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?
[It doesn't hurt to be cautious, of course, but he's being very forthcoming, and everything is about to lock up soon. Besides, she can take care of herself. None of them are going to do very well if they can't give each other the benefit of the doubt, after all.]
I don't mind.
[Her eyes catch on tablet's childish cover, and she smiles.]
[He follows her gaze to his tablet and smiles a bit sheepishly in return. None of it strikes him as childish (the cultural markers that say so have no meaning to him), but it's amusing to just about everyone else, he's noticed. That smile relaxes into something warmer as she allows him to stay.]
Likewise; I'm Enoch. Thank you for your generosity, Tifa.
[It may not be her house, exactly, but she was here before he was and had started the fire. As far as he is concerned, at the moment, she counts as the hostess here, with all the respect that requires. And normally this would be a passive sort of respect, accepting graciously all she would provide, but nobody is a provider here.
So, instead, he focuses on helping her with what tasks he can. Namely, that can that he's sure she would have opened now if she could. Unfortunately, his view of canned food is coming from the wrong direction.]
Does that can not come with a tab to open it with?
[He's so polite, too! All in all, she's guessing there are far worse people to be locked in with for a night. His question makes her shake her head, and she puts her hands on her hips.]
No, and I haven't found a can opener, either.
[Tifa is starting to realize how many survival skills she doesn't have. Living in the slums had made her resourceful, but there's a huge difference between Midgar and an abandoned town.]
I can try. I've never attempted to open a can like this, though.
[He doesn't think it would be appropriate to suddenly leave her with all the work after imposing on her shelter. So he heads over to take a look at the can, putting the tip of the nail to the edge where he supposes it must be thinnest and starting to work the sharp point back and forth - if it would just peel away with a tab, after all, it can't be hard to create that sort of hole in the first place.
If this is the right way to do this, it certainly is slow going, though...]
[Maybe he's not applying enough pressure...he braces the nail between two fingers and pushes down on it with the palm of his hand.
...And he stumbles as the nail abruptly punches through the lid. He half-falls onto the table as the nail sinks up to where his fingers stop it, the can toppling over with his weight.
It could have been worse, but if there was any liquid in that can, it's leaking out now. Enoch sheepishly rights himself and the can and pulls the nail free.]
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I don't mind.
[Her eyes catch on tablet's childish cover, and she smiles.]
Tifa. It's nice to meet you.
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Likewise; I'm Enoch. Thank you for your generosity, Tifa.
[It may not be her house, exactly, but she was here before he was and had started the fire. As far as he is concerned, at the moment, she counts as the hostess here, with all the respect that requires. And normally this would be a passive sort of respect, accepting graciously all she would provide, but nobody is a provider here.
So, instead, he focuses on helping her with what tasks he can. Namely, that can that he's sure she would have opened now if she could. Unfortunately, his view of canned food is coming from the wrong direction.]
Does that can not come with a tab to open it with?
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No, and I haven't found a can opener, either.
[Tifa is starting to realize how many survival skills she doesn't have. Living in the slums had made her resourceful, but there's a huge difference between Midgar and an abandoned town.]
Do you have any ideas?
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[He reaches into his cloak and removes three nails in good condition from an inside pocket.]
If we create enough holes, the lid might become weak enough to detach.
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[What a lifesaver!]
Would you like to try, or should I?
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[He doesn't think it would be appropriate to suddenly leave her with all the work after imposing on her shelter. So he heads over to take a look at the can, putting the tip of the nail to the edge where he supposes it must be thinnest and starting to work the sharp point back and forth - if it would just peel away with a tab, after all, it can't be hard to create that sort of hole in the first place.
If this is the right way to do this, it certainly is slow going, though...]
...It can't be so thick or strong, can it?
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[Tifa steps closer, watching as he tries to work the nail through. She really can't tell if he's making any progress.]
Maybe it just takes a while?
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...And he stumbles as the nail abruptly punches through the lid. He half-falls onto the table as the nail sinks up to where his fingers stop it, the can toppling over with his weight.
It could have been worse, but if there was any liquid in that can, it's leaking out now. Enoch sheepishly rights himself and the can and pulls the nail free.]
Well, that's not what I had in mind...