[OPEN] Red, blue, orange and green. No yellow snow cones!

[wintershepherd]

Characters: Jack Frost, OPEN
Date: Backdated to the afternoon of Jan 11th
Location: At one of the playgrounds in Keeliai.
Situation: Deciding to surprise some kedan kids as they're getting out of school at the end of the week, Jack provides snow cones.
Warnings/Rating: CUTE?

It had taken quite a few trips to the various markets scattered around the city when he finally found what he was looking for in the Fire Sector: little pots of flavoured syrup. Jack had happily forked over his juulan for a wide selection of them and had brought them to a playground where he knew that children liked to visit once they were out of school. At the end of the week, Jack wanted to give them a special treat.

Now he was sitting on a picnic table with a pile of the cleanest, purest snow he could conjure and a field of cups ready for small hands to fill them before getting dollops of sweet syrup. Pretty soon kids were flocking to the playground with excited laughter as they told their friends, and their friends told more friends. It didn't take long for murmurings about "the snow boy!" to start making its way around.

Comments

[backwordscompatible]

"I'd say we've done enough damage."

She watched the hyperactive display unfold, not-so-secretly glad she wouldn't have to deal with any of the aftermaths. With luck, they would both be long gone before any of the parents found out.

"What now, Snow Boy?"

[wintershepherd]

He gave her a wry smile. "I hadn't really planning anything else," he answered. "I've been kind of looking forward to this all day, waiting for them to get out of school."

[backwordscompatible]

"Not as much as they have, I'm sure."

[wintershepherd]

Jack cupped his chin in both hands and looked over the playground. "Their being happy makes me happy," he replied. Coming from anyone else it would have sounded trite, but from Jack it's only genuine.

[backwordscompatible]

"This is another Spirit thing, isn't it?"

At this rate, she was going to end up with an entire folder of strange-but-not-really-THAT-strange-things-Jack-says.

[wintershepherd]

"I've always been like this," he replied. "Making the other kids laugh... there's a reason my center is fun."

[backwordscompatible]

"Well, sitting around here isn't that much fun--" (okay, maybe a little fun, considering the company) "--so I say we'd better get moving before your center starts to get bored."

[wintershepherd]

Jack nods and slides from the picnic table, setting his staff behind his head lazily. "Sounds like a good idea."

[backwordscompatible]

She also hops down, though lingers back as a sign she was following his lead.

"After you."