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's still so hard to believe. For so long, she convinced herself that once Ganondorf was defeated, that would be that, and it would be for the best. And yet...
Her fingers slowly, softly close around Link's, and the similarity to the moment the Ocarina was passed back to her does not go unnoticed. Her hands are cold, colder than Link's without proper gear to protect them, but she has been cautious. If nothing else, Zelda knows how to keep herself alive in a hostile environment, even if the chill from Ganondorf's curse on Zora's Domain was never this bad. He smiles, and between the fire and his hands, Zelda feels warmth and feeling gradually flow back into her.
He's real, and here, and as he was in their moment of victory. She cannot comprehend how, or why, but... as the shock begins to fade, she realizes those are, among many, many others, answers that will come in time.
(Alongside this, the idea that Link is, in fact, one of the most qualified people to seek out those answers comes to mind, but she quickly pushes that thought away. Link deserves peace now.)
Her brow creases with concern, and after another moment, she asks, "Have you been here long?"
In answer to her question, he raised his shoulders in a shrug. The days blended together in this snowy wasteland. The sun went up, he set out. The sun went down, he looked for shelter and warmth. That was all there had been to it. Keeping track of days had seemed unimportant to him since his seven year sleep.
(Two years from now, when he was older yet apparently younger, he would begin to track the minutia of time and understand how every minute counted.)
"A while, I think."
Long enough for him to know that Ganondorf's defeat had been some time ago. Not long enough for him to know when exactly.
Tilting his head, he raised his brows at her. And you?
Her lack of response is an answer in and of itself. Not for a lack of knowing - the passage of time has held more meaning for her than it has for him - but to define it in words gives it a finality she's not quite ready to accept yet. To be so far away from Hyrule, her people, all that she has fought for to reclaim...
These thoughts stay locked up in her mind. Instead, she focuses on Link, her displeasure with his answer evident in her eyes. With her free hand, she reaches out, that dutiful little voice in the back of her head saying stop, keep your distance, you'll just end up hurting him more-- but this place is terribly lonely, even for one such as she who has spent years growing accustomed to being on her own. With strange people and stranger technology, she finds herself wanting to cling to the familiar.
She settles for brushing the melting snow off of Link's hat.
"Have you been well?" As well as anyone can be, here.
For a moment he expected Navi to fly out of his hat at that touch. Even after all these same, muddled days alone, he still expected her to appear. He closed his eyes in a minute show of pain at her loss. He kept hoping to find her in the snowy fields as he traversed them.
Maybe now that Zelda was here, others would come. He could hope for that. She would be too small to use the network and tablets, wouldn't she...?
He opened his eyes and gave Zelda a small nod. I've been fine. Surviving, mostly. Going from place to place and trying to find the point of it all.
She retracts her hand as though it's been burned when Link closes his eyes. Not the intended reaction, certainly. She chastises herself - you should have known better - and lets her hand fall back into her lap.
"There is still kindness to be found here," she replies, another non-answer. No need to explain how her own cautious tendencies ended up driving her mad temporarily. "Everyone is wary, but I have been fortunate to find those still willing to share their shelter, or talk, despite these conditions."
[ He raised his head when she took her hand away, but instead of wondering at it, he accepted it as part of her touch. All the same, he missed it. It had been warm - not in temperature, her hands were too cold still - and he had enjoyed the contact.
It didn't mark an end to the closeness between them, however, and he settled himself back on his rump, leaning one arm on his raised knee. It was a more relaxed pose than he'd had in recent days.
Days at least.
"I've met some people too," he offered. Some of them had wanted to hang behind, some had wanted to explore in another direction. They'd been good comrades for the time he'd had them, however. "Swaped items with them."
That earns a smile, small and slight, but fond and there.
"That sounds like you."
It's difficult to get Zelda to relax completely. Too many years spent watching over her shoulder have left her with a tenseness in her muscles that never quite goes away, and Norfinbury hasn't done much to discourage such habits. But between the fire and Link's company, as impossible as it might be, she finds herself sagging into her chair, just a bit.
"Are you well stocked on supplies?"
I'm very sorry for my formatting there! Should have double checked.
They were both victims of war. Tenseness even when they relaxed was understanable. Link noticed the way her shoulders sagged and her limbs loosened, however, and was glad that he could offer enough of a safe place that she would unwind that much.
In answer, he glanced over his shoulder at his pack. It had... some supplies in it. Not too many. Enough to get him by. What he really wanted was a quiver and a bow, but his attempts at making them were slow at best.
Turning back, he raised his hand with his palm facing the floor and shook it from side to side. Enough. The look of resignation on his face would let her know that he'd like more, but he'd make do.
Well, that won't do at all. With a short frown, Zelda turns to shift her pack off her back and into her lap. Obviously, given the state of her hands and feet, she has not been fortunate enough to find adequate clothing for this kind of weather, but she's had a little more luck coming across bits and pieces of food. After a moment of digging, she produces something like a granola bar, wrapped up in plastic.
"Here. It is not like anything to be found in Hyrule, but it is edible once you have removed the wrapping, at least."
Hardly a full meal, but every little bit helps, right? She knows how to make her rations last, anyway.
There was only a slight pause before Link took the bar and opened it. Diplomatically, he split it down the middle and handed Zelda a half. The second one he popped into his mouth immediately. Wandering from temple to temple and fighting off monsters in the fields made Link aware that you ate what you could when you could, and that you were glad to get it. This place had only cemented that feeling.
"Thanks," he says, around a mouthful of granola. He even smiles.
Table manners were a little lacking in the forest, after all.
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Her fingers slowly, softly close around Link's, and the similarity to the moment the Ocarina was passed back to her does not go unnoticed. Her hands are cold, colder than Link's without proper gear to protect them, but she has been cautious. If nothing else, Zelda knows how to keep herself alive in a hostile environment, even if the chill from Ganondorf's curse on Zora's Domain was never this bad. He smiles, and between the fire and his hands, Zelda feels warmth and feeling gradually flow back into her.
He's real, and here, and as he was in their moment of victory. She cannot comprehend how, or why, but... as the shock begins to fade, she realizes those are, among many, many others, answers that will come in time.
(Alongside this, the idea that Link is, in fact, one of the most qualified people to seek out those answers comes to mind, but she quickly pushes that thought away. Link deserves peace now.)
Her brow creases with concern, and after another moment, she asks, "Have you been here long?"
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(Two years from now, when he was older yet apparently younger, he would begin to track the minutia of time and understand how every minute counted.)
"A while, I think."
Long enough for him to know that Ganondorf's defeat had been some time ago. Not long enough for him to know when exactly.
Tilting his head, he raised his brows at her. And you?
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These thoughts stay locked up in her mind. Instead, she focuses on Link, her displeasure with his answer evident in her eyes. With her free hand, she reaches out, that dutiful little voice in the back of her head saying stop, keep your distance, you'll just end up hurting him more-- but this place is terribly lonely, even for one such as she who has spent years growing accustomed to being on her own. With strange people and stranger technology, she finds herself wanting to cling to the familiar.
She settles for brushing the melting snow off of Link's hat.
"Have you been well?" As well as anyone can be, here.
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Maybe now that Zelda was here, others would come. He could hope for that. She would be too small to use the network and tablets, wouldn't she...?
He opened his eyes and gave Zelda a small nod. I've been fine. Surviving, mostly. Going from place to place and trying to find the point of it all.
He'd died, once.
Lost his sense of touch for a while.
She didn't need to know that.
"You?"
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"There is still kindness to be found here," she replies, another non-answer. No need to explain how her own cautious tendencies ended up driving her mad temporarily. "Everyone is wary, but I have been fortunate to find those still willing to share their shelter, or talk, despite these conditions."
Or because of them. Either way.
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It didn't mark an end to the closeness between them, however, and he settled himself back on his rump, leaning one arm on his raised knee. It was a more relaxed pose than he'd had in recent days.
Days at least.
"I've met some people too," he offered. Some of them had wanted to hang behind, some had wanted to explore in another direction. They'd been good comrades for the time he'd had them, however. "Swaped items with them."
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"That sounds like you."
It's difficult to get Zelda to relax completely. Too many years spent watching over her shoulder have left her with a tenseness in her muscles that never quite goes away, and Norfinbury hasn't done much to discourage such habits. But between the fire and Link's company, as impossible as it might be, she finds herself sagging into her chair, just a bit.
"Are you well stocked on supplies?"
I'm very sorry for my formatting there! Should have double checked.
In answer, he glanced over his shoulder at his pack. It had... some supplies in it. Not too many. Enough to get him by. What he really wanted was a quiver and a bow, but his attempts at making them were slow at best.
Turning back, he raised his hand with his palm facing the floor and shook it from side to side. Enough. The look of resignation on his face would let her know that he'd like more, but he'd make do.
it happens, no worries
"Here. It is not like anything to be found in Hyrule, but it is edible once you have removed the wrapping, at least."
Hardly a full meal, but every little bit helps, right? She knows how to make her rations last, anyway.
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"Thanks," he says, around a mouthful of granola. He even smiles.
Table manners were a little lacking in the forest, after all.