[Closed] Trails of Snowed In

[fiddlestick]

Who: Trails House Residents + Visitors
When: Deceuer 6th - 10th, during the snowstorm
Where: Trails House
What: Snowed in!
Warnings: Will mark as necessary

It was safe to say that the Zemurian house was always lively, but the heaviest day of snowfall was particularly so. Everyone was home, and some had invited some friends over for dinner or socializing. It was too late before they realized just how heavily they were snowed in, and that they'd be stuck together for awhile. Best to make the most of it!

With all these people, at least it was a roomy house. There was:

The Main Floor which has a living room with a functional fireplace, kitchen (half stocked with useful cooking ingredients and half with "random things the other roommates thought would be cool"), a dining room, and the music room that's been transformed into Elliot's bedroom - because of course it has.

The Second floor which houses Towa, Crow, Machias, and Fie's bedrooms. Some of these rooms have a worrying amount of weapons, try to guess which. There is also a spare bedroom with a full sized bed, for any guests. Too bad you'll probably need to share.

The Attic, which was Rean's room and made up to be comfortable for a harpy. Shiny things are all over the place, and the bed is more like a nest of blankets.

The Basement which contains Randy and Lloyd's rooms. Coincidentally, this is the easiest place to find dirty magazines in the house.

The Cellar, which houses any alcohol that hasn't been drunken already, as well as a 200lbs wild boar carcass. Lovely.

And lastly the Courtyard which is...covered in snow. What else did you expect.

Make yourself comfortable or try to make a break for it. It's gonna be a long storm.

Comments

[sylphid]

[Those words seem to be magic, since her head pops out as soon as they're uttered. A smile crosses her face, and she sits up, opening the blanket to invite him back in. It's a silent exchange, so it shouldn't draw the attention of too many of the others.

Fie reaches out for the mug, happy to have something warm in her grasp. Once he's sitting down and stable, she sets hers aside to scoot closer and encircle them both with the blanket again. Then she takes hers and has a cautious sip. Her brows shoot up in surprise.]

It's really good. What's in this?

[hoboagogo]

[He sidles in as soon as she casts an arm out to open up the blanket-cape-tent, happily returning to the increased warmth as he does so. Its a bit awkward, maybe, with one hand holding a mug of his own, but thankfully he doesn't do anything absolutely stupid like spill it onto the rug.

He's sitting with his legs folded under him, hunched slightly so that the blanket fully wraps around them, leaving less space for the heat to escape-- though the room needed for their hands to move with the mugs of course makes it a bit harder.

He tilts his head for a moment at her question, before shrugging.]

Just some stuff you guys had in the kitchen. Nutmeg, cinnamon, bit've something that kinda smelled like cayenne. Just a bit, though. Wasn't sure how spicy you'd like it.

[A pause, and, after a moment his lips curl into a sort of awkward smile, as though just now realizing that he should... just take the compliment, instead of leaving it hanging.]

Glad you like it, though.

[sylphid]

[Less space for heat to escape also means Fie pressed against his side-- the one not holding the mug. She tugs the blanket tighter around her and then moves her other hand to the mug to take another drink.]

It's barely there, but it adds to the warmth. Good call.

[Fie nods, drinking again. A small smile crosses her face.]

Thank you. It's just what I needed.