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Fourth TDM: Winter's breath


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Arrival



Not all characters (known as Wickie, singular or Wickies, plural) arrive at the same time, surprisingly enough! That’s life for you. Some Wickies find their way to the island at a pivotal (or very mundane) point in their life, or even after or during their death.

Wickies who were standing or walking often find themselves entering the town South Sister, located on Lighthouse Isle, through an open doorway. Those that were laying down, or sleeping, tend to be found lying prone in beds, bathtubs, showers, couches, and similar places within the cottages on Cottage Row. There’s no rhyme or reason to it all! To Wickies familiar with the era, they will realize that everything looks as if it’s come from the ‘90s.

The house which a Wickie finds themselves within could already be occupied. This includes walking into a fellow Wicke, waking up in the same location, or accidentally scaring a room full of people with their sudden appearance.

Oops.

Start of Winter

Thankfully things have more or less dried out, for the seasons are already changing. Or at least, the weather is, and with it...comes snow.

The grass on the island is covered, various trees lose the last of their leaves, the sand becomes crunchy, and even a portion of the ocean water becomes frozen solid. (Take THAT, water!). And with it, Wickies wake up at their feet (or suddenly in their hands if they don’t sleep) warm clothing and various ways to keep warm- or at least keep the cold from messing with their joints!

And with it, there are snow shovels and boots that are set out neatly by the door. It seems more snowk is expected, and foot protection is more important than ever. While it is possible for some (those who are not infected by the Silence at least) to use the teleporter to get from town to their homes, there are pathways that need to be cleared for everyone.

It might be a good time to offer a helping hand! Especially with some Wickies who are snowed into their homes.

Or it could be a good time to use the shovels to gather snow for snow ball fights, snow forts, and similar winter activities. The nice thing about the winter shovels is that they’ll have them for a few months.

Too bad the ground is nearly frozen solid, and these particular shovels are not good for digging into the ground.


Frosty Protections

While there may be the snow and the quiet that’s coming in, there are other things that are coming into the island too. There are tables that linger day or night, which have tangyuan. Some in the shape of various animals, and some of them that are simply balls of colored dough. They are edible, and thankfully they don’t have a negative consequence to eating them (unlike the mooncakes from before) but there are written instructions, which also proclaim outloud to a Wickie if they linger for awhile:

“For the use of protective talismans! Stick it on your chair, your door, your window!”

Interestingly enough, they do seem to work. Wickies who are Silence infected are repelled by them, feeling uneasy and nauseous around them and touching the tangyuan even with covered hands will cause a burning sensation.

Infected Wickies who eat the treats...they’re in for a rough time. Really rough.

There are also little tables with various drinks, some being fruit juice, sparkling fruit juice, champagne and of similar ilk- but not ever with water. That’s just bad luck after everything.

The inscription for this table, which is again read out loud, “Toast to others health”

Picking up the cups, they will be unable to drop it, and the fluid will refill in the Wickie’s cup until they find someone to toast to- whether it’s in humor or in earnestness.

For the next twelve hours after the toast is made, even if the drink is not drunk after, the Wickie toasted will find they will have better luck in that subject, whether it is in health, love, or friendship, or just in general.

The same applies if Wickies toast together to a group of people as well.


Of hooves and horns

The strangest thing of all isn't the sweet rice balls, nor is it the smell of evergreens heavy in the air. Instead, it's the masks set to everyone, and the ruckus music that thrums through the air, deep into the night.

The masks are of a haggard old woman, well worn and aged, and that of a man with horns and facial hair similar to a goat.

There are different effects when it comes to the masks, both happening at night with the music starts.

Wickies wearing the devilish mask find themselves wearing a ragged fur suit, prancing in the streets, ready to whip other Wickies whose behavior has been suspect or bad as of late. Finding the wicked and punishing them is an impulse, neigh impossible to ignore. And, too, there is a sense of wicked glee when they do punish someone with their reeds and whips. Krampus masked Wickies thankfully can be pacified with rum or brandy. They'll need the help of another to pull of the mask. But once it's off, the costume vanishes, and the chagrin of what happened ( or the satisfaction) follows.

Wickies wearing the woman’s mask will find that they’re not trying to scare people, but instead, they find themselves loping in and out of the crowds, searching, scanning, for certain people, all the while wearing ragged clothing, and often a scarf on their now ratty, graying hair.

It’s with a sickening horror that Wickies will realize there is something in the mask that is watching through the mask itself, and is nodding to itself far away and writing their names on a list.

And it’s not Santa Claus.

The Wickie’s wearing the old woman’s mask can be distracted by scattering seeds or threads in front of them- one inducing a true distraction to count and pick up the seeds, and a rage that comes over that of wasted thread.

Seeds make it easier to pull off the mask, and thankfully popcorn counts as a seed! But thread...well, it is a distraction too, but one that can lead to violent consequences. It might mean some rounds of bait and switching until the mask is taken off.

And that’s when the Wickie who had been wearing the mask realizing the list is of ‘bad’ Wickies, But…

how bad could they be?

Confession network

Yet again, the phone goes off. Doesn’t look like it’s anybody in town, but it’s that weird, cheesy app called The Heart Game. And it’s persistent, too: it doesn’t want to be ignored, making a series of beeps and chirps, much like a pet that wants attention.

The message that pops up is as follows:

We’re back! It’s the time for everyone's favorite game- Confession! So beloved users, our question is:

What do you love about winter? Is it the nip on your nose? The hot drinks? Playing in the snow? Tell us!
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zhongli | genshin impact

[personal profile] pragmatism 2020-11-25 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ prompts may contain patch 1.1 spoilers! ]

arrival;

[ Walking through a doorway and arriving in a different place with an experience that may or may not be slight possession is probably strange to many people, but Zhongli has seen too many things to be particularly surprised. It's a good thing that he already settled his affairs as Morax - if he had not, he would probably have removed his self-imposed limits and tried to tear the whole place down until he can return.

Of course, he is no longer the Geo Archon. Here, he is merely an ordinary man. Though, even without his austerity as the God of Contracts, his choice of clothing stands out amongst the forests and snow. With his brows set in a slight frown, he might seem a little intimidating.

Regardless.... he needs answers, and he'll walk through the island until he finds the first human and question them. ]


Where is this place?


food offerings;

[ The strangeness continues - Zhongli keeps his calm impeccable as the days pass, while he seems unperturbed, the experience of being cut off from all that he has known is still unnerving. He helps out wherever the snow falls too deep, shoveling the white rime with little complaint and a single-minded focus. Others may have noticed that he seems to be far stronger physically than his figure might suggest - a snowdrift falls on him, and those who tried to dig him out find that they don't need to. He gets up and continues as if nothing had happened.

It is only when the food tables manifest does he show any sign of resting - he had just been passing by, but the tangyuans draw his attention. They are. familiar, almost painfully so.

He stands by one of the tables, closing his eyes. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes pass... has he turned into a statue? ]



masked and unmasked;

[ Zhongli is cautious beneath his mild manner, and as with many things that are unfamiliar to him, he had taken note of the masks that appear within the island. Some are left on tables, others hanging from the fingers of an inhabitant by their straps - unfamiliar, unusual, and therefore potentially dangerous. Whoever tried to foist a mask into his hands is firmly turned away; and as the music begins to echo throughout the streets, he steps out of his room to seek out whoever has disturbed his rest.

Though, his intention of doing detective work is quickly sidetracked by the presence of other people wearing the mysterious masks. As he watches, it soon becomes apparent to him that the masks are causing some sort of possession. This is something he can't ignore - causing public unrest like that makes him feel an all-too-familiar sense of distaste.

He will have order.

As a masked person passes him nearby, he makes a beeline straight for them and grabs them by the upper arms. Even though Zhongli looks like a normal human, the strength of his grip is supernatural - his will of stone means that it's quite difficult to shake him off. ]


Stop.


wildcard;

[ hmu!! ]
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EDI | Mass Effect

[personal profile] machina_ex_luna 2020-11-25 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
i. arrival
As a rule, there was no such thing as a sense that could not be fooled. It was, in fact, the primary purpose of many an attempt at illegal access, both at EDI and originating from her. The enemy could not fire if its external sensors were reporting false information, if its internal diagnostics were not accurate, if the cockpit readout reported all-green when in fact...

Well, any number of problems could arise, surely. But this was the first time that EDI had experienced what humans, in her limited experience, dealt with on a near-constant basis.

Hallucination: she found her mobile platform between one step and the next, walking through a doorway, but not the half-destroyed makeshift command center she had expected... Somewhere else. Immediately, her processor kicked into its highest speeds, digital fingers reaching out for the global network, the hundreds of thousands of voices that blanketed Earth at all times, the nearly point-eight million spacecraft engaged in combat in orbit and...

Silence.

"This is a problem," EDI informed the room at large. Anyone who did not know her might think she was calm. She was not.

ii. winter's start
Even in cold weather there was no specific reason for EDI to wear pants. There is also no reason for her to wear a brightly colored winter jumper, no matter how many cheerful reindeer are knit into the pattern. But, even if someone had been trying, no one would have been able to stop her.

So here she is, a metal woman, dressed in red and white, and clearly contemplating the nearly five feet of snow surrounding the door of a dwelling with gun in hand.

Technically speaking, incendiary rounds would be highly inefficient, at least in terms of resources. But in terms of time...

iii. protections
"I do not eat," EDI told the snacks, or at least the note designating them as such. She did not touch the food, nor the drink, "I fail to see how these constitute a protection."

It's hard, when you're used to living so much online, to adjust to being alone in your own head all the time. Perhaps speaking to yourself isn't an elegant coping method, but there's only one way to find out. And now that's for everyone in earshot to worry about, too.

v. confession
I have never experienced a 'winter' before this. The temperatures are conductive to efficient resource management for many electronic components.

[The voice on the network is crisp, clear, and free of all static or noise. Hard to believe they could find a mic of that quality, but there you go.]

Of course, the sweaters are nice, too.
colorofthesky: (Disbelieving eyes.)

Zack Fair | Final Fantasy VII

[personal profile] colorofthesky 2020-11-25 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
I. Arrival

[ He really doesn't know what to make of all this.

From the South Sister Town Center onward, Zack Fair walks the streets of this new, unknown place with curious yet watchful eyes. The familiar weight of the Buster at his back is comforting -- though he is actually surprised he arrived here with it.

He shouldn't be here (wherever here is), and none of this should be possible.

Still, he keeps exploring. If he runs into someone (anyone really), he'll call out to them. ]


Hey! Can you tell me about this place?

[ He's painfully new. Can you tell? ]

II. Frosty Protections

[ Needless to say, Zack is very dubious about these tangyuan things. He picks one of them up, looks it over, and takes a peak at the instructions.

Hm. ]


Do you think these actually work?

III. Confession Network

un: zack fair

The snow is fine, I guess? I'm not really sure what else I'm supposed to say.


[ This place is weird. ]

IV. Wildcard

[ Hit me with whatever you got! ]

---

[ ooc: Zack is post-ACC, for those who'd like to know c: ]
out_of_order: (me and my buddy)

Cal Kestis // Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-11-25 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival/Start of Winter

The stillness is strange, unexpected, and yet Cal knows that something is amiss, although he can't place it. Maybe he'd gotten turned around somehow. The icy caverns of Ilum were mazelike, and with Imperials overrunning it, well, it was easy to lose track of which direction to go when you were fighting for your life. The notion's dismissed almost as soon as it comes. There's something else at play here, and he has no idea what.

His boots crunch and sink in the snow, but the cold isn't as biting as it had been when he'd first set out for the caves. The chill breeze that picks up carries a scent he can't quite place, but it would have definitely been amiss on the frozen planet. Hearing the concerned, puzzled beeping over his shoulder makes him feel at least slightly better; he's not alone, wherever this is. "You're not picking up the Mantis, BeeDee?" he frowns, glancing at the little exploration droid that perches behind him. He can't say he's surprised at that, but the confirmation to his senses isn't really all that reassuring.

"Yeah, I have no idea where we are," he replies at BD-1's hooting inquiry. "But we're not alone here." There's life out there, and as the fog thins a bit, they can make out the structures of buildings, a town of sorts, although the architecture's not like any he's familiar with. He tugs up the hood of his beaten scrapper's poncho to try and conserve what warmth he can. Fighting Stormtroopers had kept him from freezing but he hadn't gotten the chance to dry off completely from his plunge into frigid waters, and now the cold creeps in again. Vapor streams from his lips as a laugh escapes him, and the padawan smiles bitterly to himself. Wouldn't that just be great, to have come this far and still end up an icicle? At least they're in a town and not in the middle of nowhere. Shelter at least promises warmth, and Cal imagines there will be time enough to figure out where he is and what's going on when he's not going to freeze to death.



Frosty Projections

Being out of touch with festivities and social gatherings in general, Cal's not sure what to make of the setup of food and drinks. Naturally he's cautious about it all. It's kind of hard to forget the circumstances, finding yourself in a strange world and town with little explanation as to the how's of it all, and now there are these strange food...things with little reason. The provided instructions don't really serve to clarify much either.

He watches as BD-1 wanders along the table, scanning the colorful globs, brow arching as the droid glances at him almost blankly, beeping in admission that he has no idea what they are. "Well, that makes two of us," Cal chuckles, his gaze drifting towards the instructions sitting alongside some of the plates. Talismans?

His thoughts are interrupted as the droid lets out a squawk, bouncing around on one foot as he shakes out the other in an attempt to dislodge one of the tangyuan balls from sticking to his other foot. "BeeDee, what are you- That's what you get for poking at it," he laughs. "Come here-"


((OOC: If you wanna do anything else, I'm game! Also will match tagging preference.))
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hua cheng ❀ heaven official's blessing ❀ ota

[personal profile] illegibly 2020-11-25 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Will contain spoilers for Heaven Official's Blessing. ]

WAKING UP

[ Hua Cheng lives in a large palace with a ridiculously plush bed and oversized bedroom, but he'd gone to sleep last night in a shrine that had seen better days, on a thin bed roll which was pokey in places. He wakes up in neither of these locations, but rather in what appears to be a bathtub in a ramshackle town where it was much, much colder than the late summer weather he expects.

Far be it from the only time he's regained consciousness after a significant passing of time, but usually when this happens, he has some sort of recollection of how he died. Disappeared. Whatever.

The most disturbing part about this whole situation to Hua Cheng, is that he wakes up entirely alone. And so, eye narrowing and hand on his sword-hilt, he makes his way out of the bathroom and... promptly crashes headlong into your character. Good morning, new roommate.
]

Where is this?

[ He lifts his sword by instinct, though if your character is a child or appears somewhat harmless or scared, he will immediately sheathe it. ]

START OF WINTER

[ People are, in general, more comfortable with Hua Cheng when he's dressed appropriately and takes on the appearance of a teenager, so right now he's bundled up in thick furs and his features are soft around the edges.

Despite the ever-piling snow, he appears to be undeterred, and starts shoveling faster.
]

Need a hand?

FROSTY PROTECTIONS

[ Hua Cheng has never heard of using tangyuan as a talisman, and he honestly doesn't know what to do with them besides eat. Considering he's dead, he mostly eats and drinks for the novelty, and so, for the most part, he tries to refrain from taking up what seem like limited resources. For some reason, people keep handing him food before he has a chance to refuse it, and now he looks curiously at his cup of wine.

He tries to pass it off to someone else, but for whatever reason, he can't bear to say the words, and he can't bear to put it down. What a wasteful use of a curse!

Remembering the instruction earlier, he looks over at the nearest person and raises his glass.
]

A toast. To your luck.

NETWORK

Plum blossoms.

WILDCARD

[ HMU with your own starter or [plurk.com profile] assemble ]
Edited 2020-11-25 05:58 (UTC)
illegibly: (Default)

ii

[personal profile] illegibly 2020-11-25 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think so. But what are they supposed to keep away?

[ He looks over curiously at the pink tangyuan in Zack's bowl? Hand? ]

Pigs?
astromechanical: (sirius.)

( food offerings. )

[personal profile] astromechanical 2020-11-25 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ certainly catches the attention of something passing by.

er. rolling by, in any case.

bb-8 notices that the figure hasn't moved since their last round around the table. has something happened to him...? the food doesn't look like it has been disturbed, so bb-8 can cross that off as a cause for the strange stillness.

rolling up so they can bump up against his legs - a few times at that, for good measure - bb-8 lets out a series of beeps and chirps, trying to get his attention. hello? hello?? are you okay? ]
sarashi: (→the thunderstorm)

ryuunosuke fujinami | urusei yatsura

[personal profile] sarashi 2020-11-25 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
a. arrival

[ The last thing Ryuunosuke remembered before blacking out was the endless skies of mushrooms. There was a game of tag going on, the world hanging in the balance on some idiot's shoulders, and she was...

Stepping through a door, no longer somewhere familiar. The air was different, the mushrooms were gone, and this... sure as hell wasn't where she just was. This had to be some kinda trick by the aliens, or by Moroboshi, or by somebody. Her dad, maybe? No, he'd have probably already shown up by now.

Still, she's going to need answers. Which is why she's going up to anyone she can and asking, point blank: ]


Hey. Have you seen a shitty old man with a stupid face?

[ She's not getting any more descriptive than that. ]

b. start of winter

[ She hates this.

As someone who grew up near the sea, someone who had worked so hard during the summer, she couldn't stand when the temperature dropped this much. Especially when she wasn't even prepared for it! But, she cant complain too much. At least they managed to give her a big parka to wear while she was outside.

It didn't take her that long to realize how bothersome all the snow would be, which is why she's immediately started on shoveling in front of her cottage. And uh, anyone else's. In fact, she's already starting on clearing out a path, stern and focused while doing so. And of course, trying not to slip on the ice.

When she sees you, her response might be a bit different depending on... well, you. If you're small and weak looking, or more on the petite side, she just waves. ]


Be careful! S'kinda slippery over here.

[ But if you're bigger and look muscular-- ]

Oi, grab a shovel and c'mon. We got a lot to do!

c. frosty protections

[ If you're nearby any of the little tables, you're probably very clearly able to see a figure struggling with something in their hand. They're grunting an awful lot, and eventually they go down with a yell, some liquid flying up and into their face.

Why yes, Ryuunosuke did have something to drink, and yes, she is getting progressively more pissed off. ]


Son of a-- [ No matter what she does she can't seem to get the cup off of her hand, and it's getting on her last nerve. It might be best not to make eye contact, but. Too late. ]

Gimme a hand here! This thing's stuck!

d. wildcard

[ If you have any other ideas, feel free to hmu through PMs! Ryuunosuke's whole deal is that she's a girl who looks like and was raised as a guy by her shithead dad, and she's strong/good at fighting and all that. Also, she's from a gag manga, so y'know. ]
colorofthesky: (Beyond the crystal sea.)

[personal profile] colorofthesky 2020-11-25 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Zack turns it over in his hand with a frown on his face... and sighs. ]

Not a clue. I've seen good luck charms and stuff like that before, but none of them looked like this.
bindsthedead: (art-cause for concern)

Food Offerings

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-11-25 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Sir? [The offerings themselves are strange to Sabriel- her idea of a midwinter festival involves mulled wine, roast meat, and decorations and stories about the six spirits of winter and the Bird of Dawning. But clearly these have meaning for someone, and Sabriel can't disapprove of supernatural protection, in whatever form its offered.

But the man hasn't moved, and Sabriel's growing a little concerned.]


Sir? Are you all right?
illegibly: (Default)

[personal profile] illegibly 2020-11-25 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe you should eat it.

[ He's had one or two. He can't recommend them cold. ]

I've never heard of a talisman working that way, but I'd also never heard of a bathtub that both fills and drains itself.

[ This place is really, frustratingly, beyond his understanding. ]
lapofluxury: (huh.)

Aria Lyde | OC

[personal profile] lapofluxury 2020-11-25 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival.

[Hey, remember that period of time where planking was a thing? Where people would just lay down on top of things for no reason? To the point people got competitive about it, and would plank on ever increasingly dangerous and high up places?

Yeah. Well. There's a young man laying prone across the top of a high warddrobe, unawares of what's going on around him in his peaceful slumbering state. Until he yawns and turns over, proceeding to roll straight off of the warddrobe and hitting the floor with a loud thump and a yell.

If you didn't realize he was there before, you sure are aware now!]


What the FUCK—

Start of Winter.

[While Aria was quick to dress in the warmer clothes, always the type to absolutely despise the cold, he's staring down at the shovel that's been placed in his hands with an element of disgust, and looks back up with a scrunched brow at whoever handed it to him.]

You want me to... shovel?

[It's been a hot minute since he's willingly participated in any sort of manual labor, and he isn't about to start again today, no thank you.]

Frosty Protections.

Never-ending champagne? Fuck yeah!

[It's very hard to tell whether or not this kid is actually of legal drinking age... whatever that may even be around here... but even so, he's purposefully avoided making a toast so far so he can just keep getting his alcohol refilled, tipping it back with a satisfied sigh.

But if you let him continue to get intoxicated, he's gonna reach the point where he's sick of it, and uselessly flailing his hand to try to get the glass off, drink sloshing everywhere.]


Come oooonnn, you piece of—

Confession network.

cold sucks. snow sucks. winter sucks. thank you for your time.
pragmatism: (12)

[personal profile] pragmatism 2020-11-25 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Zhongli is attuned to the earth merely by standing on it, so he did notice BB's approach... though he did not react to them, figuring that they would not notice him.

Except they do. The sensation of a small robot circling him drags him back from his reminiscing. Was the object (???) lost? Zhongli crouches down to get a closer look, not expecting the round... thing to be capable of speech. ]
pragmatism: (08)

[personal profile] pragmatism 2020-11-25 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tangyuan are a traditional Liyue dessert served in the depths of winter, where families meet to celebrate the weathering of another winter and the hopes of a new year. Such customs are things that he is able to recite at the drop of a hat, having seen countless human families meet under the winter moon. But as for him - as for those whom he could have called family, he had bid all of them goodbye.

Such is the fate of an Archon.

— he's drawn from the midst of his thoughts by the sound of another's voice. It seems that his temporary lapse has been noticed. ]


Ah? Yes, I am fine. Thank you.

[ He's once again the calm and polite man that most people should know him as. He gives the woman before him a quick look - she approached him out of concern, and he should acknowledge her kindness. ]

Do you know who placed these here?
Edited 2020-11-25 06:33 (UTC)
bindsthedead: (Art-Notice; Almost a smile)

Arrival

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-11-25 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
The cold is something Sabriel's been expecting but not exactly looking forward too, although winter clothing helps.

As Cal walks through the town, he might spot a tall figure in blue wool and silver fur, clearing a path from a cottage door to the main street. When Sabriel spots someone- a face she doesn't recognize, in clothes that aren't suitable for the weather.

"What are you doing, dressed like that? Come inside, I'll get you something to warm up!"
bindsthedead: (art-breath)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-11-25 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
[The woman in question is young- still a teenager, but tall and pale, wiry beneath her layers of wool and fur.]

I'm afraid I don't. They look like some sort of food, although the note says they're a talisman. Are you sure you're all right? You were just- standing still for a long time.

[In clothes that were not suitable at all for this weather. Sabriel frowns slightly as she scrutinizes the man with her more supernatural senses. He's obviously not Dead, and he doesn't have the hot-metal stench of Free magic, but what his he? A mage with enough energy to just use a spell to stay warm, or something else?]
out_of_order: (wuh-oh)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-11-25 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment Cal wonders if he's hallucinating. The words he's greeted with almost make him laugh. He doesn't need a stranger to tell him that much- Bracca got more wet than cold even in its off seasons, and he hadn't even gone to Ilum prepared for the wintry weather.

"Didn't exactly have much choice," he admits.

The invitation however is not something he's about to turn down, and with a stammered thanks, he trudges on towards the cottage and the bundled up woman.
ragsnbone: (but really who r dem)

waking up

[personal profile] ragsnbone 2020-11-25 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ He was getting use to these surprise appearances happening every few weeks, so when a rather intimidating man with only one eye and a sword comes out of the bathroom, he barely blinks. The cat in his arms though hisses before scrambling up his chest to settle on top of his sleep-tousled head as a ball of black fuzz and claws. ]

Oh. That time again? [ He reaches up in an attempt to untangle cat from hair, yawning as he does so. ] Sorry, barely awake here... what did you ask?
nerine: (Natural fit)

network!

[personal profile] nerine 2020-11-25 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Plum blossoms? Not peonies?

[How exciting it is to see that there are new people out and about just like her not too long ago... But it's also cold so Monts doesn't want to leave the cottage yet so there.]
bindsthedead: (Art-On the ground)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-11-25 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Divested of her cold weather gear, the figure turns out to be a woman- tall and skinny, and around his age. Sabriel hangs up her clothes by the door, and immediately starts filling the kettle.

"Would you like tea? I think we have some cocoa too though." She offers him a smile.

"I don't think we've met before- have you been here very long?" She hasn't met everyone on the island, although that red hair is striking- surely she'd have remembered seeing him, if only in passing.
sassery: (i'm about to begin)

i YOU

[personal profile] sassery 2020-11-25 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Honestly, cold weather isn't that different from any other weather for Nero, so he's around in warmer gear and kind of making his way back towards Jacob Cottage. Being waved down by a new face actually isn't as surprising as it may have been over a year ago.

He offers a bit of a smile, brow raising at the buster sword.]


What, about the island, or about how we're basically all trapped in a B-grade horror movie?
illegibly: (hellfire)

[personal profile] illegibly 2020-11-25 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, that's not what he's expecting, but for the cat, he'll lower his weapon. He won't put it away, but it's better that he doesn't. ]

I asked, where is this?

[ He looks the other man up and down, and can't place what region they're in from his choice of clothing, which makes his lips draw into a tight, very unimpressed line. ]
heartinparadise: <user name="shipping"> (surprised)

Frosty Protections

[personal profile] heartinparadise 2020-11-25 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a while before he wanders out of the cottage, only to find that the entire area is like this, foreign-looking buildings and architecture, clothing that he can't place at all, and not a single face he recognizes. He feels a bit like a tourist, gawping at a new city for the first time, but he can hardly help it.

Though he's no stranger to eating what he can find, he still feels a touch of apprehension indulging in the unguarded tangyuan. They're so nicely presented, surely they're meant for someone? But he does see others partaking, and it's easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission, so he approaches the table and starts spooning them into his mouth, with hardly a glance at the note about talismans.

It's a while before he sees a familiar figure, and he nearly knocks over the table on his way to run over, his bowl and spoon still in hand. His eyes are wide in unspoken confusion, but as usual, Hua Cheng seems at ease, even holding a wine glass and greeting him with a toast. To his luck.]


San Lang? To my- thank you, but-

[He asks, because Hua Cheng always has an answer.]

What's going on?
astromechanical: (rigel.)

( frosty projections. )

[personal profile] astromechanical 2020-11-25 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
BB-8 is not jealous. That would be a silly thing to even speculate. They're just... curious yet cautious to see there's a pair here. A pair that got to stick together, at that.

But even from their hiding spot, peeking around the corner of something large enough to hide their frame, BB-8 can see when a fellow droid is in need of aid. Human food getting in-between the panels and seams of some circuity was a bother to clean out afterwards, period. Yuck.

Rolling out from their hiding spot, BB-8 alerts the pair to their presence with a series of whistles and beeps, rolling towards them with as much confidence they can muster at the moment. Do they need some help over here?