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 response to the door opening? It startled a short laugh from the younger Stark girl, as she set hands against her hips, looking her sister up and down. It let her take a moment to wrangle back the urge to simply sob, to lose any composure, as well as to make sure she wasn't injured.]
Honestly Sansa, would you apologize for breathing someone else's air? [Hiding emotion behind teasing like when they were younger, but not with any bite, a rough sort of affection in her tone as she simply reached out to take Sansa's hand in hers to pull her inside.
Where her hands were rough, calloused from practice, from fighting, from survival, her sister's was soft. It reassured her somewhat that she'd not been enduring like this for too long, She certainly had her own trials to deal with, trapped with the Lannisters, in the den of snakes that was King's Landing, but something told Arya that her sister was better suited to navigating those dangers than the dangers of the world at large.]
Honestly, get in here before all the warmth gets out.
[Gods be good, this cannot be so. She stares, even with the door hanging open. Unable to move, it takes effort to even speak. Sansa thought her dead, and while she is older and rougher, there is no mistaking that the slight girl in front of her is, indeed, Arya Stark.]
Your hair! [It is a silly thing to say, even more so as the first thing to say to her, but once she speaks, her senses come back to her. Pushing the door closed behind her, the dark haired girl returns back to her sister. It is slow at first, and while they argued and fought for most of their lives, to have her near again.]
You are really here. [It isn't a question, though she is unsure of it. But Arya is alive. Her hands curl at her sides before she's moving to wrap them around her. It is emotion born from relief, from familiarity.]
[It was a silly thing to say, it was such a Sansa thing to say that it had tears pricking at Arya's eyes, a hot lump in her throat no matter how she swallowed. They argued and fought so much back home, and here and now, after everything that had happened, how... small and insignificant those feuds seemed! Arya was just glad to see her sister again, alive and well.]
It's all the rage across the Narrow Sea. [An attempt at some form of humor, some lightness to the situation, something to try and keep a veil of normalcy. Not that it lasted long, when Sansa's arms shifted around her she just tucked right in, her own arms going around her older sister in a tight, breathless embrace, needing the physical confirmation that she was here, that she was really here.]
The Narrow Sea? [And yet it makes sense. No one in Westeros can find her, because she is no longer in Westeros. It only makes her tug on her sister a little harder, grief that she has buried for so long rising up. She has not cried in some time, tears too often a sign of weakness.
But here, with her little sister, it is hard not to feel the burning in her eyes. Not when she hasn't seen her since before Joffrey took their father's head.]
What happened? What happened to you? They all said you must be dead.
[She couldn't bring herself to let go in the least, just staying tucked in against her sister, arms tight around her.]
I ran. Hid. When things were calmer I escaped with Yoren and his Night's Watch recruits. [She hated that she'd run, that she'd abandoned her sister, but... she knew that if she'd gone back that they'd both have been prisoners. That if they did escape, Sansa might not have survived.]
You didn't-- [She smooths over her hair, trying to smile. It is not likely Arya would have lived long in the capitol, between what Joffrey did to Sansa in court and the way Cersei circled her constantly. It tested her, taught her to become a better liar, to hone her manners and use her kindness to her advantage instead of twisting it into a naivety.]
I am glad to see you alive, Arya. That is all that matters.
[Arya would have been dead long before this point, there was no way she would stay silent as her sister was harassed and abused by the Lannisters. She didn't understand the need for manners, for staying her temper in the face of someone she hated so much harming someone she loved. It was better she escaped when she did, and for all of her regrets, she did know that.]
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snowblindmemes2015-05-12 07:10 am
Two /SCREEEE IT'S A SANSA 8DDDD
Honestly Sansa, would you apologize for breathing someone else's air? [Hiding emotion behind teasing like when they were younger, but not with any bite, a rough sort of affection in her tone as she simply reached out to take Sansa's hand in hers to pull her inside.
Where her hands were rough, calloused from practice, from fighting, from survival, her sister's was soft. It reassured her somewhat that she'd not been enduring like this for too long, She certainly had her own trials to deal with, trapped with the Lannisters, in the den of snakes that was King's Landing, but something told Arya that her sister was better suited to navigating those dangers than the dangers of the world at large.]
Honestly, get in here before all the warmth gets out.
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Your hair! [It is a silly thing to say, even more so as the first thing to say to her, but once she speaks, her senses come back to her. Pushing the door closed behind her, the dark haired girl returns back to her sister. It is slow at first, and while they argued and fought for most of their lives, to have her near again.]
You are really here. [It isn't a question, though she is unsure of it. But Arya is alive. Her hands curl at her sides before she's moving to wrap them around her. It is emotion born from relief, from familiarity.]
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It's all the rage across the Narrow Sea. [An attempt at some form of humor, some lightness to the situation, something to try and keep a veil of normalcy. Not that it lasted long, when Sansa's arms shifted around her she just tucked right in, her own arms going around her older sister in a tight, breathless embrace, needing the physical confirmation that she was here, that she was really here.]
I... I missed you so much.
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But here, with her little sister, it is hard not to feel the burning in her eyes. Not when she hasn't seen her since before Joffrey took their father's head.]
What happened? What happened to you? They all said you must be dead.
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I ran. Hid. When things were calmer I escaped with Yoren and his Night's Watch recruits. [She hated that she'd run, that she'd abandoned her sister, but... she knew that if she'd gone back that they'd both have been prisoners. That if they did escape, Sansa might not have survived.]
...I'm sorry I left you there.
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I am glad to see you alive, Arya. That is all that matters.
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You as well. I... I've missed you so much.