[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

[rightfoot]

[ He chews and swallows a piece of a carrot, nodding. It was one of the few things he found relieving about being here. The smell of meat, and being snowed in reminded him of everything in the Back Alley market. Eating the carrots and celery, two foods he loved, made him remember where he was. ]

They taste great.

[ He looks right at her. ]

So I have you to thank for this then, huh?

[sylphid]

Good, glad to hear my gardening skills are up to par. We could probably make some stew with them if you wanted something different.

[She shakes her head, adjusting the blanket.]

Not really. Grabbing what we could made sense at the time, and I don't want you not eating for however long this lasts.

[Meaning it's not something she thinks needs thanks.]

[rightfoot]

[ There's a shrug. Different? This is easy. He likes it like this. Plus, if everyone else here wants meat, there's no reason to put anyone out to cook something different for himself. He chomps on another piece of celery. ]

I like them raw, so this works out great for me. Most people here can or do eat meat, so no reason to do anything unique.

[ He, which she can likely tell, actually feels way more at ease with her around like this than he has most of the time he's been here so far. ]

Please, Fie. I'd figure it out. I wouldn't let myself starve. I appreciate you thinking about me, though. You're a good Bondmate taking care of her useless boys.