[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

[lecentre]

Fairly recently.

[He gets momentarily distracted by someone else sledding down the hill before he looks back to Alcuin.]

It is beautiful and I do not mind sitting on the sidelines for now. [Lies.] It's nice to see other people having so much fun with it.

[virginprice]

Would you care for company? We can laugh at the ones that fall off.

[He can tell Courfeyrac would rather be on one of the sleds and he's happy to take a break. Besides, he's an Ami now. They stick together, right?]

[lecentre]

I wouldn't say no to some company. If this becomes too boring, I beg you to return to the fun.

[virginprice]

You have my most solemn oath that I shall. [Alcuin can lie as gaily as Courfeyrac can!]

How have you been finding your stay?

[lecentre]

[Touché, sir.]

I cannot complain so far. After all, I have been lucky enough to be reunited with some of my friends and introduced to interesting strangers like yourself.

[He pauses and glances at Alcuin.]

How long did you say you've been here?

[virginprice]

You are very fortunate- and so are they, to have you with them as well. I am glad to meet you too, so there is good fortune all around.

[He shrugs.] A month- or a little over that, I think. The calendar is somewhat different here than at home.

[lecentre]

Then I will hope that good fortune continues to follow me. At least for some time.

[His grin is somewhat more genuine now after that comment.]

How so, if I may ask?

[virginprice]

Do you not generally hope for good fortune?

[It's a light but curious question. Seriously, who wants bad luck?]

I believe we date our years differently...and when I arrived here, it was only a few weeks after Midwinter.

[lecentre]

I do. But with recent--

[He stops himself and smiles again, laughing lightly.]

I am generally fortunate, I should point out. Except when it comes to my hats, which I can never manage to hold onto for even a short length of time.

[Though now he's distracted himself enough to try and cover up his near slip-up that he doesn't think to comment on the Calendar bit again. Instead he watches another person slide down the hill.]

[virginprice]

[He makes a soft noise of agreement over 'recent'. He hasn't had much luck either.

But he doesn't want things to be sad, so he laughs about the hats.]

Hats are very fickle accessories, I think. It only takes the slightest breeze and they will abandon you- the fault is their, not yours.

[lecentre]

[It's alright. Courfeyrac wouldn't allow anything to get too sad.]

Oh, but when the tally becomes far too great, you start to wonder if perhaps you are doing something wrong as well.

[virginprice]

[Still, Alcuin feels he must do his part.]

Perhaps your face is too handsome to be shaded by a hat and they make a noble sacrifice to let the world see it better?

[lecentre]

[And is he ever. Ego stroking is the perfect way to keep a Courfeyrac happy. His lip curls a little more at the compliment.]

I do think I prefer that explanation, though I'd hate for others to believe I'm so narcissistic to think that on my own. It's far more endearing for me to just be unlucky when it comes to holding onto my hats.

[virginprice]

[Hah! Success. Alcuin will keep this approach in mind.]

Ah, well, I suppose one must be modest. I shall think it for you, if I may.

[lecentre]

[It's a good approach to have. He runs his fingers absently through his curls, lamenting his lack of hat still.]

I suppose I have no say in the matter but to allow it?

[virginprice]

Well, you could forbid it, but I should have a difficult time obeying.

[Okay, maybe he's laying it on a little thick- but it's all in good fun. Courfeyrac is handsome, after all.]

[lecentre]

It would go against everything I stand for to forbid you to express your thoughts freely.

[Lay it on as thick as you want, Alcuin. This is a perfect distraction for him.]

So, if you must...

[virginprice]

Your commitment to freedom is truly admirable, nigh as admirable as the fair curve of your brow.

[He grins, tucking his hands inside his sleeves. One of his gloves went missing somewhere, and he took the other off so it wouldn't look silly. Now his fingers are cold, though.]

[lecentre]

Isn't it though?

[He pauses, though, and laughs a little at the compliment before shivering. He wasn't very properly dressed for the snow either, really.]

You're good with words, have you been told?

[virginprice]

You're too kind- 'tis only a result of my education. My guardian was a poet, and ensured that we read a great deal.

[But he looks pleased at the compliment as well, before taking off his scarf.]

Here, you'll take a chill.

[lecentre]

And are you a poet as well, or just very well read?

[He's genuinely curious, and when the scarf is offered he shakes his head.]

No thank you, I wouldn't want you to go without it. If it becomes too cold, I'll just retreat indoors.

[virginprice]

Oh, I have written a few verses but they are nothing extraordinary.

[Nobody wants to see adolescent love poetry. Not even d'Angeline adolescent love poetry.

He frowns, but wraps the scarf around his neck. It suits his colouring better than Courfeyrac's, anyway.]

All right, but be sure that you do. I am not sure your friends would look kindly on me for keeping you out here talking and causing you har.

[lecentre]

I am sure you're being far too modest now.

[He's sure to counter the frown with a reassuring smile of his own, watching Alcuin return the scarf to his neck instead of insisting.]

They would know it was my own doing and not your fault at all.

[virginprice]

No, truly, one's first poems should never be seen by other eyes- and I was too busy to progress beyond that.

[Alcuin would insist, but he gets cold really easily. Missing his gloves is chilly enough.]

Well, I should not be happy to see you ill, anyway. The snow can be admired from indoors as well as out.

[lecentre]

I am certain they are better than any poems I could have imagined on my own.

[He pauses and smiles a little, glancing back at the nearest building.]

If that's the case, for the both of us to stay well, we should go inside in a few.