wintershepherd: (windswept)
Jack Frost ([personal profile] wintershepherd) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2013-03-07 08:05 pm

[OPEN EVENT] Weekend Winter Wonderland

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
epigrammatical: (marsyas listening to you)

[personal profile] epigrammatical 2013-03-10 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
"It is as elegant as a monument to a war hero could be, I suppose," Henry said dryly, looking up at the miniature Nelson at the top of the column, and down to the four similarly-scaled lions at the base. "We do enjoy our great vertical monuments in London. Perhaps we are compensating for some perceived lack."
virginprice: (sweet smile)

[personal profile] virginprice 2013-03-10 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"What is he remembered for? It must have been something important." Even in miniature, it was... really quite tall. The original must be taller than any monument in Terre d'Ange. Henry's jibe made him chuckle. "I cannot imagine what you mean, Henry."
epigrammatical: (you have discovered that?)

[personal profile] epigrammatical 2013-03-11 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"England loves her monuments dearly," Henry said, so primly that it was clearly ironic. "Lord Nelson was one of our famous admirals, shot and killed in the battle that was his greatest victory. It seems to me that few of England's heroes manage to survive their triumphs."
virginprice: (braided)

[personal profile] virginprice 2013-03-17 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Alcuin's chuckle turned into a laugh, then a rather wistful sigh. "So many heroes do not. Perhaps that is why we idolize them- no one wishes to see a hero grow old and querulous."
epigrammatical: (world goes to the altar)

[personal profile] epigrammatical 2013-03-18 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"They are still men, still shaped from the same clay as the rest of us," Henry replied with a shrug. "But you are right; nothing keeps up a reputation like a glorious death."
Edited 2013-03-18 12:44 (UTC)
virginprice: (breathless)

[personal profile] virginprice 2013-03-22 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"True enough. They are as fallible and as glorious as all of us can be." Alcuin wondered, briefly, if he and Delaunay were thought of as heroes in the Terre d'Ange that went on after their deaths. But their deaths were hardly glorious. It was a fleeting thought, fortunately.