Test Drive Meme 4.

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Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater, Had a wife and couldn’t keep her; He put her in a pumpkin shell, And there he kept her very well.

Prompt 1: t's cold. There's snow on the ground in this nebulous winter month, and hopefully you've found some ratted coats or blankets to drape over your shoulders, because the weather doesn't seem to be warming up at all. The snow has color, so at least it's not a weird, sickly grey color, but even so... It's not very comfortable or pleasant, especially when you consider none of the houses have heating. You might also want to be careful -- roofs that had seemed previously stable are now proving that they are much less so than you first thought; with the piling on of snow, that roof might just be collapsing right on top of you. Prompt 2: alloween was a great time in the Town! Too bad you missed it, because it seems like it was a party. And like all parties, the clean up is...well, it still needs doing. There are pumpkins everywhere, rotting rapidly now in a way that almost seems uncanny and not quite right, and on top of that? There are random bones everywhere, in a sinister, deep red color. Er, maybe you should pick those up. They're all thankfully otherwise normal, but also, try not to trip over random, half-rotted pumpkins lurking under the snow. Turns out if you touch one of those rotting pumpkins, so long as it was carved, you'll find yourself in part of a sexy Halloween costume, much like the Town has been plagued with over the last month. Wow, unfortunate. Prompt 3: n the end, though, the real trouble for people wandering the Town and still getting to know it is that... something is playing some sort of mischief on you. When you go wandering into the woods to gather firewood, you'll find that the moment you put any of it down to go gather more? It's gone, disappearing just like that, as if it was never there. Don't worry, though! If you go looking, you'll probably find it in someone's house, or right next to someone, or even in their arms all of a sudden! They must have stolen your hard-earned firewood, which is really quite rude. Maybe you should do something about that. (You really can't trust pixies, that's for sure; sorry if you were going about your day when they suddenly dumped a ton of firewood on you.) Prompt 4: ut the weird thing about winter is how gloomy and grim it is. The snow mutes the small amounts of color that were brought back with the Town, and slowly, things feel less and less cheerful, and less and less warm. ... Wait, no, maybe that isn't just a feeling. The longer you spend in the snow, the more of your own color is sapped away. That...can't possibly be normal! And the more of your color fades away, the more your emotions are dulled as well. Excitement fades away, happiness seems like a distant thought, even worries aren't even a thing that can get to you anymore -- Thankfully, it's an easy fix; just dump a blanket on someone or hug them close to warm them up or shove them next to a fire, and their color will rapidly come back. Still, maybe you should be careful out in that weather. Extra: Got something in mind? Want to play with the setting more? The sky's the limit, so feel free and make up your own prompts to play with! Welcome to Awash's third Test Drive Meme! Please check out the FAQ and rules as you test your characters out. The setting is yours to play with, so be creative and have a good time with it! An important date to remember is November 1st, 9 PM EST, when Applications will open. There will be no reserves for this app round or any future app rounds, so it will be first come, first served applications. As a side note, TDM threads are not canon, so please feel free to assume established CR for the sake of the TDM if it will make threading or showing off your character's voice easier. If you have any questions about the TDM, feel free to ask us here. If there are any other questions, you can catch us via PM, the FAQ or the contact page. You are of course welcome to use prompts from the previous test drives as well. Thank you for your interest in Awash!

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Antarcticite | Houseki no Kuni

[acicular]

Prompt 1

The cold might trouble the other denizens of the Town, but Antarcticite was built for this climate--quite literally.

And with the frigid drop in temperatures and heavy snow fall comes familiar responsibilities, which go a long way to offset the persistent, needling anxiety that has plagued them ever since their arrival in the Town. It is no use to obsess over their fears; instead, Antarcticite sets out from their modest dwelling one crisp morning, a shovel slung over their shoulder and determination in their eyes.

They cannot solve every mystery in this strange place--but if nothing else, they can be of use.


Prompt 4

The first indication that something is amiss with this otherwise stern and industrious gem is when mid-day finds them standing in the middle of a pristine expanse of untouched snow, simply gazing in numb, unbothered silence towards the horizon.

They had been thinking of Adamant; they know this intellectually, although it seems strange to them now that the thought of their mentor had occupied their thoughts so completely prior to this moment. What was all the fuss about the other gems anyway? Almost drowsily, they look down at their shovel, and then waver unsteadily on their feet.

Undoubtedly the snow prevents them from breaking when they tip over and land with a soft 'whmph' in the snow bank, but there is a slight risk that they might be indistinguishable from the rest of the white landscape before too long.

4

[owowattsthis]

[ When you have the heat of basically five literal suns at your fingertips, it's relatively easy to find some way to keep warm. Kaminari might not have been the brightest crayon in the box, but he can at least feign being resourceful when he puts his mind to it! Besides that, the snow seemed fairly... dangerous??

It was his job as a hero to help! Right? Right.

Of course, he wasn't expecting a literal rock person to be camping out in the snow, so when his foot finds the side of antarcticite (hopefully soft enough that it doesn't, you know, break them or anything??), he went barreling over face first into the snow as well. And he just kind of... accepted his fate. And just. Lied there... ]

Hiccup | How to Train Your Dragon

[dragonaire]

I.

[Is it cold? Is it? For some people this might be considered freezing and less than ideal, but for a certain viking this is almost just like home. Hiccup doesn't seem bothered by the snow, casually making his way down the streets of the town to get a look. Every now and then he'll stop, taking something out of a small pouch tied to his side. He's…definitely in the way as he crouches down, brushing some snow out of the way to flip over a large piece of parchment to begin drawing out a map of the town.

This continues for a while. You can find him in Bluo, Flavo and Ruga performing the same action. You can also find him on the rooftop of a building to get a better look! How did he get up there? Don't worry about it. A large shadow seems to loom overhead but Hiccup is unfazed as he tries to get a view of the layout.

Unfortunately, nobody warned him about the rooftops being less than stable and he suddenly yells in surprise as the roof gives under his weight, sending him falling straight down possibly right in your house. Snow flies everywhere and he lands pretty hard, but he settles for looking at his surroundings before his eyes settle on you. …sooory about that?]

It looks better with a skylight, don't you think? [Thanks Hiccup.]

III.

[He should be gathering firewood, or supplies, or doing anything useful but no. Instead Hiccup ventures out into the woods to see what else he can see. He's not alone, of course. A large creature lumbers after him, waddling his way through the trees and occasionally dodging some of the low-hanging branches. As Hiccup begins to gather sticks, he starts creating a pile. The moment he turns his back, however, he finds that both sticks and his dragon are gone.]

Toothless? [These aren't related, but Hiccup doesn't know that.] Where'd you go, bud? [The sticks are temporarily forgotten, but he begins to walk again and comes across someone else in the woods holding his hard-earned pile of lumber.]

Where..where did you get that? [And what did you do with his dragon?]

IV.

[When you come from an island that's (supposedly) mostly cold and miserable for three fourths of the year, you don't think much about winter. Winter is just a season and you carry on as you normally would. Or, at least, you do if you're Hiccup. He doesn't feel like going inside for the time being since he needs to scout everywhere, but the longer he lingers the more his color vanishes. Does he notice? No, of course not. Hiccup's off in his own little world focused on what Hiccup wants to focus on. It's why whenever someone comes across him he turns, green eyes suddenly dull as he gives a cursory glance. It's not exactly friendly, but it's not really anything. He doesn't even seem to notice that his metal foot is sinking into a pile of snow.]

Hey. [An equally flat tone.] What is this place?

[He would normally have a lot more questions but…eh.]

wildcard aka the dragon

[At some point, Hiccup settles down not far from a place in Ruga. It's still cold and snowy out, but he's content leaning against Toothless and leeching body heat from his dragon. Looking over his newly-crafted map, Hiccup doesn't seem too interested in people-watching just yet.

Too bad Toothless is, and he's set his eyes on you. There's an inquisitive little growl at anyone who comes to close, head up and eyes wide. His ears flicker a bit, and if you're looking at him he tilts his head. Hello. New friend?

Alternatively, if you flat-out ignore both of them, a long, dark tail suddenly lashes forward to sweep you off your feet. Enjoy the snow!]

i

[parodeity]

[ look. look. i'll be the first to admit that dave's house is a disaster zone at least fashion-wise (hopefully hiccup did not land on lady tibia). but obviously dave's reaction to both snow and COLD suddenly being let into his house even more than usual is a distressed noise and a sort of.

flapping his hands at the ceiling? and then at hiccup? DO YOU SEE THE PROBLEM HERE. ]

What, no, look. A skylight is definitely not cool? Or it's cool in the wrong way because it's fucking freezing, what the shit. Why do people always put gratuitous holes in my house? You're not even a girl, what the fuck.

[ girls are at least NOTORIOUS house ruiners (jade) (rose) (points at eyes points at them) ]

hizashi yamada (present mic) | bnha

[handzup]

1. ⇨

<sub>[ You know, he likes to think he's a pretty good person. On top of being a pro-hero and English teacher, he also likes to entertain the masses. It was his passion, after all, to ensure that people are enjoying themselves and, you know, rev up the crowd during any major event. He even liked providing music for people to enjoy on the radio! So yeah, Hizashi thought he was a pretty kindhearted and generous person and despite having an arrogant air to him, he was pretty considerate of others.

So why the hell would something like this happen to him?

He wasn't even doing anything specific to cause the roof of his little cottage to cave in. No matter where you're at in Chroma, you'll hear a shriek that echoes across the entire city. The closer you are, the louder it is— and thankfully, his screaming isn't enough to bust anyone's ear drums or cause them to bleed, but good lord.. it's a shocking sound for a full grown adult male to make. It almost doesn't sound human, frankly. ]</sub>

EEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAACCCK!
_{[ Go check it out? He's right over there beneath the big pile of snow in the middle of his house. Maybe you'll be able to spot the fin of flaxen hair peeking up from the top as he struggles to free himself. ]}

4. ⇨

<sub>[ Anyone who knows Mic knows that this kind of low key and mellow behavior isn't really like him at all. Sure, he amps up his persona quite a bit when the spotlight is on him, but in general, he was a pretty energetic individual naturally. His hair wasn't even styled up today— was it even groomed properly? Definitely not a good sign. He wasn't sure why he wasn't feeling himself, and of course he had taken notice to the way the colors on his body had dulled and found that quite strange like most of the antics that happen in this place.

He's taking a stroll as lethargically as possible and catches sight of a small bonfire in the distance and half contemplates going over there simply because it's cold, but instead he turns to whoever is next to him and— with the most gloomy expression and monotone voice— asks a question that seems to be out of nowhere: ]</sub>

Oiiii, in your opinion, what is true happiness?

_{[ before you can even answer: ]}

To what extent do you shape your own destiny, and how much is down to fate?
_{[ this is scary..... please make him stop... ]}

1

[thriftea]

[Boy, that was a real yell, wasn't it? Ochako hurries to its source just as fast as she can, worriedly peeking her head through the front door to spot a pair of legs that can only belong to—]

Mic-sensei?

[Hmm, yes, let her just run right the heck over and begin pushing the small mountain of snow off of him. Why is snow so heavy? And so cold? Damn!]

Don't worry! I'll get you out as fast as I can, just— [Sit... tight? Wait patiently? Nah, that's not a very reassuring thing to say.] C-Can you let me know if you're okay?

[Can he even BREATHE...]

astrid hofferson | how to train your dragon

[brawlhalla]

i. this is basically summer, y'all are wimps

[ this isn't berk, where it snows nine months out of twelve and hails the other three. ergo astrid doesn't really count it as winter. besides, there isn't any heating in the houses but "heating" is a fire or better yet a dragon - and she has the ability to make both of those things. the weather isn't even a minor inconvenience so much as it's a fact of life.

another fact of life is that occasionally dragons need to perch.

the roofs that can't hold the snow? yeah, they can't hold a decently sized dragon so well either, so congrats on your roof falling in with a startled decently sized lady covered in scales. she trills indignantly as soon as she catches herself on the floor and immediately goes to flap her wings to try to take off, which...

knocks more of your shit on the ground or out of place, probably. oops.

and then to top things off, your front door bursts open (possibly through the application of a forceful kick if need be) and a blonde girl with an axe races in. ]

Stormfly!

[ yeah she might. apologize about your house later but she's immediately going to check on the dragon instead, free hand going to stormfly's snout as she checks for injuries. sorry your home is less important than her giant lizard cat, man. ]

ii. i had to make this as stupid as possible

[ astrid? astrid ignores the rotting pumpkins, because she has basically zero intrest in rotting fruit. she's limber enough to doge them and doesn't think about them twice.

stormfly, though. stormfly sees some round things that look like Toys (to a dragon, many things look like Toys) and promptly goes to nose one out of the snow, hopping a little like a bird over to one and away from her rider, who seems to be hauling water back to wherever she's staying.

remember this huge dragon i linked last prompt. well. now she's a huge dragon in a sexy star wars bikini. dragon-sized!

obviously this startles the everliving fuck out of the dragon, who makes rumbling noises of confused maybe-discontent, and when astrid looks back, tensing, she just.

hm.

well, she does what you would usually do when faced with a dragon in a bikini and her mouth falls open in a half-startled laugh and there's a blank: ]

What. [ just

what???????? what. how did this happen. why did this happen. she's putting the buckets of water down to go and examine what the hell is happening here. perhaps surprisingly astrid looks more amused than distressed, although confusion is definitely a bigger portion of what she's feeling right now than anything else. ]

iii. that was hers fuck you

[ so, hey. you suddenly find yourself in possession of a huge amount of firewood, all neatly and evenly chopped in a really professional manner. wow? lucky you?

except you also shortly find yourself in possession of a viking who gestures at you menacingly with an axe. she...probably won't hurt you? maybe? ]

Hey! What do you think you're playing at??

[ just give her the wood and no one has to get hurt, okay ]

iii. a softer side

[ here's the thing about astrid: despite being generally unquestionably tough, she's also actually a pretty decent person. and she's actually pretty empathetic. it doesn't always come easy or natural, but given the chance she's a protector more often than she isn't.

so if you happen to be feeling a loss of color? it's not impossible that a warm blanket will be thrown over your shoulders. maybe rough and calloused hands will warm yours between hers, and maybe she'll basically steer and manhandle you over to a fire she's built. there's a dragon keeping the flame stoked high. yes i absolutely needed to link that picture fifty times why do you ask.

there's even a warm drink shoved into your hands! although astrid...made it herself, so if you actually get a sense of emotion and feeling back and drink some you might want to spit it out. she's tried out making spiced and heated yaknog. which is made wih eggs and cabbage and yak milk and other unpalatable shit, and she had to substitute a lot of it, so...

uh, well, it's warm? but also disgusting.

the twenty-year-old viking looks helpful despite this. ]

Hey, drink up. It'll help. [ maybe do not and just stick to the other methods of warmth, which you can respond to as if she stopped there if you don't want to experience astrid hofferson's cooking. ]

wildcard/fetch

[ while i will accept any prompts thrown at me, perhaps you'd like to play a game? if your character happens to drop anything or throw anything away, they might find that it comes back to them.

not through mysterious magical means, though. no, it comes back to them via a dragon i'm linking again because she's fucking gorgeous and blue. stormfly drops the item back in front of your character and looks expectant and pleased with herself.

FETCH? PLAY FETCH????? you might want to entertain the large dragon, although ignoring her won't have any real ill effects beyond a sad dragon. which is maybe the greatest negative effect of them all. ]

iv

[dragonaire]

[People who have been out in the snow for too long: Hiccup. People who are also starting to lose their color: also Hiccup. Toothless is probably helping Stormfly with the fire at this point (and also they're dragon-buds, he will always pal around with Stormfly) which means Hiccup is dragon-less and also staring sort of blankly at his new makeshift map. Astrid approaches him with a cup though and he takes it without actually looking at it. Or her. That's definitely Not Right.]

Oh. Thanks. [Even worse is that he's not paying attention while he takes a sip. The thing is that Hiccup has had yaknog before and as a viking he's used to weird shit like this. No. No the problem is that this is substitute, knock-off yaknog with Thor knows what in it, and his eyes widen as he finds himself severely Regretting This. It's warm enough that it's brought some of the life back to his eyes, but now it's a matter of spitting out something terrible or being a good fiance.

...he doesn't grimace too much when he swallows the drink, at least.] Didn't think you'd find the ingredients so fast.

cagliostro / granblue fantasy

[magnafes]

ii.

[ what do you mean the party has stopped by the time THE WORLD'S CUTEST walked in? that's really unfair? sooooo unfair! the fact that she's stuck in clean-up duty with all these other peons doesn't help her mood either.

she still has to keep up appearances though, deciding to help out anyway to show everyone how it's done. but when she picks up one of those carved-out pumpkins, there was a poof, and suddenly she's all donned in a witch costume that's... nothing like her older, cuter one back home?! this really is unfortunate, but - ]

Teehee, whoops! Cagliostro seemed to have picked up the wrong pumpkin, but at least she can still be cute like this, right? ♪

[ oi, she's talking to you, bub. answer honestly, or else. ]

iii.

[ someone really had the gall to play a trick on her of all people. it doesn't even take cagliostro that long to find her presumed culprit, eyeing the bundle of firewood that she'd painstakingly collected (with a literal snap of her fingers, really). and while it'd be easy to reduce said culprit into smithereens, she instead approaches her unfortunate target with a skip to her step, stopping right before them with a beaming smile. ]

Excuse me~? That's my pile you're holding!

[ then her expression changes into slightly more sinister, a wicked grin as she puts her hand on her hips as if to block your way. ]

You're really not planning on running off with them, are you?

wildcard
[ throw me with everything you have in mind! im still voicetesting her, but if you wanna play out other things, feel free to send a PM or a PP over at jikochuu! ]

ii

[queenofminiskirts]

[Kaoru wasn't touching those pumpkins because they were gross and because being a psychokinetic means never needing to use her hands to take out trash.

Not that...floating rotting pumpkins look much better but they won't get on her, at least.]

Don't worry, you're still really cute!

[Ignore those rotting pumpkins floating behind her.]

Aizen Sousuke | Bleach

[deification]

Prompt 1

[ A collapsing roof you say? Well he's not nearly as bothered by it as most people should be. In fact that crumbling roof will actually fall around him rather than on him. He looks unperturbed as he eyes whoever else may have been caught in his protective bubble or possibly he'll go and help whoever was not. But for Aizen it's only because he might have use for you. ]

Prompt 2

[ So by some small miracle Aizen actually did touch one of those rotting pumpkins and is now walking around in this little number. He doesn't actually seem to care? And even if he did he doesn't show it, such is the life of Aizen. ] Amusing, really.

[ He just sounds so...sarcastic when he says that. Is he mad? We just don't know... ]

Prompt 4

[ Can he actually lose color and any more emotion than he already has? Probably not, but his color is completely gone as he wanders through the town. He'll be eyeing his own hand with a rather amused smirk. ] Quite a convenient effect, to remove all emotion. But I do wonder...for those of us who had little to begin what exactly was supposed to be achieved.

[ He was already devoid of emotion to begin with so this isn't really affecting him as badly. ]

Wildcard me up!

[ He'll be wandering through the town mostly just watching and observing people. He can be approached and asked questions as well! He can be found in Bluo's harbor procuring a sample of that black liquid to bring back with him to test and examine. He'll also be walking and drifting through the forest by himself just to see what's out there. ]

sasuke and sousuke do prompt 4

[ninjanature]

That depends on a lot of things.

[Turning around grants Aizen one long, dark-haired man in a deep navy bomber jacket. In one hand is a lit torch, and he holds it up just enough to try to cast light toward the other man.] I wouldn’t test what this place can do alone. It isn’t very wise. [From off to the side, dotted around Aizen, three more Sasukes step up with their own torches.

The light surrounds Aizen on all sides, the heat faint but there and warm.]

Is there a reason you’re out here?

Mikleo | Tales of Zestiria

[nodogsallowed]

I.

[ It’s cold. Quite cold. Almost bitterly so. But snow and ice alike are friend to Mikleo, so he’s not out of his element whatsoever, (there’s a pun in there, somewhere). Regardless, it’s not every day he’s pulled up and out of a well into an entirely different town -- perhaps even a different world, is his preliminary suspicion based on a brief glance around -- so he is indeed out of sorts, just not freezing.

...Yet.

By the time he’s able to communicate with someone, that status may have changed. The trouble is, from what he can tell, there are only humans here. Which isn’t normally an issue, but... they can’t see or hear him. (Or, so it was where he comes from.) Makes for an obscene amount of privacy, which is nice; conversely, it’s a major complication in asking someone where he is.

Ah, well. He’ll just have to listen in, then, and hope he can overhear someone mention it in casual conversation. So if you happen to see a lithe figure perhaps dressed a bit too ornately for this place who might be kind of a bit awful at hiding his eavesdropping, just say hello!

Just. Don’t be surprised if he looks at you like you’re crazy. ]

III.

[ And speaking of crazy, now there’s this. Mikleo is absolutely, 110% certain he had found a pile of firewood left unattended out in the snow, scooped some up, and carried it back to Town. Yet, no sooner than he makes his delivery and turns back for more, he finds the original pile fully restored. Fresh snowflakes on it, even.

He’s familiar with games like this, but. Who could it be, here? A sneaky normin? No; he’s pretty sure that’s not the case. ]

...This isn’t funny.

[ That’s his formal, verbal complaint lodged with the perpetrator, whomever and wherever they are. ]

IV.

[ For being someone normally bathed in such unmistakable tones, seeing them slowly fade into nothingness is a little alarming. It doesn’t seem to bother him, though. Or even to faze him, really; as if it’s happening outside his awareness. Before he realizes it, the keen workings of his mind start to slow, his confusion and frustration with finding himself here, in parts unknown, quieting to a mellow apathy.

By the time he finally bumps into someone, (perhaps literally), the color will even have fled from the tips of his hair, leaving it a pure snowy, silvery white, clothing painted in gentle pastels. He offers no comment to strangers; but, then again, he’s not used to being readily visible to them, either. ]

wildcard.

[ got something in mind for mikleo? don’t see it here? hit me up! tangential ]

1;

[neronian]

[ Nero wasted no time in examining her surroundings the minute she was dumped here. It's not her home. It's not Chaldea. It doesn't seem to be a Singularity either, no Dr. Romani to speak to her through that newfangled telecommunication magecraft. And so Nero does what needs to be done, which is talk to the people for intel. As...well as she can manage, anyway.

But when her conversation partner leaves, Nero turns her head and raises an eyebrow at the young man seemingly trailing her. Suffice it to say, an ancient Roman emperor is not keen on having suspicious young men tracking their every move. ]

...Come out, now. If you are an assassin, you are a poor one.

Jade Harley | Homestuck

[spacedogeity]

ii. lets decluttered the town

[ If there's one thing Jade is good at, it's cleaning up in a hurry! The poor pumpkins were brutally murdered and are now rotting faster than people can get rid of them. She does hope that someone saved a bunch of seeds for replanting. It'd be nice to help garden when the snow clears up. Or well... Jade could always start a garden in her room and just shrink it down so it doesn't take up so much space.

Hehe, space.

For now, she's focusing on getting these poor bones and decaying pumpkins out of here before things start to get smelly. What this means is her standing over her target and with a ZAP! the items are just gone. Don't ask her where they went, it's probably better not to know. ]

One down! A whole bunch more to go!

[ All would be well and good if not for the fact that she takes a step back and her ruby red slipper smooshes through the remains of a sad pumpkin. It results in a change of fashion and Jade lifts her foot out of the squishy orange gourd. ]

Aww! What happened?

iii. no one zap-steals her wood

[ Having grown up on an island where it's warm all of the time means Jade does not like the snow. It reminds her a great deal of the early days of LOFAF when there was nothing but the white stuff everywhere and she was expected to breed frogs. Technically, she would be perfectly warm even in the vacuum of space but there's something about a nice warm fire going.

Her method of chopping down trees isn't quite what one would expect for... well anyone. She's using her doggod-tiered powers to relocate whole trees just a hair to the side - changing the angle so that it lays flat. No sense in squishing anyone. Then Jade proceeds to shrink the whole thing down to a more manageable size. Each tree is more like a small log for the fireplace. Of course, she whole-heartedly plans to share her haul with John and Dave but it's easier to carry when it's small.

Or it would be if not for the fact that it disappears before she can even gather it all up. ]

Hey!!! Who took my wood?

[ If it ended up in the hands of someone in the visual vicinity, she marches over to them. Pushing up her glasses and huffs. ] Hand it over.

[ Perhaps it's the case of it ending up in someone's house and if that's the case, well, please pardon the literal sudden intrusion of a sixteen year old girl with a set of white dog ears perched on top of her head. Much like the wood was zapped in, so too does the girl but with a flare of bright green. ]

I think you have something that belongs to me.

iv. she's already black and white

[ All of Jade's clothes are already in monochrome colors - as if she stepped out of a black and white movie. It might be hard to tell if she's actually lost color but the girl can be found out and about town anyway. She definitely makes a stop by the library to collect a few books to read back at her house and yes, technically Jade can just teleport everywhere and anywhere inside of town but sometimes walking there is nice.

At the moment, she seems to be in the town garden down on her knees and digging through the snow with her bare hands. Someone should probably get her inside before she loses what little bit of color she does have. ]

wildcard

[ So being mixed with a dog gives Jade some odd tendencies. Unfortunately, it does put her at odds with certain feline creatures found about town. She's gotten a fairly good handle on keeping those tendencies in check but she sometimes can't help it.

So sorry if Jade is currently chasing and harassing someone's cat. It's mostly harmless woofing and she is letting them have the high ground. ]

iv i will just assume they already did the "where am i" for the sake of the thread ok

[parodeity]

[ they've discussed before how much dave is Not Down For Snow. like, fuck snow? he hates snow. why the fuck is jade out in the snow instead of warm at home??? probably in this au where she exists in awash dave and john immediately dragged her into their home because > jade < and she's maybe been gone long enough dave got bored felt the need to go locate his currently missing bestie.

only to find her

digging in the snow.

dave's actually not sure if this is weird chroma shit or weird jade shit but he comes over anyway, buried in a hoodie and jacket combo. ]

Harley, what in the fresh hell are you even doing. This is not snow angel weather. No weather is snow angel weather, for the record. Like, zilch. I know you believe otherwise because you're basically insane, but I'm here to spread the gospel truth that winter sucks pasty white ass. Specifically mine.

sans the skeleton | undertale

[theskeleton]

1.
[ Sans is a skeleton. As that logic stands, he can not get cold. However, any poor sap that has to live with him certainly can. ] welp. [ He and his roomie stand in front of the rubble that is the caved in roof. The snow decorates bits and pieces of the living room almost tastefully.

It's hard to tell how he finds both amusement and bitterness in this situation through his permanent grin. ]

thought this place would've lasted longer than a day. [ You think with a town that has so much magic, they'd at least shell out some money for a better house. ]
snow big deal.

2
[ Sans doesn't help out, only really observes everyone else cleaning up the mess of the residents here. He's been approached a few times, ending with a quick deflection and end of the conversation unless he thinks he can get more.

a. [ He wonders how he doesn't notice the only splash on color against the snow on the ground - the red of the random bones scattered on the ground. Drops of sweat slide down his skull at the immediate assumption that his brother got here before him. But there's no dust. Just bone. Then skulls. Things that closely resemble his own anatomy, but are still alien in themselves. So that begs the question.. ]

hey. [ Hello person who's cleaning up nearest to him! Sans looks as casual as a talking skeleton can. Quietly trying not to jump to conclusions. ] you wouldn't happen to know anything about how these bones got here.. would ya?

b. [ He's trying to leave the Real Bad Vibes this place has, but in the process of leaving.. his pink slipper bumps into a rotting pumpkin. You wanna know what a sexy teletubby looks like? Heels and all, Sans is subjected to the worst kind of torture. A bad outfit. ]

uh.

[ He shimmies his jacket over himself, trying to put the hood up in both panic, embarrassment, and irritation. What kind of magic is this?? ]

4
[ Sans has spent the majority of the day trudging through the snow in his slippers, something he is already used to from his time at home. It doesn't occur to him that something so ordinary and plain like walking could do something so detrimental to him - like steal his color. If someone passes by him, they'll see his once vibrant blue jacket fading, the pearly white of his bones dulling. Now would be the perfect time to throw a blanket on him and hug what little mass there is....!!!!! ]

wildcard
[ or throw anything at me.. sans will probably be napping around town in places he considers ''''''safe''''' and standing suspiciously over the well 24/7 ]

2a

[parodeity]

Uh, I'm pretty sure they're from when that skeleton army tried to murder everyone last month. [ badly. dave's frowning at the bones, unsure. ] Although they weren't blood red, so maybe not? It miiiiight just be weird Chroma shit. Sometimes stuff just shows up, and then we deal with the stuff that showed up. Or we ignore the stuff that shows up and throw a party. It depends on what the stuff is.

[ he has officially overused the word "stuff". ]

Link / Zelda: Breath of the Wild

[bakedapple]

[ 1. town ]

[Link has spent enough lonely nights on dark mountaintops to ignore the effects of the cold and the snow, at least for now. He's lucky enough to be wearing his long pants and snow boots too. Similarly, he's not particularly troubled by the fact that he has no idea where he is; such is the life of a wandering explorer.

The patchy lack of color to the world is more eyebrow-raising. He spends a while meandering in the streets, trying to keep an eye out for anything he might recognize, any landmark that might help him situate himself. He already knows that the weather is too poor for him to be able to navigate based on existing topography, but maybe a familiar plant or person could give him a clue. And maybe he'd get lucky enough for the clouds to part for a moment, to show him a mountain he knows or the location of the sun.]

[ 2. pumpkins ]

[Eventually, after meandering for quite a while in the cold, he has no choice but to wait for the storm to settle and figure this out tomorrow. At this point, he's starving, and with no other apparent food sources in the vicinity, he's started collecting the discarded chunks of pumpkin and red bones that he sees littered around. Bits of the pumpkin are salvageable and edible, assuming he can get a fire built, and the bones could be boiled for broth.

Unfortunately this plan backfires to a certain degree. Upon picking up a slice of pumpkin, a blast of cold wind hits his chest, which is bare now for some reason. He has no idea how it happened, but he's wearing a outfit that is woefully inappropriate for the weather. He's not embarrassed to be wearing it, just... cold.

Shivering and frowning, he eventually stops along the side of a building, dumps his small collection of pumpkin and bones, and starts looking for firewood. Okay, he's cold, but once he builds a fire this will be fine.]

[ 3. cold ]

[Okay... he's not fine.

The fire didn't happen, and the cold and these clothes are even worse than he initially anticipated. He'd taken off the bizarre second set of hole-filled pants and used them like a makeshift blanket to cover his arms and chest, but it isn't doing anything to help him feel better. Probably 'cause of the holes.

He sits propped up against the building, shivering, and wonders if he ought to just go into one and ask for help. It's not his way to rely on others in circumstances like this, not what he was taught and trained to do, but he doesn't have many options at this point. Link sighs and tries to command his legs and arms to get himself up, but they don't listen. It's just so cold, and staying curled in a ball like this is all he can muster.

Whenever someone passes him by, he does everything he can to make eye contact with them. If he manages to do it, he sticks a hand out from behind the pants around his arms to beckon them over, shivering the entire time.]

3, hi!!

[withwisdom]

[ the cold chill swept in so quick and it's unfortunate that she didn't get more time to spend gathering up lizards for elixir brewing. she especially needs to start making more spicy ones if things are only going to get colder from here on out. for now she's carrying back a jar with only a few inside, disappointed at the scant pickings, and her path back home crosses with the man curled up into a ball. she's already walking toward him, her instinctive need to help others prevailing as typical, but it's only when she gets closer up does she recognize the man. ]

Link... [ her voice is small when she says his name and she hastens her steps, rushing up to him, quickly kneeling when she makes it to his side. ] Link, what are you doing out here?!

[ he's shaking like a leaf and barely wearing anything, while she's clad in a pale green snowquill tunic and appropriate pants and boots for the weather. how he hasn't frozen is miraculous. ]

katsuki bakugou | bnha

[dynamight]

prompt one

[several roofs have collapsed under the snow, but one in particular has a great deal of ruckus going on inside. from a distance, the screams sound panicked, but running over--

--no, it's cursing. a lot of cursing.

next, a boom. not a boom to be proud of, more a cherry bomb being tossed down a pipe. one wall of the house rattles violently and cracks.]

GO TO HELL!

[the next boom is actually several in quick succession, each growing in loud succession. the wall quivers with every noise until there's nothing. silence. chipping, falling wood.

and then, all at once, the sound of a cannon, a baker's dozen of dynamite, and the wall splits at the middle and explodes outward, expelling a... angry punk ass bitch. he lands in the snow on the outside as the house... crumbles behind him and starts to go up in flames. he doesn't seem to care!! heaving a roll of foggy breath, he straightens.]

What the hell are you looking at?! Don't just stand there, get the fuck back before you get hurt!!

prompt three

[some trees by the forest edge are falling under the sound of explosions. bakugou is causing all kinds of problems yet again, and shooting wildly into the forest and yelling is one of them.]

Die, DIE. DIE!! Bring me back my shit, you bastards! Get out here and FIGHT ME!

YOU! [sorry, innocent civilians are involved.] Where the hell did those things go?!

prompt four, aka the only time he's chill

[being a hero means doing something like patrol rounds even though he's only partially in his hero outfit. the best parts, the ones that keep and collect warmth to help him sweat. not the ridiculous grenade gauntlets or blast mask or metal collar.

but he's still a dumbass, wandering around in the snow without a heat source?? his color has drained almost completely away aside from the red of his eyes and the orange-red of his chest straps.]

Hey. What are you doing out here? Go back inside.

[he's too calm. it's not right.]

1

[queenofminiskirts]

[She came over because she was curious and worried, but the curiosity is stronger than the worry when she seems him burst out from that wall. Cool.

But also.]

Is that a threat or are you worried about the fire hazard you just made?

[She's joking...mostly. She's serious about the fire hazard though. She'll lift both arms and a large blanket of snow slowly rises up from the ground and then falls over the fire to smother it.]

I'm not sure if you've noticed, but these houses don't have sprinklers.

Katsuki Bakugo | My Hero Academia

[weedjoke]

[ooc: i'm not apping!! just wanted to play around a bit.]

i. pumpkaboo

[HEY CHROMA WHAT'S SHAKING, THERE'S A NEW TEENAGER IN TOWN AND HE HATES EVERYTHING. Which is to say, Bakugo, newly crawled out of the well and freezing his ass off, is now stomping aggressively through the snow, looking for either the person responsible for this situation or someone who can give him some god damn answers.

Unfortunately, there's a bit of rotten pumpkin buried in one of the snowdrifts, so all of a sudden Bakugo's dressed like this, heels included. Suffice it to say, he's not amused.]

What the fuck?!

[And when the clothes don't come off ... he starts trying to explode them off, which is A Certain Kind Of Idea when you're actually wearing the thing you're trying to blow up. Someone might want to intervene, probably.]

ii. how much wood would a woodchuck chuck

[So, when it's cold, the natural thing to do is to get firewood, right? Bakugo, still not having found a way out of his predicament, figures he might as well make himself a fire before he ends up getting hypothermia or something. It's gonna be a pain in the ass, considering he's too cold to even really sweat and it's not like he ever carries a lighter with him for obvious reasons, but whatever. Whatever! He'll figure it out. He can just do a bunch of fucking sit-ups until he sweats, damn it.

But before he even gets a chance to figure out how to light his damp-ass wood, it uh. goes missing. Whoops. Naturally, Bakugo handles this with maturity and grace and tries to rationally think about what to do next--

No, I'm just kidding, he flies the fuck off the handle and starts screaming into the void for whoever might be the source of his current inconvenience.]

Who the fuck just did that?! HUH? YOU WANNA DIE, BASTARD?!

iii. what are emotions even

[Here's the thing: when your emotions get dampened, that means the negative ones get dampened too--which means, the longer Bakugo spends out in the cold, the less angry he gets. Some part of him probably recognizes that this is weird and possibly a bad sign bUT UH, he also doesn't...care?

At some point, he trips over one of those bright red bones and doesn't even swear. Doesn't bother getting up either, who gives a fuck right. It's fine down here.]

ii.

[thinshadowed]

[ Ari certainly was minding his own business when an armful of wood just suddenly... happens, landing squarely in his arms. The town works in mysterious ways, as he's gradually figured out while living here, but this is new.

Just as new as blonde heading his way, in fact. Ari doesn't recognize him, but he's certainly—loud. Among other things. ]

> "Um—"

[ It's a struggle for Ari to raise his voice to audible levels in the face of such open hostility, but he tries his best. ]

> "Is this... yours?"

[ The wood, he means?? ]

nero claudius | fate/

[neronian]

prompt 2; the evil bone grind never ends

[ Sinister, deep-red-colored bones...this can only mean one thing... ]

How many skeletal warriors were defeated here, and by whom?

[ She wonders out loud. Nero's almost impressed. The amount here (probably) couldn't stand to her own if she put her mind to it, but it's not bad either. But by god, some Servants need so many evil bones/materials for their skills... ]

prompt 3; pixie tricks

Hmm...?

[ She whips around, perhaps out of paranoia or perhaps for good reason, and sees that her freshly gathered firewood has disappeared. Under her (not-so-)watchful gaze, at that! With vigor, she points whoever may be nearby. ]

You there! My firewood has been stolen, and you shall assist me in finding it, or the culprit. [ Either one will lead to her getting her firewood back. ]I am not particularly picky as to which. So tell me what you know of either.

[ Nero is an emperor; she does not take too well to thieves. Her body is turned just so that the one she is addressing can see her hand resting on the handle of a crimson and black blade. ]

Answer carefully. I do not take the matter of my possessions being stolen lightly.

[ It might be just firewood, but it's her firewood!! She's not going to take this lying down!! ]

wildcard; the embryonic flame

[ Due to the white winter wonderland all around her, Nero's rose-red dress sticks out in the surroundings. And her outfit isn't the only thing so bright: firewood burns healthily right in front of her, the snow in the immediate circumference melted away. (It's great having a sword and magecraft that can conjure fire in these circumstances, isn't it?)

There are a small handful of sliced logs serving as makeshift seats, and she's sitting on one of them. ]

The warmth of a freshly-kindled fire...there are few things more invigorating. [ If only she was in a bath as well. She looks up when she hears the crunch of snow, a sure sign of footprints and thus another wandering by. ] Join me! I am quite generous; I will allow you to bask in this wondrous heat as well as my noble presence.

[ With her hands on her hips, she looks quite pleased with herself. Though she is a Servant, that doesn't mean she's not affected by the climate. However, not even the winter's chill, supernatural or not, shall break her spirit if she has any say in it. ]

[ Got another prompt idea? Anything else goes here! Hit me up at chlorophylls if you need me for any reason. ]

wildcard

[picolin]

[ There's the clank of armor accompanying the crunch of footsteps through snow, and Serpico brushes aside a stray treebranch as he steps into the light of the fire. He'd been drawn to the faint light, but he certainly hadn't expected to find a fire being manned by a young woman.

There's a pause before he gives a small nod, smiling politely. ]

Thank you, I'm grateful for your offer. If you would permit me, then ...

[ That said, when he moves to sit, he picks the dry spot that's furthest from the flames, positioning himself so he's mostly facing away from the fire. Pretending that's a totally natural thing to do, he looks pleasantly to Nero. ]

Building a fire in this cold couldn't have been easy. You must be quite resilient.

Kaminari | BNHA

[owowattsthis]

II.

[ Cleaning up the town in the middle of the snow was like... the total opposite of what sounded like a good time. Sure, someone could point out that someone has to do it, or that it was an important duty (haha) to have! But also consider: doing something way cooler than that? Kaminari wasn't sure what that other thing might've been, but he'd probably argue for it being the better option because literally anything would have been the better option!!

Probably.

However, if you just so happened to be a cute girl, or just a great conversational partner, or just someone he was trying to impress in general, then congratulations, suddenly nothing else seemed more important in the world than helping clean up the disturbingly blood orange bones and even nastier pumpkins that nearly fell apart when they were picked up. Mm-mmh delicious. This face of disgust he made every time he picked something up meant he was having fun, I promise.

Also, the fact that there's a very distinct howl of horror when he's suddenly in a ghastly costume was another sign that he was having fun, probably? Nevermind the fact that he was suddenly very cold and also extremely embarrassed. ]

III.

[ If you just so happened to have a bunch of firewood suddenly in your possession, or in your general vicinity (most of which aren't even actual firewood, but just loose branches and twigs), then, surprise! Soon enough, you'll find a Kaminari in your presence as well. It's like the worst two-for-one deal imaginable.

Also: he's totally still wearing the sexy Pikachu costume. It's probably fine. ]

Hey!!! [ He's totally talking to you. Pointing directly at you and everything. ] At least have a little shame!! You wouldn't steal a car!!! [ Wait hold on, where's this coming from now? He didn't even elaborate, he's just staring expectantly at you???? ]

IV.

[ The good thing about being him, is that getting cold isn't actually that much of a problem. He might've been cheating, in all honestly, considering that lightning has the ability to get hotter than the fucking sun, but whatever works, right?

Still, not everyone can have 50,000 degrees Fahrenheit at their fingertips, so it's totally understandable if this weather is quite uncomfortable for literally anyone else. And this, of course, means that if you're at all struggling with the weather, or finding yourself in a panic because warmth isn't easy to find, there's suddenly a very worried hero with a hug with your name on it. Or... you know. A blanket, if you're a pansy. ]

You shouldn't be out here, dummy. [ Despite the childish insult, he did sound genuinely concerned. ] It's way too cold, you know.

ii....... i can't believe this

[thriftea]

[Of course Ochako is helping Kaminari clean up the town? She's a Very Good Girl, thank you very much; she wants to help out her friend and see the town sparkle, which is why she's bravely picking up disgusting bone after disgusting bone. This is the worst, but she makes sure to turn away from Kaminari so he won't see the faces she's making. Everything is... perfectly fine...

Until, of course, he yells out of nowhere. She whips around, prepared to see him, like, clinging to the edge of a sinkhole or something, but instead—]

Kaminari-kun?

[The tail is bad enough, but as soon as he turns around to face her she is absolutely going to lose it. That costume!! Holy shit!! She's spitting all over the place, but she at least manages to choke out one strained sentence:]

Y-You look amazing!

[RIP in pieces.]

misa amane | death note

[lifespanned]

II. dark red bones? goth heaven

[ There'a few things being a petite, super-cute, adorably chic fashion model doesn't do for you in the winter climate. Firstly, of course, is that this gothic outfit is doing nothing to keep her warm!! Second? She just had to be showing off her perfect manicure before she got dragged here, and thus, she's using her bare hands to pick up all these bones. Freezing...

And even yet, you might see her picking up one of these dark red skulls, eyeing it with a scrutinizing look and pursed lips. Then, she turns to you, and rather comically, turns the skull to face you as well. ]

Hey, you don't think these are real, right? These would make really cute decorations...

IV. makeup tips

[ Find yourself sapped of your color? No need to worry!! Misa is here to the rescue. The second she sees someone lacking in the color department, she's quick to bound up to them curiously, her head tilted ever so adorably to the side. ]

Woah, what's with that makeup trick? You look like you're in a silent film!

[ Her eyes grow wide. Looks like she isn't so helpful afterall... ]

Misa was so surprised to see it. Isn't that uncomfortable in your ears and stuff...?

ii

[oomfies]

[ Lottie looks at the skull. Then the girl. Then the skull. She's more interested in Misa's Patented Lewk(tm) than any morbid decorations. ]

I'm not really sure, actually.. [ She makes a show of staring at the skull longer to really tell whether it's genuine or not. ] But I don't think so.

I guess if you want to hold onto it, you can?

yosuke hanamura / persona 4

[goodanswer]

[ 1 ]

[Inaba can be pretty damn cold in the wintertime, but this place has it beat, without a doubt. Thankfully he's got his winter uniform to at least keep his arms and legs covered, but it only takes one or two missteps through the snow for his socks to start feeling a little damp around the ankles.]

Damn it. Where the hell am I? [His voice comes out more feeble and shivery than expected. He can't stay out here for long. He's probably going to catch a cold at this point regardless, but if can cut his losses now, he will.

The best option he can think of is to just start knocking on doors. If any passers-by stare at him, then... well, let them stare. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been stared at. He stumbles up to a door and pounds on it with a crunched fist.]

Uh... excuse me! Anyone home? You don't know me, but it's sort of an emergency!

[And then, with almost perfect comedic timing, a huge glob of snow at the edge of the roof above the door gets jostled from its balanced spot and splats directly on his head and shoulders.]

[ 2. ]

[Wow. Fuck this place, for real. It's cold, it's ugly, it's deserted, and the place seems to be cluttered with trash. What's with all the pumpkin chunks and barbecue bones everywhere? Did someone take a baseball bat to their compost heap? Or were they halloween decorations? Who knows.

Yosuke wanders down the street with his arms hugged around him, grumbling to himself under his breath and shivering. As he goes, he kicks the debris in his way, sending them off to the side or to a spot in front of him, only to get kicked again when he catches up. Some of the bones end up on people's doorsteps or front yards, but whatever! He doesn't care. If someone comes out to yell at him, then they can yell at him! At least then, he might be able to ask some more questions about where he is and what is going on.]

This place is a dump. [he says loudly, maybe wanting someone to hear it at this point.] The people leave their Halloween garbage just laying around? Seriously?

[ wildcard ]

[Or just tag him with whatever! Canon point is just prior to the brainstorming conversation with Yu and Naoto in December.]

1

[picolin]

[ That timing was, indeed, pretty fantastic. Behind him, Yosuke might hear the sound of someone muffling a very quiet laugh; if he turns around, he'll find a dude in full armor standing a short distance away, hand still raised to his face where he's tried to stifle a smile. ]

Ah, I apologize. [ At least he sounds mostly sincere. ] I didn't mean to make light of your misfortune. But nature is truly a harsh mistress, is she not?

[ That said, it really is quite cold. His own armor's growing rather unpleasant to wear as the chill seeps through the metal, but he's still faring better than this youth, he imagines. Serpico gives Yosuke a sympathetic nod. ]

You seem poorly dressed for the weather. I take it you also found yourself here without explanation?

Rebakah Cooper | Provost's Dog

[provostsdog]

Prompt 1

This is hardly the first time Beka's been in a house with no heating and things in disrepair, so she sees little point in complaining about it. Instead she's found some rags to wrap her hands in and a threadbare coat two sizes two big. Now it's just a matter of finding some wood. And something to chop it with. Probably should find that first.

"Excuse me," she says to the first person she finds. "Would you know where I might buy firewood? It's more than a might chilly."

Prompt 3

This is the second time she's come back to find her firewood missing. Beka's expression goes hard as she scans the forest around her. "Best give it back you sarden scut. I'm more than willin' t'hobble someone just for pranking right now"

Prompt 4

Once she figured out what was going on, Beka gathered up all the blankets she could find and set out purposefully. Now she's wandering through the streets, looking for anyone who seems to be losing color.

"Here," she says, unfolding one of the blankets in her stack. "Get this round you and you'll feel better in a blink"

Prompt 3

[poetryslamming]

"Sarden scut? I guess that's a new one."

It's said with a huff. She is kind of amused at the woman's choice of address - and files the words away for later use, because it sounds like the coolest fucking insult you could imagine - but her amusement turns into disbelief when out of the blue, a stack of firewood hurls itself into her arms and she can either choose to grasp at it or have it come crashing down over her feet. Feeling kind of dumb, standing around with a load of wood that really isn't hers in front of an angry woman looking for the very same thing, Alexa clears her throat and bends over to drop her stash on the ground. Quickly.

There. It isn't like she want to keep it or anything, right? Fuck. She doesn't even know where the hell it came from.

Alexa Hase | OC

[poetryslamming]

PROMPT 1 - gather around the fire.

She got out before the roof collapsed. Not luckily, but cleverly so, fuck. Now Alexa is standing in her thin leather jacket that's no match against the degrees, a stone's throw down the street, watching the building and its hole for roof with a cigarette dangling from between her lips. It's the second to last she's got left of the packet which has followed her here from home, hitching a ride in her jeans' pocket and tasting only somewhat of stale water, after her waking up in the well. The lighter she uses to light it with is breathing its last, too. Soon she'll need to find her smokes... somewhere... else.

Yeah, good fucking luck with that.

Taking a deep drag of the cigarette, she blinks against the snowflakes catching on her eyelashes. As she exhales, a slight hum of words follows on the tail of the exhalation, loud enough that someone might hear, were they to pass her by.

"Baby, it's so fucking cold outside, huh?"

PROMPT 2 - whom are you dressing for?

The bones are creepy, sure, but the carved pumpkins are just flat-out annoying her with their halfway eroded, grinning faces left where you're fucking tripping over them. That's basically what happened just a few moments ago, when she was minding her own fucking business and fighting her way across a snowy street. Underneath the snow, surprise, a pumpkin and she stepped on it. Go fucking figure.

And to make things worse, stepping on it made her clothes go away, leaving her standing in a cat girl costume complete with ears and tail. Alexa does a little dance around herself, trampling the pumpkin to bits with her feet, probably looking like she's chasing her tail in true cat-like fashion. Shit.

"What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me?!"

PROMPT 3 - as far as effort goes.

The third time her firewood disappears, she makes a fucking note of it, tying a piece of string to the next batch that, much as she'd expected, disappears into thin air, too. Then, she goes looking. Someone must be munching off other people's hard fucking labour, or else she'd have a fucking castle of firewood right about now. Fucking hell.

Rummaging through the streets, she isn't shy of glancing in through the windows of the other houses as she looks for her stack of stupid branches and after half an hour of feeling just that fucking stupid, she actually catches sight of a string-bound pile on a living room floor. Someone's in there, too. Alexa never had manners to mind, so she just raises both hands and starts hammering on the window, so the glass rattles in the frames.

"Hey, you fucking asshole, how about wasting your own fucking time?"

3.

[owowattsthis]

[ It was a little weird to have someone not only bang on the window of the house, but also call him names? Wow, alright. He sauntered over to the window from his place over by a wall that was on its last legs, and opened the window for the super rude new guest. ]

You know, generally, calling people assholes when you first meet them doesn't go over very well. Usually, anyway, I know like one person who can get away with it.

Eagle | Kemono Kingdom Zoo

[eagleofthe_west]

i. snow everywhere
[All you're treated to is the sight of a house, half-collapsed, the roof almost entirely snow.

Or at least that's what it looks like for a second. Then a hand thrusts its way through the snow and claws desperately at the air. SAVE HIM.]

iii. he lets people step all over him
[Eagle had wanted to be useful which was why he had started gathering wood. He wasn't very good at it and it's kind of taking him a long time but he's been persevering for an hour when he reaches back to place another piece only for it to drop straight to the ground.

A pause, then he looks. First at where his pile isn't, then at you, for some reason holding everything.]

......If you need it, you can ask. [His wings fluff a little indignantly before he reaches down and picks up the piece he dropped and comes to place it in your arms.]

Do you need more?

i. snow everywhere

[provostsdog]

[She might not have any official authority in this strange place, but Beka isn't exactly good at just doing nothing, so she's been wandering the streets, looking for anyone who might need some help. So when she sees the hand break through the snow she runs over and starts digging through it.]

Hold on, I'll get'cha out!

[It would probably have been easier if she'd thought to bring, well, anything to dig with other than her hands.]

Gaelio Bauduin / Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans

[kimaris]

three.

[ He had been along with his day, and he'd had little to no complaints about it. There's the usual things, like he wants to go home and he misses people, of course, but all in all it was a generally pleasant day.

He even manages to say thank you to the... helpful pixies as they douse him in wood. It'll be useful... eventually.

However, when he sees your character being ruthlessly picked on with various kindling, he's coming to the rescue and waving a stray piece of wood away. The damage is done. There's probably splinters. Sorry about that.

Your "saviour" is a very tall man with purple hair and... that's probably a scar forking across his face. Hm. There's also evidence of prior "help" in his hair, if you squint, in the form of tiny pieces of bark. ]

I don't think they know what being helpful is.

four.

[ He's attributing it to the plaque of winter. Earth has snow, and he's certainly seen it before, even if he didn't live in a place where it was common—but after a few minutes and a quick hug around the shoulders, he's realised it's a little more literal than it should be.

That's why if someone seems extra apathetic, he's trudging out and gently taking them by the elbow. ]

You don't want to dwell here.

[ Look at them, bleeding feelios all out over the snow... ]

extra.

[ leave a blank and i'll write something!! this is the preferred route tbh. ]

4

[espritdecorpse]

[ He isn’t one for wallowing which is why he’s been a whirlwind of frenetic energy since arriving: scrambling from the well, pulling people out of houses, managing to overcome the imps and make a fire. But once the immediate danger of freezing to death was averted, he was at leisure to gaze into the middle distance, into the dancing snowflakes, the long winter shadows coalescing into figures and faces from his past. Somehow he’d stood up and wandered away from the fire, not that he wanted to seek them out, but it wasn’t as if he could leave them alone, either.

After a while even the memories faded, leaving behind a nostalgic sensation: nothing at all. The stark coldness reminded him of death, and felt himself inexorably drawn to... ]

You—?

[ A name is on his lips, as he feels someone take his arm, that slight touch chasing away the gathering chill. He looks up and blinks, and all the ghostly memories disappear from his sight. ]

Your hair's blue.

[ This person (who isn't that person) stands out against the monochrome landscape like a spirit flame. Wei Wuxian can feel warmth and light and color returning to the world. He grins. ]

I like it!

Akira Fudo | Devilman Crybaby

[lacrimose]

1.
[It's the middle of the night when there's an incredibly loud CRASH in the Ruga district. The rooftop and part of the front wall of a poorly-maintained house has collapsed, with enough severity to crush any ordinary person sleeping underneath.

An ordinary person, that is. There's an angry sounding growl as a dark figure emerges from the rubble, picks up one of the larger pieces of fallen roof and throws it down into the street as hard as he can. (Hopefully it isn't aimed straight at any onlookers?) Then he looks around wildly, shaking snow and dust out of his hair like a dog shaking off its fur.

Once the panicked haze of anger is over he blinks and stops growling, confusion setting in when it becomes obvious nothing is trying to kill him.]

What the hell happened...?


2.
[Akira hadn't even been intending to pick up one of the half-rotted pumpkins, but he did opt to kick one out of the way of a path it had rolled onto before anyone could trip over it. Bad idea, because now he's stuck in this thing and getting more and more irritated by the second when he can't tear it off.

Which is when you can find Akira, biting and clawing at the straps of his costume with the desperation of a trapped bear trying to chew off its own paw. Only, he's doing a good job of scratching himself up a lot and making no progress on getting the outfit off whatsoever. At least all that blood is festive? Or sexy, if that's your kind of thing.]


4a.
[It's hard to tell when the colour has faded from someone who tends to opt for monochrome outfits anyway. Yet those who might look closely will notice Akira looks paler than usual, and his usually warm brown eyes have become drained. He's sitting on a bench in the snow, staring blanky at the ground, watching the way his breath mists in the air. Dimly he wonders if he should go back inside, but it doesn't really feel like it matters. Nothing really matters, like someone has doused a bucket of ice on the constant surge of feelings always boiling inside him.

Maybe if he stays here a while longer, it'll be fine...]

4b.
[...Or maybe you're the one out in the snow feeling a little drained, which is when you're going to be ambushed by a tall, scrawny-looking teenager armed with a blanket. With surprising strength he'll wrap you up in it, or if you're smaller than him, he might even scoop you off your feet as he bundles you up, grinning--]

Hey, it's cold out here! Let's go.

2

[oomfies]

[ This is so cursed.

So much that Lottie is sent into silence when she sees Akira wandering.. Just, trying to rip at his costume like he has hope it'll come off. The bones she's collected in her hands clatter to the ground, especially, when she sees blood mixed in somewhere with the material of the costume. ]

...Oh my god, stop!! [ She's pointedly looking away, a hand covering her face as she blindly holds out her coat - something that should shield the world from what should not be seen. ] Cover yourself, now!

[fluffoon]

1.

[ Oh boy, does Rinna not care for the cold. This place is icky and miserable and she is no fire mage who can heat themselves. She's also not an ice mage that actually likes the cold. No, no, for all the spells she knows, she hovers around the other elements.

None of those are doing her any favors as she floats through the town sitting side-saddle on her magical instrument in her butt-length qipao.

Her big hat is gathering snow and eventually gets so heavy she topples off face-first into a drift below.

She will pop out at whoever passes by, as if on queue, and cling to their leg, near-tears. ]

Pleeeease, I just want a big bowl of soup and a hot bath and some fluffy blankets and- and- pleeease help a girl out!!

2.

[ Wow, for as dreary as this place looks now, it was apparently bumpin' not long ago. She knows a festival when she sees one, even if it's the remnants of one.

She's just fussing around trying to get warm. As a certified ruins-freak, she can't help but poke around everything to learn more.

Unfortunately, the pumpkins are a little cursed. Even more unfortunate, it's hard to get sexier than her current outfit. But Chroma has tried.

Rinna doesn't mind showing skin, but is this really fair? She's already so cold her teeth are chattering. She hugs herself tight. ]

Ohhh, what's wrong with this place? Come on! How cruel! Who treats a beautiful, young maiden like this, huh?!

4.

[ Rinna's no good, very bad day is leaving her tired. She wants a nap sooo bad and her slow loss of color is going unnoticed in her drowsiness. She sure feels less energetic and peppy, though.

She ends up plopping down on someone's porch or doorstep with a big sigh, trying to get shelter from the snow. She's lonely and cold and she misses Kirika and everyone. She just wants a billion blankets and a long, long cuddle with someone.

She props her chin in her hands and pouts. ]

Mmm, how are you gonna get back, Rinna? I can't detect what kind of magic this is at all. This is looking bad...

1

[espritdecorpse]

[ Whatever his impression of this place had been, it shoots up 10000% when a lightly-attired, pretty girl attaches herself to his leg. He basks in it for several seconds longer than absolutely necessary. And then he's helping her up, finding her hat and dusting it off. He spins it beneath the brim on one finger and then places it back on her head. ]

I'll do my best to keep you warm. —Oh, what a beauty!

[ He's staring...at her magical instrument. Now that's a real treasure if he's ever seen one. He glances back at the girl, with a grin and a wink, adding: ]

Yours, right? It suits you.

choubee aza | jigokuraku

[flinty]

one.

[ Choubee's learned to adapt in all sorts of weather conditions. When he and his brother did not even so much as a roof over their heads they had to learn to keep warm, and over the years his body either learned to work accordingly or he made it so it did. The only real obstacle today, however, is that he's barefoot.

Great... well whatever. There's something different about his body ever since he escaped the pit, that much he's noticed, so a little cold won't kill him. ] Tch. [ But it doesn't stop him from complaining, considering he can still feel the frost and heavy contrast of his natural body heat the moment his feet touches the ground.

Reaching his "home" in Flavo, Choubee makes his appearance known to any roommates by slamming the door open. Looking more than just a little ragged, and conveniently enough a part of the roof just decides to collapse -- he promptly looks at the ground, now covered in roofing and snow, before looking up at the hole in the ceiling, and then straight ahead.

That's not his fault. ]

two.

[ He's not particularly interested in cleaning up after anyone, let alone himself, but Choubee does see that the bones scattered across the snow may just hold some value. For him, at least -- everyone else seems to be discarding the longer, more useful, bones and his expression twists into confusion when you happen to be carefully picking up a humerus. ]

Hey. [ He breaks the silence, treading through the snow. ] If you're just gonna toss it, hand it over to me. I could use that for something.

three.

[ He's received warnings of the forest, but Choubee believes that so long as there are no gods wandering around then there was nothing to be cautious about; gathering firewood without so much as a word, ensuring none of the wood he tucked underneath his arm were too wet.

But in a blink of an eye, without any warning, there's a sudden absence of weight in his arm that had originally been carrying some wood. Taking a glance he notices that everything he had gathered had managed to disappear, earning a look of surprise and a tightly lipped growl as he turns quickly to look behind him. With no evidence of anyone behind him, not even a hint of footprints, Choubee's blood rushes with annoyance -- in the distance is your character with an armful of wood. Wood he's collected, and unbeknownst to him had been stolen by pixies that dropped it off with gleeful cheers.

Picking up a piece of wood, he doesn't even hesitate when chucking it straight at your character's head. ]

That's mine, rat!

Two

[pyrafect]

[ Quite... the abrasive personality he has, doesn't he?

Pyra looks at him skeptically from toe to head. And many people might note that he looks unhinged. Or like he's about to murder anyone he well damn pleases. But Pyra takes his appearance and demand as someone who needs help.

She'll hand him the bone pleasantly enough, although her gaze is uncertain, concerned. ] Well, sure, here. [ And then: ] ...Is everything alright?

Lux Crownguard | League of Legends

[interlucere]

🌈 o1. SNOW PLACE LIKE HOME.

[ Lux has always run a little warmer than normal. It's one of the perks of having light flowing from within you. But all this snow is really making even the sunniest of mages feel a little chilled, which is why she is extremely thankful when she finds shelter nearby (see: it's basically a shack). And at first it seems really nice! Still a little cold, but things are looking up.

Until the roof lets out a very ominous whine. Oh.

Thank goodness she is quick to think of a solution, as a part of the ceiling begins to suspiciously sag. That solution? Well...

That's what you happen to walk in on, whether you were taking refuge in this place (seriously, it's a shack, why would you), or happened upon it. Standing on a somewhat rickety looking table is a small blond, stretched up as tall as she can be, her staff held like a support beam against what might very quickly be a collapsed roof. ]

Oh, hi there! [ A beat; and a very stretched smile. ] So, not to be rude, but little help would be really nice right about now. If I move, this whole thing will come down.

[ She sounds so chipper about it too. Please assist? She's kind of small, and her staff and the table she's standing on are about to break! ]

🌈 o3. MAKING LIGHT OF A BAD SITUATION.

[ You know what they say: fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.

But three times? Oh, now it's personal.

Which is why, the moment that someone bends down to pick up an absolutely tantalizing and clearly unguarded pile of firewood, they feel something tighten around their ankle before being abruptly hoisted upward. It's a trap, one set by the hooded woman slowly walking toward the tree you're hanging from. Looking up, she sighs in satisfaction before letting a hand rest at her hip. ]

Well, that was sloppy. I guess a criminal always returns to the scene of the crime.

[ Lux you could have gotten so much firewood in the time it took to set this trap. ]

🌈 oX. WILDCARD.

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