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?
Which is only natural, when you think about it. Plant-based lifeforms need a certai climate in order to thrive, and this is most certainly not any such environment. His Guardian uniform keeps him a little insulated, but wearing layers can really only do so much good when you're not warm-blooded.
There's a scowl nearly permanently etched into his wooden face as he stomps his way into the nearest building, eager to get out of the cold and point the snow out from in-between his toe-like roots. It takes him a moment - his haste to get to warmth had made him careless - but eventually the Floral Colossus notices the tell-tale signs inside the house:
This building is already inhabited.
Immediately, his guard goes up. Groot raises his two wooden fists, ready to strike back if anyone is foolish enough to try to ambush him. He's managed to go this long without getting into any fights, but if someone here wants to make him into firewood they're going to have to work for it.
"I AM GROOT!"
For those of you in need of a translator, that's Groot-speak for 'Show yourself, coward!'
And what fun would it be if Norfinbury actually translated Groot-speak? The figure currently digging through the closet stopped and rose, revealing itself to be a tall, muscular man with blue eyes that widened as he looked up at the tree-creature before him. That hadn't sounded like a greeting in the slightest, to say nothing of the raised fists and ready stance. Just his luck, to finally meet someone else, and it might be in a fight...
"Ah...h-hello, Groot..."
Enoch stepped back a bit, hands raised to show he wasn't intending to fight. He doesn't feel like he can, really, he's forgotten how to deal with normal human limits.
"My name is Enoch, and I've no intention to fight you. Are you looking for shelter? We can share this place..."
It definitely isn't a greeting, although Groot doesn't seem particularly surprised that Enoch can't seem to understand him. The most advanced translating software in the galaxy hasn't been able to translate the subtleties of his peoples' language, after all. Why would it work here?
Groot eyes the stranger warily. He isn't going to let his guard down entirely, but he'll lower his fists for now. He sneers at the mention of sharing a shelter with... whoever this is.
He doesn't decline, however. Instead, he just slumps his enormous wooden body into a nearby armchair. It's clearly too small for someone his size, but it seems to be holding up under his weight, at least.
"Is that all you can say?" It isn't an insult; rather, there's genuine curiosity there as he steps forward again as Groot slumps into the obviously inadequate armchair.
Now that he doesn't seem to be a threat, Enoch's naturally inquisitive nature has taken over, and he tentatively keeps taking those little steps forward, cautious, so cautious, without his angelic blessings for protection and knowing the other had expected a fight.
Groot rolls his eyes. Of all the things he's not in the mood for, this conversation is at the top of the list.
"I am Groot."
Don't look at him like that. He's said something entirely different - it's not his fault that your primitive ears aren't capable of perceiving the differences in his magnificent and nuanced language.
It doesn't seem to surprise Groot to hear that Enoch has never seen anything like him before. Groot is far from the last of his species, but most of the Floral Colossi are firmly grounded in the soil of Planet X. He's pretty much the only one to be found roaming around the universe, getting into trouble.
Enoch, on the other hand, seems humanoid enough that Groot doesn't raise an eyebrow at him. With an appearance like that, he could be human, or Kree, or any number of bipedal, flesh-covered creatures - and frankly, Groot doesn't particularly care what he is, as long as he doesn't want to fight.
"I am Groot."
He says it again, this time with less annoyance in his voice, and motions toward the other armchair in the room, offering the stranger a place to sit.
On being offered the other chair, Enoch gratefully accepts it, sinking in to what little warmth it will provide once he's heated it some. Speaking of heating, he casts a long look at the fireplace, wondering if starting a fire would be a good idea now. Would it be rude to have a fire in the presence of a...tree-person?
He settles on the side of caution, wrapping his cloak tightly around himself, curling up on the chair to tuck his numbed feet under his body. Normally he wouldn't be caught in such a position, preferring to keep good posture, but good posture just isn't warm enough.
"I'm sorry. I can't imagine that's something you don't hear often." About the language thing, he means. "The devices given to us here have a notepad on them; perhaps you can use that to speak with others more effectively?"
He has no idea he's being insulting, he just assumes it's like Armaros where he is incapable of speaking proper words for some reason.
There sure is someone already in here. Someone who is now sitting on top of a bookshelf, staring at Groot with huge eyes with her mouth full of stolen jerky.
... Oh my god it's a tree.
ITSATREE.
"You're a tree!" duh.
"No one is going to come out though. I checked, there's just me in here. Do you want some dry meat or do you only drink water?" She holds out her handful of jerky as a peace offering, leaning far off the bookshelf.
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Groot | Marvel Comics
It's cold. Groot hates the cold.
Which is only natural, when you think about it. Plant-based lifeforms need a certai climate in order to thrive, and this is most certainly not any such environment. His Guardian uniform keeps him a little insulated, but wearing layers can really only do so much good when you're not warm-blooded.
There's a scowl nearly permanently etched into his wooden face as he stomps his way into the nearest building, eager to get out of the cold and point the snow out from in-between his toe-like roots. It takes him a moment - his haste to get to warmth had made him careless - but eventually the Floral Colossus notices the tell-tale signs inside the house:
This building is already inhabited.
Immediately, his guard goes up. Groot raises his two wooden fists, ready to strike back if anyone is foolish enough to try to ambush him. He's managed to go this long without getting into any fights, but if someone here wants to make him into firewood they're going to have to work for it.
"I AM GROOT!"
For those of you in need of a translator, that's Groot-speak for 'Show yourself, coward!'
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"Ah...h-hello, Groot..."
Enoch stepped back a bit, hands raised to show he wasn't intending to fight. He doesn't feel like he can, really, he's forgotten how to deal with normal human limits.
"My name is Enoch, and I've no intention to fight you. Are you looking for shelter? We can share this place..."
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Groot eyes the stranger warily. He isn't going to let his guard down entirely, but he'll lower his fists for now. He sneers at the mention of sharing a shelter with... whoever this is.
He doesn't decline, however. Instead, he just slumps his enormous wooden body into a nearby armchair. It's clearly too small for someone his size, but it seems to be holding up under his weight, at least.
"I AM GROOT."
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Now that he doesn't seem to be a threat, Enoch's naturally inquisitive nature has taken over, and he tentatively keeps taking those little steps forward, cautious, so cautious, without his angelic blessings for protection and knowing the other had expected a fight.
"I've never seen anything like you."
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"I am Groot."
Don't look at him like that. He's said something entirely different - it's not his fault that your primitive ears aren't capable of perceiving the differences in his magnificent and nuanced language.
It doesn't seem to surprise Groot to hear that Enoch has never seen anything like him before. Groot is far from the last of his species, but most of the Floral Colossi are firmly grounded in the soil of Planet X. He's pretty much the only one to be found roaming around the universe, getting into trouble.
Enoch, on the other hand, seems humanoid enough that Groot doesn't raise an eyebrow at him. With an appearance like that, he could be human, or Kree, or any number of bipedal, flesh-covered creatures - and frankly, Groot doesn't particularly care what he is, as long as he doesn't want to fight.
"I am Groot."
He says it again, this time with less annoyance in his voice, and motions toward the other armchair in the room, offering the stranger a place to sit.
no subject
He settles on the side of caution, wrapping his cloak tightly around himself, curling up on the chair to tuck his numbed feet under his body. Normally he wouldn't be caught in such a position, preferring to keep good posture, but good posture just isn't warm enough.
"I'm sorry. I can't imagine that's something you don't hear often." About the language thing, he means. "The devices given to us here have a notepad on them; perhaps you can use that to speak with others more effectively?"
He has no idea he's being insulting, he just assumes it's like Armaros where he is incapable of speaking proper words for some reason.
no subject
... Oh my god it's a tree.
ITSATREE.
"You're a tree!" duh.
"No one is going to come out though. I checked, there's just me in here. Do you want some dry meat or do you only drink water?" She holds out her handful of jerky as a peace offering, leaning far off the bookshelf.