[OPEN EVENT] Weekend Winter Wonderland

[wintershepherd]

Characters: All?
Date: March 8th-11th
Location: All of Keeliai
Situation: It's been a stressful month thus far for a lot of people, but Jack is determined to Make All The Happy and decides he needs to get back to his wintery roots by giving the city a proper snowing.
Warnings/Rating: People high on snow glitter?
NOTES: Actionspam OR prose, whatever is preferred! (Settings were just easier to prose.) Make your own thread headers if none of these suit! ♥



Jack had spent the last three hours balanced motionlessly on the top of a flagpole, head tilted back as he listened to the wind and the sound of the city below. Where is Winter? it asked. I'm here! the spirit replied, but he knew it didn't mean his physical presence. He'd had too much on his mind and too much in his heart and in that sense he had indeed been absent these last few weeks.

Eyes closed and thoughtlessly trusting, he tipped forward into open air, letting the wind catch him and hurl him upward into the misty cloud cover that scudded across the stars tonight. At his touch they thickened, fat and pale grey against the indigo backdrop and Jack swirled them up, the motions so ingrained in him they felt just like breathing. In the small hours of the morning snowflakes began to fall on the sleeping city, specks at first but then quickly becoming heavier.

Now with a fresh canvas to work with, Jack was really in his element. He could never have done something like this back home, not anywhere in his world. It would have been too strange, too inexplicable, drawn too much attention. But here on the turtle, things were different. There wasn't really a semblance of normal and Jack poured his imagination and heart into the things he wanted most to share, and from the snow rose gleaming swirls of snow and blue light, forming things of exceptional detail and delight.

By the time the sun rose, a solid three feet of the snow had blanketed the city, glistening and crisp and Jack went rocketing down the streets, rapping on doors and windows to leave spirals of frost on every surface.

"Whooohoo! Snow day! Get up sleepyheads, everyone come out and play!"


THREAD STARTERS
Ice Skating | Snowball Battle | Sledding Hill | Ice Cityscapes | Kids Playground | OOC Plot Post

Comments

[virginprice]

A sculpture, I assume? I do not think it would be easy to import a true one from Jebe-Barkal.

[Alcuin leans in to examine it more closely. He's never seen a real elephant, only seen drawings from histories and geographies. Explorers come up with some trippy stuff sometimes.]

[poeticverses]

Yes, made of plaster if I recall. It's much larger than this, too--a boy we know, Gavroche, lived inside the real one. This is not even a quarter of its size, but the detail is remarkable.

[virginprice]

Gavroche? I met him, not a week ago. He really lived in an oliphaunt- pardon, an elephant?

[He hesitates, about to say it's a strange choice of abode before he realizes Gavroche may not have had much choice.]

If it was that large, it would surely give an excellent view.

[poeticverses]

He did. I never climbed it--I came to Paris long after such behavior would have been acceptable--but I imagine it did. It was bigger than some of the houses.

[virginprice]

What a shame, I shall have to ask him myself, then. What do you think this one is doing here?

[poeticverses]

I haven't the faintest idea. I would say that someone carved it from the ice, but the detail is too great for any man to have done it.

[It's really remarkable]

I wonder if there are other monuments from Paris carved from the ice here.

[virginprice]

Even if there are not, the other carvings are beautiful. Perhaps if we look around we can see others from your home.

[He sincerely doubts there will be any from his.]

[poeticverses]

They are, aren't they? I wonder if they're all monuments.

[virginprice]

I could not say. One looked familiar- the temple, there- but I do not know any of the others.

[The Acropolis is quite recognizable!]

[poeticverses]

The Acropolis? At least, I believe that is the Acropolis. I've only seen pictures, but...

[He shrugs]

Or is it something from Terre d'Ange?

[virginprice]

No, 'tis a Hellene temple, to their goddess of war and learning. The Acropolis, yes, and the Parthenon.

[He laughs lightly, pushing his own homesickness aside.]

I do not think we will see anything from Terre d'Ange beyond myself and Favrielle.

[poeticverses]

That is what the Parthenon is back home, only ancient Greek. It is a temple to Athena. I believe the Acropolis is as well, or else connected in some way.

[Jehan smiles at Alcuin, hopefully comforting. He understands the homesickness]

It is possible that other people or things will arrive here.

[virginprice]

Hellas and Greece are the same, I have been informed. Our world is much the same, save in its names.

[He appreciates the smile and the friendship- Jehan is very kind.]

Yes, it is possible. There are more of your acquaintances each week, it seems- and I am glad of that. You have all been good friends.

[He doesn't want Jehan to think he's jealous, even if he is a little.]

[poeticverses]

There are, aren't there? I did not hope to ever see them again.

[Jehan's smile goes a bit sad, because it's true]

But if even the gamin is able to travel here, surely those you miss will come.

[virginprice]

And, in the meantime, I can make more friends than I've ever had before.

[That smile really is totally sincere. He likes the freedom to choose his own acquaintances that he's found here.

He stops in front of the Statue of Liberty.] What do you think this one is, then?

[poeticverses]

[Jehan frowns]

While I admit I do not know art as well as I know poetry, my guess is that it is a statue of a goddess--Greek or Roman I don't know.

[virginprice]

I cannot think which one it would be. [Alcuin is quite familiar with both Greek and Roman mythology, after all, and it's quite a mystery! The crown is... unique.] But you are right, the style is similar.

[poeticverses]

I will have to ask Dorian. He comes from a time after mine--perhaps he'll know.

[He just hopes it won't turn to public flirting again. Not that he minded, of course, but. Well. Discretion.]

She almost reminds me of Athena, but the crown is...not hers.

[virginprice]

I am sure he will be happy to tell you, if he does.

[There's a particular tilt to Alcuin's smile that suggests he is remembering that flirting. It was adorable.]

Mm, yes... Hera might wear a crown, but this does not seem like her.

[poeticverses]

The torch and tablet aren't hers. Artemis and Aphrodite are also out for obvious reasons.

[Jehan spots that smile and blushes. Dear God, did everyone see that?!]

[virginprice]

Indeed, they would be wearing less.

[He chuckles at that blush.] How is Dorian, if I may ask?

[poeticverses]

Aphrodite would be wearing nothing.

[Jehan clears his throat, still blushing. Alcuin, he guesses, has no issues with...well, that]

Dorian is quite fine, though I'm sure you could ask him yourself.

[virginprice]

Precisely.

[This is so cute Alcuin can't help it.

And yes, considering his own redheaded poet boyfriend it would be hard to say he has a problem with it.] Oh, certainly, but I could hardly gossip about him with him.

[poeticverses]

[Aaah dammit]

I don't normally gossip with anyone about anyone...though I suppose I brought this upon myself, behaving like I did in a public forum.

[virginprice]

I do not think there was anything objectionable in your behaviour. I thought it was sweet- though I think the language of flowers in Terre d'Ange may differ from yours.