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?
[ Ava had found the house before she'd gotten too cold. She'd come in and wanted nothing more than to start the fire, but her training/instincts/memories convinced her that searching the house was better. She'd heard someone talking downstairs and fear had nearly choked her before she'd pushed it aside. She could handle this. She was a full-fledged S.H.I.E.L.D agent (almost) a meta human who had survived assassins, a mad scientist and having Natasha Romanoff in her head, not to mention public high school. Whatever was down there, she could deal with it. She pushes herself forward toward the stairs, hands crackling with electricity as she creeps down the stairwell. Her eyes go wide and the electricity crackling in her hands arcs from one to the other when she sees Steve there. She doesn't immediately recognize him, but she will in a moment. His face and his status as real, live, superhero is all over her world, but she's never met him in person. ]
Who are you?
[ She doesn't sound hostile. In fact, her voice quavers a little with fear. Her pep talk hadn't been so effective that it had chased away all her fear. She's in a place she doesn't know (a world she doesn't know) without a real memory of how she got here. That fear isn't going away anytime soon. ]
I mean...if this is your house, I'm sorry. It's just cold out and I thought....
[ She backpedals, memories of her days as a homeless teenager creeping in. It's not the first place she's broken into nor is it the first place she's gotten caught in. Sometimes being polite and playing the clueless, teenage girl helps. Of course, that was before she had electricity running through her body and sparking around her hands. She doesn't have enough control yet to smother it when she's afraid though. ]
[Steve tenses and tightens his grip on the table leg when he sees the electricity crackling around her hands. Enhanced or alien, potential threat.
But. Electricity notwithstanding, she doesn't seem very threatening. She's just a girl, a teenager, and she looks scared. She's apologizing.
Making a decision, Steve puts a hand out, palm open, placating. He lowers the table leg slightly, ready to move but trying to look less threatening.]
Hey. It's all right, don't be scared. I'm not gonna hurt you. Not unless you hurt me first, and even then only if it's on purpose.
((OOC: Jsyk, if you apply to the game your character's probably going to have to lose her electricity powers (see "Will my character have their powers?" in the FAQ. Steve, for instance, has lost his super strength, super speed, and super healing... he's basically a large buff dude with combat training, badass but within normal human limits now.
For the thread let's maybe just roll with it, but assume she can no longer do anything with her electricity except put on a light show?))
[ Ava watches his body language with sharp eyes, staying where she's at. It's not until he speaks that she relaxes, shaking her hands out until the electricity is gone. She goes down the steps one at a time, obviously still wary. ]
I'm not going to hurt you. [ Her hands might still tingle a little but touching her won't hurt. As she gets closer, she notices something familiar about him, but still doesn't pick up on who he is without the uniform. ] I'm Ava.
[ ooc: thanks for letting me know! This sounds perfect. I kind of skimmed through things but didn't read near everything I'll need to read in order to app yet. ]
[Steve's shoulders visibly relax as he watches the girl relax and the electricity fades away. As she comes closer, he tucks the table leg up under his left arm and offers his right hand to shake.]
Nice to meet you, Ava. I'm Steve.
...It's not my house; not sure it's anybody's house anymore. Just looking for some shelter. You're welcome to stay here, too, if you like.
((Been spending the past few days reading up on things. There's a LOT, it's kind of intimidating. But it looks hella fun!))
[ Okay. He's relaxing. This is all good. Ava is feeling sure enough about herself here to fight this guy who happens to be a lot bigger than her. He looks like he knows how to handle himself as well.
Then he introduces himself and she's going to try to keep her cool. She knows Natasha (better than either of them would like) and she's met Tony Stark a few times so she's not outright starstruck, but Captain America had been Alex's favorite hero and she understood why. This guy was the real deal. She doesn't exactly know how to broach the subject that she knows who he is and she's not sure how he feels about people knowing who he is so she hesitates, probably looks a little sheepish then nods. ]
Yeah. Thanks. I was going to build a fire. After I looked around, I mean. To make sure that no one was hiding in the closet to kill me.
[ She says it like it's a fact of life, because it has quickly become that for her. ]
[The funny expression on her face after he introduces himself doesn't escape his notice; he's become familiar with the 'OH SHIT CAPTAIN AMERICA' face people get when they recognize him on the street—this looks kinda like that. Which would be interesting, if it's true; no one else in Snowhell has recognized him, as far as he can tell. He's not sure whether to say something, so he just sort of raises his eyebrows at her; she can do whatever she wants with that.
Steve smirks a little at that last; gallows humor has quickly become the only sane response to Norfinbury.]
Good plan, I was about to do the same thing myself. Is the house all clear or do we need to keep looking?
[ She sees the way he raises his eyebrows, like he's waiting for
some sort of explanation so she huffs out a breath. ] You...back
home everyone knows who Captain America is. I--I've never met
you...obviously, I think [ She considers this for a moment before
continuing because he doesn't appear to recognize her at all.] I
live at one of the S.H.I.E.L.D safe houses. They're training me to be an
agent and anyway...I know who you are.
[ Gallows humor is sometimes the only way to survive. She shakes her
head at his question. ]
I've looked in all the rooms, all the closets. Unless there's a hidden
entrance, we're alone here.
[Steve smiles indulgently while she explains herself, then raises his eyebrows, surprised.] You're with S.H.I.E.L.D. [In the next moment he frowns a little, looking concerned.] You look... young.
[Steve nods.] Good enough for me. I might take a look around later, search for useful supplies, but for now... I think there's a fireplace with our name on it. [He jerks his head in that direction, smiling, and heads toward the fireplace.] You want to do the honors, or should I?
[ she shrugs. Her entire body language goes momentarily defensive and her sarcasm is an instint ] What? No one told you that S.H.I.E.L.D had an orphanage department. [ She shakes her head and drops her guard. Her body language softens. She might as well tell him the truth. He's probably got the clearance to see her file if he wanted, you know, if they were still somewhere S.H.I.E.L.D existed.] Same crazy Russian scientist that turned Natasha into...Natasha had me. Coulson and Natasha rescued me. I was eight. I guess they didn't know what else to do with me. Just had my eighteenth birthday a couple of days ago.
[His heart breaks a little as he listens to the rest of her story. He's definitely having a word with Natasha though. Whenever it is he sees her again.
His voice goes soft.]
Working for S.H.I.E.L.D. Is it what you want? Or do just not feel like you have any options?
[ she smiles sympathetically at him. She sees that tension in his jaw. ] I don't think they tell anyone much.
[ She bites her bottom lip, considering his question. ] I used to hate it there. It was like they were doing the same thing to me that Ivan did. They were just nicer about it. That's why I escaped and ran away. [ Though she now knows that Natasha always knew where she was even if everyone else was clueless. She takes a deep breath. ] Now though...after everything, I think I can do something good there, you know? It helps that they stopped treating me like a prisoner and more like a person.
[ She glances to the fireplace. ] You can do the honors. You're probably better at the whole fire starting thing than I am anyway.
Edited (realized I never answered that part of your tag. SORRY) 2015-10-23 03:22 (UTC)
[Steve listens attentively, and nods seriously when she's finished, satisfied.]
If it's your choice, I've got nothing further to say about it. ...That would make me a hypocrite. [He smiles wryly.]
...S.H.I.E.L.D.'s got its heart in the right place—especially now that we've flushed HYDRA out of it—but I don't always agree with their methods. If you change your mind, if S.H.I.E.L.D. does something you don't like, if you need help, you come to me, all right? I'll help you. ...Assuming we get out of this place. [Another wry smile.]
Steve nods and kneels down by fireplace. Digging through his bag, he pulls out a small pile of paper and a shard of metal with some cloth wrapped around one end.]
Actually, can you do me a favor? Twist up some of that paper and make a little pile in the fireplace.
[Steve sorts through the wood, selecting a few pieces and setting the sliver against one like a chisel. He uses the table leg like a hammer to split the wood, tearing off smaller, kindling-size pieces.
[ She ducks her head, chest going tight. She's still not accustomed to people standing up for her this way. She can't help the smile that pulls at the corners of her lips though. Alex was right. Steve Rogers is a real hero. She looks back up at him, raking a hand through her hair. ] You don't really think that they won't find us? Do you?
[ she sounds a little worried and the 'they' is S.H.I.E.L.D or maybe Natasha. She nods and moves over to sit on the floor next to him, taking the paper and twisting it up. She leans up every now and then to play a few of the little twists in the fireplace. ]
Thanks. For the offer [ She says after a long moment of silence. Her eyes cut to him and then back to the paper she's twisting. ]
[Steve smiles reassuringly.] Nah. Of course they will. S.H.I.E.L.D., the Avengers... I dunno where we are, but between Tony Stark and Jane Foster I'm sure they'll break the laws of physics to do it if they have to. Thor will get help from Asgard. They'll find us eventually, we just have to look after ourselves until they do.
[Steve glances up at her when she thanks him; he nods.] You're welcome.
[When there's enough paper Steve gives her a nod and starts making a little teepee of wood over it, starting with the smallest slivers of wood and adding bigger and bigger pieces. Then he digs in his pack again and pulls out a lighter.]
Found this three days ago, been waiting to find a place with good ventilation and some dry wood.
[Steve flicks the lighter on and starts lighting the paper twists, starting in the back of the teepee and moving his way forward, flicking the lighter off when the paper is lit in half a dozen places. The flames grow steadily, then start to crackle as the smallest wood pieces start to catch. Steve smiles, satisfied.]
[ Ava suspects that he's only saying that to make her feel better, but it works so she's willing to accept the possible lie as truth. She settles back to watch Steve with the lighter.] How long have you been here? Do you remember much about arriving?
[ Once the fire starts, Ava leans forward, hands held out to the small fire. She wiggles them, basking in the warmth coming from it.]
It'll be a week tomorrow. Don't remember much, no. We were doing some training at HQ, I took a shower, I was gonna go for a walk... and then I woke up on the floor of an abandoned house, here in Norfinbury. ...You?
[Steve watches the fire carefully, but it doesn't seem to need any help; it grows slowly, devouring larger and larger sticks. He grabs a few larger pieces from the pile and carefully adds them to the fire, angling them for maximum airflow.]
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Who are you?
[ She doesn't sound hostile. In fact, her voice quavers a little with fear. Her pep talk hadn't been so effective that it had chased away all her fear. She's in a place she doesn't know (a world she doesn't know) without a real memory of how she got here. That fear isn't going away anytime soon. ]
I mean...if this is your house, I'm sorry. It's just cold out and I thought....
[ She backpedals, memories of her days as a homeless teenager creeping in. It's not the first place she's broken into nor is it the first place she's gotten caught in. Sometimes being polite and playing the clueless, teenage girl helps. Of course, that was before she had electricity running through her body and sparking around her hands. She doesn't have enough control yet to smother it when she's afraid though. ]
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But. Electricity notwithstanding, she doesn't seem very threatening. She's just a girl, a teenager, and she looks scared. She's apologizing.
Making a decision, Steve puts a hand out, palm open, placating. He lowers the table leg slightly, ready to move but trying to look less threatening.]
Hey. It's all right, don't be scared. I'm not gonna hurt you. Not unless you hurt me first, and even then only if it's on purpose.
((OOC: Jsyk, if you apply to the game your character's probably going to have to lose her electricity powers (see "Will my character have their powers?" in the FAQ. Steve, for instance, has lost his super strength, super speed, and super healing... he's basically a large buff dude with combat training, badass but within normal human limits now.
For the thread let's maybe just roll with it, but assume she can no longer do anything with her electricity except put on a light show?))
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I'm not going to hurt you. [ Her hands might still tingle a little but touching her won't hurt. As she gets closer, she notices something familiar about him, but still doesn't pick up on who he is without the uniform. ] I'm Ava.
[ ooc: thanks for letting me know! This sounds perfect. I kind of skimmed through things but didn't read near everything I'll need to read in order to app yet. ]
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Nice to meet you, Ava. I'm Steve.
...It's not my house; not sure it's anybody's house anymore. Just looking for some shelter. You're welcome to stay here, too, if you like.
((Been spending the past few days reading up on things. There's a LOT, it's kind of intimidating. But it looks hella fun!))
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Then he introduces himself and she's going to try to keep her cool. She knows Natasha (better than either of them would like) and she's met Tony Stark a few times so she's not outright starstruck, but Captain America had been Alex's favorite hero and she understood why. This guy was the real deal. She doesn't exactly know how to broach the subject that she knows who he is and she's not sure how he feels about people knowing who he is so she hesitates, probably looks a little sheepish then nods. ]
Yeah. Thanks. I was going to build a fire. After I looked around, I mean. To make sure that no one was hiding in the closet to kill me.
[ She says it like it's a fact of life, because it has quickly become that for her. ]
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Steve smirks a little at that last; gallows humor has quickly become the only sane response to Norfinbury.]
Good plan, I was about to do the same thing myself. Is the house all clear or do we need to keep looking?
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[ She sees the way he raises his eyebrows, like he's waiting for some sort of explanation so she huffs out a breath. ] You...back home everyone knows who Captain America is. I--I've never met you...obviously, I think [ She considers this for a moment before continuing because he doesn't appear to recognize her at all.] I live at one of the S.H.I.E.L.D safe houses. They're training me to be an agent and anyway...I know who you are.
[ Gallows humor is sometimes the only way to survive. She shakes her head at his question. ]
I've looked in all the rooms, all the closets. Unless there's a hidden entrance, we're alone here.
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[Steve nods.] Good enough for me. I might take a look around later, search for useful supplies, but for now... I think there's a fireplace with our name on it. [He jerks his head in that direction, smiling, and heads toward the fireplace.] You want to do the honors, or should I?
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S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't tell me much.
[His heart breaks a little as he listens to the rest of her story. He's definitely having a word with Natasha though. Whenever it is he sees her again.
His voice goes soft.]
Working for S.H.I.E.L.D. Is it what you want? Or do just not feel like you have any options?
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[ She bites her bottom lip, considering his question. ] I used to hate it there. It was like they were doing the same thing to me that Ivan did. They were just nicer about it. That's why I escaped and ran away. [ Though she now knows that Natasha always knew where she was even if everyone else was clueless. She takes a deep breath. ] Now though...after everything, I think I can do something good there, you know? It helps that they stopped treating me like a prisoner and more like a person.
[ She glances to the fireplace. ] You can do the honors. You're probably better at the whole fire starting thing than I am anyway.
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If it's your choice, I've got nothing further to say about it. ...That would make me a hypocrite. [He smiles wryly.]
...S.H.I.E.L.D.'s got its heart in the right place—especially now that we've flushed HYDRA out of it—but I don't always agree with their methods. If you change your mind, if S.H.I.E.L.D. does something you don't like, if you need help, you come to me, all right? I'll help you. ...Assuming we get out of this place. [Another wry smile.]
Steve nods and kneels down by fireplace. Digging through his bag, he pulls out a small pile of paper and a shard of metal with some cloth wrapped around one end.]
Actually, can you do me a favor? Twist up some of that paper and make a little pile in the fireplace.
[Steve sorts through the wood, selecting a few pieces and setting the sliver against one like a chisel. He uses the table leg like a hammer to split the wood, tearing off smaller, kindling-size pieces.
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[ she sounds a little worried and the 'they' is S.H.I.E.L.D or maybe Natasha. She nods and moves over to sit on the floor next to him, taking the paper and twisting it up. She leans up every now and then to play a few of the little twists in the fireplace. ]
Thanks. For the offer [ She says after a long moment of silence. Her eyes cut to him and then back to the paper she's twisting. ]
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[Steve glances up at her when she thanks him; he nods.] You're welcome.
[When there's enough paper Steve gives her a nod and starts making a little teepee of wood over it, starting with the smallest slivers of wood and adding bigger and bigger pieces. Then he digs in his pack again and pulls out a lighter.]
Found this three days ago, been waiting to find a place with good ventilation and some dry wood.
[Steve flicks the lighter on and starts lighting the paper twists, starting in the back of the teepee and moving his way forward, flicking the lighter off when the paper is lit in half a dozen places. The flames grow steadily, then start to crackle as the smallest wood pieces start to catch. Steve smiles, satisfied.]
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[ Once the fire starts, Ava leans forward, hands held out to the small fire. She wiggles them, basking in the warmth coming from it.]
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[Steve watches the fire carefully, but it doesn't seem to need any help; it grows slowly, devouring larger and larger sticks. He grabs a few larger pieces from the pile and carefully adds them to the fire, angling them for maximum airflow.]