event log: winter wonderland

[moustre]

Event Log: July, Snow Sun? Snow Fun.

Summer's First Snowfall Juril comes in as hot as Iuneril did - muggy, humid, tense. The city buzzes softly with rumors of accidents and incidents, the faint pink skies lasting far too long and starting far too early only bolstering these. I burnt my buns last month, it goes. I never burn my buns. The flowers haven't been growing as well as usual, it goes. It must be because we had red skies during Litha. Such superstitions might be laughable - but in a world of magic, maybe they hold a little more truth than one might want to acknowledge. Still, for as many rumors as there are, there are just as many people who refuse to let the omen get them down. They might be a little more cautious, but they're hardly stopping what they're doing: sailors in the harbors carry good luck charms as they work, households hang sprigs of chamomile above their doors, Witches pound out extras of finding, luck, and safety magics in enchantment and potion form... Aefenglom is a superstitious city, but it's also a hardy one. It's the superstitious nature that leads some intrepid young Witches to think everyone needs a little distraction from thinking about the color of the sky, however, and as the sun crests over the bay, white flakes begin to fall. The air grows colder, and throughout the day, the snowfall grows heavier and heavier until it blankets the city - or a few key parts of it. The snow shows no sign of stopping either; while it lightens up periodically, it still flurries on. That might not be entirely intended - and the snowstorm that hits near the end of the month definitely isn't. Enjoy a peaceful snocation while you can, Aefenglom. As noted on the calendar, this phenomenon will last all of the month! Feel free to set your threads and logs at any point during the month of July; all activities listed in the prompts below will also be going on throughout it.

I. THE COVEN For the first week of snow, the Cove calls off classes. It's not exactly a secret that the Head of the Coven proper has a fondness for the cold, so it doesn't come as a surprise to the students she'd put a temporary hold on instruction-based learning so she they could all enjoy it properly. There are just as many Witches deciding to study on their own as there are enjoying the respite from their professors, however - every opportunity to practice is a good opportunity. For the rest of the month, it's back to business - but students still find time to have a little fun with the cold weather both during and after their classes, and their professors don't discourage it too much. a. Winter's Touch It should come as no surprise at all that when Witches get involved with snowball fights, they use their talents to their advantage to send multiple chilly missiles at one another. They float, they fly, and some of them even latch onto the closest heat signature they can find - whether or not that was the intended target. Keep your wits about you, return fire, or cajole others into joining in! There's no such thing as "allies" when it comes to the Coven's brand of snowfights. b. Enchant Snowcreature Snowmen aren't the only things that get created during the winter; animals of all shapes and sizes do too, and it's not uncommon to see the snow version of animals both of the regular variety (birds, deer, squirrels, cats, foxes, and so on) and rare (the fairytale depiction of dragons, unicorns, sphinxes, and pixies, to name just a few) roaming around along with a Frosty or two. There's even a sled ride hosted by a pair of snow pegasi for those interested in getting off the ground. c. Ice Spires Instead of building forts and castles like regular people, Witches at the Coven use a mixture of transfiguration and conjuration magics to simply draw them from the surrounding snow and ice themselves, Elsa-style. Their creations range from the beautiful and intricate, to the hardy and hard-to-navigate - for safety reasons, naturally - and some even draw up elaborate staircases to the skies to expand on their creations. Make your own or simply explore the creations with a friend - but be careful, as at least one Witch has the had the inspiration to magic up some sprigs of mistletoe to hang in their snow fort. d. Winter's Respite Not everyone is happy with the snow, however; in particular, those tending the gardens of the Coven are quite frustrated - plants, even magical ones, are quite delicate and sensitive to the cold!! As a result, there are warmer spots even around the Coven's courtyard; the snow is melted, and the Witches there are doing their best to save the chilled plants. This is also where one can take a break from all the cold and get some hot coffee that'll keep you warm for hours after finishing it and clothes enchanted to adjust their temperature depending on the temperature - for those who don't want to ruin their sporty short-sleeves style for heavy winter clothes. These enchantments only last a few hours, however. For the interested: yes, the Witches are more than willing to teach those who'd like to learn how to do this - though their version of teaching seems to be more "watch and learn" than actual instruction.

II. THE RESIDENTIAL DISTRICTS Encompassing the Residential District proper on both sides of the River Temese, the Aristocratic District, and the Haven, the housing districts are similarly covered in snow - the Aristocratic District has gotten the worst of it in particular, being in the perfect place to center the massive weather spell the Witches responsible have set off. While the streets are quickly being cleared to make foot and hoof traffic a little easier, there's still a lot of snow and ice to take part in, and just as many people willing to have a good time in it. Children in particular are having the time of their lives in all the districts, and the sudden cold weather seems to draw people together - perhaps a little too literally, with long scarves grabbing the nearest person to make a pair, mittens that won't let you stop holding hands until you've gotten somewhere warm, and wooly hats that suggest in quiet whispers to you that you should definitely go give that person you just locked eyes with a hug, they look so lonely... Whether they actually do or not. Someone might've had a little fun with their sewing. a. EASTERN RESIDENTIAL In addition to the usual snow fun (with a significantly less magical spin on it than the Coven - magic is still present, but not to the same wild extent), there are hearty soups, hot chocolate, and fires to warm oneself around. Take a seat and relax a little; almost everything is free, though those wishing to purchase some (secretly enchanted) clothes to stay warm in a more permanent fashion than what's offered at the Coven. b. WESTERN RESIDENTIAL Compared to the other housing districts, the snow in on the western side of the Residential District is much less - and that's due to the presence of heated stones. Alone or grouped together, those more cold-blooded in nature gather to rest and keep themselves awake while the chilly weather marches on. Nagas, Chimeras, and even the exceptionally rare Dragon or Fae can be seen here, with Vampires lurking around in similar spots with umbrellas and tarps up to shade them further from the darkened snowy sky. Spicy foods are popularly handed out around these areas, while in general everyone seems in favor of cuddling up a little. c. ARISTOCRATIC DISTRICT While there are still rumors of pickpockets and petty thievery about (and the suspicious looks that come with such words from locals in the area), it hasn't dampened the spirit of those who really, really enjoy snow one bit. There's less activity than in either Residential District (and a lot more complaining about the weather), but what activity there is makes up for it: igloo-making, ice skating on makeshift rinks in the middle of intersections, sledding on the massive piles of snow, and taking a jingle bell-filled ride in a horse-drawn sleigh through the stunning Aristocratic District. The latter is especially good for those traveling to and from The Haven and don't want to get their feet too cold (or who can't handle the cold temperatures at all). d. THE HAVEN While most of The Haven has been relatively untouched, minus anything anyone living within it might have done - that's you, mirrorbounds - the barracks have been extra dressed up with lanterns and blankets to help keep out the cold a little better, and keep the warmth in. Some kinder Witches have also conjured up a few extra water fixtures, but not for skating on: hot springs populate the larger areas that aren't already taken up by houses, and for those not willing or unable to get in the water, there are sauna options as well in the same areas. Don't get too steamy, though - people getting a little too heated in these areas will automatically have cool water poured on them by some magical means in an effort to get them cooled off. It's a spell designed to keep people from overheating, but it isn't very picky with what it considers "too hot".

III. THE HARBOR DISTRICT Like the southern half of the city, the Harbor District is relatively untouched - relatively. It's an area much more based around industry and work than anything else, and interrupting it isn't looked on very favorable. With that said, though, the harbor is fairly large, and Witches finding a place to practice their own ice magic (inspired, evidently, by the going-ons at the Coven) have managed to bring of the winter cheer to the otherwise dreary district. The orphans, a mix of humans and Monsters, are more than delighted by this turn of events, and they're a common sight playing in the snow summoned around their orphanages when they're not working in the many factories of the Harbor District. What's notable about them is that they don't use any magic at all when dealing with the snow - they've never had any learning in actually utilizing it for themselves, only in feeding it through the magitech used in their workplaces. Any and all shows of the stuff for purely fun reasons, therefore, bring forth grins and awe, regardless of the kind shown. Provided it isn't used to hurt anyone, of course. a. ICE FISHING The areas of the bay that are iced over - either gotten by permission or by careful people watching to see how much use the area actually gets - are home to a surprisingly popular activity: ice fishing. Fishing rods, spears, ice chisels, and boots made for stepping on the ice are easy to obtain from those who've set up shop in the area, and many people have already taken to the frozen ground to try their luck at catching something further out than the piers. There are places to cook and eat what's freshly caught as well, but mind your step; the places where holes were are less thick, even as Witches routinely make certain to refreeze them every hour or so to encourage fresh activity in the area. b. ICE SKATING The other not-as-surprising popular activity for such large swaths of frozen water is, of course, ice skating - and of course, unlike other areas which assume you already have the gear to do so, people have specifically (and quite quickly) set up stalls to sell their skates and sleds for prime ice fun. A little early for their winter line-up, but they're making do. Decorated with small bouncing lights hung on strings, not to mention the tents set up with blankets and pillows, the Harbor District's ice skating area is meant for those who'd like to take to the ice during both the day and night - and the latter is particularly enchanting in its beauty, the soft lighting allowing the frost to glitter in multi-color glory.

Welcome to your snow-filled event log! As a reminder, this will take place over the whole of July, so feel free to take prompts and inspiration for it for threads at any point. If you have any questions or need any clarifications, you can ask them here! We hope you all have a good time and don't give us the cold shoulder for pulling off not-Christmas in July.

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OOC QUESTIONS

[moustre]

QUESTION

[iminthebook]

Does the phrase 'While most of The Haven has been relatively untouched' mean that gardens in the Haven area are safe from the snowsnap?

francel de haillenarte; final fantasy xiv; ice dragon

[haillenarte]

prompt ii.
[somewhere in a secluded corner of eastern residential, you might find francel having the time of his life.

clad as he is in a plain white shift, open-backed and ending just above his knee, francel seems woefully underdressed for the weather, especially since the ice-like scales over his arms and shoulders might easily be mistaken for piles of snow clinging to his body. instinct has gotten the better of him, though only by a little bit: he’s perfectly in control of his faculties, but who hasn’t, at some point, looked at a pristine, untouched snowdrift and instinctively wanted to jump into it?

therefore — you might see francel in some less-traveled corner of the city, hopping and skipping about in an especially tall pile of snow (groin-deep for most people; something closer to thigh-deep for his leggy elezen proportions). he kicks at it; he shuffles in it; he tosses himself into it and rolls around, shaking precipitate from his wings.

he looks like he’s having fun, like some kind of enormous bird at play, and if he spots you, he’ll smile a little roguishly, as if to say he knows exactly how ridiculous he looks.]

Care to join in? I can’t keep you warm, though!

@civicbooty

[haillenarte]

[the colder weather finds francel in higher spirits — so much so that it seems almost as though he’s become a different person overnight.

when aymeric returns to their shared home in the evening, he might detect a warmth in their chilly halls, a subtle heat radiating from the direction of the kitchen. francel is there, stirring and taste-testing a pot of popoto stew. it, like most of the things francel cooks and serves to their table, has been thoughtfully chosen despite his persisting belief that aymeric is not especially moved by any of it. in dragonhead, knights coming off patrol oft enjoyed a simple bowl of popoto stew in the evening, garnished plainly with mountain salt and perhaps a sprinkling of crushed black peppercorns if they could get it; in aefenglom, francel has secured a new supply of income, a rewarding supply of income, and so he has been able to make a much richer version of the soldiers’ simple stew, with a splash of wine, fine sea salt, and exotic dried herbs as near to the sort from ul’dahn markets as he could get. he’s nowhere near as talented as some of the chefs that labored in the vault’s kitchens for the benefit of the high priests, but still — the stew smells heavenly, and it looks divine.

at aymeric’s approach, francel turns the fire a little lower — some kind of new magical implement has been affixed to the stovetop, one that lets him control the flames at will — and smiles.]

Aymeric! Welcome back!

[he’s full of energy — so much so that he’s too excited to walk, it seems. he takes one step forward, kicking off the floor, then bounds over to aymeric with a measured flap of his feathered wings, gliding an ilm or two above ground.]

The weather’s just like it was in Ishgard, so I know you must be accustomed to it, but still, I thought you might enjoy a bit of warm stew after a cold day out. Would you like to eat now, or later?

Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) | Dragon

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ 1-A. Winter's Touch ]

[ It's cold. In the best circumstances, Berserker hates the cold. Now that he's a dragon, he especially hates the cold. He tends to stay away from the Coven and people in general, but he wanted to check out the city to see if this was really happening.

It was. Fuck.

He's seen enough. As he turns to go, though, he feels a snowball pelt him in the back. He whirls around with a snarl, packing a snowball of his own. ]

I'll make you regret that!

[ Better watch out on that one, someone's regained his strength. ]

[ 2-B. Western Residential 1 ]

[ After any incidents at the Coven, he goes to the western residential district. Berserker had heard talk of it being warmer here and that talk wasn't incorrect. He's grateful to see the warm stones, sitting down on one to warm himself up. It's a little silly to see someone as intimidating as he is hugging his knees with a fur-lined cloak pulled around him.

When he realizes someone's looking at him, he lifts his head. ]

What do you want?

[ 2-B. Western Residential 2 ]

[ Some time later, Berserker finally feels warm enough to move off the stone he'd claimed. As he gets up, though, he either pulled by a scarf or someone suddenly grabs his hand (your choice!).

He looks offended, but doesn't move away -- at least not immediately. ]

What do you think you're doing?

[ It would sound more threatening if he wasn't so apathetic. ]

[ 3-A. Ice Fishing ]

[ Ice fishing is a decent, solitary activity, plus it ensures he can eat later. While the true version of Cú Chulainn enjoyed fishing as a recreational activity, it's purely functional for Berserker. He's out further than the piers, a chair and bucket nearby his chosen spot. What's odd about this is the fact he's using a vicious-looking spear to do his fishing. It's working, too, judging by his haul: several large fish sit in the bucket.

He turns around with another catch on the end of Gae Bolg. ]

Go somewhere else, this is my spot.

[ 4. Wildcard ]

[ Got an idea for a prompt? Did we already plot something out? Drop me a starter or PM me either here or on discord at glitzkrieg#0673 and we can work something out! ]

2b ive came for u everywhere

[cult]

( know damn well wei wuxian went for that hand, that stupid smile of his apparent as he looks at the other. it's a winter wonderland but he's honestly shocked to see the other out.. enjoying the cold just like his own heart in a way, right? maybe that's a mean thought because he truly is warm and kind in his own way — or so, wei wuxian thinks so. )

Monsternapping, you.

( honestly, he tugs slightly to have the other come along with him now whether berserker wishes to budge or not is up to him. ) They're selling spicy food, I really wanna try, what about you? We can even make ourselves something and you've been sitting on that rock for such a long time, I thought you'd never get up! ( tucked under his other arm is a body part covered in ice from finger to elbow, it looks like it was broken from the actual body and in no way seems to be willing to melt under any circumstance and why would it, it's just too cold around here! )

eren jaeger 💥 attack on titan (fire dragon)

[usurpers]

( current changes here! )

Ａ； ＡＳ Ａ ＷＩＳＥ ＭＡＮ ＯＮＣＥ ＳＡＩＤ
[ anywhere from the coven to the haven, eren can be found wandering around with a frown that makes him look a mighty twenty years older, probably. he side steps sheets of snow, he hisses when he steps in puddles, and all around— the part-dragon just seems incredibly sluggish as he dawns one too many enchanted clothes and accessories to keep him heated— the only way to fool his lizard brain out of pseudo-brumation. if you’re the only one nearby, he might . . . actually be honoring over to your heat source. let him live, he’s cold.

perhaps the scrunch in his features is just way too tempting to pass up throwing a snowball at. maybe you’re daring. eren actively avoids snowball fights, but that doesn’t mean you can’t drag him into one. there might be one now, in fact where a group of witches launch their attack right behind a passerby (it’s you). It hits eren and catastrophe happens, trying to swerve around to catch the source with a dangerous mood That turns his muddy scales a festering red— he’s looking right at you? he’s looking right at you. the witches responsible have already taken advantage of their scapegoat and made a break for it centuries ago, if you happen to look behind you. plain yourself!!!

If you’re lucky, you might see an elusive jaeger try and clear up the entrances to one of of his many scattered dens around cottage yards, perhaps with a few blades and broken glass in tow, and a shovel that he thinks he could use to keep from touching any of the bullshit snow. take that, you fucking snow. ]

Ｂ； ＣＨＵＣＫＬＥＳ Ｉ’Ｍ ＩＮ ＤＡＮＧＥＲ (ＳＩＫＥ)
[ even if you can’t find him in his holes, you’ll most definitely find him in the western residential district, where a lizard type thrives in the company of a wild, one true dream: heat rocks. you might see him briskly making his way over, you might already see him there, but one thing is certain: it is everything a lizard brain could ever ask for. a sun, a rock, and heat, heat, heat. the spice in the food is a favorite (although he won’t find himself too hungry), and he might go for a few heavier drinks without even batting a lash (good luck getting him even 5% tipsy this man is a tank), and—

you might see him trying to lift a heated stone slab and carry it all. the way. out of the district. be prepared if you want to stop him somehow. he has answers. ]

ＷＩＬＣＡＲＤ
i’m down for quests and shit like no tomorrow.plotting post link, hmu @ owlie#3609 or liberos for plotting, i could write a specific prompt for you or you’re wlecomed to make your own!

@mikleo (ft. elliot soon)

[usurpers]

[ when the cold hits aefenglom and tackles its summer to the ground— good bye, peace. the chills stir eren with the smallest of shifts in atmosphere, an urging call that tells him that he should get away from the covers of a messy bed, crawl off a sweet clutter of their tangled limbs when it just wasn’t warm enough anymore. cold says an urge too primitive to question. it’s cold.

what could rouse the morning is the sound of eren moving the floorboards our from under the bed in a lethargic drag, an awkward bump of his horns when they don’t quite fit between until he makes the squeeze to, then sliding through the eren-sized crack into the cavern he’s created for a solid month underneath the cottage. a lot of digging. a lot of instinctual architecture and a rather long way down, but. it was safe. it was warm. he could just sleep there until winter has passed.

bye. ]

ritsu sakuma ★ puca ★ ota

[nemuru]

[ Current changes: Black floppy bunny ears, one gold eye (left), bunny tail, a furry lower half (digitigrade rabbit legs, black with white splotches). Usually wearing a long skirt or dress to cover the latter, usually shoeless. Fond of loose, comfortable shirts and scarves. Colors swing between black and pale/desaturated. ]

「i. snowfight」

[ On the eastern side of the Residential District, Ritsu's having a pretty good time watching people toss snowballs at each other. The one boon of his new lower half is that he's faster, and bouncing out of the way of anything thrown at him isn't that hard at all; he was surprisingly quick before, but now he's quicker. He's also constructing a proper snow house - nice and round and hollow, not quite an igloo - and some solid singular walls around. Just dotting the area, like little places to hide.

While he's quick to duck and hide, or for the more persistent chasers tire them out by having them chase him around a bit, the second anyone turns their back to him, he's hitting one of those same solid snow walls with his powerful legs. Enjoy the unfair amount of snow getting thrown kicked at you without remorse. ]

「ii. just hear those sleigh bells jingling」

[ It's nice to not have to do anything himself, so seeing there's a sleigh running from The Haven and around the Aristocratic District? Is just his style. Ritsu's a near-permanent fixture on one of them, flicking cunes at the driver whenever the driver gets a little irritated with his presence, and pressing himself closer to his side of the sleigh whenever another passenger gets on. ]

Not bad, right...? It's not even that bumpy either. [ Clearly the most important thing here.

Though that's not so surprising, considering he looks like he's about five minutes from dozing at any given point. The fur helps with keeping warm, but he's still having a weird time with his sleep schedule. ]

「iii. market research」

[ The market in the Harbor is just as undeterred by the weather as anyone else in the district is, and Ritsu's managed to snag a fairly nice stall. His spread might be a little weird - there are cute and stunning accessories, but there are also some downright unsettling sweets just alongside them. Ritsu's leaning back in a chair, eyes warily tracking people passing by despite the easy-going smile he wears and the lazy wave he gives anyone stopping by. ]

Yo~. Anything catch your eye? I made it alll myself... ♪ Fufun, go on, don't be shy... Wanna try something on? I got samples for the sweets too, if you wanna try some of them...

「iv. the prism's glitter」

[ Once he's done with his market business for the day, Ritsu's sitting at the edge of the Harbor - right by where the ice starts, tapping his bare furry foot in the snow. He sort of wants to go on the ice, but he's a little nervous given he's not exactly human where it counts for skating.

...Eventually though, somehow, he gets on the ice - it's not unlikely some too-excited person just pushed him on - and his ears are up, his arms shaky as he's on all fours on the ice. He has gloves on at least, so his fingers aren't freezing, but he's definitely unsteady and not sure if he should try to stand or if he should just resign himself to being stuck on the ice for the rest of his life.

After a long moment

he just flops down on it. Resigning is easier. This is where he lives now. ]

「v. wildcard」

[ Got anything else? Just toss it here. If you'd like to plot something out first, hit me up on plurk at galaxydestiny. ]

iv cause i said i would

[littlemperor]

[tori's taking a little break from it all, and... look, ice skating? in the summer? sounds familiar, like an event someone is currently translating. he is down for it.

so he slides on by ritsu with a... it's something reminiscent of a thermos, which i've learned was invented in 1892 and patented ten years later, and he turns easily on the ice to skate backwards around his senior, sipping at it.]

Ehehe~. Are you stuck, Ritsu-senpai~? Don't know how to skate~? I can teach you, if you want. ♪ All you have to do in exchange is say pretty please. ♪

[juzubeads]

[Kyo even before coming here was cursed with the Cat of the zodiac. So he definitely prefers the warmth more. Not that this stops him from eventually needing to head outside for whatever reason, as much as he prefers to be curled up in front of the fire. Which is likely where he will otherwise be found.]

Residential:

[Kyo is likely to be found with a hot chocolate to warm his hands if and when he does brave heading out. He might be eyeing the enchanted clothes a bit. As if he isn't quite sure how that was even possible but if it was like having a portable kotatsu with his clothes the idea had some appeal.....

Or perhaps he can be found joining in with some others after someone throws a snowball at him, or challenges him in making a snowman. Which of course means he might be trying to find a spare hat and scarf, along with the obligatory carrot for the nose, of course. Which means he might be asking around or looking to buy supplies if necessary.]

Harbor:

Ice Fishing:

Ugh....come on and bite already! I just want some fish for dinner!

[Yup, someone isn't having any luck in actually....getting any fish. Maybe because he is sticking closer to the piers. And well, when he goes further out to try get something, of course that's when he yelps, his foot falling into one of the holes as he makes his way. Not having actually seen it at first because he had seen one further out and was focusing on getting over there.]

Skating:

[It might take some encouragement. And a lot of practice, given at first Kyo probably falls on his ass a lot. But well, some people did this competitively and if nothing else, Kyo is the competitive type. So he keeps at it, refusing assistance if others offer to help him back to his feet when he falls over for the however manyth time that day.]

I'm fine....I'll figure it.

Wildcard:

[Have other ideas? Go for it.]

skating

[littlemperor]

[wow.......... how pathetic. he's really just going at it with little progress, huh. tori sips his hot chocolate flask and skates circles around kyo.]

You sure are. The first thing beginners learn is how to fall so they don't majorly injury themselves, so it seems you've mastered that~. Why not try and move onto something fun, like actually skating?

[i'm sorry he's kind of mean. but it's not with ill-intent. he just says things.]

There's no point in being so prideful if you're just gonna end up where you start, mister~. I might be small, but let me help you. You'll at least be able to slide a couple feet before falling this time.

Caster (Cú Chulainn) | Witch | OTA

[futhark]

I. THE COVEN

a. Winter's Touch

[ With the first week of Juril being official vacations there wouldn't be much reason to hang around the Coven if not for all the shenanigans going out there. Turns out you can still get to cast a lot of spells when magical winter is in full force. Given how hot the summer is, this does feel like a bit of respite. Caster figures that with how focused on the element of fire he was, it could be a good chance to try something different—

Nah, he just wants to join into snowball fights, but he quickly finds out that the snow melts in his hands quicker than it should be. (Higher body temperature due to focusing on fire magic, like constantly... who would have thought that could have any side-effects?) but he finds a way around it.

He might be found practicing magic on unsuspecting snow, making it lift from the ground and form into a snowball— with better or worse effect. Not every attempt ends in a snowball, but the ones that does end with it launching straight into nearby person's face (perhaps that's you). Projectile snow, hell yeah. ]

Oh! My bad— [ He might say that as an apology but the amused lilt in his tone spells it clearly: he's not apologetic at all. Because now that he's on a roll, next snowball is magicked a lot quicker ] Heads up! next one's coming!

[ It was never an accident ]


c. Ice Spires

[ One of the senior witches at Coven certainly has a knack for architecture, turning half of the out-door area into a beautiful, castle-like maze made of ice. It looks especially spectacular during the night, with colorful lights shining through it. It might become less spectacular when you realize it has several floors and is incredibly easy to get lost in. ]

What's with Witches and their mazes? [ Caster huffs, his expression unamused. Good thing he got his fur hood and cloak and... a scarf, obtained elsewhere because the cold is starting to get to him. The scarf is warm fuzzy and definitely wants to be shared... What's with the witches and their enchanted clothing?? He throws the other end of the scarf in the direction of this new lost person (you, most likely). ] Think you could return to the entrance by retracing your steps?


II. THE RESIDENTIAL DISTRICTS


d. The haven I can't believe we got a hot springs episode

[ The extreme way magic shapes this world is still something that manages to surprise him. Not too long ago, there was that plot of land used as a communal garden and place for picnics. Now it's a hot spring in the middle of winter. Amazing.

Late-night bathers might spot Caster soaking in the warm bath, submerged almost to his chin and eyes half-closed. That's a perfect way to relax after a day of work, yes?

Same late-night bathers also might spot him sitting in the warm spring for too long and getting sprayed with the cold-water spell without warning. A string of curses follows. And probably a naked dude, jumping out of the water trying to catch the offending floating bucket for revenge ]


III. THE HARBOR DISTRICT


a. you give me fishing prompt, you bet I will take it

[ Fishing is one of those survival skills that are very useful. Ability to feed yourself is, after all, a key to survival. But to Caster it's more than just that, in fact, it's a hobby. One he enjoys most when he needs to find a quiet moment for himself, you know to escape the business of life or the irritation the magic overload brings— so he tends to engage in it in either early or late hours when crowds are smaller. The ice fishing is no difference, although it brings the excitement of a different method. At various time of the month he can be found melting the holes in the ice and then either with the makeshift spear, or just sitting on a (foldable) chair with a fishing rod.

He's more than likely to smoke a cigarette in the second scenario because old habits die hard.

If approached he makes a STOP gesture ]

Careful, the ice is thin here! [ And he points right at the place you happen to stand. ]

---

[ Alternatively, if he's caught while returning from ice and carrying his haul (bucket of fishes, with ice everywhere and some spell inscription on the bucket itself for extra coolness he can randomly just hand you the bucket ]

Hey, you wanna? It's a fresh catch. [ And it's in your hands now ]


IV. WILDCARD

｢ ooc: got a different idea? hit me up! I'm also interested in the ice skating and other residential districts prompt, as well with playing the whole "witches focusing on fire have higher body temperature" thing so I'm always open for wildcards and can always be contacted via aetarna for hashing out details ｣

III a

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker, too, couldn't resist the call of fishing. Somethings the grail could take away, other things were too ingrained to be removed. It's a good way to pass the time and it gets him food -- he doesn't enjoy it anymore because he doesn't enjoy anything.

With a bucket and Gae Bolg in hand, folding chair tucked under his arm, he's ready to set up shop. Though...

He gives a cold stare to Caster. He hadn't meant to approach him, he was just making his way out further, not paying much attention to his surroundings. ]

If I fall in, so be it.

[ He's already cold and miserable, what's making it worse going to do? He takes another step, the thin ice cracking beneath his boots. A short distance away, he sets up his chair and bucket and sets Gae Bolg down before he turns back. He walks back to the thin ice with a mildly defiant look. ]

I'm fine.

[ A worrying crack sounds out before the ice gives out beneath Berserker, plunging him into the icy water.

He probably deserved that. ]

Zelda | Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time | Witch | OTA

[sageprincess]

coven; look an ice horse in the mouth
[Where there is a winter wonderland, there must be a Scrooge, and Zelda seems content to play a part adjacent to that as she heads up to the Coven despite the announcement that formal classes would be cancelled for the week. How are they supposed to figure out where that dream came from, or how the mirrors work like this! What is she supposed to do with her time? Get a hobby? Ridiculous!

So she makes the hike to practice regardless, only to find that the surrounding area has been transformed into a veritable zoo of icy creatures, and, well... okay, they're pretty impressive. Except--]

I cannot imagine this being popular.

[She says to no one in particular as she examines the pegasi-drawn sleigh. To which the ice pegasus responds with tinkly braying that definitely sounds affronted. It surprises the princess, to say the least.]

Wha-- well, you cannot expect anyone to think it is safe.

[Yes, she is getting into an argument with a snow horse. No, she is probably not going to stop it on her own.]

coven; ice castle you have there
[Of the other events surrounding the Coven, the various castles constructed completely of ice are both the most intriguing and offer the most shelter from the magical snowball war taking place outside. Exploring is fun when it doesn't lead to horrible flashbacks of traumatic experiences! Plus, they give a nice opportunity to test out the divination magic that she so rarely gets the chance to work on.

No, she still doesn't need a hobby, shut up.

If you are also wandering the icy corridors built by the Coven's witches, then her presence will be heralded by a pulse of golden light zipping past underfoot as though following some form of circuitry. She's following after it, and is a little surprised when she runs into someone else along the way.]

Oh, hello. Are you heading up or down?

residential districts; strangled by the red scarf
Oh, Goddesses--

[That is the sound you hear moments before you find yourself wrapped in the woolly embrace of a brand new scarf that is also still currently attached to one (1) Princess of Hyrule. Were you getting groceries? Going to work? Also wandering around the city like some kid that doesn't know what to do with themselves outside of the structure of school? Too bad! The Scarf does not care for your petty mortal problems outside of keeping warm.

Zelda does, however, and the flush that reaches from her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears is definitely not from the cold as she frantically tries to untangle herself.]

I am... so, so sorry-- this is not my doing, I swear...

[Maybe she should have been more suspicious about the discount she got on this thing, rather than just happy it was something she could afford...]

harbor; and at last icy the light
[The cloak she dons for weekly strolls down to the harbor district is a little less conspicuous in the magically enforced chill, at least, and she would be loath to let this opportunity pass her by. Especially, as she notes, when it seems like her magic is so much stronger in the wake of the new moons rather than under the light of the full ones despite the conventional wisdom of those at the Coven. Something the rest of the city will no doubt think of as another ill omen should it become common knowledge. There's certainly no short supply of those lately, it seems.

Regardless, the illusion does indeed seem to hold much better than it did the last time she tried this. Red eyes remain red; glimpses of skin from under the cloak retain their tanned hue. It's not yet a perfect replication of the disguise she hid herself under for so long, but it's a solid foundation. ... Funny, she spent years waiting for the day she could throw off the false persona, but now that the ability to use it at all has been taken from her, she longs to have it back. Perhaps she'll dwell upon that later (or, more likely, she'll lock those feelings up in a tiny box and throw away the metaphorical key), but for now she sets to wandering the industrious district.

She doesn't intend to stay long, just enough to see if any passersby react particularly strongly to the illusion, but she can't help stopping and staring when she finds the makeshift ice skating area set all aglow with gently twinkling lights, like something out of a dream.]

Hylia's grace...

[Okay, maybe the magic snowstorm is a little cool...]

wildcard;
[hmu in PMs or on plurk at jamizoid if you've got other shenanigans you want to play out with the princess!]

coven

[ua_duibhne]

[The pegasus picks up on Diarmuid's presence before Zelda, lifting its icy head as he taps her lightly on the shoulder. The horse itself was what caught his attention in the first place- incredible that something so intricate and majestic could have been crafted from snow- but spotting a familiar sweep of blonde hair had brought him over. The pointed ears- now tinged slightly pink in the cold- were a giveaway, really.]

You're not even a little curious?

[With a smile, he steps forward and pats the pegasus' flank as though it were a real flesh and blood creature. Up close, the craftsmanship, both in terms of sculpture and magical design, is remarkable and yet he's quick to turn his attention back to the young woman beside him.]

I'm glad to meet you under better circumstances, my lady.

Harry Dresden OTA

[iminthebook]

Haven

By late afternoon, Harry can be found in his back yard swearing as he repeats a spell from a scroll and heat washes over his garden, pushing back the snow and cold. He had run, not walked, to the Coven to get help earlier, and they had provided it. Now he just had to maintain it.

And he was annoyed. Not annoyed that he had a new spell to learn, but annoyed that someone had done this without asking. Without consideration. He swore in Fae, Sumerian, Latin, Spanish, and Elvish as he finished the motions needed, and walked back into his house to wash and change.

By evening, after some other errands, he can be found nailing together some boards around and over the garden, not covering it entirely, but making a partial shield to help the magic out a little. He'll gladly tell anyone who comes along what he is doing, and why.

Haven

[justbeingknife]

Hey. Whatcha doin'?

[ Majima wasn't much changed from his usual mode of dress as he gestured at the boards -- dark suit, boots -- but he had put on a scarf and some gloves as a kind of stopgap until he could shop for a decent overcoat.

He didn't recognize Sumerian, say, but he would get the overall tone of Harry's swearing, should he still be engaged in such. ]

Soren | Monster | OTA

[silentsavant]

I. Coven

a. Winter's Abuse
Nothing seems to be going right for Soren these days, and just when he thinks it's done getting worse, Aefenglom goes right on ahead and dumps the Magic of Modranicht on him.

What should have been cold to him is freezing. He thought the waking nightmare of Litha had been chilly, but compared to that, this is stilling his very veins to a chamber of ice. Even the harshest of winters in Tellius have never been so cruel to his body. He's very sure he knows why; his dream granted him some clear insight as to what will become of him when his bones stop shifting and the plague of ebony scales spreads further along his flesh. More layers of clothing might be a worthwhile investment... if he can stop feeling so sluggish and sleepy!

Unfortunately, feeling like a reptile without a heat lamp renders him an excellent target for salvos of snowballs. If it were up to him, he'd just stay inside all day, but he has to emerge from his hidey-holes of study eventually...

You might argue that being some level of ectothermic would subdue his heat signature, but just how cold-blooded do you think Soren is, anyway? Nope; he's getting pelted by snow the same as anyone else around here, holding his chest and shuffling across the Coven grounds with a particularly scroogey expression, teeth chattering and lips fading blue. He soldiers on ignoring most snowballs that pepper his person, but then he gets smacked across the face so hard that he loses balance and falls over.

WAS IT YOU??? or was it that Witch from the defense of her snow turret? Maybe the one from the window conjuring it with his wand? The toppled tactician groans and feebly collects himself from the ground, face darkening as he scrapes up a generous amount of snow in his hands.

"J-Just because I c-can't use magic... You think I'm an easy target...?"

Are you his ally? Or his foe? Or maybe you're just eager to watch him reach a boiling point? Either way, he doesn't participate in a snowball fight for the sake of a jolly good time...

b. Frisky Freeze
Or maybe he really is cold-blooded. It takes a heartless man to stomp on a cute little snow squirrel, with its big eyes, flickering poof tail, itsy-bitsy paws... It turns to powder beneath his heel.

Of course, you might have a change of heart if you understood this was a measure of self-defense. Soren glances about warily past his half-lidded stare, giving the tree branches particular attention. But the trees are coated in layers of snow that do an ice job camouflaging snow-based creatures. As though they had all been coordinating an ambush, they leap, chattering as they assault their prey

...with nuzzles. And affection. They're snowggling him.

"Ugh! G-Get off of me... You're all so c-c-cold!"

He swipes and thrashes in languid motions, but to no avail. If he had access to his magic again, most of his problems would simply melt away.

c. You May Kiss The Bride
To escape the wilderness of snowball volleys and squirrels rabid for his affection, he disappears into one of the elegant forts of ice. Quite a few of them truly are magnificent, and he couldn't imagine himself erecting such elaborate structures with the magic from his homeworld. Finding solace in the sanctum of solitude, he wanders further inside, coughing and trying to ignore the cold. This one reminds him of a church, with a nave and transepts and the windows yawning at the stately apse a marvelous mosaic of stained ice like glass. Soren wanders down the aisle, transfixed by the level of detail and wondering who the architect(s) must be. There is so much to take in that when he reaches the altar, vines shoot from beneath it to snag his legs and bind him against it in a motion so quick he cannot avoid the lush tendrils.

Hanging above the rest of the decorations dangles a sprig of mistletoe.

In hindsight, he should have been detecting a prank like this. But it had been hidden among the rest of the festive decorations, and his mind had never been on enchanted mistletoe.

No matter what he tries, he cannot fight free, and his arms are bound behind his back so he can't reach for his dagger. When someone else manages to wander into the chilly church, they will find him held in place, the backs of his thighs against the altar as he glowers tiredly at nothing in particular.

"Would you b-be so kind..." he mutters. Please go right ahead and rescue dreamboat over here, in other words. "I'm not feeling particularly matrimonial r-right now, but I would love to get unhitched from this altar p-posthaste."

d. Winter's Respite
It is such a blessing to find reprieve for people who hate the cold like he does. He curls up on a porch swing with a toasty enchanted cloak protecting him from the elements and presses a steamy brew to his lips with subdued relish. After all his various trials and tribulations, he really just needs this break. He might not even be too adverse to having a conversation partner... depending on how tolerable their personality is. Feel free to take a seat next to him or nearby him. Maybe you've seen him around but never got an introduction out of him? He's pretty elusive and closed-off... Does he even have any friends?? Either way, he's not one to make the first move.

IV. Shopping District

a. Shopping in a Winter Wonderland
That enchanted cloak had been useful, and the Witch who offered it to him gave him a tip on where to find clothes that offered less of a temporary ward against the chill. And so, much more content than he had been earlier, Soren relinquished a healthy portion of his pay for an outfit that solved a majority of his problems with temperature-regulating features. After walking out of the shop, he's reasonably convinced it was the best money he has ever spent here. But now that he's found himself in the shopping district, he might as well hang around and do a bit more...

He's not one to buy things he doesn't need, but that doesn't stop him from window-shopping. And there are plenty of useful knicknacks around town. Tired of finding himself on the bad end of a mischievous Witch, he's taken an interest in the magitech crafts and the other pre-loaded magical items around town that might offer small, quick solutions for him when he's in specific magical binds. And you know Soren, always lost in his books; of course he'd take a peek at those stores just to see what they sell and how it differs from what's tucked in the Coven's and the Undermael's shelves. And after his new dandy duds, he can't turn away from browsing other clothing shops, if not to examine the fashion of Aefenglom in closer detail.

(And with his new draconic penchant for amassing Items of a Highly Specific Appeal that catch his eye... who knows what he might be drawn to next.)

In other words, what does Soren do with the snow? ...Ignore it. No snowmen. No ice skating. No frosty fun. He's frosty enough without the snow, and he's going shopping, and nobody is stopping him. Of course, you could always run into him. And if you're privileged, you might even find yourself accompanying him. This can go many places.

(( If you want something else or a variation of the prompts above, feel free to request one and I can write a new prompt below! Hit me up at paingel#4140 or add me at wingything to hash things out! Wanna do something with the hot springs? Absolutely! Want to help Soren get warm before he finds his own solutions? Yeah!! Want him to help you figure out what you're doing wrong with your fancy dancy new ice spells? Okay! Basically there's a lot left on the table if you so desire it. I will match whatever style you pick if prose is not your jam. ))

A.

[morbide]

"Whoops."

Perhaps he's his foe, if the snowballs levitating over Henry's shoulders are any indication. That's the most obvious conclusion to draw based on that alone... but maybe there's more to it.

Henry squeaks at the ire he's drawn from Soren just from pelting him with a snowball, but it's not a moment later that he pauses, the air about him heavy and contemplative. Then, he brightens up — more than usual, anyway.

"Hey! It's you again!" he calls, pointing at Soren with a finger. "You're the fellow who ran off before you could tell me more about those cat people."

...One of the hovering snowballs takes Henry's pointed finger as a cue to go sailing for Soren's face again, aiming to hit him while he's down.

tori himemiya ☆ witch ☆ ota

[littlemperor]

i. coven

a. no fun like snow fun
[no classes should mean tori has a lot of free time that first week, but the infirmary still has patients and so he's stuck at the coven until his day is done-- but that doesn't mean he wants to lose out on the chance to have fun with his fellow witches!!!

so as soon as he can, tori jumps at the chance to leave and tucks into his warmest wear!!

his know-it-all, teacher's pet attitude in class leaves him to be an easy target for snowball fights, and there's a far amount of the witches who decide to use their much better levitation magic to send snowballs flying into his face and wherever else -- but mostly his face, because tori is very proud of his cuteness and they know it.

so he's ducking behind anyone taller than him (and, at 152cm, that is almost anyone) to hide from the snowballs.]

Hey, protect me, okay~? I'll give you a reward if you beat these guys up!


b. complaining is the best medicine
[when he's not being bombarded with snowballs from sour classmates, tori can be found sitting in the warm courtyards, taking tips from the witches there on how to help his own... because it's definitely been frostbitten and he definitely cried when he found out.

which means he's definitely sitting down for hot chocolate, sighing loudly and adding onto the complaints that fill pockets of the area.]

I don't mind the cold, but isn't this too much~? Like, it was so~o hot yesterday, and now it's this! I really hate it, but it's a good break from being all sweaty and gross.

ii. harbor

a. magic show
[it's

not usually his thing, but seeing the kids here -- a few his age, more younger -- being so entranced by magic... their faces lighting up even at simple tricks, it reminds him of when he first saw fine's lives, and so he wants-- wants to give them something they won't forget, that'll shine in their memories, the way that fine did for him.

there's plenty of tricks he can do himself, like sprouting wildflowers from the snowy ground and casting small illusions of sparkling lights, opening his hands and letting doles of doves fly out and leave feathers in their wake... it gets harder the more he does it though, but it's fine, it's fine.

there are some tricks he needs partners for, though.

for monsters, tori's waving over anyone distinctly nonhuman in the city's sense; he knows who's a witch from classes and the like, at the very least, so:]

Are you interested in being a lovely helper to the loveliest magician~? You'll say yes, won't you~? I need someone's help with a trick [which will absolutely be based on the kind of monster they are] and I really can't do it on my own!

[ah, but see, there is one for witches as well; hello fellow schoolmates, tori is absolutely calling you out (by name if he can help it):]

Hey~! One Witch is just fine, but two'll make a great performance! Help me with the finale at least, okay~? We'll turn the snow into stars!

[maybe literally, maybe not, can't tell.]


b. ice skating
Wawawawa--!

[the boy making the funny noises is just-- getting used to being on the ice again, steadying himself out after a moment and finding his ground, sighing. it hasn't been that long since he went to his family's vacation home and skated... but it's also been months at the same time, so he's a little rusty.

this is fun, though. he loves it.

tori can be found being quite adept on the ice at night and having fun with it, twirling on his toes and spinning on his heels as he skates around, but he doesn't do any jumps... that's a little much for him, it's not like he's professional or anything, and he's careful not to hurt himself too.

he'll pretty much skate up to anyone that's having a good time, just to talk:]

Ehehe~. Having fun? It's so~o pretty out too, isn't it? It really feels like it's Christmas like this... I'm almost expecting Santa to arrive any day now, even though he's not due until the real winter!

[... and, like, just generally being cute and friendly like that, he wants to be spoiled and he's gonna get it somehow.]

iii. wild out

[and elsewhere! tori can be found working part time in the infirmary at the coven, tending to anyone's skating and cold related injuries, etc etc, as well as helping part time at various flowershops trying to keep the flowers from frosting... and making wreathes, because why not. and a quest list too for any interested parties!!]

ice skating!

[letrianon]

[At first, Marie missed the kiss of sunlight. Being able to walk with her face towards the sky and the smiles around her illuminated with sunshine. However recently she’s found the nights here to be just as lively, if not more.

Even now, children one might think should be in bed were out playing, and what a delightful sight it was! There upon being approached by a boy with hair as pink as his cheeks, Marie returns his enthusiasm with a bright smile. Even surrounded by strange circumstances, the genuine smiles around could never fail to lift one’s spirits. Speaking of...]

Santa? Tee hee~ Just because he might not be coming anytime soon doesn’t mean he’s not watching! So... Have you been being as nice as you possibly, possibly can?

Caren Ortensia | Chimera

[showsnopiety]

A: Winter's Respite: but gardens tho

[She wasn't impressed by people making everything snow. In other times she would have found it amusing, maybe even enjoyed it but...she had planted a few things, and it wouldn't be able to withstand the chill. It was just good luck that she had managed to save a few of them by bringing them inside and keeping the planters wrapped up and with warmed up rocks.

But when she came to the Coven district and saw that there were warm spells...she tried to find the most witch like individual and pull on their sleeve for attention.]

Do you know how to make the spells to keep the ground warm? Or enchant a rock?

[Better answer quick, she looks grumpy.]

B: Western residence: make it spicy

[She did like free food. And she did like trying local food. Not just because she was hoping to share the recipe with a certain someone either! No, she just enjoyed trying new things from time to time, and spicy foods...she had a fondess for that.

So when someone handed her a spicy seeming bun-a curry bun for that matter-she sniffed it, before making to take a bite.

And was bumped into from behind. And that made her choke on a minor bite of spicy food.

Welp.]

C: Haven: Hot water CW: possible nudity

[She hadn't thought she would enjoy the warm water so much. But she did.

It reminded her of Japan, of how they loved their onsens and warm bath. And pang, funny enough, had her sink into a one, and close her eyes with a deep sigh. Sure, there might be some problems in getting out and being exposed to the cold, but she was prepared.

She had towels and dry clothes nearby. Hearing someone walk nearby, she lazily opened her eyes.]

Are you coming to hover, or are you actually stepping in?

[Caren that's rude.]

D: Harbor: Let it slide

[She had seen the rings and people skating. It was more of a matter of her learning where to get the skates.

She buys them for herself. It's easy enough to warm up, and more still to figure out how to skate. She mostly has to watch other people do it, in order to figure out how to break, how to skate backwards-

Though she tends to pause in whatever she's doing in order to watch the Orphens. That can lead to her getting bumped into, or doing the bumping herself as she drifts. And sometimes that can falling and tangling on the ice. Whoops.]

God above!

[Funny enough she doesn't really swear. Even if she ends up getting cut due to a skate.]

E: Wildcard

Mix it up, try something different! That's what this category is for. If you're not sure, just message me on disco at nammah#9659 !

A

[justbeingknife]

In theory, yeah. What's up?

[ It looked like some of the monsters were rather uncomfortable with the cold, but Majima? Looked toasty warm in his overcoat and scarf. Fire was, after all, kind of his specialty at this point. ]

Henry | Fire Emblem Awakening | Witch

[morbide]

A. Enchanted Snowbomination → The Coven; prompt b.

[Something made of ice and snow drags its massive body along the outskirts of the courtyard, a creature so indiscernible that it contrasts starkly against the elegant forms of house cats and bold dragons conjured by seasoned Witches. Squinting at it might yield to a better understanding of its form. But it's definitely made of ice, and its craftsmanship isn't the greatest: uncompacted snow dislodges itself from time to time, crumbling onto the blanket of snow underfoot. But this doesn't stop the creature, which seems intent on causing damage to the Coven's grounds in whatever way an abominable snowcreature can. It rounds a corner, toppling over trash cans in its lumbering wake.

This is when Henry arrives on the scene, short of breath and cheeks flushed with cold.]

Aw, geez. Have- Whew. Hold on. [He takes a deep breath, and rests his palms against his knees.] Okay. Have you seen a big snowy Revenant? About yay-tall, big shoulders, and an ugly mug? I just wanted it to move around and stuff like all of the cute animals, but I think it took after me a little too much and started hatching sinister ideas of its own.

[Through his exertion, Henry smiles; it's a bit more of a grimace but it's hard to tell with Henry sometimes.]

Kinda surprised me that something that hulking could give me the slip, but it DOES blend in with the scenery! Whoops. Aaaanyways! Any leads?

B. Pickpockets → The Residential Districts; prompt c.

[After an evening of observing the Aristocratic District for himself, Henry's come to the beginnings of a conclusion about the mission to stop the thieves he's responded to. He hums curiously, looking on from atop a sturdy igloo as a woman emphatically details the recent loss of her wallet to the authorities, her family standing aside in solidarity. Snippets of her conversation can be heard: fur, cold, claws, stole away into the night.

It's not convincing to Henry. He turns to face the nearest person before sliding off of the smooth, dome-shaped roof of the igloo.]

Hey-o. Seen any Monsters around here lately?

[It's an earnest question, but it's also one intended to draw attention to the fairly... human-dominated nature of this particular neighborhood.]

C. Warm-blooded → The Residential Districts; prompt b.

[Henry's no monster, but all of this snow is a bit much for this sandal-clad lad who comes from Plegia's deserts. The warmth in the Western region is welcome, and so are the shapes and sizes of monsters, in Henry's eyes.

The dark mage sits huddled atop a heated stone, his cape draped around him while he sips a spicy soup and watches the monsters go by. He absorbs the nature of their traits: hooves, scales, wings, and talons, and prescribes them to memory.

The warmth of this residential area has him thinking. To the next passerby, he pipes up.]

Monsters sure do like it warm, don't they? I bet when you're cold-blooded, all of this snow and ice makes a person sluggish and reluctant to venture outside very far... [He tilts his head, smile ever present.] Say, do you live here? Do you hate the guts of Witches, who decided on a whim to make it too cold for all these Monsters?

D. Other [Feel free to get in touch if you'd like another prompt. You can PM me or respond to my plotting thread. Henry's still inclined toward doing some studying (it's warm inside!), but he's more likely to be trying to apply his magic to real life situations. Can't learn anything without failing a bunch of times in practice, right? In addition, here are the quests he'll be engaging with this month, if that's of any interest.]

A

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima turned, a cigarette in hand as he swept his gaze quickly over Henry. His exhale was a thin blue plume of smoke in the crisp, wintery air. ]

That depends. Would ya say a Revenant also harbors a deep and abidin' hatred for trash cans?

Yako Katsuragi | Witch | OTA

[topslug]

1. get your hot-hot-hotcakes

[ Yako's not going out of her way to get involved in the snowball fighting shenanigans herself, but it's a good opportunity to warm up (literally) her enchantment skills. ]

a: [ In various spots throughout the Coven and Harbor District, Yako's set up with her cast-iron, rune-etched pan, carefully ladling dollops of batter in and expertly flipping them over once they've turned golden. That she appears to be doing so without the aid of a visible fire is less of a mystery to anyone who can detect the active enchantment from the iron pan, keeping it heated to Yako's specifications.

Despite the cold, she's dressed down to a gauzy summer dress, the bare minimum of what decent society in Aefenglom would permit. She glances up when she notices someone come near, wiping off perspiration that's gathered on her brow with the back of one hand. ]

Would you like a hotcake? Guaranteed to keep you warm for at least an hour, even if your clothes are soaked through!

b: [ More rarely, Yako can be found plying her wares in the Western Residential District, though with the monster clientele having less of an actual need for the enchantment side of things, she's gotten a bit more frivolous.

She can be found crouched at one of the hot stones, with three Monster children crowded around her and watching attentively as she drizzles batter thinly into the pan, then adds a bit more.

'I bet she's making a bird!' the Harpy girl declares, only to be nudged in the side by the Puca beside her.

'Nuh uh, it's totally a rabbit.'

'You're both blind,' the Merrow boy scoffs, pushing up his glasses and blinking rapidly. 'It's obviously a fish.'

Yako, who's been quiet until now, laughs and shakes her head, flipping the pancake over to reveal ... a rather lopsided cat. The children groan in unison at being thwarted in their guesses, then shriek in disgusted glee when the pancake starts letting out incredibly realistic-sounding meows. ]

2. winner winner fishy dinner

[ When she isn't playing celebrity chef, Yako can be found either gearing up to trudge out onto the ice or already sitting at a hole chipped through it, a maniacal glint in her eye. She doesn't seem to be having any particular luck, but she certainly isn't short on enthusiasm, casting her line into the waters like her life depends on it.

Occasionally, she can be seen muttering and waving her hands over the bait box she's brought with her; other times, she's gloomily perched on the edge of the ice and peering in, staring at the water like doing so hard enough will cause fish to spontaneously burst out and flop into her mouth. ]

Freshly grilled ice fish... [ She can be heard muttering to herself, like a mantra. ] I want to taste it ... just once ...

3. wildcard

[ Bring your own poison! HMU on Discord or through PM if you wanna do anything specific; the ice fishing prompt is particularly prone to going sideways. ]

2 Its raining fish!

[reborningreen]

Seeing her from a distance, and spotting her trouble, Oliver laughed to himself, but also felt his stomach rumble, And he doffed his outer clothes, and dove into the water. A few minutes later, Yakp will find herself and her area being pelted by one after another ice fish being hurled from the water, each cut end to end with something sharp.

Once there are approximately ten fishes laying around and in front of her, hands grab the edge, and the Oliver pulls himself up and out of the water, wearing only pants as he sits next to where the fishes have been hurled. The snow was not good for his bear-side, but a little dip in the water and the possibility of hot food made him willing to sea dive, especially since he was good at it.

"Is that enough?"

A blonde man with brownish fur on his head instead of hair, save for still blonde eyebrows, he was lean and muscled, with patches of fur at different points on his body and obvious claw points growing on his fingers.

Connor | Detroit: Become Human | Merrow

[plasticasshole]

The Residential Districts;
Prompt 1

[Connor is wandering in his usual clothes, a simple waistcoat over a thin shirt, and is getting a few strange looks from the more bundled up people. The cold doesn't seem to affect him, though he occasionally rubs his scaled hands together as though keeping the chill out of them. That's more of a habit, though. He seems quite comfortable with the weather, but there's one thing that's annoying him; the pool in his back yard is frozen over. Hank is trying and failing to thaw it out with flaming middle fingers, so it's up to him to solve the problem.

He can either find a heat rock, or ask a Witch to help him. A Witch might be more effective. Connor taps people on the shoulders who seem like they could be Witches (of course, if he knows you already are, it's a bonus) and gives them polite smiles.]

Hello, are you a Witch? I have a slight problem I need solving.

[He could just go to the sea, but... the whole point of the pool is so he doesn't have to. If nothing else, he can offer payment- or a dip in a (hopefully) heated pool? He's probably assuming this will go better than it actually will.]

Prompt 2

[You know what is fun? Snowball fights. You know what Connor has never done before? Had a snowball fight. It all starts when a well-meaning kid throws one at him and hits him squarely in the side of the head. Connor seems stunned for a moment, before balling one up and throwing it back. Not too hard because he's not into hurting children, but once the child has gone on his way Connor finds himself wanting to continue.

He balls up some snow, and hides behind a low wall. As someone passes, he throws a snowball directly at the back of their head. He won't be hard to make out as the culprit, because he's standing there looking expectant, like he wants the other person to throw one back.]

Prompt 3

[Having given up on the pool, or having just decided he wants more company, there's a Merrow basking in the heated springs closest to his own home. His tail is long and he has a terrible habit of swishing it in the water when he's content, which may or may not irritate everyone else. He can handle cold water just fine, but there's something about the steamy water that makes him feel good. He looks to his closest companion and smiles slightly, the fins on his ears perking up.]

Do you live close by, too?

1

[whomthebelltolls]

[He should already know her as a Witch, of course, and to not sneak up on her, but even though she turns swiftly - dangerously so - she comes up short of even grabbing her sword. In fact, her hand stays right where it is.

Progress!]

And what problem would that be?

Katsuki Bakugo | My Hero Academia | OTA

[bombingking]

i. baby it's fucking cold outside

[Katsuki... hates this. He fucking hates the cold. Maybe he's always chalked it up to having fire powers in order to admit that he's not sensitive. But now he has no powers and is completely miserable.

He wanders through the western residential area, trying to go about his business as usual as if to say "fuck you" to the cold, but it's clear that he's suffering. He has his arms wrapped tightly around himself and he's holding his body rigid in order not to shiver.

Katsuki pauses, sniffles, and then sneezes. An adorable, soft little noise that doesn't fit him at all.]

Goddamn it!

[Well, he's not capable of being entirely cute. Someone get this idiot some warm clothes]

ii. a warm respite

[So a turnskin isn't the normal sort of that you see lounging around in the warmth but Katsuki has always been pleased to be an exception. When he hears they're serving spicy food, he can't resist checking it out. He fills his belly with a soup that burns going down and feels like it starts a little fire in his belly before deciding to take a nap on one of the heated stones.

He's curled up on his side like a dog.

Go ahead and bother him if you dare.]

iii. a not so furry friend

[Katsuki usually ignores the Coven because he's a bitter little baby and he's still not all about that magic thing. But he's ended up there in search of some magical warming clothes because this snow is apparently not fucking going away!

And along the way he's found a friend.

It's a little Pomeranian made of snow and it following along at his heels. Or... to be more accurate, it keeps trying to bite his ankles. If it could make noise (but it is made out of snow so...) it would be barking furiously at him. He turns around and glares furiously at it.]

Back the hell off, you little fucker!

[You can almost hear the snow Pomeranian bark "NO FUCK YOU". Basically, it's Katsuki if he were a shitty little animal.]

i

[usurpers]

[ katsuki bakugou is a dingus.

it’s warmer west, thanks to the very many heated stones and spices that spike foods. eren’s taken refuge on one of them the minute a naga slithers off with their bonded witch, carried away with warm, what are those, snuggies? snuggies for snakes. the socialization here is enough to meet eren’s monster behavior quota, having no qualms in sharing a rather large bowl of spicy curry between a few other monsters sitting at the stone’s corner. there’s still plenty of room left! and when eren catches bakugo walking about and cursing the weather, he sniffs strongly, constantly to keep a slight runny nose at bay, but holds eye contact until he feels the burn of his sixth sense telling him someone was “watching him”.

he’ll wave him over almost flippantly with bandaged fingers when, and if, he ever sees the horned part-dragon. come to the dark side, boy. ]

Julian Devorak | The Arcana | Monster - Harpy

[rowdyraven]

Residential district

[It's been a while since Julian has last been seen out and about-- a magical sickness struck him hard during the previous month, left him confined to enforced bedrest, and perhaps that's the reason he looks quite as pale and drawn as he does, sharper in the face than he had been, high cheekbones all the more evident, his aquiline nose appearing...more prominent? Or perhaps it has more to do with the scattering of soft, dark feathers now decorating his jawline, occasionally visible in the wake of movement above the scarf wrapped high and close around his throat. The rest of him is well-covered as always, hands concealed by leather gloves, jacket and coat concealing the majority of his body from view, so if his clothes seem a little ill-fitting around the high set of his shoulder-blades, perhaps it's just a matter of the amount of layers he's currently sporting? Possibly. Possibly not.

The dark woolen hat he's wearing conceals the majority of his red curls - and the dark feathers beginning to grow in beneath them - from view, just a few peeking out and spilling down into his pale and angular face. And perhaps it's this that's to blame for the unexpected lift in his spirits, a return to the expansiveness he'd been prone to before his changes began to make themselves apparent. So if he happens to see you walking alone, he'll swoop over with a flourish of his dark coat, arms spread invitingly wide, lips curled on a smile that reveals the vague sharpening of his teeth.]

Oh, my darling. Don't look so glum. I have just the thing to cheer you up.

[And before you know it he's descending on you - all 6'4 of him - to sweep you off your feet in an engulfing hug.]

Harbour District - Ice Skating

[The glittering stretch of the frozen water reminds him of home. Of cold winter nights in Nevivon, with the chill creeping in and the boats kept out of the bay by the encroaching ice. It fills him with bright nostalgia, pushes back the creeping terror in him, the ugly glimmer of his shame at becoming what seems, now, inevitable-- a monster, an outward show of what he fears so deeply about his inner self, the worst parts of his personality, as he sees it, now made clear for others to see.

And so he can be found out on the ice, skating with perfect poise and grace, looking joyous. Perhaps it's the bright sound of his laughter that draws you in, or the alluring nature of the sea-shanty he's singing - unaware, as he is, of the new-found siren-song quality of his voice. Or maybe he sees you struggling to learn how to keep your balance on the ice, sending him sweeping in towards you, one gloved hand extended, smile slung wide.]

Ah! New to this, are you? Come along, let me help. We'll have you skating in no time.

Harbour District - The Sly Seadog Tavern

[The return of his health - only left a little weak, a little gaunt, from his stint of bedrest - also means a return to work. He can be found in a low-slung dive of a place, down a winding cobbled alley, a building of particular dilapidation but who's noise of laughter and merriment spills out into the street beyond. Inside is bright-lit with candles and alive with the scent of spilled beer, floor sticky underfoot, filled with a motley assortment of human sailors and monsters, alike. It's rowdy, and loud, with perhaps just a touch of promised violence underlying the atmosphere, but all in all it's a merry enough place to be.

Julian can be found behind the bar, voluminous white shirt undone to below the breastbone, the shock of inky black feathers now scattering his chest unhidden and on display. There's a touch of self-consciousness in his face, and the glassy quality to his one visible eye suggests he may have partaken in a couple of the beverages himself despite being on the job, but should you approach the bar he'll flash you an incorrigible smile, lift an auburn brow in greeting.]

Don't let this rowdy lot put you off. Pull up a chair, have a drink! What can I get you?

Wildcard!

[Want something that isn't here? Hit me up, go wild!]

residential, please!

[gallowsbait]

With a somewhat smothered squeak, Greyjay lets himself be scooped up into the hug and returns the gesture. He gently busses his head against Julian's shoulder before preening a feather or two - this is new.

"Just the thing, hmm?" Greyjay isn't too put out, but he isn't pleased by the cooler weather and it shows.

[gallowsbait]

Ice fishing. Ice fishing. He can't believe it.

Standing on the pier, he looks out at the frozen harbour and the various pleasure seekers out having fun. Skating, catching a fish or two, and laughing it up. He'd thought it was going to be a disaster, and it probably would be for the poor, but what else is new.

Breathing into his hands and chaffing them to keep the chill off, he turns to the man beside him: "You think that when the fry all die off, new ones'll move in from down the coast?"

seasons - a

[thisisamazing]

In contrast, Hiccup Haddock seems utterly content with the sudden frigid blanket of snow that has fallen over Aefenglom. On Berk, it's practically winter 9 months out of the year; the heat of the summer had been so much worse for him. He seems at home, strolling along in his wool and leathers, walking on a cleated prosthetic foot to keep from slipping on errant patches of ice. Toothless is several yards ahead, bounding happily through snowdrifts on the sides of the road and undoing the ploughers' work.

He happens to overhear, and he looks over at the guy huddled next to a steaming pipe in the side of a building, tilting his head curiously. "Is it that crazy? It's still hot as the center of a volcano outside the city. This is actually nice." To his very Northern bones, at least. "But you're probably freezing in those clothes. You should really get something thicker."

Fang | FF13 | Turnskin

[belligerentwarrior]

I.a

[The snow was novel, even if Fang was sad to see the hot weather go. The snowball fights were great, too. It was a great way to appease her new hunting instincts without anyone, you know, getting hunted down, and there plenty of structures and snow drifts to hide behind. By the later weeks, though, Fang's losing her patience with it. Since her first transformation, her body temperature's been running higher. That made heat-seeking snowballs extremely annoying when she's just out and about.]

[Fang can either be competitively engaging in guerrilla snow warfare like the ambush predator she's turning into, or chasing down the poor witch that's mistakenly hit her with the umpteenth heat-seeking snowball. Or hell, maybe you meant to target her. Live free.]

II.b

[The heated rocks were popular, and for good reason. The cold was bad enough without turning into something reptilian, and Fang couldn't imagine what'd it be like cold-blooded.]

[The current occupant of the crowded rock gets nudged with a foot to move over.] Scoot.

[Fang might be a turnskin, but she's come into very little of her fur and lived in a desert for the last decade. Her lined winter cloak just wasn't doing enough.]


Wildcard:

[Hit me with another prompt! Fang's also doing a lot of ice fishing and roasting, and loitering around the pickpocket-plagued aristocratic district.]

1a

[beariot]

[ Ursula hadn't actively been participating in the snowball fights. As much as she appreciated the sentiment, she preferred to leave that sort of thing to the young (or young at heart) while she worked more on doing snow sculptures and other practical exercises of the magic she was re-learning. But when she suddenly found herself being attacked from the shadows, she was at least somewhat ready to defend herself.

Or at least she thought she'd been, but Fang's attack came less like a flurry of snowballs and more like an actual pounce, and the shield of snow she'd quickly tossed up to diffuse the balls wasn't going to do much against that. ]

H-hold on! [ She didn't get out much more than those words before it was too late. ]

crymaria | witch | ota

[auftauen]

i. you have to be mitten me

[Snowy landscapes aren’t unfamiliar to her, so Crymaria is lucky enough to have arrived with a woolen coat and fur hat. The coat has already made an appearance despite the less chilly weather before this, as it seems she wears it often, but for once it’s appropriate to the weather. The bite of the magical chill inspires her to peruse some of the accessories that are available in the Eastern Residential area. She sorts through a stack of neatly-folded scarves but ultimately leaves them be, instead opting to try on a longer pair of well-lined gloves that almost match the coat she’s wearing. After finding the first, Crymaria pulls it onto her left hand to test the fit.

She drops her hand while she looks for the mate—and immediately finds said hand encased in the warm embrace of someone else’s. It startles her—it’s not as if she’s had her hand held all that often, and the gesture might be comforting if it didn’t feel so inappropriate and…creepy. Her fingers twitch.

Crymaria looks at the person latched onto her hand out of the corner of her eye, not quite turning to face them.]

What do you think you’re doing? Let go of my hand.

[After an utterly silent, still pause, her voice raises in pitch and volume.] Why won’t you let go? This isn’t funny!

[Because she’s realized that she can’t move her hand, either and has no one else to blame.]

ii. snowbunny but you;

[She’s delighted by the appearance of the snow animals around the Coven; the first time Crymaria sees them, she feels something in her chest melt despite the chill. They have no awareness of how fleeted and orchestrated their lives are, and they don’t seem to care.

With little regard for the damp chill of the snow she kneels in, Crymaria drops to her knees to introduce herself to one of the snowy rabbits hopping around the grounds. Sitting here, watching it, she even smiles a little bit, holding her hand out palm-up to be investigated.

It hops around to investigate her hand, her knee, her pockets.]

Ah, do you want something…? I don’t even think you can eat. Even if you could, everything around here would probably melt you…

[She strokes between its ears with two hesitant fingers, making sure not to get too much heat from her hands onto it—in case it really does melt.]

Maybe someone else has some idea. I’m sorry I’m no use at all…

iii. i don’t have a good pun for this one;

[Some Winter Witch.

It’s not the first time she’s thought that since arriving here and not the last. That wretched shared nightmare from the last month has her convinced that her own failure is imminent. Whatever power she ever had in her life, even if it brought her suffering, it’s been stripped away and replaced by magic she still feels useless at controlling. Even surrounded by snow, she feels disconnected from feats that once seemed easy to her.

It’s twisted her thoughts enough that, whenever devoid of any other distractions during the snowstorm, she’s practicing in the winter wonderland surrounding the Coven. Enchantments, evocations, illusions, all small flashes i the pan compared to what she hoped she could conjure. Her breakthrough came as a surprise when she found herself caught in the middle of a snowball fight. A barrier…one that easily blocked the wayward snowballs and shattered them into dust.

The end result? Crymaria will rather tactlessly approach someone she finds goofing off in the snowscape and ask to join the games in a way that makes it sound like she isn’t particularly interested in having fun at all.]

You. Can I ask you to throw something at me?

iv. wildcard;

[Hit me! Open to all sorts of stuff and you can find me at antiquating or by PM if you want to chat. Feel free to use whatever “get out of jail” parameters on the gloves that you’d like. Also I didn’t feel like writing a horrible “my character is sad, come bother them!” prompt but Crymaria is a miserable person and it is easy to find her crying in the Coven gardens, near an aristocratic ice skating rink, or down by the docks if that’s your speed.]

ii.

[exterreo]

[Somnus seems to be in a very, very bad mood. And extremely cold, judging by the many many layers he seems to be wearing. He'd thought he had been handling this transformation very well, that nobody would notice the way he was hiding his eyes under dark sunglasses even though it wasn't all that bright, but now he can't deny that the cold weather is affecting him way more than it usually would. All he wants is a warm spot to rest, maybe take a nap...

And he's on his way to do just that when he spots Crymaria talking to the shiny, white bunny. And he'd really be a monster indeed if the sight didn't warm his heart, even a little.]

You could feed it some ice. [He suggests, shrugging with one shoulder.] It kind of makes sense, doesn't it?

The SQUIP | Be More Chill (Broadway)

[fromjapan]

General July

[The SQUIP is entirely unused to cold this intense. This particular unit was activated during the early autumn, so, even secondhand, it's never directly experienced temperatures like this before, even through Jeremy's senses; it steps outside in its typical summer wear, and immediately regrets that decision.

It wasn't expecting the snow. This place just keeps getting more and more bizarre. It picks up a set of winter gear for itself, as much in its trademark stark white as possible.

It learns about the tricky little charm placed on the winter clothing for sale the hard way. Whoever you are, whatever you're doing, the SQUIP has just grabbed your hand in its own, and it seems just as surprised as you are about it.]

-- ah. Sorry, I think someone must have tampered with these gloves.

The Coven

[The SQUIP sees other Witches creating ice spires, and it is nothing if not theatrical. Naturally, it has to construct itself one...

... and, naturally, the shapes are sharper, the walls and floors patterned with circuitry rather than the typical glittering organic swirls. It constructs itself a grand ice castle of hard-edged geometric shapes, although the outer walls do curve in oddly organic ways, the structure dividing itself into two equal hemispheres.

Its throne room sits at the center, and it does create itself a handsome throne, intricately-decorated with lines of glittering, icy circuits; along the back of the throne itself is an oblong shape, a very peculiar pattern of wires and circuitry carved into it.

A self-portrait.

It surveys this throne, seeming pleased with itself-- more with the demonstration of its power than anything.]

Ice Skating

[The SQUIP has never first-hand gotten to skate in any form, and it's interested to try it. The grace natural to its human form benefits it greatly on the ice; it takes to the new activity easily, its motions easy and loose as it gets comfortable with its balance on the blades...

... and, of course, begins to showboat. It teaches itself a few tricks and spins, though it tries to keep from being too over the top. It doesn't want to seem unapproachable, after all.]

gloves.

[lonewanderer]

[ A sudden hand grabbing hers has Lex whirling immediately, newly sharp teeth bared-

-and then faltering, because the person who just grabbed her looks very, very confused. ]

Of course, [ she mutters, looking down at the gloves themselves, refocusing her ire and suspicion on them. ] Magically change the weather, might as well mess with the things people need for that weather, too.

the lone wanderer "lex" | fallout | chimera | ota

[lonewanderer]

snowball fights.
[ The Witches have magic on their side, but Lex - Lex has experience. A snowball is just a grenade that doesn't explode, really; the snow forts and trenches and existing walls of the buildings are exactly the type of urban warfare that she's used to (except less ruinous).

Scraping snow together with her new talons, Lex eyes the group across from them in their own snow fort. They're scattered, for now; making more ammunition. She grins, canine teeth glinting. ]

Ready for this?

wildcard.
((hit me with something random, pm me, hmu on discord at gadgets#7461 or gadgetsandgears))

[wylderrant]

Born ready, my dear.

[ Iramaat doesn't have talons - just fingers - but she's packing snowballs all the same with her gloved hands, eyes glinting with mischief. This is exactly the sort of thing she enjoys, even if winter isn't her chosen season. ]

We shall overcome or die in the attempt!

Mitsuru Kirijo | Persona 3 | OTA

[redheired]

A. Coven:
“Most curious.” Mitsuru says, studying an object in her grasp. Said object appears to be encased in glass, and leaving it almost fogged over from frost. It bumps against the sides of the glass with a soft pinging sound, leaving ice crystals behind.

…Does she really have an enchanted snowball in a jar? That appears to be the case, with how the thing is bouncing around the jar like a hyper, white, rubber ball.

“Impressive… I didn’t realize enchantments were capable of this. And this doesn’t seem in a hurry to melt, either.”

B. Residential:
Perhaps it isn’t too surprising to find Mitsuru soaking in one of the hot springs. She settles back against the rocks, opting to break out her swimsuit for the moment. (It IS technically summer after all, and she may as well get some mileage out of it.) Her eyes slid shut, enjoying the temperature… Until she hears footsteps. That’s when her eyes snap open, and she looks at whoever has stumbled upon her.

“Who goes-!?” She starts to ask.

The sudden movement raises her temperature, which seems to cue a splash of cold water hitting everyone. She gives a yelp at that, and in response the warm water surges up… Likely splashing everyone else for good measure.

C. Harbor:
A waxing, nearly full moon finds Mitsuru out on the frozen harbor, with a certain restlessness to her movements. She’s dressed for the cold weather in a thick black coat, and almost managing her way across the ice with minimum slips.

…The key word being ‘minimum.’ Whether it’s the cold making her sluggish, or her getting used to skates, there’s still a skid here and there. Enough that it can carry her into some of the others nearby, bumping into them.

“My apologies… Not my most graceful moment.”

It seems she still has a few things to learn about ice skating... And perhaps how to dress more warmly, going by how she shivers.

B

[fortunyx]

[Something about this is very, very familiar.

Ryoji had been doing his best to be sneaky. Really, he had. But it seems he was not sneaky enough since Mitsuru caught him right in the act. Whoops? But it seems that his punishment is a nice splash of cold water...followed by warm water. Man, today is just not his day. Ryoji stands there for a bit, his hair covering his face before he forces it back with his hands.]

Oh. Well isn't this...funny. Haha...

[Oh boy.]

Closed to Liliana

[fieryimpulse]

Snow in the summer was a strange occurrence, yes. But snow in general was something that Chandra hadn't been the most familiar with. She knew about it, of course, and she'd seen it, but experiencing it during a time when she could relax? That was something else entirely. The moment it had started to accumulate outside their home, she'd headed out into it and gotten a good bit of the experience down, but there was one other thing she knew that she had to do.

And that required help.

So, on the porch of their overly large home, poor Liliana finds herself being tugged towards the fresh-fallen flakes.

"Come on. I know it's stupid, but it'll be fun."

[chainveil]

Lilian has seen snow, it's not particularly notable give the odd timing. She'd always ran a little cold but since that fateful night a few weeks prior, she's found that colder temperatures really aren't an issue anymore. When it began to grow colder earlier in the day, she hardly noticed. It was only the eventual sight of flakes outside the window an Chandra's excitement that drew her attention.

Cute.

Well, cute until it's Liliana being dragged outside. Not that she's doing much of anything else at the moment, but--

"Oh yes, who doesn't like rolling things into...bigger...round things."