[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

[dracobin]

[Temeraire twitches his tail a little, glancing at the elephant.] The Bastille, that is the prison that was stormed during the Revolution, is it not?

[poeticverses]

Yes, that's the one. The Elephant was one of Bonaparte's ideas, however.

[dracobin]

Oh, Bonaparte! [Temeraire puts his ruff back.] In that case I cannot say it is at all tasteful. I wonder if it is an elephant in my world, too, or--no, Lien has probably got to him by now, and it is a statue of her instead.

[poeticverses]

Lien? Who is Lien?

[dracobin]

She is a Celestial like myself, but she and her companion tried to kill my captain, and then her companion was killed. So now she has sworn vengeance against us, and allied herself with Napoleon in order to defeat us, even though it was her companion who tried to kill us in the first place. [He sighs moodily.] I hear she is having the streets of Paris widened, so your barricade may be more difficult to build in my world, if you build one at all. It is hard to say.

[poeticverses]

[What Jehan takes from this conversation is:

-Celestial is a type of dragon
-Lien is quite possibly insane
-Napoleon has a dragon
-Les Amis might exist in a world with dragons
-Jehan really hopes this hypothetical other-version of him gets a dragon.

Of course, he doesn't say any of this.]

I doubt barricades would be particularly effective with dragons around, so no revolutionary would suggest them as a course of action.

[dracobin]

Yes, that is true; any dragon might fly over them. So we shall have to rethink our strategy, but, as I have already told M. Combeferre, I will be sure to come and help you, and then no-one need die at all.

[poeticverses]

Are you certain Les Amis exist in your world? From the sounds of it, I, at least, am not even born yet.

[dracobin]

[He looks a little doubtful at that before he shakes his head, tail lashing a little and sending up small clumps of snow.] Oh, but you must, must you not? Napoleon exists in our worlds, and Washington, and the Marquis de Lafayette, and I do not see why they should be permitted to exist in both our worlds when you do not.

[poeticverses]

[Jehan makes a face at the mention of the Marquis]

I suppose. Then again, we do not have dragons in our world, as much as I would like to have had them.

[dracobin]

I am starting to think there are not many worlds who do. Pray tell, what is a Paris without dragons like? What do you do when you are not building barricades?

[poeticverses]

I was a student and a poet. I attended classes when I had time, wrote, explored the city for inspiration, and I regularly made trips outside the city as well. I enjoyed city life, but my heart lay in the countryside and with nature.

[dracobin]

[!!!!]

A poet! [Temeraire tries not to look overeager, as he is quite large and looking overeager might be unintentionally intimidating, but his ruff pricks up and he sits up a little straighter.] I am quite fond of poetry; I should very much like to read some of yours sometime, if you do not mind.

[poeticverses]

[Oh, dear. Jehan blushes, both at the suddenly excited dragon and the idea that another person wants to read his work]

I, ah, when I have some written I will gladly share it with you, Monsieur le Dragon.

[dracobin]

Pray do. And there is no need to call me Monsieur; Temeraire will do nicely.

[poeticverses]

Temeraire, then.

[Jehan smiles]

I have to ask--can you breathe fire?

[dracobin]

[sob what is with the firebreathing]

No, only a few breeds are capable of breathing fire--the Spanish Flecha-del-Fuego, and the French Flamme-de-Gloire, and [his voice growing a little surly] the Turkish Kazilik. Most dragons do not spit anything at all; although I have the divine wind, and I am sure that is much more useful than fire.

[He pauses and looks curiously at Jehan.] You are not the first person to ask me that; are there a great many legends of firebreathing dragons in your world?

[poeticverses]

As far as I am aware--and I have read many things involving dragons--all dragons breathe fire and have a horde of precious metals and jewels. They are also prone to kidnapping helpless maidens, but I do not believe that is the case for your world, Temeraire. You are much too civilized for that.

[dracobin]

Well, I suppose I would not object to a horde of precious metals and jewels, even if I do not breathe fire. I have heard they are very comfortable to sleep on. But pray, why would they kidnap helpless maidens? I cannot see the point in it, unless they wanted company.

[poeticverses]

There is never any given reason, except the occasional sacrifice or tithe required to keep the kingdom safe. It's generally assumed that the dragons...euh, eat them or otherwise dispose of the girl.

[dracobin]

[what ew.]

But that is revolting; why should any dragon want to eat a girl, and what makes girls any tastier than boys, for that matter? And would a nice cow not have a great deal more meat on it, and be easier to obtain besides?

[poeticverses]

It is the idea of a damsel in distress--the maidens are always victims as the hero is always a man, usually a knight, prince, or particularly skilled peasant who then gets to marry the girl. It's quite a common plot.

[dracobin]

Oh, I have heard of this before, though I do not quite understand the explanation I received: something to do with women having to care for your eggs, and I confess it did not make much sense to me at the time. I still do not see why it ought to be so. There are women in the Corps, and I would wager that Catherine and Jane could beat most any knight in a duel, and certainly any peasant, skilled or not.

[poeticverses]

Women are the only ones capable of giving birth and are generally more suited to the role of caretaker. As such, they are entitled to protection and are frequently victims if they are not. I will admit to having met several forceful women in my life, as well as several caring men but as a rule women are mothers and caretakers.

[A pause]

And humans do not have eggs.

[dracobin]

But it does not follow that women are suited to the role; just because they can give birth does not mean they must, and I do not see why they should require protection because of it, either, unless it is while they are carrying an egg. Surely having eggs is not all that women do.

[Blink.] Yes, I have heard that, from many people, but nobody will explain to me how you are laid instead.