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?
If we run into a monster, there won't be a damn thing we can do. You're not sticking around just so you can die with me. [Shepard's voice hardens. Not as much as it can - it's not that's an order, Lawson yet - but it's hinting at the option. She wouldn't be so quick to resort to it, but she's running on combat mode now. She's pretty much being doing that since her arrival. Sooner or later it was bound to show.]
They brought me back once, they won't let it all get wasted. And let's be honest... [She stares down at her immobile legs, and thinks about how much more effective Joker would've been in this situation. Teach her a thing or two.] They can't fuck it up much worse next time.
[ Miranda can see the practicality in that, and she's always been ruthlessly practical. It still doesn't sit right, the same way cutting and running instead of joining the Alliance's war effort hadn't. Sometimes practicality took a back seat, and they weren't orders.
Not yet. ]
-Of course, Shepard, I'll do what I have to do. Maybe you'll have better luck next time and only lose your memories of here.
Now let's get your things and get out of this hellhole before some mad scientist takes that as a challenge.
[Thank goodness, that worked. Though Shepard imagines that Miranda is perfectly capable of saying one thing then doing another, at the moment of truth. She's not beyond doing that herself... but she takes what she can get.
She nods, bracing herself for the indignity of being picked up and lugged around. This isn't going to be fun.] You really wanna have to go through explaining the alternate universes thing again? [Only after the joke leaves her mouth does she realize that it was a really bad one to make, and tries not to cringe.]
Just - throw me over your shoulder. I'll think light thoughts.
[ Not a conversation Miranda's keen on repeating, ever; if anyone else they know - from either version of their universe - is abducted here, Shepard can handle that talk. She's better at not unsettling people, at least. ]
Come on, then.
[ Nothing for it but to do it. Miranda grabs Shepard and holds still, testing her balance - she still hasn't found anything better than the heels - and takes a deep breath. It is going to be a long day. ]
[It's a shit joke considering what both of them have been subsisting on in the city, but Shepard has got to say something as she gets hauled off her feet. She trusts Miranda implicitly, but she feels so , so - broken, like this. It's supposed to be she who carries others. Always has been.]
How many hours are a few? [Implicit trust, but she's not sure she can handle put up with this helpless feeling for very long.] You sure you'll - we'll make it all the way before nightfall?
Diet tips? I was thinking about cybernetics improvements.
[ She could get advice from the Hamada kid. Use carbon fiber this time. Miranda still hasn't quite given up on the idle fantasy of getting into the labs of whoever was in charge here and having a go at the equipment; as project lead, she'd picked up enough that she has confidence in her ability to do something productive with it.
The thought may keep her going as she struggles under Shepard's weight, unused to being the one dragging the injured across the battlefield. ]
At normal speed, three hours, perhaps. We'll make it in time.
[Shepard is still trying to be lighthearted here, if she can't do light-bodied, so she snorts.] You thinking of all the bones you didn't get around to replacing last time?
[It might sound like snarking. She hopes her voice conveys that that isn't the case - she'd never resented what the Lazarus Project involved, when it was that or being dead - but it's a little hard when she's jarring over Miranda's shoulder, trying not to be a sack of potatoes. Knowing she's got three hours of this to look forward to... and after that, god knows.]
Damn. [The tight curse escapes her before she can help it.] If only I had a gun, at least I could cover your back... [Not from this position she couldn't, but it's nice to dream.]
There's always room for improvement, even if it was damned good work.
[ Well, there's nothing for it but to move. Miranda takes off across the snow at a steady pace, not trying to rush it; it's more important to save energy and not give out halfway through. There's half a second's thought to Shepard's comfort, as well, but it's not a high priority. If she is who she says she is, she can take a little jostling just fine. ]
Just keep an eye out; it's not likely a gun would do anything to them.
It was damned good work, [Shepard agrees, quietly, because her tone is serious enough there that she thinks Miranda might feel awkward about it. Like this can get any more awkward. But it's an encouraging thing to think. You did right by me once, Lawson...
She grits her teeth. Not one peep of distress is going to escape, no matter how much she's jostled.]
Maybe we just haven't found the right gun yet, [she muses, because in her lives Shepard had seen some amazing things get reckoned with with the right gun.] Just add the Normandy's research lab to the list of things we could really use right now...
[ Miranda doesn't really need the encouragement but she'll take it where she gets it. Having someone here who doesn't hate her is still something of a novelty, especially given that Shepard knows her real name. ]
I admit I'm curious how they'd respond to something like the Cain.
[ Bonus: firing a small nuke at anything in this place would be incredibly satisfying. It's possible Miranda's fantasized about this before. ]
[Shepard laughs a little. She's rather fond of firing small nukes herself. The sound gets a little hitch in her breath when they go over a particularly tough bit of ground, Miranda's shoulder digging under her sternum, but it escapes and she can't help it. Anatomy.]
Or that Particle Beam we used in the Collectors' base... hell of a thing.
[We. Miranda was there. Some Miranda. Maybe it's a character flaw, but Shepard just doesn't manage to draw these kind of lines.]
[ Miranda doesn't apologize, but she does pause to readjust to something hopefully more comfortable.
She was at the collector base in her own universe, too, holding the biotic barrier against the collector swarms. She'd been there for almost everything. ]
Why not go all out? If we're dreaming, an orbital bombardment with the Thanix ought to take care of the problem.
[If only she could do a damn thing beyond mumble her thanks and keep on trying to be a comfortable weight. Is there such a thing as a comfortable burden? She ain't heavy, she's my...]
We'll get there someday. [Miranda probably would, and probably should, call her out on her ridiculous optimistic promises. But they did just talk about the suicide mission that no one died on, so.] Get those bastards, whoever they are, like we got everyone else.
[ The timeline is one of the more jarring differences between them. The last time Miranda had seen Shepard he was still clinging to that stubborn hope, too, but they'd suffered so many losses in the war. Miranda could barely remember the person she'd been in those first joyous hours following the suicide mission that wasn't.
Now she remembers the word that the Crucible wasn't firing and the wave of color in the sky that could have meant anything.
If Miranda's voice is weak when she answers, it's probably because of Shepard's weight and nothing else. ]
If you are Shepard, you'll figure something out. You always do. And I'll be cheerfully backing you up this time.
If you are Shepard. Well, she'd kind of walked right into that one. And it's doubly painful when Miranda says it while she is still carrying Shepard's dead weight across the frozen city, like she's willing to take this chance but it had damn well better be worth it...
Somehow between that and the weird fading note in Miranda's voice, Shepard quietly says the one thing she probably shouldn't.]
You think there's a limit on the amount of times someone can pull these kind of things off?
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They brought me back once, they won't let it all get wasted. And let's be honest... [She stares down at her immobile legs, and thinks about how much more effective Joker would've been in this situation. Teach her a thing or two.] They can't fuck it up much worse next time.
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Not yet. ]
-Of course, Shepard, I'll do what I have to do. Maybe you'll have better luck next time and only lose your memories of here.
Now let's get your things and get out of this hellhole before some mad scientist takes that as a challenge.
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She nods, bracing herself for the indignity of being picked up and lugged around. This isn't going to be fun.] You really wanna have to go through explaining the alternate universes thing again? [Only after the joke leaves her mouth does she realize that it was a really bad one to make, and tries not to cringe.]
Just - throw me over your shoulder. I'll think light thoughts.
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[ Not a conversation Miranda's keen on repeating, ever; if anyone else they know - from either version of their universe - is abducted here, Shepard can handle that talk. She's better at not unsettling people, at least. ]
Come on, then.
[ Nothing for it but to do it. Miranda grabs Shepard and holds still, testing her balance - she still hasn't found anything better than the heels - and takes a deep breath. It is going to be a long day. ]
-I don't think the thoughts are working.
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[It's a shit joke considering what both of them have been subsisting on in the city, but Shepard has got to say something as she gets hauled off her feet. She trusts Miranda implicitly, but she feels so , so - broken, like this. It's supposed to be she who carries others. Always has been.]
How many hours are a few? [Implicit trust, but she's not sure she can handle put up with this helpless feeling for very long.] You sure you'll - we'll make it all the way before nightfall?
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[ She could get advice from the Hamada kid. Use carbon fiber this time. Miranda still hasn't quite given up on the idle fantasy of getting into the labs of whoever was in charge here and having a go at the equipment; as project lead, she'd picked up enough that she has confidence in her ability to do something productive with it.
The thought may keep her going as she struggles under Shepard's weight, unused to being the one dragging the injured across the battlefield. ]
At normal speed, three hours, perhaps. We'll make it in time.
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[It might sound like snarking. She hopes her voice conveys that that isn't the case - she'd never resented what the Lazarus Project involved, when it was that or being dead - but it's a little hard when she's jarring over Miranda's shoulder, trying not to be a sack of potatoes. Knowing she's got three hours of this to look forward to... and after that, god knows.]
Damn. [The tight curse escapes her before she can help it.] If only I had a gun, at least I could cover your back... [Not from this position she couldn't, but it's nice to dream.]
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[ Well, there's nothing for it but to move. Miranda takes off across the snow at a steady pace, not trying to rush it; it's more important to save energy and not give out halfway through. There's half a second's thought to Shepard's comfort, as well, but it's not a high priority. If she is who she says she is, she can take a little jostling just fine. ]
Just keep an eye out; it's not likely a gun would do anything to them.
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She grits her teeth. Not one peep of distress is going to escape, no matter how much she's jostled.]
Maybe we just haven't found the right gun yet, [she muses, because in her lives Shepard had seen some amazing things get reckoned with with the right gun.] Just add the Normandy's research lab to the list of things we could really use right now...
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I admit I'm curious how they'd respond to something like the Cain.
[ Bonus: firing a small nuke at anything in this place would be incredibly satisfying. It's possible Miranda's fantasized about this before. ]
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Or that Particle Beam we used in the Collectors' base... hell of a thing.
[We. Miranda was there. Some Miranda. Maybe it's a character flaw, but Shepard just doesn't manage to draw these kind of lines.]
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She was at the collector base in her own universe, too, holding the biotic barrier against the collector swarms. She'd been there for almost everything. ]
Why not go all out? If we're dreaming, an orbital bombardment with the Thanix ought to take care of the problem.
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We'll get there someday. [Miranda probably would, and probably should, call her out on her ridiculous optimistic promises. But they did just talk about the suicide mission that no one died on, so.] Get those bastards, whoever they are, like we got everyone else.
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Now she remembers the word that the Crucible wasn't firing and the wave of color in the sky that could have meant anything.
If Miranda's voice is weak when she answers, it's probably because of Shepard's weight and nothing else. ]
If you are Shepard, you'll figure something out. You always do. And I'll be cheerfully backing you up this time.
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Somehow between that and the weird fading note in Miranda's voice, Shepard quietly says the one thing she probably shouldn't.]
You think there's a limit on the amount of times someone can pull these kind of things off?
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It's not like you to doubt.
[ There's something accusatory there, buried deep. ]
But who knows. Maybe your counter reset when the rest of you did.