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:
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Don't worry. I was just having a nap. I'm lazy, ask anyone.
[ After a few false starts, he manages to stand on shaky legs. ]
Let's go find a bar or something. Have a few drinks, get you warmed up. Okay?
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[YOU SHOULD BE SORRY
Eagle is stuck between getting very embarrassed that a stranger is snuggling into him and worry as Wuxian struggles to stand. What was more important, telling him off or getting him somewhere warm?
The worry wins out (for now) and though he's turned red all the way to his ears, he's moving to support him from one side, extending one wing to help shield him from the snow.]
...Don't nap out here, it isn't safe if you're not good with the cold.
[This feels oddly like taking care of Lion. Except Lion had complained and been a big baby about all this.]
And if anyone needs a drink here, it's you. Come on, I'll figure something out. [He's hoping that this stranger doesn't notice he just glossed over the whole thing about getting drinks.]
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[ Mostly because of the promise of alcohol. But also because of the warmth. Side-hug is ok though; he snakes an arm around his wing-man's shoulders and pulls him close. He's about to insist that they both need a drink, when his gaze drifts over... ]
Hey, you're looking pretty red in the face. Have you been drinking already? If you've got a stash in there [ he nods towards the wreckage of the house ] we should dig it out!
[ It's worth noting that Wei Wuxian's face is red also, but that's because of thick makeup. Don't judge. ]
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Th-Thanks, I-
[And then he has to go and point out the colour of his face.]
I haven't been drinking and I don't have a stash! [The colour on Wuxian's face doesn't look natural but what worries him a lot more is the fact that he needs to get this guy warmed up first and foremost. Where was Polar Bear and his fur when you needed him?!
Clearing his throat like that'll help at all, Eagle nudges him forward to a house that looks more sturdy (as far as he could tell... he's an eagle, don't make him think about architecture unless it's round, made of twigs and sits on the side of cliffs).]
I don't drink anyway. Bad things happen when I do. [There are clingy drunks, weepy drunk, but Eagle? Is a bite-y drunk. And "I really want to be chomped on by an eagle" is something no one in history has ever said.]
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What kind of things...? It can't be that bad. If I'm drinking, you should too. It's no fun otherwise!
[ He thinks this new house you're leading him into is a bar, pls don't disappoint him. ]
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[And here he thought curiosity was limited only to cats. Clearly this person must be part-cat.]
There were a few... accidents. [Try a lot of them and from now on he’s all but sworn off alcohol.] I..... bite.
[He wants to die even as he tries to soldier on to that new house. It’s no bar but it is dry and warmer than being outside so Eagle directs them over to a chair.]