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: BUMP IN THE NIGHT It's dark out, and congratulations - you're inside! What's not inside, you might ask? Monsters. Shadowy monsters that have surrounded whatever house you've taken shelter in. They can't get in... or can they? From time to time, the doors and the walls creak as if under an unbearable pressure.
Who can sleep when it's like this? Maybe you should take to the network to find a distraction. Or maybe someone has advice for getting rid of those things.
TWO: BRING OUT YOUR DEAD We mourn the loss of those who have died in the time between the last announcement and this one:
...is that your name on that list? It might be. Maybe you should let the others know you're not actually dead. Or, you know, if you happen to spot the name of someone you know and love on there, it might be time to ask around and see if anyone knows what happened to your dearly departed...
Action Prompts
THREE: KYRIE ELEISON You've found yourself in a small chapel, complete with bolted-down pews, an altar devoid of symbols, and stained glass windows depicting various saints. It's quiet... one might even say dead quiet. Which is a really awful pun to be making, considering if you follow the stairs down to the basement you'll find a morgue.
Explore to your heart's content, but you'll be forced out at 7 PM. Hopefully you don't find any unfortunately familiar faces among the dead.
FOUR: LIGHTS OUT Against all odds, you've managed to make it to shelter for the night. You pull the door shut behind you and turn to look at your surroundings - and that's when you see it. A ... person. Is it a person? It's hard to tell, because a moment later, you're plunged into darkness.
...better hope that's another unfortunate visitor to Norfinbury you've been locked in with, and not something more threatening.
"Vell, I vas sort of thinking both feet if I'm on a bed." Beds are a poor substitute for a good coffin, but a vampire makes do. "You could join me. It's sort of really cold here. More is better, right?" It's not even a proposition. It's just really, really cold. He doesn't remember it ever being this cold in Germany or New Zealand.
Three though about it for a moment. Most of it spent weighing the possibility of a knife in the kidneys against being cold all night. "Yeah, okay."
He thought it might not be the first time he'd bunked down with a man because of the weather. "But if you hit me, I'll hit you right back. Just so we're clear, Vee-go."
"Viago," he corrects. Being knifed by this human doesn't particularly concern him until it filters through about the 'hitting.' Right. He's... a little more vulnerable at the moment. A lot more vulnerable.
"You don't have to vorry about hitting. I sleep like ze dead." There's a certain lilt to that. If Vladislav or Deacon were here, they'd laugh. Nick, too, perhaps. But they're not and that's a mildly sobering thought. "I'm valking over, but I might run into you. It's not hitting." So, don't hit him back. "Vhat's your name, human? Person. Guy." Smooth recovery. Very smooth.
'Lizard alien' seems specific enough for Viago to now have his own suspicions about the man's denial. "You get mistaken for a lizard alien a lot?" Marcus will feel a light touch to his arm in the darkness, then likely feel Viago's presence as he moves around behind the other man, leaning down to feel for a bed.
And there it is! Hah! Viago knew he'd seen one. "Just try not to snore in my ear." This is so much trouble, but he searches for covers and pulls those back, sliding in... still fully clothed. Some habits die hard. He'll make it to the far side of the bed and lie deathly still on his back. It feels so weird still to be going to sleep when it's dark.
"Only by people who don't know me." Three said, holding very still. Then he slowly moved around to the other side and also got in fully clothed. Not an odd way for him to sleep in this weather.
Well, here they are. Two grown men in a bed. In the dark. With their shoes on. The urge to roll over and bite Marcus is intense, but Viago manages to restrain himself. He hadn't gotten a very good look at the other man, but he's pretty sure Marcus is bigger. Without any of Viago's usual enhancements, that may make him more difficult to subdue. He's so hungry, though.
Perhaps he could play it off as a seduction? Viago knows he can eat the human food in his pack, but it's just not the same as blood.
"So, Marcus," Viago begins, "where are you from? Your accent is really very nice!"
Three tensed up. It was a natural question but he had no idea and he didn't trust Viago enough to reveal that. "No place you ever heard of. You might know of the Raza. I crew her under Portia or Rebecca or whatever her name. Under her too."
At least until they'd found out about his girlfriend in the vault. But eh, details.
"Ah, you're a sailor!" He's... assuming. That sounds like a sailing ship. Probably. Viago really has no idea. The last time he was on a boat, he was dead asleep in a coffin for nine months. "Sailing's fun, ja? Vind and salt and... vater."
He might be tensing up a little more as Viago shifts and rolls so that he's facing the human. "You must be really strong. And know a lot of fun songs. Vhat do you do vith a drunken sailor? Hahah!" Throw him in the hold with the vampire's coffin.
That does make Three more nervous. "Uh, seriously? No wind. Spaceship.The only salt and water are what we eat and drink. I don't know that fun is the right word. We don't make much and we have to leave port very quickly a lot of the time." Most wanted criminals. "Hard to find good entertainment on short notice an next to no money but at least we don't have to sing."
Space? That pulls Viago up short. He's heard people talking about crazy things, of course, saying they from all different times and worlds. But to come face-to-face with that... it's a little strange. He's always had a healthy appreciation for the supernatural, even when he'd been human, but science-fiction is something else.
"Spaceships? Hey, zat's even cooler!" Oh, he's feeling a little bad now about wanting to kill this man. His life sounds interesting and worth learning more about. But needs must... and if he learns more, it might be even harder to feed. "I can be entertaining, though, if zat's vhat you're interested in." Viago slides a hand over to find the human and pet him a bit if he can. Ugh, this is going to be messy like this. The bed will be ruined with blood. The temptation of real food - blood - is too much at the moment to let his sensibilities get in the way, though.
Wow, rude. And here he's trying to make this nice for Marcus. Viago does withdraw his hand and pouts in the dark. If he just had his hypnotism, this would be so much easier. Of course, he'd also need the man to be able to see him, but details. "It's not veird," Viago harrumphs. "Ve can't even see each other. You keep ze lights on for your redheads?"
Although, he can't really fault the other man's taste, it must be said. Redheads are nice. Usually a little peppery.
"You think not being able to see each other makes it less weird to start feeling me up?" Three asked in disbelief. "The floor felt nice and mold free. I'm going to just let you grope the pillows as much as you want."
And freeze his nuts off. That would probably help him forget about Sarah and Two for a little while.
This is entirely unfair. He just wants a little blood. Maybe he can just wait until the other man is asleep. But Viago's own eyes feel heavy and it's been a long day. With a sigh, he rolls over and away from Marcus. "You don't have to sleep on ze floor. Zat's bad for you back. Don't snore, and I von't sing."
Another bloodless night. Maybe he'll be able to get the jump in the morning if he can't keep awake long enough to outlast Marcus.
Three slid out of bed anyway. "Nope, you go ahead and enjoy the bed. I've slept in worse places." Probably. He'd met Sarah after missing pickup on a mining colony. That had to mean at least one night in the forest, right?
He arranged his blankets around himself like he would have in the field. Probably. "Couldn't even leave me Pip," he muttered.
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He thought it might not be the first time he'd bunked down with a man because of the weather. "But if you hit me, I'll hit you right back. Just so we're clear, Vee-go."
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"You don't have to vorry about hitting. I sleep like ze dead." There's a certain lilt to that. If Vladislav or Deacon were here, they'd laugh. Nick, too, perhaps. But they're not and that's a mildly sobering thought. "I'm valking over, but I might run into you. It's not hitting." So, don't hit him back. "Vhat's your name, human? Person. Guy." Smooth recovery. Very smooth.
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"You can call me Marcus." Because that's his name. According to the ship's records anyway. "I snore."
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And there it is! Hah! Viago knew he'd seen one. "Just try not to snore in my ear." This is so much trouble, but he searches for covers and pulls those back, sliding in... still fully clothed. Some habits die hard. He'll make it to the far side of the bed and lie deathly still on his back. It feels so weird still to be going to sleep when it's dark.
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"I'll do my best." No, he wouldn't.
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Perhaps he could play it off as a seduction? Viago knows he can eat the human food in his pack, but it's just not the same as blood.
"So, Marcus," Viago begins, "where are you from? Your accent is really very nice!"
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At least until they'd found out about his girlfriend in the vault. But eh, details.
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He might be tensing up a little more as Viago shifts and rolls so that he's facing the human. "You must be really strong. And know a lot of fun songs. Vhat do you do vith a drunken sailor? Hahah!" Throw him in the hold with the vampire's coffin.
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"Spaceships? Hey, zat's even cooler!" Oh, he's feeling a little bad now about wanting to kill this man. His life sounds interesting and worth learning more about. But needs must... and if he learns more, it might be even harder to feed. "I can be entertaining, though, if zat's vhat you're interested in." Viago slides a hand over to find the human and pet him a bit if he can. Ugh, this is going to be messy like this. The bed will be ruined with blood. The temptation of real food - blood - is too much at the moment to let his sensibilities get in the way, though.
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Never mind that both women he knew for sure he'd had sex with were both brunettes.
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Although, he can't really fault the other man's taste, it must be said. Redheads are nice. Usually a little peppery.
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And freeze his nuts off. That would probably help him forget about Sarah and Two for a little while.
"And don't sing."
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Another bloodless night. Maybe he'll be able to get the jump in the morning if he can't keep awake long enough to outlast Marcus.
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He arranged his blankets around himself like he would have in the field. Probably. "Couldn't even leave me Pip," he muttered.