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 had been a stupid idea to wander about in the snow. Warrick blamed the stupidity entirely on whatever flight of imaginative fancy had persuaded him that he'd heard something besides the howl of wind that had persisted for the past few days. A voice. Someone calling out. A connection to someone or something real - besides him - that existed in this void of white. He'd wanted it badly enough to trek out into the blinding snow and look for footprints or scratch marks on trees or anything at all to tell him he wasn't crazy, and now it was getting darker and colder (as if that were even possible) and the tracks he'd made in the drifts had long since filled with new snow, obliterating his retreat.
He'd probably die out here. Well good. It would save him the agony of starving to death or losing his toes to frostbite if he simply froze to death. Bit cowardly to lie down in the snow and succumb, though there wouldn't be anyone to witness it. Warrick struggled on stubbornly instead, chin tucked down against the bite of the wind, which was probably why he almost bumped into the walls of the cabin before he noticed it.
"Oh, thank Christ," he muttered to himself as tapped at the solid logs, beyond the point of caring whether this was a cold-induced hallucination or not. He'd rather freeze to death in illusory comfort, if that were an option. And it seemed that it might be.
From the flickering of shadow behind the frosted windows, there might even be a light source somewhere within, and light meant heat. Stumbling with the eagerness to get inside, he trekked around the small shack until he found the door and then flung himself at it.
Will startled at the sudden, heavy pound at the door, quickly bringing himself to his feet, steel poker gripped tightly in his hand. Another one of his hallucinations -- perhaps one of Randall Tier, in all his bestial glory, attacking him once again in such a similar setting -- or was there something actually out there? Someone, he hoped, rather fervently. He didn't have the resources to deal with wild creatures. No gun, not even an attack dog in the form of the tiniest stray he had rescued.
Will let the blanket around his shoulders fall to the ground as he warily made his way to the door. Should he attempt to further barricade it or not? Looking out the windows was no good, because the perpetual snow storm outside meant everything was just a blanket of white. He bit his lower lip, worrying at it as he thought. If he were a person on the other side, he'd be desperate to get in, of course. No doubt about it. If he were an assailant on the other side, he'd be too panicked and cold to really assail. Will had the distinct advantage; warm limbs, steel that could easily double as a weapon, a calm mind from having been in the safety and warmth of the cabin for long enough.
Whatever was outside didn't sound like a creature, anyway. Not if it was drawn to the cabin, and not if he couldn't hear snarling and growling.
Will made his decision. After a few seconds, he finally pulled the door open, stepping back a little and holding an arm up to shield his face from the elements threatening to burst through the newly-opened door. Chilling, biting, lifeless cold, seeking out new territory to entrench itself into, and here Will was, letting it and a potential stranger in. Well, he had made worse decisions in his life.
A puff of warm air hit Warrick's face as the door swung open and he had to sigh and close his eyes and revel it for a few scant seconds. Perhaps he wouldn't be dying today after all. He opened his eyes, saw the man and the steel poker and reconsidered.
"...If you plan to bludgeon me to death, could you perhaps wait until I've got the feeling back in my limbs? It'll be much more effective then, promise." Hm...slurred vowels, no shivering. Not a very good sign, if he remembered his stages of hypothermia correctly. He looked hopefully past the stranger into the cabin. Was that a fire? Blankets, in a heap on the floor? God, what would he do for a blanket right now? Any number of entirely shameless things.
The wind dumped a fresh layer of snowflakes onto his head and Warrick blinked them from his eyelashes and offered a frozen approximation of a smile. "Sorry to bother you, but I'm p-perishing cold." Ah, there. A shudder. The blast of heat from the open door must be doing him some good. "Could I come in?"
Will's features rearranged themselves into a reciprocating smile, the expression made slightly off by a sort of bitterness to the twist of his lips. Did he look like someone who could bludgeon somebody to death, even to a stranger, or was that a joke? He decided to take it as the latter, carefully looking over the man before he gave any reply. To say that the stranger was freezing was quite possibly an understatement; he looked as though he would keel over and die if he stayed out there for another fifteen minutes. Or perhaps freeze in place, a morbid eternal statue and warning sign for those to come. Lucky for him that he had found this cabin, then.
He stepped aside, giving the newcomer ample space to come in, arm still raised as flecks of snow peppered and gathered along the creases of his shirt. He had taken off his coat and left it to dry by the fire. "If you're not terrified of me bludgeoning you. Maybe make it fast." Because any heat that was building up inside the cabin was quickly dissipating with every second the door remained open.
"As fast as I can," Warrick managed to gasp before wobbling on his feet and stumbling inside. The door swung shut behind him, muting the howl of the wind and the silence was startling. It was like stepping into an SMS trial for a second, his senses shutting off one by one and leaving him feeling disconnected from himself.
He got about five steps in, desperately trying to get to the fireplace so he could...do irrational things, like stick his hands into the flame to see if that might make them feel like they belonged to his body again. Luckily, he collapsed onto his knees before he got that far.
Will gently toed away some of the snow invading the cabin before turning to see how far the other man had made it. Not very far at all before he had buckled and collapsed, evidently. Hardly a good sign, and concern spread across Will's face. He would greatly prefer it if he didn't have to be stuck with a corpse for the next... however long it took for the snowstorm to blow over. And if it was within his power to help the stranger, Will would put his all into it, even if the man wasn't a stray to collect and wash down and give shelter to. Not really.
He set aside the steel poker, leaning it against the wall before he knelt down next to the man, offering an arm and a shoulder. "Up you get. I'm not quite sure I can carry you very far," he confessed, intending to haul him back onto his feet. Carrying a grown man might be slightly undignified, anyway. Talking to him would hopefully also help, in case he had any intention of suddenly losing consciousness.
Warrick held his fingers up to his mouth and huffed softly on them, trying to get some colour back into the white, bloodless tips. He hadn't dared put them in his mouth to warm them while he was outside, knowing the dampness would make things a hundred times worse, but it had been tempting. He spared a glance for the man crouching next to him, offering his arm like Warrick was a fragile damsel in need of gentlemanly assistance. Well perhaps he was, in a way. He almost laughed at the thought.
"Mm, likely not," he replied, resting a bit of his weight uncertainly on the stranger's shoulder and letting him lever him up once more into a more dignified position. "You're American. How strange. I've not met an American for ages. Not met anyone for ages, actually."
Will took the remark in without much comment, and focused on taking the man's weight on his shoulder, instead. Once he seemed stable, he walked him over to the fire, careful to avoid the blankets for now. It wouldn't do to have them be soaked through, like how Will's clothes were being soaked through right now, the man's body freezing where it was pressed against his own.
The stranger appeared to be babbling.
"A side-effect of the snow and isolation, I suspect. It warps time." He'd never have guessed that there could've been a more bizarre reason for his accent being unfamiliar -- he wasn't at all surprised to hear a British one, after all.
He stood there for a moment, letting them both soak in the heat of the fire before he started to untangle himself from the stranger's limbs, almost seeming apologetic about it. "I'm afraid you'll have to at least take off your shoes and outer layers. It'll do you good in the long run."
Heat leaving the stretch of his side, cooler air flowing in through the gaps between their bodies. A distressed noise escaped Warrick's lips before he could even think about it, and even afterwards he couldn't bring himself to care enough to be embarrassed.
He did start fumbling with the buttons on his coat though. It was a bit of a lost cause, with the numbness and the increasing tremors shaking his shoulders and jolting his hands at the wrists. "S-sorry," he said, teeth beginning to chatter as the warmth of the fire reminded his struggling hypothalamus that his core temperature ought to be higher than this. "I c-can't quite manage..."
Though he could kick his snowy shoes off, useless as they were for the weather. He'd have to scavenge for better ones if he ever made it out of here.
Will gave the man a look that resembled something akin to patient understanding. The stranger's hands were shaking violently, fingers too cold and numb to work at anything, which was all expected enough. Will inclined his head slightly, as if considering for a few seconds, before he reached out to assist. He had invited the man in, and it was more awkward than Will could bear, watching him struggle with his clothes as he did.
Unbuttoning his coat was easy, and Will even went so far as to push it off the man's shoulders once all the buttons had been taken care of. "No need to apologize. You can make it up to me at a later date." It was said rather wryly, because he didn't think the stranger had anything to offer, anyway. They both had no possessions about them. Both stuck in this cabin, hiding away.
He monitored the stranger, and a small smile fought its way onto his features. "You'll have to put up with being cold for a little while longer. Slow-going is better in a situation like this. Please don't stick your hands into the fire." A combination of his famed empathy and guesswork at a natural human urge.
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He'd probably die out here. Well good. It would save him the agony of starving to death or losing his toes to frostbite if he simply froze to death. Bit cowardly to lie down in the snow and succumb, though there wouldn't be anyone to witness it. Warrick struggled on stubbornly instead, chin tucked down against the bite of the wind, which was probably why he almost bumped into the walls of the cabin before he noticed it.
"Oh, thank Christ," he muttered to himself as tapped at the solid logs, beyond the point of caring whether this was a cold-induced hallucination or not. He'd rather freeze to death in illusory comfort, if that were an option. And it seemed that it might be.
From the flickering of shadow behind the frosted windows, there might even be a light source somewhere within, and light meant heat. Stumbling with the eagerness to get inside, he trekked around the small shack until he found the door and then flung himself at it.
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Will let the blanket around his shoulders fall to the ground as he warily made his way to the door. Should he attempt to further barricade it or not? Looking out the windows was no good, because the perpetual snow storm outside meant everything was just a blanket of white. He bit his lower lip, worrying at it as he thought. If he were a person on the other side, he'd be desperate to get in, of course. No doubt about it. If he were an assailant on the other side, he'd be too panicked and cold to really assail. Will had the distinct advantage; warm limbs, steel that could easily double as a weapon, a calm mind from having been in the safety and warmth of the cabin for long enough.
Whatever was outside didn't sound like a creature, anyway. Not if it was drawn to the cabin, and not if he couldn't hear snarling and growling.
Will made his decision. After a few seconds, he finally pulled the door open, stepping back a little and holding an arm up to shield his face from the elements threatening to burst through the newly-opened door. Chilling, biting, lifeless cold, seeking out new territory to entrench itself into, and here Will was, letting it and a potential stranger in. Well, he had made worse decisions in his life.
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"...If you plan to bludgeon me to death, could you perhaps wait until I've got the feeling back in my limbs? It'll be much more effective then, promise." Hm...slurred vowels, no shivering. Not a very good sign, if he remembered his stages of hypothermia correctly. He looked hopefully past the stranger into the cabin. Was that a fire? Blankets, in a heap on the floor? God, what would he do for a blanket right now? Any number of entirely shameless things.
The wind dumped a fresh layer of snowflakes onto his head and Warrick blinked them from his eyelashes and offered a frozen approximation of a smile. "Sorry to bother you, but I'm p-perishing cold." Ah, there. A shudder. The blast of heat from the open door must be doing him some good. "Could I come in?"
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He stepped aside, giving the newcomer ample space to come in, arm still raised as flecks of snow peppered and gathered along the creases of his shirt. He had taken off his coat and left it to dry by the fire. "If you're not terrified of me bludgeoning you. Maybe make it fast." Because any heat that was building up inside the cabin was quickly dissipating with every second the door remained open.
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He got about five steps in, desperately trying to get to the fireplace so he could...do irrational things, like stick his hands into the flame to see if that might make them feel like they belonged to his body again. Luckily, he collapsed onto his knees before he got that far.
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He set aside the steel poker, leaning it against the wall before he knelt down next to the man, offering an arm and a shoulder. "Up you get. I'm not quite sure I can carry you very far," he confessed, intending to haul him back onto his feet. Carrying a grown man might be slightly undignified, anyway. Talking to him would hopefully also help, in case he had any intention of suddenly losing consciousness.
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"Mm, likely not," he replied, resting a bit of his weight uncertainly on the stranger's shoulder and letting him lever him up once more into a more dignified position. "You're American. How strange. I've not met an American for ages. Not met anyone for ages, actually."
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The stranger appeared to be babbling.
"A side-effect of the snow and isolation, I suspect. It warps time." He'd never have guessed that there could've been a more bizarre reason for his accent being unfamiliar -- he wasn't at all surprised to hear a British one, after all.
He stood there for a moment, letting them both soak in the heat of the fire before he started to untangle himself from the stranger's limbs, almost seeming apologetic about it. "I'm afraid you'll have to at least take off your shoes and outer layers. It'll do you good in the long run."
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He did start fumbling with the buttons on his coat though. It was a bit of a lost cause, with the numbness and the increasing tremors shaking his shoulders and jolting his hands at the wrists. "S-sorry," he said, teeth beginning to chatter as the warmth of the fire reminded his struggling hypothalamus that his core temperature ought to be higher than this. "I c-can't quite manage..."
Though he could kick his snowy shoes off, useless as they were for the weather. He'd have to scavenge for better ones if he ever made it out of here.
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Unbuttoning his coat was easy, and Will even went so far as to push it off the man's shoulders once all the buttons had been taken care of. "No need to apologize. You can make it up to me at a later date." It was said rather wryly, because he didn't think the stranger had anything to offer, anyway. They both had no possessions about them. Both stuck in this cabin, hiding away.
He monitored the stranger, and a small smile fought its way onto his features. "You'll have to put up with being cold for a little while longer. Slow-going is better in a situation like this. Please don't stick your hands into the fire." A combination of his famed empathy and guesswork at a natural human urge.