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?
[She never did well in the cold, and this place had a lot of it. As her luck would have it, though, here she'd found herself a nice place to hole up out of the cold. The door was shut securely behind her, and she was taking a moment to rest, leaning against the door that was now between her and the elements outside.
With a sigh, Kuvira stepped away from the door and made her way deeper into the house, casting a cursory glance around to see what the place had to offer. Fully intact so far, and she planned to start a fire and settle down as soon as she finished looking around.
The kitchen was searched next, which lead to little more than frustrated disappointment. It was certainly starting to become a trend. Slowly she started to make her way back through the house, heading for the room with the fire place...when she swore she heard something--someone--else.
Kuvira halted, listening, attention completely focused on the sound she'd just heard. Was that the door? Or was someone else already in here? Whichever it was, she wasn't going to let them remain unknown, deciding to cautiously track down where the noise had come from.
So maybe she was a little jumpy, but she didn't have any intention to attack. Yet.]
[Groot has been in this house for hours, as it turns out. As much as he loathes to admit it, the cold of this place - especially the frigid temperatures outside - really sap him of his strength.
D'ast. It's times like these that he wishes he was an evergreen.
His massive form has been hunched over the shabby couch in the living room for some time now, trying to save up what strength he can for when he actually needs it. Groot had been hesitant to light a fire, for fairly obvious reasons, so he's just been sitting there quietly, waiting for his sap to thaw out a bit. It isn't really surprising that Kuvira hadn't noticed him at first - it's dark, and without the need to breathe, he's making no noise at all.
He hears her, though. The noise that draws her attention to him is the loud creak of his wooden neck, as he looks up at the human girl, a look of distaste upon his face. Slowly, he stands up. At ten feet tall, he strikes an imposing figure.
He makes no move against Kuvira just yet, though. He only speaks three simple words:]
[At first she has no idea how to react beyond surprise and confusion when she first sees Groot. For a moment she wonders if she's seriously gone insane, seeing spirits in a place like this.
As he stands, and she takes a single step back to give him space, she gets a better look at him. He has a different presence then what she's used to when dealing with spirits, so she begins to assume maybe he's not. Which leads her to her next question: What, exactly, was it-him? She wasn't even sure.
Clearly the cold was getting to her, failing to notice him til now.
She remains where she is, watching Groot carefully for any signs of real hostility as he speaks. Nothing, and his statement makes her pause.]
I apologize, I was unaware this cabin was occupied.
He's pretty sure he could take the human in a straight-up fight, even weakened as he is from the cold. But doing so would doubtlessly exert a lot of energy - energy he might require later on, if he intends to survive.
Which means that, for now, they've got a truce. He isn't about to take his eyes off of her - she wouldn't be the first to try and turn him into firewood in this place -but he isn't going to try and kick her out, at least.
Eventually, Groot speaks again:]
I AM GROOT.
[He motions toward the kitchen. There's some food in there, if she wants it. He's got no need for such things.]
[She had no intention of even trying to take Groot on in a fight, she can't bend, and while she might be faster, he more than likely would be stronger. And have much better reach.
So, truce it was. The last thing she needed was injuries added to the plethora of problems she already had.
Then he speaks again, the same statement, if not with a slightly different tone. She notices his motion, glancing in the direction he gestured out of the corner of her eye, still keeping him in sight.
She nods before taking a few steps backwards, before turning and making her way into the kitchen. The food that's eventually found is a welcome sight, and Kuvira stores what can be kept long among her supplies before returning.]
[ Sleep is for the night, and the cold; the day is for movement, scavenging, Lexa carefully keeping track of her steps as she looks for the next place to stay, or circles back to the last. (She won't be trapped out after dark again.) Lexa sleeps in cupboards or under bed when she can, cocooned in blankets and curled tightly into the small space. Even if someone were to peer into the dark of her hidey holes, she wouldn't look like more than a bundle of rags. But there's a danger to keeping to herself, doing this alone: she's overslept.
Panic flutters in her chest at the realization, and she rolls out from under the bed, starts to untangle herself from the rough material she was wrapped in, and fold it back into a bundle she can tie to her back. Her movements prioritize speed over stealth, because she's probably lost half the day already. Quietly, she curses herself for being so weak.
And then again for stupidity, when her canny ears hear the tread of another person outside. Lexa looks up, frozen, the black warpaint smeared over her eyes making her for all the world like a raccoon caught rummaging in the pantry. But the moment Kuvira comes into view, Lexa drops into a defensive crouch. ]
[She didn't know what to expect, she hadn't seen anyone for days. Just before she enters the area Lexa had hidden herself away in, she pauses, wondering if she really wants the answer to her question.
Better to know then get attacked from behind when she least expected it. So she rounds the corner, searching, catching sight of the other woman almost instantly. Lexa's stance causes Kuvira's own to stiffen as she watches, waiting to see if she'd attack.]
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Kuvira | Legend of Korra
[She never did well in the cold, and this place had a lot of it. As her luck would have it, though, here she'd found herself a nice place to hole up out of the cold. The door was shut securely behind her, and she was taking a moment to rest, leaning against the door that was now between her and the elements outside.
With a sigh, Kuvira stepped away from the door and made her way deeper into the house, casting a cursory glance around to see what the place had to offer. Fully intact so far, and she planned to start a fire and settle down as soon as she finished looking around.
The kitchen was searched next, which lead to little more than frustrated disappointment. It was certainly starting to become a trend. Slowly she started to make her way back through the house, heading for the room with the fire place...when she swore she heard something--someone--else.
Kuvira halted, listening, attention completely focused on the sound she'd just heard. Was that the door? Or was someone else already in here? Whichever it was, she wasn't going to let them remain unknown, deciding to cautiously track down where the noise had come from.
So maybe she was a little jumpy, but she didn't have any intention to attack. Yet.]
Wildcard.
[Bring it on~]
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D'ast. It's times like these that he wishes he was an evergreen.
His massive form has been hunched over the shabby couch in the living room for some time now, trying to save up what strength he can for when he actually needs it. Groot had been hesitant to light a fire, for fairly obvious reasons, so he's just been sitting there quietly, waiting for his sap to thaw out a bit. It isn't really surprising that Kuvira hadn't noticed him at first - it's dark, and without the need to breathe, he's making no noise at all.
He hears her, though. The noise that draws her attention to him is the loud creak of his wooden neck, as he looks up at the human girl, a look of distaste upon his face. Slowly, he stands up. At ten feet tall, he strikes an imposing figure.
He makes no move against Kuvira just yet, though. He only speaks three simple words:]
I am Groot.
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As he stands, and she takes a single step back to give him space, she gets a better look at him. He has a different presence then what she's used to when dealing with spirits, so she begins to assume maybe he's not. Which leads her to her next question: What, exactly, was it-him? She wasn't even sure.
Clearly the cold was getting to her, failing to notice him til now.
She remains where she is, watching Groot carefully for any signs of real hostility as he speaks. Nothing, and his statement makes her pause.]
I apologize, I was unaware this cabin was occupied.
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He's pretty sure he could take the human in a straight-up fight, even weakened as he is from the cold. But doing so would doubtlessly exert a lot of energy - energy he might require later on, if he intends to survive.
Which means that, for now, they've got a truce. He isn't about to take his eyes off of her - she wouldn't be the first to try and turn him into firewood in this place -but he isn't going to try and kick her out, at least.
Eventually, Groot speaks again:]
I AM GROOT.
[He motions toward the kitchen. There's some food in there, if she wants it. He's got no need for such things.]
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So, truce it was. The last thing she needed was injuries added to the plethora of problems she already had.
Then he speaks again, the same statement, if not with a slightly different tone. She notices his motion, glancing in the direction he gestured out of the corner of her eye, still keeping him in sight.
She nods before taking a few steps backwards, before turning and making her way into the kitchen. The food that's eventually found is a welcome sight, and Kuvira stores what can be kept long among her supplies before returning.]
Thank you.
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Panic flutters in her chest at the realization, and she rolls out from under the bed, starts to untangle herself from the rough material she was wrapped in, and fold it back into a bundle she can tie to her back. Her movements prioritize speed over stealth, because she's probably lost half the day already. Quietly, she curses herself for being so weak.
And then again for stupidity, when her canny ears hear the tread of another person outside. Lexa looks up, frozen, the black warpaint smeared over her eyes making her for all the world like a raccoon caught rummaging in the pantry. But the moment Kuvira comes into view, Lexa drops into a defensive crouch. ]
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Better to know then get attacked from behind when she least expected it. So she rounds the corner, searching, catching sight of the other woman almost instantly. Lexa's stance causes Kuvira's own to stiffen as she watches, waiting to see if she'd attack.]
I have no intention of hurting you.
[Not unless she's attacked first.]