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Evening, Night 281

89: A two-story A-frame house. The first floor has a living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, and two bedrooms. The second floor has a master bedroom, master bathroom, and balcony. The upstairs master bedroom has been mostly cleared of furniture, which is now scattered around the rest of the house. All that remains is the bed. Blood stains the bed and the corner of the room, and "sorry for the mess, but they won't take us this way" has been written on the wall in marker in that same corner. In low light, an adult's and child's shadowy forms stand silently in the corner and watch the movements of anyone in the room at the time. The pressure in this room is high and often causes general discomfort, nosebleeds, nausea, and ear popping; it's worse the closer to the shadow corner one gets. A bloodstained, rusty butcher's knife rests on the ground in the bloody corner, completely unusable at this point and wrapped up in fabric. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, BIFF, ANGEL, RHYS, ZELL DINCHT, DAY FIFTY-THREE, TRAVELLING SOUTH" is carved into the wall. Outside is a shallow, covered grave, perhaps three feet deep, in which the skeletons of an adult and child rest.

Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep )
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[It's House's voice that comes through the tablet, but his accent and tone are markedly different. Rather than the harsh and sneering Jersey boy, there's something softer and he has a far more generic American accent with some vaguely French and Arabic inflections.]

Captain's Log, Stardate 197005.3. I've escaped Sinai and crash-landed on a mysterious snow planet. There are monsters here according to the locals. And lots of dead bodies. I must have been captured when I crashed. I was in a body bag--it was pretty creepy, but cool! Maybe they thought I was dead. The Vulcan resurrection hypo must be doing its work... I'm really old for some reason, though. Could be a disguise.

Trying to get in contact with Mo... with Lieutenant Blythe, but dialing her communicator isn't working. Suspect sub-spatial interference from the sinister General John and his entourage.

Anyway, I found a graveyard outside the nearby chapel--What gods could these people worship? The Prime Directive forbids me from interfering, whatever it is, of course. They basically look like Christians, though, which is kind of boring. No. Delete that last sentence, computer. Their god's a giant cross. That's burning with light. It's probably symbolic of something. I'll have to find the nearest library and study up on their history.

But first I'm doing some rubbings on the graves. The visible inscriptions have faded away, but I have some paper and crayons. I don't know what happened to my charcoal... but this works, too. I'll add to this log once I have more. Over and out!
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[personal profile] mrcreamsicles posting in [community profile] snowblindrpg
sup guys
hoping those malfunctions from yesterday have fucked off for the rest of you because ive got two things to report today
first off for those of you out exploring who dont want yet more convenience store food we set up a supply station at building 299 on houses map

[OOC: This corresponds to building 309 on the setting map.]

theres one of those radiation proof boxes there for yall to stick food in or take things from
plus some other supplies i thought might come in handy
take what you need just leave the box
second off and more pressing
can somebody tell me what these people are saying because its more russian

[Davesprite includes this audio clip.]

we found it at robert millers old house after i tried to ask whats up with audio and video not working there
and also the recent stuff with our nanomachines going wonky and making us sick and stuff
not messaging him but just chatting at the air in case of data ghosts you know
so unless miller is the russian dude in the clip i think this might be something else
especially since the chick from some of the other clips is talking in there too
should i message millers username about this y/n
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[personal profile] clowngirl posting in [community profile] snowblindrpg
Characters: Harley Quinn and the Joker
Location: Building 31
Date: late Day 279
Summary: Clowns reunite.
Warnings: Abusive, unhealthy relationship dynamics and general Joker-ness.

I wish I were in love again )
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The museum isn't exactly a refuge, but compared to slogging through snow, ice, and debris that will tear the hell out of both his jeans and the skin underneath at every turn, it's positively a vacation. It's even warm enough for him to open up his coat and let his clothes breathe a bit, drying any sweat that's gathered under the layers.

Not that he's tempted to linger, though. He covers the length of the building with a brisk but careful stride, only slightly hampered by the bundles strapped to his back and the iron fireplace shovel held loose and easy in his hand as he walks. He's not a particularly big man, even bundled in layers of coats, but he moves with quick surety over the spots where the rubble has piled up.

And as he walks, Rhys's pleasant tenor carries in the halls of the empty building, his only company on days of hikking:

"I try, to close my eyes...but I cannot ignore the stimuli...and there's a purpose to us all that remains a secret, don't ask me to justify my life..."
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[As soon as they had noticed the first signs of something going wrong, their little group had scattered as effectively as possible to minimise the risk of anyone being hurt if they further lost control. Not that Sherlock has felt like he's losing control; in fact, he barely noticed a difference until near lunch time when his normally loquacious tongue only seemed capable of the most banal of statements.

He's been practising to himself for nearly an hour before he finally turns to the network. He wants data, he wants to know who is suffering what, but mostly... he wants the reassurance that this is happening to other people as well. He doesn't want to be the only one, to watch the degeneration of his own mind is a horrific thing, but he can cope if he knows it's temporary. If he knows it's just one of the mind games this place is playing on all of them, not just... not his own brain betraying him.

He chooses text partially because it's his preferred medium, but mostly because he wants to see if his language is any better written than it is spoken. The answer, fairly quickly, is evidently not.]

Words bad.

[Words bad? Words bad? That's truly atrocious. He concentrates hard, he wants to say: A deterioration of the ability to express myself through verbal and written communication has been observed, something which has declined rapidly within the span of only a few hours. Comparison with other residents who may be suffering the same degeneration may provide further insight. Respond below.

What ends up coming over the network, however:]

Other people words bad? Not alone, please. Bit not good.

Events Calendar Update!

Sep. 16th, 2017 12:15 pm
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Hey Team,

The Events Calendar has been updated to the end of the year. Check out what's coming up!

[log] No escape from reality.[closed]

Sep. 17th, 2017 12:02 am
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[personal profile] zunesareawesome posting in [community profile] snowblindrpg
Characters: Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Gregory House, James Wilson, and Stephen Strange
Location: Building 316
Date: Late Day 280 to Morning 281
Summary: The event happens, Peter tries to help with disastrous results. Marvel heroes do their thing. Doctors have a bad day.
Warnings: Character deaths, violence, murdering. Will CW for more specific warnings within.

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth. )

Test Drive

Sep. 15th, 2017 06:21 pm
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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
When you found the SD Card containing XRAY.EXE, you couldn't stop yourself from being a bit excited. This is definitely going to be something useful. Or so you think. It seems normal when you try it on yourself. You see all the bones in your hand underneath the skin. Pretty cool. But then you keep trying it on things to see if it can see through things other than living tissue. And, well, you didn't really need to see the pulsing organs and bone structure of the cabinets. Definitely not the beating heart inside of the matress you've been sleeping on.

Maybe someone will be willing to take this SD card off of your hands.

You woke up with a crick in your neck. You're sure, at first, that you just slept funny, but the ache hasn't gone away throughout the day. In fact, sometimes when you rub the skin in the offending area you're pretty sure you can feel a protrusion just beneath the skin. Maybe it's all in your head, but you think you'd feel just a little bit better if you could have a second opinion. If nothing else, maybe someone would be willing to share some kind of medication with you to ease the stiffness. For all you know, all you need is another night's sleep to clear it up. Still, surviving here is hard enough without having a potential spine-related complication hanging over you. Best to get the all clear as soon as possible.

Whether or not there's anything actually there at all...well, you'll just have to wait and see what the Network consensus is. Confusingly, the response may be different from person to person.

Action Prompts
The second the two of you stepped foot into this house you knew you weren't going to be comfortable staying in it for the night. Unfortunately, lockdown hits before you can think about backing out and trying to find another option. So what's the problem with this place? Everything is made of bones. The furniture, the decorations, even the walls and floor. It's the best you can do to hope that they're fake. Maybe this was a house belonging to Halloween enthusiasts? With luck, you'll still be able to find some useful items in the drawers. With even more luck, you'll still be able to get some sleep tonight.

You almost done realize that something's after you and your traveling companion. It's not until the snow-covered skeleton is hot on your heels that you realize you need to run. The thing hangs low to the ground, gliding over the snow like it's nothing, silent and camouflaged. It's the clinking of the bones as they tap against one another that tips you off. That, and the piercing bloodshot eyes it has--real, human eyes when it shouldn't have any. Fortunately, your destination isn't too far in front of you. If you hurry and utilize some fast-thinking, the two of you should be able to make it in to safety. The real tricky part will be making sure that it doesn't follow you inside.

That's where teamwork comes into play. Hopefully, the two of you are able to work together.

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[personal profile] bywolves posting in [community profile] snowblindrpg
Characters: Royce Melborn, Alfie Solomons, Luna, Quark
Location: Building 34
Date: 279, 280
Summary: Royce is collected, and also, event malarky.
Warnings: Will add.

and I want it gone! )

[network] @ADMIN; Obituary [DAY 280]

Sep. 15th, 2017 06:31 am
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We mourn the loss of those who have died in the time between the last announcement and this one:

Dorian Pavus

Event: Hello World

Sep. 15th, 2017 06:19 am
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@ADMIN makes an announcement on the morning of day 280: Instabilities detected. At first, it's a mystery as to what that means, but it becomes clear soon enough: everyone in town begins to suffer a slow degradation of their physical and mental capabilities. The worst thing, maybe, is that you're aware of what's happening and are completely unable to do anything about it. Not everyone gets all of the symptoms (players may choose which symptoms their characters get and the severity of them), at least--but over the course of the day, they get worse.

Symptoms are as follows:

Speech Loss: Vocabulary and sentence structure degrades. Communication becomes simpler, more childlike, and eventually becomes simply a matter of confused clusters of small words attempting to get a thought across.

Motor Coordination Loss: Movements become increasingly uncontrolled and random. It begins with small stutters in walking and tiny twitches, but grows worse as the day progresses, until the body is entirely out of control.

Morality Loss: The sense of morality degrades. It's not that people become immediately violent, it's that more and more awful things will seem reasonable as a way to get what you want. By the end of the day, even murder may seem acceptable if there's a reason for it.

This lasts until early in the morning on day 281, when everyone will be awoken to a pinch on their arm and, after fifteen minutes of paralysis, the symptoms will wear off. That was kind of weird.
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cut for cw reasons )

((ooc: the house in question is building 89 in residential zone 2, yes he misremembered its location.))


[Some time later, Enoch replies to his own entry with a text message.]

I apologize. It is here: [he links to this conversation, having forgotten how to embed links in a sentence.]
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[personal profile] keepscalm posting in [community profile] snowblindrpg
Good evening, everyone. I've got a rare spot of good news.

America, Ginger, and I have found what seems to be a reliable source of food in the new residential zone. There is a convenience store a short distance out from the north wall. It's too far to safely search if you're coming from building 300 (as labelled on Doctor House's map), but there is another building located along the north wall that can provide shelter before you gather supplies. However, it is not exactly a luxurious dwelling, to say the least.

[Attached are some photos of both the creepy building and the convenience store. There are many photos of the interiors and exteriors of each building.]

We discovered the store on day 277 and returned today to acquire thorough documentation and verify that the food was restocked overnight. It isn't the most elegant method of delivery, but the food we took from the piles on the floor was, in fact, replenished.

If you have any questions about our discovery, or anything else, we'll be happy to answer them to the best of our abilities.

[ ooc| Replies will be coming from England, America, or Ginger! Let us know if you have a preference as to who answers! ]


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