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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!

Threaded | Flat

For questions about the TDM!

[ 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!! ]

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.

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: ]

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.))

[ 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 assemble ]

Edited 2020-11-25 05:58 (UTC)

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. ]

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.

Arrival

[Xie Lian is comfortable sleeping just about anywhere. His bedroll at Puqi Shrine is fairly thin, but it's a step up from the ground, or even just the matted floors. What really throws him though, is waking up on a bed. It's soft and supports his back in all the nicest of ways, and for the first time in a while he doesn't have the usual aches and pains that come with sleeping on a hard surface.

He sits up suddenly, eyes flicking over unfamiliar ceiling, and taking in the strange room. ]

How...?

[It's not anywhere he recognizes, and certainly doesn't match the indulgent aesthetic of Paradise Manor, nor any of the Heavenly Official's homes.

He pats himself down, but everything seems in place; his well-worn bamboo hat is beside him, his robes undisturbed, Rouye at his wrist, and even the crystal ring he wears on a thin silver chain around his neck is still there. ]

Hello?

[He pads softly around the room before trying the door. In place of a handle was an odd, knob-like protrusion, and it took a moment to figure that he wasn't locked in, that the knob had to be turned instead. Right.

A room was a room and a bed was a bed, but as he walked out into the common area, baffled by what had to be a stove and a cabinet that seems to be humming softly. Ever-curious and quick to leap before he looks, he pulls the door handle open, only to find the temperature drops suddenly inside the little cabinet. Ice has built up in places, and he reaches out to touch it, just to be sure he isn't dreaming all of this. A spell to keep food cold?]

How does it work?

[Xie Lian continues his way around the cottage, marveling at perfectly mundane appliances as he tries to figure each one out. You may find him trying to reason what a toaster is for, or the loud, surprised shout as he finds the shower and manages to drench himself with it in a matter of moments.]

Ah, thank goodness, could you help me with this?

Start of Winter

[It takes a bit to dry off, after the incident with the shower, but luckily it seems they've left out some warm clothing to put on before venturing outside. He picks up some knitted gloves and decides to keep his own boots, but there's an oversized hooded ~~snuggie~~ robe made of the softest plush material in pale blue. It's a bit of a trick to get his cultivator robes under all that soft, fuzzy fabric, but it's awfully toasty and warm once he does, and it makes the cold outside hardly noticeable.

What he doesn't anticipate though, is just how deep the snow is, nor how light the powder. Without meaning to, he strays from the main paths, and manages to catch his foot and stumble waist-deep into a particularly deep snowdrift.

It's not that he lacks the strength to pull himself free, but it is a bit awkward, and if he exerts too much push, his hand just sinks into the snow. It's difficult to get much purchase, so the moment he spots anyone, he's quick to wave them over.]

Sorry, could you give me a hand?

Frosty Protections

[As one who is used to scraps and leftovers, seeing so many fresh bowls of tangyuan just sitting out and begging to be eaten makes it nearly impossible to resist. No one seems to be claiming them, and really, he thinks, it would be a shame if they went to waste.

Some of them are even decorated, with such cute features he can hardly bear to eat them. He has, of course, already eaten about three of the little round lop-eared bunny shaped ones before even bothering to read the note. ]

Talismans?

[Aside from leaving his lips a little tingly with- oh- probably the remnants of spiritual energy he's acquired at Qiangdeng Temple, he doesn't really notice anything amiss in eating them. And eating them seems a far better use, in his opinion. If anyone needed a protective talisman, he could track down a bit of paper and draw one up. Much more practical, he thought.]

Sorry, was this yours? I'll get you a better talisman, I promise! One that won't rot away, all right?

Confession Network

[Xie Lian nearly falls over in startled shock as his sleeve starts ringing and vibrating, and it takes him a good while to retrieve the device that's to blame.]

What is- Hello?

[He's not terribly fond of the cold, but-]

I suppose... the New Year celebrations are nice? The crowds are particularly generous that time of year, I think.

arrival/snow

[of all the possible interruptions he could have, showing up in an unfamiliar place certainly is unanticipated. this really shouldn't happen to him, he's sure, but when initial efforts prove it impossible to travel right to the rift and escape it...

well. it seems investigation is going to be in order, and luckily (or unluckily, depending on how one looks at it) he shortly finds he's not alone. whoever else is in this building will get a brief, contemplative look-over, before the corner of his mouth quirks into a half-smile.]

So it is not abandoned, is it? Good. Mayhap you will make yourself useful enough; if we are to quit this place, it appears it may take some amount of effort.

[judging by both the placement of the shovels and the snowdrifts outside the windows, anyway... but he's not grabbing one himself, just giving whoever else is present an expectant look. is this where you live? apparently that doesn't really matter to this guy.]

protections

[later, you might find him looking over those tables, but he's hardly so impulsive as to touch anything. he's just looking over the instructions with the tangyuan, slightly dubiously.]

Well, they certainly don't look like much, although... I don't suppose you know anything of these claims of protection?

[raising a brow at the nearest person, there. it's not a custom he is familiar with, at the least, but then this is nowhere familiar either, and he is still busy collecting information on it.]

network

[it's not exactly a type of device he's used to, and an interface like this thing has feels somewhat lacking... but he'll make do, he supposes, even if the question seems a bit pointless.

replies from him come under the username solus.]

I take it this happens often, with such an introduction? Really, one would think there are far more pressing questions to ask, not to mention ones of more interest...

But if the sender's curiosity simply must be sated, then I do find the quiet which comes with snowfall to be most appealing, personally.

[[as an ooc note, i know shadowbringers has been out for a while now/i don't anticipate spoilers really coming up here, but they'll get marked if they do! if you want to hit me up for anything please feel free to pm me also, or you can reach me on plurk @ probabiliteej.]]

[Contains spoilers up to the S4 finale!]

Arrival
When Glimmer comes to, she doesn't know where she's expecting to have found herself. Laid out on someone's couch, shivering from the cold permeating the building when there's no blanket to cover her, was extremely low on her list. Did she just pass out, after that beam took her and Hordak...?

Everything still aches, exhaustion hanging in her bones, and she grunts quietly as she pushes herself up into a sitting position, legs curled up underneath her, and she takes a moment to hold one palm up so a small, brilliant orb of sparkles can coalesce above it, and there's a quiet sigh of relief from her. She's still charged, somehow.

It's only then that she actually looks around, seeing if there's anyone present in this weird room she's woken up in. "...hello?"

Frosty Protections
Well, at least there was a thick, light purple coat for her to wear, so she doesn't have to go outside in her extremely thin, temperate-weather-only outfit. Her hands are still bare, but that means she's more disposed towards picking up one of the bowls of weird dumplings and holding it against her chest, rather than just picking some to eat standing at the table.

Because she still feels very awkward and nervous and ~~completely~~ mildly unsettled about whatever the hell is happening right now; but warm food is warm food, and it's nice to just be able to enjoy something that feels normal - the dumplings remind her of the ones she used to make with her mother, even if they seem like they're made of something other than flour.

However, she has taken an entire bowl to herself, which is less than polite.

Of Hooves and Horns
There is a very short, surprisingly aggressive little Krampus figure flashing around with a wickedly gleeful laugh, letting out the kind of totally unhinged manic laugh that only comes when that person is having the most fun they've had in forever - which seems to stand true for this short one, especially after it scores a really good crack on someone's ribs with its whip.

But it doesn't try to run-- instead, it sparkles, and in a blink of glitter the figure vanishes, cropping up in the same-said sparkles a distance away: it could be a few metres, it could be halfway across town, or it could be directly on the other side of the poor individual they're tormenting, but they're definitely .teleporting.

Which is gonna make it a bitch to get the mask off them.

Edited 2020-11-25 11:17 (UTC)

Arrival

(And Claude arrives with an— oop!

Lying on his back, his arms hunched over him, and his legs sticking out a bath tub. It's kind of an awkward angle so when he tries to wiggle himself back up, he ends up knocking all sorts of bottles and rubber ducks or whatever you have on the floor. He moves his arm back, bracing himself to get up and his hand goes down on the handle for the faucet.

And the shower comes on over him. )

-- Yikes!

("Yikes."

It's cold? It's cold! No one likes getting into a cold shower and he scrambles out of the tub and onto the floor with all of the grace of a fresh baby faun.)

Start of Winter

(Hmmmm. He doesn't like this. Send him back to Dedriu where the weather is temperate and nice. Sure, it gets cold but it doesn't quite freeze like this. He's never seen the ocean frozen like this before! Wow!

It kind of reminds him of the cold winter nights at Garreg Mach and and admittedly, those aren't his favorite moments unless he has a cozy drink and a warm fire. He's a real temperate flower, you know? At least this place was generous enough to give him something to wear. My, he's never seen fashion like this before but you know what? It's comfortable! So he's rolling with it.

Anyway, Claude isn't here to have a hard time; he's here to have a good time! So he's just going to pat, pat, pat at this snowball in his hand and aim it right for you. His aim is great. It probably hits you in the head.)

Hah! That's like ten points right there.

(Unless he misses or you catch it a la being a real cool person and then he's just like,)

Oof... I'll be honest. I didn't expect that.

(A surprise attack only works if it, well... works!

Hm.

A w k w a r d )

Frosty Protections

(Eighteen is definitely an acceptable drinking age and he doesn't need any of you adults judging him right now (though, you're welcome to try). He has himself a glass of champagne and he's doing this thing where he just...

Shakes his hand? Raises it up and down? Turns the glass over and tries to get the glass to drop? But it never does! He can't seem to move his fingers at all! Instead of distressed, he just looks terribly amused, though. And when he sets the glass up right in his hand, it fills back up!)

Interesting...

(And when he sees you (yes, you) he holds out his glass and says very loudly,)

You there! I believe a toast is in order! Have anything in mind or do I need to sift through the old memory for something to use? I've got some good ones.

(He probably has tens and tens of toasts he can just repurpose for this.)

Confession Network

UN: Dimitri

(That isn't even his hecking name but who's going to stop him? Also I don't know how to RP Dimitri and that's okay because Claude doesn't need to know how to RP Dimitri. It's not like he's here to protect his princely and knightly honor or anything! He hasn't seen him around here yet and even if he was, what's he going to do? Show up in his bath tub and beat him with a rubber duck? Hah! )

About winter? Why, that's easy but I do wonder what the purpose of this sort of question is. Do we have to answer? Is that all?

Wildcard

(Come at me! Or hit me up on plurk at eski. Teeny bop Claude is Golden Deer/Verdant Winds route so if you'd like to avoid spoilers, I have an opt-out post here.)

Edited 2020-11-25 12:05 (UTC)

( please take a look at this perception post for an idea of how characters will be able to see ahmi/ammy, and let me know somewhere in the comments! ahmi is also a recollé crau of amaterasu, and will most likely sense any silence infected! )

ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ (only one tag in, please!)

[ congratulations, lucky winner! we’re sleeping! the winter chill definitely aids in the persistent need to stay under the covers and keep sleeping even if you’re awake. but what’s this? you’re getting shoved? punched, kicked, rolled on? by something quite heavy and insistent on being so aggressive and— slobbery? if you’d be too nervous to see a woman in her nightgown, you’ll be sharing your bed with fluff. ]

sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ

[ look at all this snow. ahmi wasn’t usually one to go against the course of nature . . . but one never did say she couldn’t sprinkle in her own touches to help. you don’t have to look up at the cloudy sky to feel the sun’s heat seeping through grey. ]

Here comes the sun. [ says a women, only as if she’s speaking of the weather as any other would. in her hands is a steaming mug of tea, and with her other hand, she beckons from a porch. ] Warm your fingers for a moment, child. Come, come. I’m sure it’ll be some ways easier to shovel more snow if it softens. Heat has a way of trickling into the hearts of even the coldest of things.

[ alternatively, if only a wolf as blindingly white as the snow itself is what you can see, you’ll see it digging, prancing, looking up from a pile of snow with her snout building a little mountain. you look . . . far too serious. far too bah humbug for her tastes— or maybe you’re just prankable. a snowball hits you from behind, but when you turn to see who did it . . . all you see is the canine innocently looking somewhere else, then at the sky, then at you. then she breaks out a panting, canine grin. dogs can’t throw snowballs. don’t be silly. ]

ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇ

un: ahmi
I hope we needn’t choose simply one! I have far too many to count on my hands and feet. Those adorable sweaters that people say are ugly, for example! They hold a jolly charm to them that only their creators would understand.

I am aware that implies that I have made one myself, and truth be told! It even had little footsies, for an infant. This one had been my latest!

ATTACHMENT: IMAGE_2018

Feast your eyes, little ones 😎 Oh, and if any interest sparks in having your own, do let me know, I would be delighted to take on the challenge, children or adults alike! It is a time of giving, your friends and family will perhaps cringe at the sight of this gift, but you will not. You will laugh, and others will laugh, and your laughter shall bring the wonderful spirits of the holidays to a palpable light. Ho ho ho! ✨🎅🎄🦌

A. Arrival
[One moment Kantera is standing in his shop, sorting through his medicines. Russell had purchased quite a number of capsules, and it was important to keep an eye on his stock. Perhaps he should spend some time tonight making more-

-wonderful wonderful WONDERFUL-

When Kantera finds himself in a doorway of a South Sister building, his first reaction is to pause for a moment. He turns around and walks through the doorway he had passed through as if that would send him home.

No dice.]

Goodness, this seems quite bothersome... [When he spots the nearest person, no matter how intimidating they might look, he calls out to them.] Excuse me, might I trouble you with a few questions?

B. Start of Winter
[Kantera is perfectly at home in the cold - ice is his element, after all. However, not everyone is so lucky.

That's why you might find him having set up shop in Sister's Helpers, with a small sign stuck on the front door:

CHARMS AGAINST COLD OFFERED - BARTER ONLY

It's not technically medicine as such, but it seems the right place to offer his services.

Kantera is inside, sorting through the supplies and taking note of what they have and don't have.]

C. Confession Network
Naturally, 'tis the excuse to roll out the kotatsu and relax in comfort. What greater pleasure could there be?

D. Wildcard
[hassle your local dragon grandpa]

start of winter.

[ there's a figure wrapped in warm layers - nezumi knows more that enough about the dangers of the cold to not necessarily ignore the obvious ways to prevent them from catching up to him, personally. if there are layers of clothing being provided, he'll take the chance to not lose a limb in exchange.

he's got a shovel stabbed into the snow, stable enough that he can lean on it, arms folded on the handle and watch the rest of the attempts to shift and clear snow from the area. there are a couple of other shovels nearby, littering the floor.

wander too close to them and he'll eye you for a moment, before pushing himself off his leaning post, tugging it out of the snow and holding it out like an offering. ]

By all means, don't let me stop you.

[ notably, he makes no attempt to start shovelling himself. ]

frosty protections.

[ there was a bowl of tangyuan here. maybe a few moments ago. but it didn't last long after a long day of watching everyone else shovel snow.

the tangyuan is less important than the drink being served with it. it's been picked up already, so it's stuck to nezumi's hand. he holds his hand flat, tips it over and watches as it remains steadfastly attached to his plam even as the liquid pours out onto the ground, only for the cup to refill as soon as he turns it upright. ]

...

[ huh. ]

confession.

UN: eve

Here's a better question: what is there to love about winter? The frostbite? Potential hypothermia? Personally I'm a fan of the part where food supplies run dry because nothing can grow, but that's just my own opinion.

[ charming. ]

wildcard.

[ just let me know if there's anything else you'd be interested in doing, not listed here. ]

I. ARRIVAL

[It's not a comfortable arrival. One moment going through one window and the next moment coming in through a completely different ones means the blonde more or less tumbles into the particular cottage 'chosen' through one of the many windows.

She hits the floor with little grace and with a pretty solid sounding thud accompanied by the clattering and rattling of whatever is in the messenger bag at her hip.

The girl lays there a moment in a mass of wild blonde hair for a moment and then slowly leverages herself up onto her elbows, mostly so she can reach for head forehead with a hand.]

Ow.

II. PLAYING IN THE SNOW

[Technically Rachel does know about the concept of making snow ball fights, snow forts and such. She's never had people to do those sorts of things with of course so how they function otherwise escapes her.

Meanwhile what she does know about is snowmen. And after clearing the walkway of whatever cottage she ended up in others will find the shovel propped up against the house and Rachel herself on her knees rolling up a ball to start the snowman. She's extremely easy to spot in that deep red winter coat of hers.]

III. PROTECTIONS

[At one point or another Rachel will approach someone. They likely have a drink too but maybe they don't? Either way she looks completely serious when she gestures the cup of fruit juice in her one hand.]

Toast me.

[At least this request ought to be more palatable to most people than any previous ones she's made?]

IV. CONFESSION NETWORK

un: ray

I don't love winter.

[Blunt and to the point, even in text. A few seconds later she seems to think better of leaving it at just that.]

I don't hate it either.

V. WILDCARD

[Here are Rache's permissions.
Feel free to hit me up for any other prompts or variations on the ones posted. PMs are open for plotting!]

「i. start of winter」

( Hellsalem's Lot doesn't get snow due to the barrier, and the world on the other side is pretty expansive, all things considered - so this might just be the first time Aligula's ever seen it.

And, after some initial "what the Heck is this," she is... Moderately Okay with it. It's cold and wet and icky, but it's super pretty at the same time!!! And it's a great excuse to cuddle up to that super special someone...♪

Not that her boytoy is here, but that's not the point. Other people are, and she is on the Hunt for couples to needle about their love life. Tromping through too much snow, rubbing her poor little arms... She's cold even with a nice winter jacket on.

That's probably because she keeps falling right through the snow. She's not going to shovel it, because she has never done that in her Life and she will not start now, but it's kind of frustrating to have to pull herself out of the deeper parts anyway. Sucks to be pint-sized sometimes. )

Ooooooh, I can't stand this! Winter's so good for sooooooo many things, but who the hell thought that making it wet was a good idea!? It's not even the good kind of wet...

( jesus chr- she's brushing herself off again, huffing. At least her mask (?) doesn't get cold. Little things. )

Stupid dumb-dumb... white crap... ( :T!!

It's okay though, she becomes a little more fond of snow when she realizes she can shift her suffering onto other people. Don't ask how she's managed it, but Aligula's scampered her way up somewhere high and she's just. Dumping snow on people. Watch out!! The culprit laughs after every successful attempt, so she's clearly not trying to hide the fact she's doing it... )

「ii. confession network」

(un: amorous)

its the "having an excuse to cuddle w your loved one" part!!!!!!! theres TOTALLY NOTHING BETTER ok take it from me!!!!!!!!!! and theres soooooooooooo many cute things you can do in winter too like share hot coco (omg indirect kisses) and share blankets (omg there was only one blanket) and find super creative ways to stay warm when youre trapped out in the cold.......

heeheeheeheehee ♥

btw jsyk fyi if you start feeling like youre too hot and you need to take your clothes off 1 do it (as long as youre like seriously hot lookswise if youre ugly then ignore this) and 2 that means hypothermia is settling in!! my specialty is surgery so i dont know SO MUCH about all that but thats like one of the basics everyone in my profession knows that!!!

tata ♪

「iii. wc」

( throw me anything. i'm still wiggling on if i want to take her from crau or not (all it'd do is give her a case of Having Empathy), but things are good otherwise. )

Edited 2020-11-25 15:42 (UTC)

-Arrival-
Well this is new..Xue Yang opens his eyes to find himself in a less then comfortable position in an extremely hard bed. Or..tub. Somehow the bed is now a tub. He pushes himself up, trying to work some of the stiffness from his body after being in an awkward position for who knows how long.

Stepping out of it he looks around at the room he has found himself in. He's not entirely sure how he ended up here as a sleep foggy brain tries to make sense of everything. Pushing the door open he walks into the main part of his house, making sure to keep his voice disguised before calling out, "Daozhang? What is going on?" Those around seem startled by the appearance and he certainly doesn't recognize the house or most of them so he strolls right out the door and to the street.

"Daozhang?"

-Toast-
Xue Yang has tried over and over again to set the glass in his hand down but it is like it is glued to his hand. He had tried one of the tasty treats and found it to be delightful, but also gave him a need for a drink. When he emptied the glass it refilled and no amount of effort could get the drink to stay empty or get out of his hand.

So now he pouts a little, still eating the dough with one hand while clutching the glass in the other. He doesn't really understand what is going on, but he is starting to get frustrated.

He holds the glass out to whomever happens to pass by. Begrudgingly asking for assistance.

"Get rid of this thing!"

Or demanding assistance...

-Masks-
Xue Yang didn't put on one of the masks. Rather he got whipped by someone wearing one. Or at least they tried to and realized quickly what a mistake in judgement they had made. Xue Yang currently has the man on the ground, his foot on his chest, holding him down with a good portion of his weight.

"You clearly don't know who I am or you would have thought twice about what you just did. Perhaps you are the one that needs to be whipped into shape."

He snaps that whip he had stolen from the man against the ground by his head. It's been a long time since he has enjoyed a live plaything.

-Confessions-
[Xue Yang is startled when the little box starts dinging at him. At first he threw it across the room in an attempt to silence it. But when that didn't work he finally started playing with it to see what it could do. When the question flashed across it, he looks around..wondering what he is supposed to do with it.]

What the hell are you talking about? Why would anyone like winter?

ooc; Kitsuno is an Fox Oracle and princess, and has a condition she's containing with powerful limiter bracelets she wears on her wrists and ankles. None of her abilities or condition's effects will be affecting anyone, but if anyone wishes to opt in for them, feel free to read this post and let me know if you'd like to play with them, otherwise no need to worry about any of that! Anyone that can sense supernatural entities can notice she's not entirely human, as well (she has the aura of a fox spirit!) Sorry for the tldr!

« Arrival »

[ She wonders if she's been kidnapped again.

This isn't an unusual phenomenon, but most demons in her realm usually didn't get very far with their attempts. She'd gotten so used to them by now that it didn't really phase her, but this was a particularly bold attempt that she was alarmed at. Her retainers ought to have caught these as soon as they happened- as well as the entity that was bonded to her, but she couldn't sense their presence anywhere. Thankfully, her little familiar, a tiny spirit-fox with animated eyes, is with her and quickly accompanies her to ensure that there is no danger about.

It's why she's fearful, as she exits the room she's awakened in- there's really nothing on her aside from her long robes in hues of red and layers of white beneath, which again confuses her- these aren't her sleeping robes, so she wasn't taken while asleep- and she knows she'd been awake before this, making her offerings to the Goddess as she did on the regular.

She looks confused at that, too, rubbing the side of her head- how could she not know or notice? She hardly leaves her palace lately except for her daily ritual and surrounded by her retainers, so it makes no sense how anyone could have gotten in far enough to move her with all the charms and guards around. She's not even allowed out beyond the palace walls.

The way the voices echo in her head and scare her, though, is beyond anything she's ever experienced, and it unsettles her enough to run out of the space she awakened in. ]

A:

[ She might run into someone on the way out, shaking and looking unsettled- and probably near tears at first. She's definitely not dressed for the cold, and she'll be looking confused until she makes eye contact with someone, then probably back off a little nervously before gathering the courage and asking- ]

I apologize... but may I trouble you for a moment?

B: (Start of Winter-ish )

[ She's probably been aided already, and is exploring around, staring in awe at her surroundings. She's never seen construction like this, as much as she's heard of other worlds- and if anyone seems to be in need of aid with the snow, she'll approach and apologize politely. ]

Would you like some assistance? I can warm your equipment with a spell if you'd like.

[ Feel free to chase her off or turn her down or accept! ]

« Frosty Protections »

[ How curious. She does know better than to accept free meals, but after spending so much time wandering and being confused, she finally gives in to eating some of the tangyuan. It tastes nice, and she doesn't particularly feel unsafe while doing so-

Though if she sees others looking nervous, she'll approach curiously. ]

Do you not like sweets?

[ As a fox, she loves them. Though she does get confused when she can't seem to put down the cup of her drink, watching it refill with confusion- so she might be looking around uncertainly, murmuring... ]

What's happening...

[ And, perhaps, looking at someone nearby- ]

Is there some kind of spell on these? I oughtn't drink too much.

[ Or at all. Her retainers aren't around to drink for her, and she doesn't want to take any risks with her limiters being affected if she's not in control of her senses. The little fox familiar with her, however, seems to be having the time of his life and might have discovered how to get more drinks... so don't mind it animatedly trying to climb around to attempt to drink from someone she's speaking to, causing her to apologize profusely! ]

F-Forgive me- he's enjoying himself a little too much!

« Confession Network »

[ She's... never seen a device like this, so she's just going to be uncertain about responding. After commisserating with her familiar, she'll finally manage some form of reply. ]

hello,
it is good to meet you,
i like the snowflakes
my brothers catch them to make sweets with
is this an appropriate reply?
thank you.

[ What else was she supposed to do, anyway? ]

« WILDCARD »

[ Want to do something else? Maybe run into her while she's nervously trying to avoid Wickies in Of Hooves and Horns and looking unsettled? Some other sort of trouble, or just meeting up? Let me know here or I can be reached on plurk on

schoenheit! ]

Start of Winter

[ Out in the snow on the edge of the ocean stands a lone figure, seemingly unbothered by the snow and cold. She looks expectantly as if waiting for something to happen.

But she doesn't wait too long and proceeds to walk out onto the ice by herself. Perhaps you could be willing to follow? ]

Confession network

[ Amanda picks up her phone and looks idly looks at the message. She won't bother to answer it. Where is this message coming from? Instead, she asks "Who are you?" ]

Edited 2020-11-25 19:58 (UTC)

Start of Winter

[ Silver is busy clearing snow with his abilities. He would pick up snow using the psychic powers and easily toss it somewhere else. He isn't watching very carefully though and happens to toss it right on top of some unsuspecting person nearby. He notices right away and rears back in horror. Oh no! ]

Ah! I'm sorry! I didn't see you there!

Confession network

[ What was his favorite thing about winter? That's easy. Silver types eagerly into the phone. ]

The snowy scenery! The views are always so pretty.

Choose your Destiny

Want something else? Do the do :B

[arrival]

Oh boy, this isn't Yemen, huh.

[This is. Bad. Hm. Real bad. Considering all this shit was in a fucking desert and now it's snowing, he saw Sully get shot, only he wasn't, and there was a huge sandstorm literally a second ago- Nate's doing... poorly. He's terribly dressed, freezing his ass off and rubbing his hands together, trying to see if he can find anyone around.

The second he sees someone, he calls out.]

Hey, hey! A little help here???

[start of winter

Well, at least he's warmer now, but it does little to stop him from worrying about back home. He's got his journal out and is going over a few of the images in there, keeping to himself, mostly. Just even looking stuff over, it's very clearly not Yemen or anywhere he's heard of- and that just means one thing:

Time to make room in the journal to draw.

He starts a new page, the top of it titled SOUTH SISTER. And he begins to sketch: the houses, the center where everything is, faces he's seen come and go-

Until there's a very large splat and part of a snowball lands on a page, Nate shoving it off as quick as he can, before the paper soaks in the moisture.]

Oh crap, crap. [Where's a towel or something he can pull the water out, fuuuuuuuuuuuuu-] Anyone got a towel or something??

[network un: drake]

Uh, winter is okay? I mean, it's not so bad if you've got a warm place, I guess. Certainly beats being chased by ice zombies in a cave or whatnot.

[????????????????????!?!?!?!?!?]

[Arrival]
[Sometimes a random, slightly frazzled man just opens your door, frowns, and then closes it again?

And then there's a pause, before he opens it and says, as a hurried afterthought;]

Sorry... I'm just a bit lost. I didn't mean to interrupt you.
[And he'll close the door again. Bye??? Unless you want to chase after him and let him know what's going on.]

[Start of Winter]
[Well, far be it from Tenma to not take advantage of a chance to be helpful? He's got that new winter gear on, and he's shoveling snow off a pathway. Doesn't matter where. People have to be able to walk, and surely there are people who would struggle to shovel themselves. If you pause to observe him, he'll gesture to another shovel nearby.]

An extra pair of hands makes the work go by twice as quickly. If you'd like.

[Confession network. UN: DrTenma]
I actually quite like Christmas. It's a quite different holiday where I grew up, but in Germany the decorations everywhere are always so dramatic and bright.

[Wildcard]
[Hit me up at

agentmaine or discord; caitie#6024 if you have another idea or just throw something at me! I'm up for whatever.]

[start of winter.

Somewhere along the way to the center of town, people may see this calmly walking along the pathways. She certainly doesn't seem bothered by the snow, just sort of brushing it into an open pathway without even touching it. It's all done with a hand, magic very clearly at work here. And she doesn't even seem that bothered that she's been brought to this weird place? It's also hard to tell what exact animal's skull she's wearing- it looks like a mixture between a deer, a dragon, and a cow. And those horns are certainly an odd mix too. Add in the feather cowl and peacock trail and a ton of beads?

If this doesn't scream "shaman" or some sort of weird-ass hobo who lives on a mountain, then probably nothing else will.

After a moment or so of just traveling, she's sighing loudly and rolling her eyes. First person she sees is getting a question thrown at them fast.]

Please tell me they've got a smoke somewhere. I'm dying here.

[She's got a point with this, trust her.

frosty protections.

Xamã is out of her shaman attire, thankfully. She's definitely interested in the talismans, though she doesn't take one. She has several of her own, and while she doesn't know all the problems that are around South Sister, she's sure there's a bunch of things she can do to help where she's needed. It's supposed to be balanced here, right? That's why she's been brought, obviously.

(She can't fathom it's anything else, really. People may say it is, but she doubts it.)

Turning to whoever's nearby, they get a shrug.]

Thoughts? Pretty sure this is asking for trouble somewhere down the line if people fuck with these.

[network. un: shaman]

okay first thing's first.
winter really varies between the realms so you're gonna have to be a bit more specific.
we talking winter for spectrals or we asking about winter for a nian?
spectrals tend to chill around the neon centered areas of the outside for winter- nians just don't give a fuck and rampage if they're hungry.
if you're talking the mortal realm, then that's pretty easy.
i enjoy how nature responds to the change in the weather. it's natural and balanced.
in most cases, at least.

A; exterior decorating

[Eadie is standing outside of... someone's house -- perhaps hers, perhaps yours?? with her human arms full of tangyuan and little colored animals (the majority of them being different dog breeds) and is currently sticking as many possible over either

the door, windowsill, or rooftop of this establishment. Look, someone let her know earlier about their value, and she's decided that the best way to help out is to get a move on and start sticking them everywhere.

Some of them start peeling off, probably due to the cold though, and might end up flopping onto someone's head... or just falling through the window... or just getting smushed by the door. either way, Eadie won't give up! She's gone through much worse,

if one happens to drop on you, she'll interject with a quick]

Sorry -- could you throw that back up to me?

[or if it happens to unstick and roll by your feet, she'll stick out her hand that's already holding one,]

Could you crush it into this one? Thanks.

[shove that cute pig face into the one in her hand, let's make a tangyuan VOLTRON!!!]

B; toasts

[are you in need of someone to toast to... because if so, Eadie is here -- in her natural form, which is a Dobermann, but that's fine, right! It's not as if anyone else is around to help relieve you of your curse?

The moment she locks eyes with you, she'll speak up -- in order to cut off that impending toast.]

-- I don't drink alcohol.

[and that's that. you're on your own buddy,]

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