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 tension drains from her, and she smiles at him as she leans against the table. If she has to be trapped in a cabin the whole night with someone, it might as well be a friend.
He's panting, though, and she's not sure if he was just trying to find a place to stay before everything locks up, or if he'd been running from something.
She tucks her hair behind her ear, her head tilting slightly.]
Ye-Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. [ Even as he says that, he's still catching breath. He's also pretty sure he already heard the click of the lock setting in place only seconds after he closed the door behind him. Close... Way too close. But he'd made it... Momentarily, he finally pushes off from where he'd been previously hunched over with his hand on his knees.
No, instead, he's got his back against the door, hand carding through his hair; he closes his eyes, trying to dial down the adrenaline. Then cracks an eye open again soon after to study her before his attention lands on the can sitting on the table. ] You need some help with that? [ He knows how much of a pain they are to deal with... Just... give him another moment. ]
[He'd made it just in time. Tifa hadn't realized how late it was already. She takes a few steps forward as he tries to catch his breath, then shakes her head at his question.]
Maybe you should sit down first.
[They're stuck there the whole night, after all, so it's not like there's any rush. She shoots him a smile.]
At least we found somewhere nice to stay.
[The lack of mold is a definite plus. And a working fireplace with wood!]
Heh... Yeah. [ He nods at the fireplace in emphasis. ] Makes you feel like you're in a five star inn. [ There's a hint of a cheeky smile as he finally pushed off the door. Seriously, Tif. He's alright. Just winded.
And as if to further make that point, he's already beelining for the cans while waving her off. ] But seriously, I got this! [ He shucks off his pack on the chair she offered before looking around for... Oh! Taking that can, he'll be crossing over to kneel by the fireplace... and start scraping the top of the can against the stone roughly. Never mind the sudden annoying noise. ]
[Zack is an awesome person to have around, especially in a situation like these, because he's so consistently optimistic. And his smile is pretty infectious.
And then he starts... Scraping the can against the fireplace? And Tifa bursts out laughing as she joins him.]
What are you doing?
[Is this some secret SOLDIER technique to open cans or something? The noise is horrific.]
[ He-Hey! Is she seriously laughing at him!? Zack grunts out in dismay: ] Opening it! Just give me a bit!
[ Judge him all you want, Tifa! HE'S GOT THIS! It just might.... take... a bit longer.... ] Almost.... there.... [ He speeds up the pace impatiently, but he doesn't account for his awkward hold on it. A hold that ends up releasing it by accident and the can goes clattering across the floor. Zack, himself, jolts as he tries to catch it, but he's not fast enough. ]
As the can goes skittering away from them, Tifa covers her mouth with a hand to try to muffle her giggling. It's a complete failure. You are a mess, Zack.]
No, no! I got this! [ HE IS NOT A MESS, OKAY, COME ON. HAVE A LITTLE MORE FAITH IN HIM.
He's going to just... recollect that can he'd been working on. And start again. Not so fast this time! Patience! Patience.... which is sometimes really hard when you're hungry and dinner's a can opener away. This is the part where he is so glad no one's spilled on the 'puppy' nickname because he's certain he would be hearing about it right then.
But after another minute, he finally turns the can upright and squeezes. ...Then squeezes again-- Too hard! The lid goes popping off higher than expected, colliding with his cheek before dropping to the floor. He starts down at it with an embarrassed frown. ]
[Alright, alright, she's watching patiently. And she's impressed when it seems like he's got it, until the lid smacks him in the face. Tifa bites her lip and tenses her shoulders to keep from laughing. It's a good effort, except it's totally obvious that's exactly what she's doing. When she finally trusts herself to speak, she smiles at him again.]
You did it!
[Although maybe they should find another method for the other cans.]
[ So obvious. So, so obvious she's laughing. But then can he really blame her? No, not really. Norfinbury isn't exactly sunshine and rainbows. He shakes himself out of that pout and aims something of a smile to her. ]
Of course. Nothing to it. [ He holds out the can back to her. Hey, they're her rations. She gets first dibs. ]
[If only Tifa knew about the nickname. She'd understand exactly where it came from.
She accepts the can from gratefully. It's chicken soup, the type that looks amazing on the label and tastes completely disappointing, but beggars can't be choosers. After a bite or two, she offers it back to him.]
What kept you out so late?
[He made it in before the doors locked by the skin of his teeth.]
[ HE IS SO, SO HAPPY SHE DOESN'T KNOW IT. Watch Kunsel blow his cover.
As it stands though, he'll be thankful when she hands it back to him. Being around for a good month now and a year's run around before then has taught him to appreciate he even has a meal, even if it's a cool, disgusting one.
He takes a sip or two, himself, wary and careful not to take it from a sharp side. Thankfully, that opening method leaves little in that sense at least. At her question, he quirks a brow before swallowing down dinner. ]
Eh, just got a little more sidetracked than I expected. [ He's also been dealing with this persistent ache since a few weeks back, but details. ] Was trying to find something decent to take a wack at these monsters with. [ A grin fits him then. ] Wanna see?
[Tifa hasn't been at as much of a disadvantage as the others. Using weapons just feels awkward to her, but they need any defense they can get. You'd think an abandoned small town would have more weapons and tools lying around, but they've been scarce. She nods enthusiastically in response.]
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Sure!
[The tension drains from her, and she smiles at him as she leans against the table. If she has to be trapped in a cabin the whole night with someone, it might as well be a friend.
He's panting, though, and she's not sure if he was just trying to find a place to stay before everything locks up, or if he'd been running from something.
She tucks her hair behind her ear, her head tilting slightly.]
Are you okay?
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No, instead, he's got his back against the door, hand carding through his hair; he closes his eyes, trying to dial down the adrenaline. Then cracks an eye open again soon after to study her before his attention lands on the can sitting on the table. ] You need some help with that? [ He knows how much of a pain they are to deal with... Just... give him another moment. ]
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Maybe you should sit down first.
[They're stuck there the whole night, after all, so it's not like there's any rush. She shoots him a smile.]
At least we found somewhere nice to stay.
[The lack of mold is a definite plus. And a working fireplace with wood!]
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And as if to further make that point, he's already beelining for the cans while waving her off. ] But seriously, I got this! [ He shucks off his pack on the chair she offered before looking around for... Oh! Taking that can, he'll be crossing over to kneel by the fireplace... and start scraping the top of the can against the stone roughly. Never mind the sudden annoying noise. ]
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And then he starts... Scraping the can against the fireplace? And Tifa bursts out laughing as she joins him.]
What are you doing?
[Is this some secret SOLDIER technique to open cans or something? The noise is horrific.]
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[ Judge him all you want, Tifa! HE'S GOT THIS! It just might.... take... a bit longer.... ] Almost.... there.... [ He speeds up the pace impatiently, but he doesn't account for his awkward hold on it. A hold that ends up releasing it by accident and the can goes clattering across the floor. Zack, himself, jolts as he tries to catch it, but he's not fast enough. ]
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As the can goes skittering away from them, Tifa covers her mouth with a hand to try to muffle her giggling. It's a complete failure. You are a mess, Zack.]
Maybe we should just use the knife.
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He's going to just... recollect that can he'd been working on. And start again. Not so fast this time! Patience! Patience.... which is sometimes really hard when you're hungry and dinner's a can opener away. This is the part where he is so glad no one's spilled on the 'puppy' nickname because he's certain he would be hearing about it right then.
But after another minute, he finally turns the can upright and squeezes. ...Then squeezes again-- Too hard! The lid goes popping off higher than expected, colliding with his cheek before dropping to the floor. He starts down at it with an embarrassed frown. ]
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You did it!
[Although maybe they should find another method for the other cans.]
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Of course. Nothing to it. [ He holds out the can back to her. Hey, they're her rations. She gets first dibs. ]
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She accepts the can from gratefully. It's chicken soup, the type that looks amazing on the label and tastes completely disappointing, but beggars can't be choosers. After a bite or two, she offers it back to him.]
What kept you out so late?
[He made it in before the doors locked by the skin of his teeth.]
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Watch Kunsel blow his cover.As it stands though, he'll be thankful when she hands it back to him. Being around for a good month now and a year's run around before then has taught him to appreciate he even has a meal, even if it's a cool, disgusting one.
He takes a sip or two, himself, wary and careful not to take it from a sharp side. Thankfully, that opening method leaves little in that sense at least. At her question, he quirks a brow before swallowing down dinner. ]
Eh, just got a little more sidetracked than I expected. [ He's also been dealing with this persistent ache since a few weeks back, but details. ] Was trying to find something decent to take a wack at these monsters with. [ A grin fits him then. ] Wanna see?
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What is it?