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[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
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
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At the surprising offer of gloves, he considers his options.] Do I really have a choice? [he asks, his tone dry, but a bit of a smile on his face nevertheless.] Not so great at building defenses, but I've got a decent throwing arm. Sure. I'll join up.
[And to finalize his committment to the war effort, he accepts the gloves from Javert, slowly and just as cautiously as they were offered.] So are we done wasting time holding me at brickpoint? Because I don't think anyone else is interested in taking a time-out so we can get our act together. [As if on cue, a snowball whizzes by overhead.]
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[ no hard feelings, right?? It's not as if snow kills. (Napoleon would disagree, but then he was stupid enough to march through Russia in winter.)
The brick is pulled away, and placed back into place with a slight pat to make sure it stuck. The entire hubbub, from Bourne vaulting over their walls to him accepting their invitation was taken with the casualness of two men discussing the weather.
He peers over a rampart, looking rather unconcerned at the gathering number of gathering population of under twenty ones. ]
Terrible aim, but no doubt they'll improve if we don't put a stop to it soon.
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I shall worry about the defenses. You cover Monsieur's blind spot while I finish, [instructs Javert curtly, deftly ducking out of the way of a stray snowball with little fanfare or care. The stranger passed his brief inspection; he is satisfied. He sidles back to his partway-finished work. He is a touch anal about rampart construction, pausing to quirk a wry brow at Haytham as he properly secures the snatched brick back into place. A crooked, wolfish smirk.
Javert bends back beneath the wall and gets back to work, but not before calling over his shoulder to Jason,]
By the way, it would make you a very nice fellow if you would warn me of incoming barrages or grapeshot or what-ever from your perch. Call me by name, Javert. Who are you?
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Ah, the question, the question. A month here and while Bourne hadn't seen hide or hair of anyone trying to kill him, he still didn't feel too comfortable bandying his name about. But then, better that than the name on the dog tags, and enough kedan and otherwise alike knew his adopted name here.] Jason Bourne. Watch out, inbound--
[A snowball skims over the top of the fort, and he lobs it back as easily as pitching a baseball. A muffled paff noise lets him know it hit someone, if not the person who sent it in the first place.] At least if they keep aiming low, they'll be fortifying the wall, not chipping away at it.