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?
[The feed comes on - a rather hushed audio feed, but there's a soft... laugh. Whoever's behind it, they sound pretty deadened to the whole experience.]
If anyone's ever had the hallucinations this place gives you - let me tell you from experience. They're pretty tame. I don't think they could kill me if they tried!
[Another laugh.]
Ah - no one gets that joke, but I hallucinated that my - fiancee, she kept trying to murder me. That she blamed me. I knew it wasn't real - I'm not stupid, but she was very convincing when she nearly made me jab a needle in my eye.
It's a lot funnier than it sounds, I promise.
Sometimes it's easy to tune out the noise - to turn it all into backdrop, ignore it. The less you pay attention to what's around you, the less power they have over you. It's only when you stop and realize just how much may or may not be real that it gets really worrisome.
But when your dead fiancee has you in a chokehold, you might wanna start thinking about whether it matters if what you hallucinate is real or not.
---
03;
[Find shelter, find supplies, don't fucking die. That's what Isaac Clarke had learned very quickly - and it wasn't much different from his usual modus operandi. Keep moving, and don't let anything slow you down.
So it takes a lot to catch him off-guard. Though it's easier these days since the only part of his RIG he has left is the helmet and the spine-fused readout that tells him how badly off he is - he's certain the readings were in the yellow, now.
But a fully intact shelter with a fireplace is a welcome respite, and Isaac is frantically digging through supplies to see if he has any tinder with which to get the shelter a-going - he doesn't have much in the way of supplies, but passing up a place like this is an especially hard thing to do, given the circumstances.
It's only when he swears he hears someone in the doorway he stepped through not too long ago that he realizes his guard was a bit too lax.]
[He's not quite there enough to be dealing with video. Audio's a fine replacement, though.]
Let's just say that the latter sort of encouraged the former, in my case. It's a lot harder to lose your grip on reality while you're making a joke about it.
I-- whoa, I. Didn't know it was occupied, uh, here...
[ Tim trails off into mumbles, tightening his grip on his own bag of supplies. It's rare enough to see someone out here that his own mistrust of people has been ramped all the way up to eleven. ]
I'll go.
[ He looks about ready to bolt, despite the fact that it's starting to get dark. And everyone knows what happens after dark in this place. ]
[As Tim trails off - and looks over his shoulder like he needs to get the hell out, Isaac takes stock of the situation, grumbling something to himself. His paranoia's been sharp as ever - possibly even worse, just due to how bad this place gets.]
No, don't.
[He's kicking himself for the snap- odds are this guy's just trying to find somewhere to crash, himself.]
You probably won't make it fifty feet out there before you start getting yelled at to take shelter - and this is the best place for quite a ways.
Believe me, I looked.
[He's grimacing a bit, but he's beckoning Tim over.]
Hey, if you got something handy to start a fire with, I might even thank you.
[ It still takes Tim a few seconds to decide whether or not to get the hell out. Isaac's gruffness is the deciding factor in the end - someone friendlier would only have set off his paranoia further. ]
Yeah, actually...
[ He sets his bag down on the floor (plenty away from Isaac, just in case) and pulls a packet of cigarettes and a lighter out from his jacket pocket. He tosses the latter towards Isaac before turning to shut the door. ]
People always said smoking would kill me, but. [SHRUG] Shows what they know, I guess.
[He wouldn't blame him if he knew - the number of times Isaac's gotten bit in the ass by trusting someone is a pretty fair margin. Lousy goddamn space and its lousy people.
He catches the lighter - fairly deftly for how goddamn cold it is - and gets to work on lighting up the fireplace with the tinder scraps he had available - if he can get that going, they can at least stay warm for the night.]
Hey, know what they say, what doesn't kill you...
[He leaves that sentence unfinished if only because he isn't sure that it's entirely true. But soon enough the tinder catches and they have a very small fire going - it'll take a while for the actual wood to catch, but there's enough there.]
Thanks for that. [And, just to show he really means that, he tosses the lighter back now that the fire's starting to go.] I'm just glad to have found a place that wasn't half-caved in by snow, at this point.
[He sets his helmet back off to the side and plucks his tablet out of his backpack, scrolling the network to see what other people are up to, idly.]
[ He makes a noise of agreement in response to the comment, too busy using his newly-returned lighter to spark up a cigarette. Sorry, dude, he's not the most considerate smoker around. And since there's that whole "constantly in danger of freezing to death" thing to deal with in Norfinbury, Tim's pretty sure that passive smoking is the least of anyone's worries.
He eyes the helmet warily. It looks like a prop for a costume from one of those dorky comic conventions or something - still, he's already used to the fact that people around here come from some really weird places. He may as well latch onto it as a way to create some smalltalk, since they're going to be stuck here all night. ]
So what's with the, er...
[ He waves his cigarette in the general direction of the helmet. ]
[If Isaac shows any sort of discomfort to Tim's smoking habits, he's not showing it. Though he kind of holds back a chuckle at calling it a bike helmet.]
This 'bike helmet' is all I've got of a suit that'd be a lot more useful than anything we've found here - they're called RIGs, they're meant to work in outer space - but the one I had was coincidentally pretty good at keeping out the cold.
Here, it's just a nice helmet with a built-in light that occasionally keeps my head warm.
[He picks it up and inspects it, shrugging.]
Guessin' you've never seen much like that back home?
[OK. He's like, working right now? Places to be, people to see. Theoretically. Shit to do. But this. This guy. This guy he just kinda has, so he deigns to use the audio for once.]
...You know mate, this sounds like the sort of thing you usually save for at least a third date. Maybe until your fifth. Anniversary.
Oh I would never say never. Just perhaps after many years of critical introspection and detox. Get right back up on that horse, as they say!
[So kind wow.]
I suppose it's worth a few doctors receipts. I knew a bloke that hallucinated a Renaissance siege and a conversation with Leonardo da Vinci once. Unfortunately he came down with a terminal case of 'not moving anymore.'
[HAH. he actually does that. Just, let's out a singular 'hah' of laughter.
u an ass but ur alright, u motherfucker]
Now that's a story. I mostly just hallucinate Necromorphs and my fiancee telling me to make us whole. That said, 'not moving anymore' tends to be a common case I have to deal with, so I can sympathize.
[But no he actually kind of. Sobers up a bit when he asks. Necromorphs are kind of a big deal.]
They're... well, they were people, or other living things. You're right in that they're dead - the dead, brought back to life, mutilated and morphed into killing machines. Tough to put back down once they get up.
You could say I've had experience dealing with them.
[ At least Clarke isn't the only one surprised. The woman who's stumbled in on him looks as startled as he is to see someone else in the house, though she really should've expected it.
Without knowing what kind of weapons he's got on his person for safety, she holds her hands up. There's only so much she can do with a simple knife as opposed to a proper gun, so for now, she has to play it careful. ]
[A simple knife is more than Isaac has for combat - but in his defense, he packs a mean wallop with his fists, and no one's carrying a gun that he can tell. So he's lucky.
His built-in suspicion kind of kicks to the surface, but his eyes sort of... narrow and he nods.]
Alight, I can believe that. Not often you cross paths with someone out here in the middle of nowhere.
[Not often you meet someone as composed as she's being, either.]
Guessin' you're just doing the same as anyone else, here.
[ She's quiet as he speaks in order to fully take stock of him. Weird thing in his neck, looks like he's been in more than his fair share of fights; definitely wouldn't be a good idea to get into a scrap with him if she can help it. There's no telling if something will set him off, but he's being civil for now, so why shouldn't she do the same? ]
So far I haven't seen anyone but you, though I can't tell if that's a good thing or not.
[He's a scanvenger by nature, but only because he's been thrust from one hellhole into another.]
I'm not looking for a fight if you aren't. This is the best place I've found for what has to be miles. Not sure if there's anything else habitable you could get to in time.
[He's not the only one who has sought shelter from the cold inside one of these houses, he's just the first. And needless to say it's a little startling when she opens the door, takes a few steps in and is suddenly shouted at.
Her hand moves to the scabbard where Falchion would normally lay, only it's empty. She knows that, and as much as it hurts, it's reality now. Lucina grits her teeth, and doesn't move.]
My apologies. I had not meant to intrude, I thought this house abandoned. I was merely seeking respite from the cold.
if you want to thread 01 throw me a test drive link with lucina we can thread them dying together
[Her voice is softer than he expected of someone here, and the first impression is just how... young she is. She can't be much past teenage years, if that.
She went to her side - a weapon? No, maybe where she came from, but not now. He can sympathize.
Though her speech is odd and he's a tad suspicious, his face softens quickly.]
...Sorry, I'm keeping a running tally of how long it takes me being here before I get jumped by something.
[He can't blame her for coming in from the cold as he searches his pack for something to light the fire.]
I'm not looking for a fight if you aren't looking to start one.
I fear I'm in much the same way you are. [It takes a small moment of hesitation on her part before she lowers her hand. Even if she knows she doesn't have anything at her side, it's more of a comforting motion than she'd like to think.]
I'm not looking for a fight either, my apologies if it seemed that way. I act only out of reflex in an unfamiliar situation.
[She hesitates.] Would it be best if I were to find some other shelter? I don't wish to intrude.
Good. Being suspicious keeps you alive longer, I've found. [Not that he doesn't mind having someone to keep his mind off things.] And I don't blame you. This place makes one jumpy.
[The second question makes him pause as he checks his tablet, shaking his head.] This place is the best I've found around this area. Maybe the only livable place. I wouldn't like your chances trying to find somewhere else to hole up before it gets too dark.
I've found much the same, unfortunately. Perhaps it is fate that we've met, sir. Though I'm sure I will be fine if you are not comfortable with my presence and wish for me to find somewhere else to stay the night.
[She looks towards the door. It remains cold out, and there's no doubt about it getting later in the day even as they speak, but Lucina is certain she can fend for herself. It would take more than weather to do her in, she's sure.]
I'm confident I can take care of myself, even in a situation such as this.
[It reminds him too much of Tau Volantis, how you could easily catch your death from the cold alone if you weren't prepared. He picks up his helmet, the inside LEDs coming to life at a touch.]
I needed a whole insulated suit to survive in a place like this before I got here. Even if you could brave the cold, you wouldn't find shelter in time before it all locked up.
[He shakes his head.]
I've had worse bunkmates. You're free to stay here for the night. And hey, if we get the fire going, it might even be comfortable.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
snowblindmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
snowblindmemes2015-05-12 07:10 am
Isaac Clarke - Dead Space
[The feed comes on - a rather hushed audio feed, but there's a soft... laugh. Whoever's behind it, they sound pretty deadened to the whole experience.]
If anyone's ever had the hallucinations this place gives you - let me tell you from experience. They're pretty tame. I don't think they could kill me if they tried!
[Another laugh.]
Ah - no one gets that joke, but I hallucinated that my - fiancee, she kept trying to murder me. That she blamed me. I knew it wasn't real - I'm not stupid, but she was very convincing when she nearly made me jab a needle in my eye.
It's a lot funnier than it sounds, I promise.
Sometimes it's easy to tune out the noise - to turn it all into backdrop, ignore it. The less you pay attention to what's around you, the less power they have over you. It's only when you stop and realize just how much may or may not be real that it gets really worrisome.
But when your dead fiancee has you in a chokehold, you might wanna start thinking about whether it matters if what you hallucinate is real or not.
---
03;
[Find shelter, find supplies, don't fucking die. That's what Isaac Clarke had learned very quickly - and it wasn't much different from his usual modus operandi. Keep moving, and don't let anything slow you down.
So it takes a lot to catch him off-guard. Though it's easier these days since the only part of his RIG he has left is the helmet and the spine-fused readout that tells him how badly off he is - he's certain the readings were in the yellow, now.
But a fully intact shelter with a fireplace is a welcome respite, and Isaac is frantically digging through supplies to see if he has any tinder with which to get the shelter a-going - he doesn't have much in the way of supplies, but passing up a place like this is an especially hard thing to do, given the circumstances.
It's only when he swears he hears someone in the doorway he stepped through not too long ago that he realizes his guard was a bit too lax.]
Who's there!?
02
You either got one fucked-up sense of humor, or you've seen some shit, guy. Or both. I'm betting on both.
02
Let's just say that the latter sort of encouraged the former, in my case. It's a lot harder to lose your grip on reality while you're making a joke about it.
03
[ Tim trails off into mumbles, tightening his grip on his own bag of supplies. It's rare enough to see someone out here that his own mistrust of people has been ramped all the way up to eleven. ]
I'll go.
[ He looks about ready to bolt, despite the fact that it's starting to get dark. And everyone knows what happens after dark in this place. ]
03
No, don't.
[He's kicking himself for the snap- odds are this guy's just trying to find somewhere to crash, himself.]
You probably won't make it fifty feet out there before you start getting yelled at to take shelter - and this is the best place for quite a ways.
Believe me, I looked.
[He's grimacing a bit, but he's beckoning Tim over.]
Hey, if you got something handy to start a fire with, I might even thank you.
no subject
Yeah, actually...
[ He sets his bag down on the floor (plenty away from Isaac, just in case) and pulls a packet of cigarettes and a lighter out from his jacket pocket. He tosses the latter towards Isaac before turning to shut the door. ]
People always said smoking would kill me, but. [SHRUG] Shows what they know, I guess.
no subject
He catches the lighter - fairly deftly for how goddamn cold it is - and gets to work on lighting up the fireplace with the tinder scraps he had available - if he can get that going, they can at least stay warm for the night.]
Hey, know what they say, what doesn't kill you...
[He leaves that sentence unfinished if only because he isn't sure that it's entirely true. But soon enough the tinder catches and they have a very small fire going - it'll take a while for the actual wood to catch, but there's enough there.]
Thanks for that. [And, just to show he really means that, he tosses the lighter back now that the fire's starting to go.] I'm just glad to have found a place that wasn't half-caved in by snow, at this point.
[He sets his helmet back off to the side and plucks his tablet out of his backpack, scrolling the network to see what other people are up to, idly.]
no subject
He eyes the helmet warily. It looks like a prop for a costume from one of those dorky comic conventions or something - still, he's already used to the fact that people around here come from some really weird places. He may as well latch onto it as a way to create some smalltalk, since they're going to be stuck here all night. ]
So what's with the, er...
[ He waves his cigarette in the general direction of the helmet. ]
You know, is it - I dunno, a bike helmet, or...
[ A bike helmet.
Really. ]
no subject
This 'bike helmet' is all I've got of a suit that'd be a lot more useful than anything we've found here - they're called RIGs, they're meant to work in outer space - but the one I had was coincidentally pretty good at keeping out the cold.
Here, it's just a nice helmet with a built-in light that occasionally keeps my head warm.
[He picks it up and inspects it, shrugging.]
Guessin' you've never seen much like that back home?
1/2
2/2
Re: 2/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
02
...You know mate, this sounds like the sort of thing you usually save for at least a third date. Maybe until your fifth. Anniversary.
Re: 02
[He laughs a bit at his own 'joke'.]
'Least I know which hallucinations will try and kill me and which ones won't. That's got to be worth something in the grand scheme of things.
no subject
[So kind wow.]
I suppose it's worth a few doctors receipts. I knew a bloke that hallucinated a Renaissance siege and a conversation with Leonardo da Vinci once. Unfortunately he came down with a terminal case of 'not moving anymore.'
no subject
u an ass but ur alright, u motherfucker]
Now that's a story. I mostly just hallucinate Necromorphs and my fiancee telling me to make us whole. That said, 'not moving anymore' tends to be a common case I have to deal with, so I can sympathize.
no subject
It's truly a national tragedy. Perhaps one day science will advance enough to find a cure for this dastardly ill.
I feel like I'm going to regret this in the next few minutes, but: what is a Necromorph? Sounds like some sort of.... dead thing.
[Eloquent.]
no subject
[But no he actually kind of. Sobers up a bit when he asks. Necromorphs are kind of a big deal.]
They're... well, they were people, or other living things. You're right in that they're dead - the dead, brought back to life, mutilated and morphed into killing machines. Tough to put back down once they get up.
You could say I've had experience dealing with them.
(no subject)
02
Without knowing what kind of weapons he's got on his person for safety, she holds her hands up. There's only so much she can do with a simple knife as opposed to a proper gun, so for now, she has to play it careful. ]
Easy. I wasn't trying to sneak up on you.
Re: 02
His built-in suspicion kind of kicks to the surface, but his eyes sort of... narrow and he nods.]
Alight, I can believe that. Not often you cross paths with someone out here in the middle of nowhere.
[Not often you meet someone as composed as she's being, either.]
Guessin' you're just doing the same as anyone else, here.
no subject
So far I haven't seen anyone but you, though I can't tell if that's a good thing or not.
[ Scavengers are always risky business. ]
no subject
[He's a scanvenger by nature, but only because he's been thrust from one hellhole into another.]
I'm not looking for a fight if you aren't. This is the best place I've found for what has to be miles. Not sure if there's anything else habitable you could get to in time.
why isn't there an 01 prompt..... 03
Her hand moves to the scabbard where Falchion would normally lay, only it's empty. She knows that, and as much as it hurts, it's reality now. Lucina grits her teeth, and doesn't move.]
My apologies. I had not meant to intrude, I thought this house abandoned. I was merely seeking respite from the cold.
if you want to thread 01 throw me a test drive link with lucina we can thread them dying together
She went to her side - a weapon? No, maybe where she came from, but not now. He can sympathize.
Though her speech is odd and he's a tad suspicious, his face softens quickly.]
...Sorry, I'm keeping a running tally of how long it takes me being here before I get jumped by something.
[He can't blame her for coming in from the cold as he searches his pack for something to light the fire.]
I'm not looking for a fight if you aren't looking to start one.
no subject
I'm not looking for a fight either, my apologies if it seemed that way. I act only out of reflex in an unfamiliar situation.
[She hesitates.] Would it be best if I were to find some other shelter? I don't wish to intrude.
no subject
[The second question makes him pause as he checks his tablet, shaking his head.] This place is the best I've found around this area. Maybe the only livable place. I wouldn't like your chances trying to find somewhere else to hole up before it gets too dark.
no subject
[She looks towards the door. It remains cold out, and there's no doubt about it getting later in the day even as they speak, but Lucina is certain she can fend for herself. It would take more than weather to do her in, she's sure.]
I'm confident I can take care of myself, even in a situation such as this.
no subject
[It reminds him too much of Tau Volantis, how you could easily catch your death from the cold alone if you weren't prepared. He picks up his helmet, the inside LEDs coming to life at a touch.]
I needed a whole insulated suit to survive in a place like this before I got here. Even if you could brave the cold, you wouldn't find shelter in time before it all locked up.
[He shakes his head.]
I've had worse bunkmates. You're free to stay here for the night. And hey, if we get the fire going, it might even be comfortable.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)