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?
He tilts his head, not sure that a talking cat is what she needs right now. He prefers to let people know slowly, unless they're particularly open to the idea or just plain obnoxious.
He comes around to her side and wedges his head under her rib. He wants her to roll over.
It's hard to know if the cat does understand, though Shepard feels safe going with the theory that he isn't just a regular old cat. No regular olds here. Even a smart cat will do, she thinks as she strains not to panic at her situation. A smart cat could bring someone else. If there is anyone else.
"You want me to - flip?" The fact that it wants something and can express as much bodes well. With a small grunt, Shepard follows instructions, rolling onto her stomach. Maybe he plans to walk on her back. She'll take even a cat's plan right now.
Once she's on her stomach he races off down the hall, seemingly abandoning her.
It's a few minutes before he returns, announced by a stuttering squeak of wheels. He's found an autopsy table, and is pushing it down the hall as best a cat is able to do. The table itself is rather high, but he just has to hope she's strong enough to climb up there. Without his normal powers there isn't a lot more he can do for her.
It's a kind of hell, just lying there, practically immobilized and waiting for something shorter than her knee to help her out. Shepard breathes in and out, trying to keep her heart steady. Smart cat, it's a smart cat...
When she cranes her neck up and sees the table, she lets out a long sigh of relief. Smart cat. "Quick thinking. Knew I could count on you," she commends him like she would a crewmate. "Keep back for a second, so I don't fall on you - "
She's definitely strong enough to haul herself up, but with the wheels, the table slips when she leans on it and doesn't offer great leverage. Fix it in a corner, she thinks, starting to push and crawl and push. Hard going, but she wants the helpful cat to see she's pitching in on the effort. That she's worth helping.
Under normal circumstances, he would watch. These circumstances, however, are downright infuriating. Were he able to use his powers as normal he could heal her legs, or simply will the table into place, or any number of other useful things. Instead he is stuck no more powerful than any mortal cat in the realm.
So he trots forward to push the table for her, muttering angrily under his breath as he goes.
At first, Shepard is too focused on crawling and maneuvering the table to notice. Once they've shoved it into place and she's catching her breath, though, she gives the cat an odd look. Maybe she's just hearing things. That'd be pretty typical Norfinbury.
"If you can talk, it'd be nice to know," she says as she gets a grip on the metal frame again. "Don't want to offend you with 'who's a good kitty'." It's easier to pull now, and with concentrated effort, she makes progress on getting on the table.
Knew it. It might be weird - cat and all - but Shepard is relieved to hear that she actually has a conversational partner. Nothing gives her hope and courage like the sound of another's voice. Nothing's worse than what you face alone.
"You've helped a lot already. Thanks," she assures him now that she's sure he can understand it. "The table's a good call, if we can move it." She's perched on it awkwardly now, and can move some by pushing herself off the wall, but maneuverability isn't great.
"You'd - " she grunts with effort as she pushes off the wall. He's helping, but he is still just a cat, in terms of weight and strength, and she's also starting to worry about running him over. "You'd be amazed at what - people have - not believed about me before."
She's got to stop and breathe for a moment. Her time in Norfinbury has really not been great for her combat fitness.
"You mind going ahead for a moment and seeing if there are any stairs between here and the exit?" Maybe he already knows. Maybe that's what he meant. Maybe she's screwed.
"There are," he informs her, giving the impression that if he could sigh tiredly he would. This place is very irritating, and he can feel that something here wants him to leave.
Shepard stops. Not for long, she thinks - never, ever stop for long, rule one. But she's got to try and think. She glances down at the cat, unable to stop herself from a pointless hope.
"They let you keep the talking," she points out, hoping that isn't a really rude thing to say to a talking cat. But then, if she did offend him, could she be further screwed than she already is? "Sure you got nothing else?" Maybe because he's just a cat, the powers that be might've gotten sloppy...
Crestfallen though she is by the news, Shepard does take a moment to sympathize. "Makes you want to punch something, doesn't it? Or bite it." Her biotic talents wouldn't have been a lot of help here, but that doesn't mean she doesn't miss at least the ability to knock down some walls with a thought.
"I can slide down some stairs sitting down," she concludes after a moment. "Or crawl up some, if I have to. I won't blame you if you'd rather go for safety than stick around for that, though."
The Cat, being the stunning conversationalist that he is, takes this opportunity to begin cleaning his tail. This doesn't seem to impede his ability to talk, strangely enough.
"I am not overly concerned with my own safety, though I do not think we will enjoy the consequences if either of us stays in this place for too long."
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He comes around to her side and wedges his head under her rib. He wants her to roll over.
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"You want me to - flip?" The fact that it wants something and can express as much bodes well. With a small grunt, Shepard follows instructions, rolling onto her stomach. Maybe he plans to walk on her back. She'll take even a cat's plan right now.
going with hospital morgue for convenience's sake
It's a few minutes before he returns, announced by a stuttering squeak of wheels. He's found an autopsy table, and is pushing it down the hall as best a cat is able to do. The table itself is rather high, but he just has to hope she's strong enough to climb up there. Without his normal powers there isn't a lot more he can do for her.
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When she cranes her neck up and sees the table, she lets out a long sigh of relief. Smart cat. "Quick thinking. Knew I could count on you," she commends him like she would a crewmate. "Keep back for a second, so I don't fall on you - "
She's definitely strong enough to haul herself up, but with the wheels, the table slips when she leans on it and doesn't offer great leverage. Fix it in a corner, she thinks, starting to push and crawl and push. Hard going, but she wants the helpful cat to see she's pitching in on the effort. That she's worth helping.
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So he trots forward to push the table for her, muttering angrily under his breath as he goes.
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"If you can talk, it'd be nice to know," she says as she gets a grip on the metal frame again. "Don't want to offend you with 'who's a good kitty'." It's easier to pull now, and with concentrated effort, she makes progress on getting on the table.
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"You've helped a lot already. Thanks," she assures him now that she's sure he can understand it. "The table's a good call, if we can move it." She's perched on it awkwardly now, and can move some by pushing herself off the wall, but maneuverability isn't great.
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"I do not believe you will be able to leave this building."
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She's got to stop and breathe for a moment. Her time in Norfinbury has really not been great for her combat fitness.
"You mind going ahead for a moment and seeing if there are any stairs between here and the exit?" Maybe he already knows. Maybe that's what he meant. Maybe she's screwed.
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"At least I can get you that far."
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Shepard stops. Not for long, she thinks - never, ever stop for long, rule one. But she's got to try and think. She glances down at the cat, unable to stop herself from a pointless hope.
"They let you keep the talking," she points out, hoping that isn't a really rude thing to say to a talking cat. But then, if she did offend him, could she be further screwed than she already is? "Sure you got nothing else?" Maybe because he's just a cat, the powers that be might've gotten sloppy...
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"I have claws and teeth, nothing more."
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"I can slide down some stairs sitting down," she concludes after a moment. "Or crawl up some, if I have to. I won't blame you if you'd rather go for safety than stick around for that, though."
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"I am not overly concerned with my own safety, though I do not think we will enjoy the consequences if either of us stays in this place for too long."