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 voice startles him, and he might have let out an embarrassing squawk of surprise. Quickly, he turns to face her—eyes wide with fright—before he calms himself. His eyes fall to the mace in her hand, having not a single clue what that could even be, but assumes the way she's holding it might mean it's not friendly.]
N-no one! I--well, I... guess myself. Anyroad, I hadn't known anyone else was here, let alone a—[he gives her a glance over. Her attire is a little odd, but with the climate how it is, he can scarcely blame her! The rest of her is a little strange too, but beggars can hardly be choosers!]—lovely maiden such as yourself!
[He offers her a smile, as charming of one he can offer while still being a little shaken from her sudden intro.]
I am Emmanellain de Fortemps, and who might you be, my lady?
[He really hopes she puts down the mace, not knowing what horrors that small spray bottle could do is rather intimidating...]
[ Well, now she feels vaguely silly. This person is 1) definitely not Handsome Jack, and 2) not really very threatening at all as far as she can tell. Vaguely shamefaced, she puts the mace aside and offers a cautious smile. ]
Sorry. I'm Angel! Did you honestly not know there was someone here? The fire is...
[ She gestures at it vaguely. And awkwardly. Because, you know. It. It's right there. ]
[However, when she brings up the fact that the fire is lit, he stops, looks at the fire and stares for a moment...]
...Yes, that it is.
[Realizing how stupid he just made himself look, he turns back and shrugs, trying to play it smooth.]
I suppose I should have thought of that, but this cold has me frozen to the bone, I suppose my gratefulness for the fire left me bereft of realizing the cause!
[Or maybe he's just lacking in the common sense department, that's far more probable.]
A gratefulness that is owed to you, Lady Angel, for without this fire I might yet still be naught more than an icicle!
[ She turns her head to look over her shoulder to make sure her wings haven't been returned when he mentions the aptness of her name. Nope. THEN WHAT???? SHE DOESN'T GET IT. WOW WEIRD EARS GUY, U CRAY.
She actually brightens up and smiles properly when he mentions the cold, though, because she is a dork and has no idea how weird that makes her look. I MEAN because she now gets to help someone! YAY! ]
Oh! If you're having trouble with the cold, I can help! A friend of mine taught me some things. About how - [what was the term, again?] - um, Tiberius monks keep their as-- their butts from freezing.
[Sorry angel, that was his lame way of trying to low-key flirt. Ignore him, he's a loser.
When she brightens, however, he feels a little more at ease, like he might actually be getting somewhere! I mean, of course he is, he's smooth as ice! Especially when she continues on, and says... what she says. His eyebrows raise a bit as he smiles broadly.]
Can you now, old girl? I do know of a few ways a pair of people can fend off the briskness of winter together—but if you have your own method, I have naught against you showing me.
[Which, he's regrettably getting his hopes up for, because it involves keeping his butt warm, so CLEARLY this is going places. Halone has blessed him, he's sure of it!]
[ And she's removing her backpack. Clearly the first stop to getting naked, right? Like, really super naked.
Except no she's just pulling out a hideously-neon yellow t-shirt that looks at least a size too small for Emmanellain and holding it out towards him like it's made of gold. ]
Here, put this on! The key is layering. Even really thin layers! It really does help to keep you warm.
[He watches with due interest as she removes her backpack. Oh yes, this is going places, places he likes, and places he probably has never been before BUT PLACES ALL THE BLOODY SAME!
What in the name of the Fury is that? He stares at the shirt as if it's some sort of Allagan puzzle that his simple noble brain cannot pick apart even if he spent a thousand summers at the task. His face eventually settles on something far less enthused than it was before, one could only ponder as to why.]
—Oh... Oh, yes! Of course... layering, that—certainly does fight off the cold. H-however, I scarcely wish to pilfer any of your articles from you [at least in this lame way] so perhaps you should keep it, just in case you may need it later! Mayhap the fire and your company will fend off my further freezing!
[That, and he hardly wants to wear that ugly thing, the color is rather unpleasant, and the cold is almost preferable in comparison.]
Aye, I am full sure, worry not old girl, this coat is far warmer than it may appear.
[So he says, and it is to an extent... but more layers would be smarter, even if not the most stylish thing. We clearly see what kind of man Emmanellain is.]
That is a predicament...
[A beat as he brings a hand to his chin...]
Well! We will cross that bridge when it comes, for now we should make due with the heat from the fire. Have you searched the rest of the house? Perhaps there might yet be some manner of coverlet that we might use to warm ourselves. Should worse come to worse, shared body heat makes for a great means to survive in such travailing times.
[Yeah, he's just coming right out and saying it. It's not like it isn't true, after all!!]
[ uMMMMM. Even Angel "raised all alone in a bunker lol what is flirting" Nolastname is starting to kind of maybe slightly get what might be going on here. Perhaps. A bit. ]
I've... been doing just fine without sharing body heat so far. Don't worry, it's not that bad.
[Look, if the kid knew how to be subtle, he'd definitely do so, but he's tactless and kind of dumb, so it's a small surprise that even someone like Angel might pick up on his shitty advances.
And it might not be entirely because of how real his thirst is, it's kind of a good distraction from the really scary situation he's found himself in. If not for flirting with a pretty girl, he'd be drowning himself in booze, but alas, there is none to be found.]
You have been very fortunate then! [read as: unfortunate] Perhaps when things get a little colder I will take you up on that offer.
[BORROW? Yeah we'll see about that!! He shrugs, before shaking his head.]
'Tis a shame that these cottages aren't better equipped for such weather, but if this place's fate is aught like Coerthas, perhaps they were not ready for such weather.
[He honestly thought he got drunk and got lost out in the Western Highlands when he first arrived here... took him a little bit to realize that was not the case. So, after a full blown panic attack, and some fleeing and cowering, probably a little crying, he found this house here...]
[ Tactless? Dumb? HEAVEN FORFEND ANYONE SAY SUCH THihahahahahaha no I can't even type it hahahah no. Bless him.
Angel breathes a little sigh of relief (moreso for him than herself, what with her dad's penchant for strangling the everliving frick out of anyone who so much as glances in her direction for too long) and finally shoves the shirt back into her bag. FAREWELL, NEON MONSTROSITY. ]
Coerthas? I don't know that [planet? country? small hamlet???] place. Sorry. I haven't been here long - a week?
Some people have been here for much longer. Approaching fifty days, I think.
[ Meaning settle your butt, dude, you could be here for the long haul. ]
Oh—it's a region. The Holy See of Ishgard is within its boundaries, which is the city state I hail from.
[He says it all as if he's gloating, and maybe he is a little. He is the son of one of the four high houses, after all! And that is something worth gloating over. Or, at least, he thinks so.
But when she goes on... about how long she's been here, and how long others have, any gloating, or preening he might have been doing (or totally was doing) wilts. Instead, it's steadily replaced by a horrified expression. Sure, whatever, a few days in the snow that's fine, he can deal with that! It sucks, but he'll survive probably!
But 50 days. Nearly two moons stuck in this snowy hell? That is unacceptable.]
That's... awful. Nay, that's terrible! Fifty days? Fifty days... And I hadn't seen one tavern or pub here, neither! How is a man to survive this frosty hell for so long without even a single sip of ale for due comfort!
[Yes, that's his concern. Sure, he doesn't like being in the cold, but how is this medieval french elf noble going to get his drink on to cope!?
He starts to pace a little in front of the fire.]
Pray tell me I merely missed the tavern on my way in—there...there has to be one! I cannot hope to survive in this veritable hell if there is not. 'Tis cruel beyond measure to think of such a reality.
I think somebody found a whole bottle of wine, once?
[ Because there's certainly no tavern here that she's seen on any of the maps. No bars. No clubs with slot machines and dancing robots. Zip. ZILCH. She's seen a few people bemoaning that, at least, so she supposes his reaction isn't too weird?
It's still pretty weird, though. Like 30% weird. Priorities, man. ]
And, um. You might have some luck if you keep trying the... "convenience store?" You can find food there, so, um.
[Sure, wine is better than nothing, but one whole bottle being found once in the span of two moons is hardly a comfort. He stops his pacing, placing both hands on his hips as he sighs, shaking his head. What is he to do? He can't live like this! Sure, he can endure the cold, he's had to for the last five turns back home, but he at least had some comfort!]
Halone show mercy... I will try the convenience store and pray. Otherwise, this is a cruel jest and I fear I am not laughing.
[He honestly looks pained by this news, it's simply ghastly that he might be bereft of one of his favorite hobbies!]
So... anyroad, where do people go, then? If not the tavern...
[He's assuming the convenience store, but that doesn't sound like the usual social hub... honestly, it doesn't sound like anything he's heard of, for all he knows, it may very well be the Place 2 Be in this frozen wasteland.]
That's... quite the question. There aren't that many of us present here, so meeting up can be, um. A little rare.
A whole bunch of us met up by accident a while ago, though! Me and Biff and Rhys and Dumpy and Al and K-- Kain and just a whole bunch of people. That was cool.
[ And of course, they all met up in the most hip and happening social hangout in Norfinbury. THE place to be. The kind of joint that has people lining up outside the doors waiting to get in! SO COOL. ]
It was at - um, I think I heard someone call it the "crazy cat lady house." There were so many litterboxes.
[Sorry he's from fantasy land, and while they have airships, and even mechanical turrets because why not, litterboxes aren't likely a thing they have. Or if they do, they probably call it something different. Either way, he's raising an eyebrow at her, because regardless of whether he knows what the hell that is, he does understand "crazy cat lady" well enough, and that sounds kind of lame.]
So... let me get this straight. There's no ale, no taverns, and hardly any people? This place really is a hell. Have I died? Is that how I ended up here? I'd like to think I would have ended up in Halone's Halls... and not here...
[He lets out a dramatic sigh, letting his arms go limp at his sides as his head hangs a little. Sure, there's this pretty girl here, but everything else sounds absolutely dreadful!]
Do not misunderstand, I am full sure that any meeting here would be rather cool, regardless of whose house held such a meeting--considering the circumstances--but I fear I won't last long here with how painfully horrible it all sounds.
[Why yes, he did indeed take cool literally, because what is modern slang? He hasn't the foggiest!]
Hey, don't be upset! If you don't remember dying, then you're probably not dead. A lot of people here aren't.
[ What a comforting sentiment that makes no unfortunate implications about Angel's own state at all! ENJOY YOUR NOT-ZOMBIE, BUDDY.
Meanwhile Angel would pat him on the head if she weren't like a foot shorter than he is. She raises a hand, realises the logistical problems here and lets it drop. ]
There, there.
[ A++++++++. ]
I'm sure you'll be fine! When I came here everybody said I wasn't going to last, but I'm doing really well! So I'm sure you will too.
[But, would someone remember dying if they weren't conscious for it? What if he got drunk, stumbled out of Ishgard, passed out somewhere, and got eaten by a Dravanian!? That's an entirely possible situation here!
Though he does pause for a moment, before looking at her. The implication with her attempts to soothe him are... worrying. Sure, her encouragements about him being able to last are nice, but his mind is stuck on something she's said.
He looks at her, eyes slightly squinted as if trying to find the answer to spell itself out on her face.]
Wait a moment... A lot of the people here aren't? Which would imply—
[His eyes widen a bit with the realization, but then confusion clouds his features. If some are dead, and some aren't... then that must mean—]
—are the others zombies!?
[The undead certainly are a plague back home, so it wouldn't be so farfetched...]
[ Ok there's that one guy who claims to be a skeleton, but that's sort of irrelevant and also not exactly the same thing. Probably. Are skeletons just super advanced zombies?
A question for the ages. ]
Some people were dead before they got here, and now they aren't! But not everyone, so that seems to indicate that this isn't some kind of bizarre afterlife. It's all still a puzzle at the moment! It's kind of exciting.
[The last thing he needs is a bunch of iced-over zombies trying to eat his pretty face! However, it is a little perplexing that there are those who should be dead, but aren't. Idly, he thinks of... nay, he tosses the thought aside, he would not be so lucky.
Though for now, he's ignoring her uncertainty on the zombies, and running with the idea THAT MAYBE THEY AREN'T A THING, because that makes him feel safer.]
A puzzle, hm? I cannot say I am against a good mystery, would the circumstances not so dire, however.
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N-no one! I--well, I... guess myself. Anyroad, I hadn't known anyone else was here, let alone a—[he gives her a glance over. Her attire is a little odd, but with the climate how it is, he can scarcely blame her! The rest of her is a little strange too, but beggars can hardly be choosers!]—lovely maiden such as yourself!
[He offers her a smile, as charming of one he can offer while still being a little shaken from her sudden intro.]
I am Emmanellain de Fortemps, and who might you be, my lady?
[He really hopes she puts down the mace, not knowing what horrors that small spray bottle could do is rather intimidating...]
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[ Well, now she feels vaguely silly. This person is 1) definitely not Handsome Jack, and 2) not really very threatening at all as far as she can tell. Vaguely shamefaced, she puts the mace aside and offers a cautious smile. ]
Sorry. I'm Angel! Did you honestly not know there was someone here? The fire is...
[ She gestures at it vaguely. And awkwardly. Because, you know. It. It's right there. ]
...um, lit.
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[However, when she brings up the fact that the fire is lit, he stops, looks at the fire and stares for a moment...]
...Yes, that it is.
[Realizing how stupid he just made himself look, he turns back and shrugs, trying to play it smooth.]
I suppose I should have thought of that, but this cold has me frozen to the bone, I suppose my gratefulness for the fire left me bereft of realizing the cause!
[Or maybe he's just lacking in the common sense department, that's far more probable.]
A gratefulness that is owed to you, Lady Angel, for without this fire I might yet still be naught more than an icicle!
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[ She turns her head to look over her shoulder to make sure her wings haven't been returned when he mentions the aptness of her name. Nope. THEN WHAT???? SHE DOESN'T GET IT. WOW WEIRD EARS GUY, U CRAY.
She actually brightens up and smiles properly when he mentions the cold, though, because she is a dork and has no idea how weird that makes her look. I MEAN because she now gets to help someone! YAY! ]
Oh! If you're having trouble with the cold, I can help! A friend of mine taught me some things. About how - [what was the term, again?] - um, Tiberius monks keep their as-- their butts from freezing.
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When she brightens, however, he feels a little more at ease, like he might actually be getting somewhere! I mean, of course he is, he's smooth as ice! Especially when she continues on, and says... what she says. His eyebrows raise a bit as he smiles broadly.]
Can you now, old girl? I do know of a few ways a pair of people can fend off the briskness of winter together—but if you have your own method, I have naught against you showing me.
[Which, he's regrettably getting his hopes up for, because it involves keeping his butt warm, so CLEARLY this is going places. Halone has blessed him, he's sure of it!]
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[ And she's removing her backpack. Clearly the first stop to getting naked, right? Like, really super naked.
Except no she's just pulling out a hideously-neon yellow t-shirt that looks at least a size too small for Emmanellain and holding it out towards him like it's made of gold. ]
Here, put this on! The key is layering. Even really thin layers! It really does help to keep you warm.
[ So
she's actually proposing getting, like
anti-naked. UR WELCOME ]
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What in the name of the Fury is that? He stares at the shirt as if it's some sort of Allagan puzzle that his simple noble brain cannot pick apart even if he spent a thousand summers at the task. His face eventually settles on something far less enthused than it was before, one could only ponder as to why.]
—Oh... Oh, yes! Of course... layering, that—certainly does fight off the cold. H-however, I scarcely wish to pilfer any of your articles from you [at least in this lame way] so perhaps you should keep it, just in case you may need it later! Mayhap the fire and your company will fend off my further freezing!
[That, and he hardly wants to wear that ugly thing, the color is rather unpleasant, and the cold is almost preferable in comparison.]
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[ She is so concerned, Tall Ears Fella. IT MUST BE COLD UP THERE IN THE SKY WHERE YOUR HEAD IS. ]
I mean, I suppose the fire might help for now. I don't know how long it'll keep going, though. Since I don't have anything to fuel it further.
[ Except the shirt, but that would be such a waste of a fine-quality garment!! ]
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[So he says, and it is to an extent... but more layers would be smarter, even if not the most stylish thing. We clearly see what kind of man Emmanellain is.]
That is a predicament...
[A beat as he brings a hand to his chin...]
Well! We will cross that bridge when it comes, for now we should make due with the heat from the fire. Have you searched the rest of the house? Perhaps there might yet be some manner of coverlet that we might use to warm ourselves. Should worse come to worse, shared body heat makes for a great means to survive in such travailing times.
[Yeah, he's just coming right out and saying it. It's not like it isn't true, after all!!]
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I've... been doing just fine without sharing body heat so far. Don't worry, it's not that bad.
I, um, do have a sheet. If you want to borrow it.
[ BORROW
NOT SHARE
JSYK ]
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And it might not be entirely because of how real his thirst is, it's kind of a good distraction from the really scary situation he's found himself in. If not for flirting with a pretty girl, he'd be drowning himself in booze, but alas, there is none to be found.]
You have been very fortunate then! [read as: unfortunate] Perhaps when things get a little colder I will take you up on that offer.
[BORROW? Yeah we'll see about that!! He shrugs, before shaking his head.]
'Tis a shame that these cottages aren't better equipped for such weather, but if this place's fate is aught like Coerthas, perhaps they were not ready for such weather.
[He honestly thought he got drunk and got lost out in the Western Highlands when he first arrived here... took him a little bit to realize that was not the case. So, after a full blown panic attack, and some fleeing and cowering, probably a little crying, he found this house here...]
...So, how long have you been here?
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Angel breathes a little sigh of relief (moreso for him than herself, what with her dad's penchant for strangling the everliving frick out of anyone who so much as glances in her direction for too long) and finally shoves the shirt back into her bag. FAREWELL, NEON MONSTROSITY. ]
Coerthas? I don't know that [planet? country? small hamlet???] place. Sorry. I haven't been here long - a week?
Some people have been here for much longer. Approaching fifty days, I think.
[ Meaning settle your butt, dude, you could be here for the long haul. ]
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[He says it all as if he's gloating, and maybe he is a little. He is the son of one of the four high houses, after all! And that is something worth gloating over. Or, at least, he thinks so.
But when she goes on... about how long she's been here, and how long others have, any gloating, or preening he might have been doing (or totally was doing) wilts. Instead, it's steadily replaced by a horrified expression. Sure, whatever, a few days in the snow that's fine, he can deal with that! It sucks, but he'll survive probably!
But 50 days. Nearly two moons stuck in this snowy hell? That is unacceptable.]
That's... awful. Nay, that's terrible! Fifty days? Fifty days... And I hadn't seen one tavern or pub here, neither! How is a man to survive this frosty hell for so long without even a single sip of ale for due comfort!
[Yes, that's his concern. Sure, he doesn't like being in the cold, but how is this medieval french elf noble going to get his drink on to cope!?
He starts to pace a little in front of the fire.]
Pray tell me I merely missed the tavern on my way in—there...there has to be one! I cannot hope to survive in this veritable hell if there is not. 'Tis cruel beyond measure to think of such a reality.
[Someone needs a sippy cup of mead...]
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Well.
I think somebody found a whole bottle of wine, once?
[ Because there's certainly no tavern here that she's seen on any of the maps. No bars. No clubs with slot machines and dancing robots. Zip. ZILCH. She's seen a few people bemoaning that, at least, so she supposes his reaction isn't too weird?
It's still pretty weird, though. Like 30% weird. Priorities, man. ]
And, um. You might have some luck if you keep trying the... "convenience store?" You can find food there, so, um.
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[Sure, wine is better than nothing, but one whole bottle being found once in the span of two moons is hardly a comfort. He stops his pacing, placing both hands on his hips as he sighs, shaking his head. What is he to do? He can't live like this! Sure, he can endure the cold, he's had to for the last five turns back home, but he at least had some comfort!]
Halone show mercy... I will try the convenience store and pray. Otherwise, this is a cruel jest and I fear I am not laughing.
[He honestly looks pained by this news, it's simply ghastly that he might be bereft of one of his favorite hobbies!]
So... anyroad, where do people go, then? If not the tavern...
[He's assuming the convenience store, but that doesn't sound like the usual social hub... honestly, it doesn't sound like anything he's heard of, for all he knows, it may very well be the Place 2 Be in this frozen wasteland.]
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A whole bunch of us met up by accident a while ago, though! Me and Biff and Rhys and Dumpy and Al and K-- Kain and just a whole bunch of people. That was cool.
[ And of course, they all met up in the most hip and happening social hangout in Norfinbury. THE place to be. The kind of joint that has people lining up outside the doors waiting to get in! SO COOL. ]
It was at - um, I think I heard someone call it the "crazy cat lady house." There were so many litterboxes.
[ oh ]
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[Sorry he's from fantasy land, and while they have airships, and even mechanical turrets because why not, litterboxes aren't likely a thing they have. Or if they do, they probably call it something different. Either way, he's raising an eyebrow at her, because regardless of whether he knows what the hell that is, he does understand "crazy cat lady" well enough, and that sounds kind of lame.]
So... let me get this straight. There's no ale, no taverns, and hardly any people? This place really is a hell. Have I died? Is that how I ended up here? I'd like to think I would have ended up in Halone's Halls... and not here...
[He lets out a dramatic sigh, letting his arms go limp at his sides as his head hangs a little. Sure, there's this pretty girl here, but everything else sounds absolutely dreadful!]
Do not misunderstand, I am full sure that any meeting here would be rather cool, regardless of whose house held such a meeting--considering the circumstances--but I fear I won't last long here with how painfully horrible it all sounds.
[Why yes, he did indeed take cool literally, because what is modern slang? He hasn't the foggiest!]
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[ What a comforting sentiment that makes no unfortunate implications about Angel's own state at all! ENJOY YOUR NOT-ZOMBIE, BUDDY.
Meanwhile Angel would pat him on the head if she weren't like a foot shorter than he is. She raises a hand, realises the logistical problems here and lets it drop. ]
There, there.
[ A++++++++. ]
I'm sure you'll be fine! When I came here everybody said I wasn't going to last, but I'm doing really well! So I'm sure you will too.
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[But, would someone remember dying if they weren't conscious for it? What if he got drunk, stumbled out of Ishgard, passed out somewhere, and got eaten by a Dravanian!? That's an entirely possible situation here!
Though he does pause for a moment, before looking at her. The implication with her attempts to soothe him are... worrying. Sure, her encouragements about him being able to last are nice, but his mind is stuck on something she's said.
He looks at her, eyes slightly squinted as if trying to find the answer to spell itself out on her face.]
Wait a moment... A lot of the people here aren't? Which would imply—
[His eyes widen a bit with the realization, but then confusion clouds his features. If some are dead, and some aren't... then that must mean—]
—are the others zombies!?
[The undead certainly are a plague back home, so it wouldn't be so farfetched...]
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[ Ok there's that one guy who claims to be a skeleton, but that's sort of irrelevant and also not exactly the same thing. Probably. Are skeletons just super advanced zombies?
A question for the ages. ]
Some people were dead before they got here, and now they aren't! But not everyone, so that seems to indicate that this isn't some kind of bizarre afterlife. It's all still a puzzle at the moment! It's kind of exciting.
[ angel pls go, ]
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[The last thing he needs is a bunch of iced-over zombies trying to eat his pretty face! However, it is a little perplexing that there are those who should be dead, but aren't. Idly, he thinks of... nay, he tosses the thought aside, he would not be so lucky.
Though for now, he's ignoring her uncertainty on the zombies, and running with the idea THAT MAYBE THEY AREN'T A THING, because that makes him feel safer.]
A puzzle, hm? I cannot say I am against a good mystery, would the circumstances not so dire, however.