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: WAKEY WAKEY You're drawn out of your slumber when your tablet emits an earsplitting SCREECH. No amount of shaking it or hitting it will get it to shut up for five whole minutes, but at the very end it cuts itself off what sounds like a piercing scream. Well, that was weird. Maybe you should check in on the network - someone might have an idea of what that was. Or maybe they'll be just as lost as you are. At least you can all be confused together...
TWO: DON'T LET THE BEDBUGS BITE... It's past curfew, and you've been locked in for the night. But for some reason, you just can't manage to get to sleep. Nightmares giving you grief? General insomnia problems? Well, at least you've got the network to keep you company. Maybe you can get someone to tell you a bedtime story.
Action Prompts
THREE: INCONVENIENCE STORE Congratulations, you've managed to stumble upon the Mallard River Market! But you're not alone. Among the shelves of junk food (just as well-stocked as you would expect from any normal store) you'll find one - or more! - other people there with you. Here's hoping you're not both after the same box of Frosted Toaster Pastries, because things could get ugly fast. Don't linger too long, either; at 7PM, you'll be compelled to leave whether you want to or not and will only have about an hour to find somewhere to take shelter...
FOUR: RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN It's late. It's cold. There's a bunch of snow around you and you can sort of make out vague shapes in the distance that might be buildings, but in these conditions it's hard to tell. Regardless of what they are, though, you're going to want to hustle - if it hits 8PM and you're still outside, you're not going to make it through the night. Perhaps that person up ahead can help you? Or - if you're already safe and sound - maybe you should head outside to get that poor soul struggling outside in to shelter before they freeze. Good luck!
[Spitting out snow, Nathan raises himself up on his elbows. He can't feel his face, or his anything else. It's great. Rude? He doesn't know what she's talking about. He just can't abide rudeness of all things. He grimaces.]
No, it's no use, you're just going to have to carry me. I can't feel my legs.
[It was bound to happen someday. All that joking about his tingling anus and all. But just as he's about to throw a hand up to his forehead and pretend to swoon, it seems to hit him that she's seriously going to lock him out if he doesn't stop playing around.]
Alright, alright, you got me, I'm cured!
[He jumps up, nearly slipping again in the process of reaching her and the doorway.]
[Mostly because it would have involved her dragging him by the arms through the snow until she could deposit him inside the building. She's not exactly built for carrying people.
But he's moving so she'll hold in the doorway until he catches up with her, walking in once she's sure he'll get in before the door snaps closed because if she's sharing this space with someone then she has logistics to work out.]
Okay. First things first, we should figure out just how much space we have and what can be turned into sleeping areas. We can get to searching once we figure that out.
[Nathan jumps, muttering a subdued "Jesus" under his breath when Rise slams the door shut behind him. He runs a hand through his hair, looking positively put-out (despite the fact that he was just let in) as he rubs his hands together for warmth.]
So you're not up for a shag, then. That answers question one. [He puts up his hands defensively in front of him, as if anticipating a blow to the head.] Sorted. You don't strike me as my type, anyway, no offense.
[She's so pretty, after all. That means she's probably incredibly hard to please, and he really needs someone with low standards to make things work. He breezes onto the next topic as if he hadn't said anything at all offensive.]
So! Sleeping areas, one for you, one for me. Let's see. No staircase, in case it's one of those hidden-in-the-bookcase type deals. [He looks around, beginning to circle the living room.] This place'll do well enough for me, I think. I'll even be a gentleman and take the floor.
[She might not hit him but he earns a definite glare as he answers his own "first question". Already she's starting to think she might have made a bad call letting him in but she knows she couldn't have lived with herself if she'd shut him out and then he'd wound up dead.]
I already feel sorry for anyone who would be your type.
[And with that, she's already moving to see the other rooms in what turns out to be one of the smaller places. Which doesn't mean she misses his comment and of course she can't help but be suspicious.]
What, so you can look up my skirt? I don't think so.
[And the sooner she finds pants that fit the better. Either way, it apparently won't be a problem.]
Anyway, there's a bedroom here. It's pretty small but at least we have our own space. That's something.
[And now they just have to figure out what else might be found here. Hopefully having something to do will keep them out of trouble...hopefully...]
[Nathan whirls around to face her, putting his hand against his heart and gasping in mock offense.]
Excuse me? What do you take me for, some kind of sick, deranged pervert?
[The hand against his heart instead sticks out toward her accusingly.]
I'll have you know if I wanted to see your knickers that badly I'd damn well buy you a drink first!
[And it's true. Women are always so much more agreeable and willing to put out when they're raving drunk. Then his incredible list of (charming, quirky, delightful) faults would just slide right off of their backs. He huffs, sliding his hands into his pockets and shrugging. Well, whatever.]
Then I'll take the couch and you can have the bedroom. See? Gentleman. I won't have it said I'm inhospitable, so don't go spreading shit about me on the Network.
Given how one of the first things you said to me was about whether or not I'd have sex with you and now you're trying to get a minor drunk? You're not exactly doing much to show that you're not.
[Of course, she's used to her share of overzealous attention; as an idol, she sees and hears much worse all the time. But it's been a long day and this really isn't how she'd been hoping to spend her night, for all she'd been getting a little tired of travelling by herself.
At the last part, she simply rolls her eyes.]
Like I have nothing better to do that spend my time talking about you. Now are you going to help search the place or not?
[Sheesh. It's like dealing with a Yosuke she doesn't know well enough to make allowances for.]
Now hold on, just calm down, love, alright? There's no need to make things personal!
[He huffs. Sheesh is right.]
First of all, I'm a guy. I think about shagging every girl I meet, so don't go thinking you're special or I'm singling you out or nothing. Second of all, how am I supposed to know how old you are? And thirdly, we're stuck knee-deep in the north pole's asshole! I don't think anyone's going to call the police over you knocking back a few drinks.
[He shakes his head, sauntering past her to check the kitchen.]
I wonder what the odds are of one of these houses having pick 'n' mix.
There's a difference between thinking something and saying it. Or did you never learn that some things are better kept to yourself?
[Some guys are like that, she knows. Hell, some girls are like that too; she has the balance of her core personality and her job to make sure she keeps her tongue in check but even then she's hardly known for being subtle at times.
She's still pretty sure she's never propositioned someone right out of the gate like that, beyond anything people choose to read from her idol persona and that's more on them than her.]
Anyway, none of that matters right now. We're stuck here at least until morning so just...try to behave until then.
[And now it's time to pull the bedroom apart looking for anything of use. If she's read anything into his observation, she's not rising to it.]
[The answer is an emphatic "Nope!" so Nathan carries on, opening and closing cabinets in the kitchen. He peers over his shoulder when he realizes she's not paying him any attention and has in fact gone to inspect the bedroom. From where he's searching, he calls loudly in her direction.]
Tell me if you find a dildo so I can take a picture!
[Or anything meant for sex. He'd gladly make room in his bag for something that could prove him a very lucky man somewhere down the line. He laughs to himself, shaking his head at the thought of posting a lewd picture on the Network for everyone to twist their panties over.]
Wow. Real mature. I'm surprised you could turn down the hormones long enough to understand needing to get inside for the night.
[And once again, she has to wonder how her luck has turned to see her stuck in here with him. Safe to say she'll be heading out early tomorrow because if she has to put up with this for anything longer than overnight, she's not sure she won't shove his face in the snow and leave him to die.
Well okay. She wouldn't actually do that. But it's still not a good idea for her to test that theory, she thinks.
For now, she busies herself with checking under the bed, looking in any dressers or other drawers or closets for any trace of something she can use.]
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No, it's no use, you're just going to have to carry me. I can't feel my legs.
[It was bound to happen someday. All that joking about his tingling anus and all. But just as he's about to throw a hand up to his forehead and pretend to swoon, it seems to hit him that she's seriously going to lock him out if he doesn't stop playing around.]
Alright, alright, you got me, I'm cured!
[He jumps up, nearly slipping again in the process of reaching her and the doorway.]
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[Mostly because it would have involved her dragging him by the arms through the snow until she could deposit him inside the building. She's not exactly built for carrying people.
But he's moving so she'll hold in the doorway until he catches up with her, walking in once she's sure he'll get in before the door snaps closed because if she's sharing this space with someone then she has logistics to work out.]
Okay. First things first, we should figure out just how much space we have and what can be turned into sleeping areas. We can get to searching once we figure that out.
[And hear that 'we'? She means that.]
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So you're not up for a shag, then. That answers question one. [He puts up his hands defensively in front of him, as if anticipating a blow to the head.] Sorted. You don't strike me as my type, anyway, no offense.
[She's so pretty, after all. That means she's probably incredibly hard to please, and he really needs someone with low standards to make things work. He breezes onto the next topic as if he hadn't said anything at all offensive.]
So! Sleeping areas, one for you, one for me. Let's see. No staircase, in case it's one of those hidden-in-the-bookcase type deals. [He looks around, beginning to circle the living room.] This place'll do well enough for me, I think. I'll even be a gentleman and take the floor.
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I already feel sorry for anyone who would be your type.
[And with that, she's already moving to see the other rooms in what turns out to be one of the smaller places. Which doesn't mean she misses his comment and of course she can't help but be suspicious.]
What, so you can look up my skirt? I don't think so.
[And the sooner she finds pants that fit the better. Either way, it apparently won't be a problem.]
Anyway, there's a bedroom here. It's pretty small but at least we have our own space. That's something.
[And now they just have to figure out what else might be found here. Hopefully having something to do will keep them out of trouble...hopefully...]
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Excuse me? What do you take me for, some kind of sick, deranged pervert?
[The hand against his heart instead sticks out toward her accusingly.]
I'll have you know if I wanted to see your knickers that badly I'd damn well buy you a drink first!
[And it's true. Women are always so much more agreeable and willing to put out when they're raving drunk. Then his incredible list of (charming, quirky, delightful) faults would just slide right off of their backs. He huffs, sliding his hands into his pockets and shrugging. Well, whatever.]
Then I'll take the couch and you can have the bedroom. See? Gentleman. I won't have it said I'm inhospitable, so don't go spreading shit about me on the Network.
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[Of course, she's used to her share of overzealous attention; as an idol, she sees and hears much worse all the time. But it's been a long day and this really isn't how she'd been hoping to spend her night, for all she'd been getting a little tired of travelling by herself.
At the last part, she simply rolls her eyes.]
Like I have nothing better to do that spend my time talking about you. Now are you going to help search the place or not?
[Sheesh. It's like dealing with a Yosuke she doesn't know well enough to make allowances for.]
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[He huffs. Sheesh is right.]
First of all, I'm a guy. I think about shagging every girl I meet, so don't go thinking you're special or I'm singling you out or nothing. Second of all, how am I supposed to know how old you are? And thirdly, we're stuck knee-deep in the north pole's asshole! I don't think anyone's going to call the police over you knocking back a few drinks.
[He shakes his head, sauntering past her to check the kitchen.]
I wonder what the odds are of one of these houses having pick 'n' mix.
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[Some guys are like that, she knows. Hell, some girls are like that too; she has the balance of her core personality and her job to make sure she keeps her tongue in check but even then she's hardly known for being subtle at times.
She's still pretty sure she's never propositioned someone right out of the gate like that, beyond anything people choose to read from her idol persona and that's more on them than her.]
Anyway, none of that matters right now. We're stuck here at least until morning so just...try to behave until then.
[And now it's time to pull the bedroom apart looking for anything of use. If she's read anything into his observation, she's not rising to it.]
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Tell me if you find a dildo so I can take a picture!
[Or anything meant for sex. He'd gladly make room in his bag for something that could prove him a very lucky man somewhere down the line. He laughs to himself, shaking his head at the thought of posting a lewd picture on the Network for everyone to twist their panties over.]
Classic.
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[And once again, she has to wonder how her luck has turned to see her stuck in here with him. Safe to say she'll be heading out early tomorrow because if she has to put up with this for anything longer than overnight, she's not sure she won't shove his face in the snow and leave him to die.
Well okay. She wouldn't actually do that. But it's still not a good idea for her to test that theory, she thinks.
For now, she busies herself with checking under the bed, looking in any dressers or other drawers or closets for any trace of something she can use.]