doesn't faze Lea too much--he's been known to be a bit abrasive himself. He holds one hand up placatingly.]
Okay, okay, sorry for asking. I've never heard of such a thing before, is all, sheesh.
[This kid is plainly scared, though, and Lea feels a bit of a pang of sympathy for him. This whole place is a mindscrew, and after he hears the story, he can understand why it would upset him so much. Posession isn't something new to him, and even if he's never experienced it himself, he's seen what it can do. He sighs softly.]
What's your name, kid? [He ventures a thin smile, trying to at least be friendly.]</ small> I'm Lea. I haven't seen any fox spirits or anything like that, but... if you want, we can stick together for a bit. Two heads are better than one, right? This place is creepy enough without bein' all alone, in my opinion.
[I wish I hadn't heard about it, he thinks but doesn't say, biting back the panic, think logically, Stiles. Think. The nogitsune-- they defeated it, it's stuck in a jar it can't get out of and buried and there's no way it's here and has wormed its way into his head again. There's. No. Way.
So he swallows and nods to acknowledge Lea's introduction, offering his own in words that are halting still, but less panicked.] Stiles. It's Stiles.
[And while working together with a guy he's just met doesn't sound like the pinnacle of sensible thinking, he's really out of other options here... and Lea doesn't make his "there's something about him that bugs me" senses go off, so.]
Okay. At least as long as- [he pauses, starting the sentence again] I need to get back to where I was, before- that. [A wave of his hand towards the morgue.] All my stuff was in there, and I'm not just gonna leave it there for someone to take! If they haven't been taken already.
[At least he seems a bit less panicked now. Lea rubs his chin in thought, then looks over his shoulder.]
Well, I sure wouldn't mind being indoors for a while. Do you know whereabouts you were? [He hefts his backpack.] I've still got some food, if, ah... [He makes kind of a vague gesture with one hand. He's not sure if dying and coming back this way makes you hungry. He figures he might as well share, though; pay it forward, right?]
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snowblindmemes2015-05-12 07:10 am
tenses are for losers anyway
All Lea is in danger of being hit by is the tablet that Stiles thrusts basically in his face... except with the response, he withdraws it slowly, dragging his free hand through his hair before leaning his forehead against his palm.]
... No, genius, I can't. [But the response ends up sounding more freaked out than sarcastic.]
yeah! 8|
Easy, champ. Maybe it's just somethin' wrong with your gizmo. [Logically that isn't the case, since he can read the kid's tablet just fine, but he's sure stranger things have happened.] Here, any better on mine?
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They're still doing it. The letters, moving around. I can't make any sense of them. [And obviously this red-head has no trouble reading them, so that means it's all him. Again.]
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[He has to admit he's a little curious now. There's definitely nothing weird going on with the letters, meaning it's the kid who's somehow out of whack.]
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Vietnampossessed-by-nogitsune flashbacks, well. Maybe the rudeness is a little more understandable.]I-- [He runs a hand through his hair, then down the side of his face.] Once. And it was followed by a fox spirit possessing me and killing people left and right and separating itself from me so I was in two bodies and it almost killed me, so you can see why I'm not exactly thrilled about this.
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Okay, okay, sorry for asking. I've never heard of such a thing before, is all, sheesh.
[This kid is plainly scared, though, and Lea feels a bit of a pang of sympathy for him. This whole place is a mindscrew, and after he hears the story, he can understand why it would upset him so much. Posession isn't something new to him, and even if he's never experienced it himself, he's seen what it can do. He sighs softly.]
What's your name, kid? [He ventures a thin smile, trying to at least be friendly.]</ small> I'm Lea. I haven't seen any fox spirits or anything like that, but... if you want, we can stick together for a bit. Two heads are better than one, right? This place is creepy enough without bein' all alone, in my opinion.
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So he swallows and nods to acknowledge Lea's introduction, offering his own in words that are halting still, but less panicked.] Stiles. It's Stiles.
[And while working together with a guy he's just met doesn't sound like the pinnacle of sensible thinking, he's really out of other options here... and Lea doesn't make his "there's something about him that bugs me" senses go off, so.]
Okay. At least as long as- [he pauses, starting the sentence again] I need to get back to where I was, before- that. [A wave of his hand towards the morgue.] All my stuff was in there, and I'm not just gonna leave it there for someone to take! If they haven't been taken already.
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Well, I sure wouldn't mind being indoors for a while. Do you know whereabouts you were? [He hefts his backpack.] I've still got some food, if, ah... [He makes kind of a vague gesture with one hand. He's not sure if dying and coming back this way makes you hungry. He figures he might as well share, though; pay it forward, right?]