[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

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow is for the most part a social bird, but that doesn't mean he doesn't need his own space sometimes. He retreats into his own room, unaware of the small dragon nestled into a pile of his laundry.

He does pause to frown at one thing, though. ]

Where the hell did my darts go...?

[usurpers]

[ darts, he said. his darts. there’s been a slight change of plans, crow! they may not be your darts anymore! to protect them, eren makes sure they’re far under his wings, causing the laundry pile to shift oddly.

if the slithery movement can’t be seen, perhaps he can be heard. hisssssssssss goes the laundry, muffled, mildly hushed, but present like points scraping against wood. ]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Alas, no one has told Crow they aren't his darts anymore so he's clearly behind the times. He does notice his laundry shifting though, and hears the hissing besides. So he walks over to the pile and shifts it to see-- ]

That's an interesting hiding spot. Wouldn't have figured you going for my laundry.

[ He sounds amused more than anything else. ]

[usurpers]

[ leave him!!!

oh, eren wasn’t done yet. there’re those darts and a razor still there underneath his wings, and he probably just very recently . . . became an angry flower at elliot! if it wasn’t the full moon, a more draconic form still brought out these things if he wasn’t careful. if he was weakened and dulled and not feeling great. new perks. ]

What do you want?

[ his little dragon claws play with the tip of the darts. yes, very pointy. ]