[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

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[poeticverses]

Romantics are granted certain liberties.

[Jehan laughs, though it's cut off when a branch dumps its load of snow on top of his head. The sudden cold takes his breath away and he mumbles vague swears in what would normally be Occtian before laughing again as the magic starts working even more]

[depicted]

[Dorian laughs, rich and bright. He is still laughing as he takes pity and tugs Jehan over to save him from the snow, brushing it away.] No, you look sweet. You remind me of Coleridge, in fact. Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, whether the summer clothe the general earth with greenness, or—[a grin as he dusts off Jehan's hair]—the redbreast sit and sing betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch of mossy apple-tree.

You see? You're poetry.

[poeticverses]

[Jehan blushes redder than his hair as he shakes off what snow Dorian missed. He was just compared to poetry. British poetry, admittedly, but still.]

I will turn red entirely if you keep that up, mon ami, and 'blush' does not go well with my hair. That much I know.

[depicted]

[But Dorian doesn't relent.] Some things are charming enough to be worth a little clashing of colours. Your expression just now is one of them.

[poeticverses]

[What is it about this man that makes Jehan such a hopeless mess inside? Jehan's known incredibly charming people but none of them have anything on Dorian.

(Somewhere in the back of Jehan's mind, he wonders if 'charisma' was part of the immortal package or if Dorian is just naturally like this. But that's not important right now.)]

I shall remember that the next time I offend your sensibilities with my fashion, unless Courfeyrac takes this time away from Paris and my usual shops to replace my wardrobe. He's been threatening that since we met. Granted, I dressed terribly back then so...

[Yes, let that sink in Dorian. Jehan, who is admittedly not as bad as normal today, dressed worse a few years ago]

[depicted]

[Horrors.] You dressed worse and Courfeyrac improved you? I'll have to thank him.

[poeticverses]

I don't understand why everyone is so against how I choose to dress!

[He's laughing, though. It's hard to be offended with magic snow and Dorian]

I will admit pink was a bad choice, but I hadn't slept well in days. Surely I can be forgiven for that!

[depicted]

I can forgive you anything, Jehan Prouvaire.

[poeticverses]

Anything?

[Jehan's smile goes a little mischievous and he quickly scoops up some snow and flings it in Dorian's face]

Even that?

[depicted]

[Dorian sputters for a moment] You just—I can't believe you just did that! I can't believe you just did that.

[But he believes it enough to get a snowball of his own to throw right back at Jehan.]

[poeticverses]

[Jehan just about dies of laughter at Dorian's face before the snowball hits him square in the face. Naturally, he retaliates and tosses another one at Dorian. He hasn't felt this carefree in what feels like ages]

Well, there's snow on your face so I would suggest changing your beliefs, cher!

[depicted]

Consider me a convert. [This means snowball war. Dorian ducks behind an ice sculpture for cover, then prepares a flurry in his counter attack.]

[poeticverses]

[Unfortunately for Jehan, he's from the shore. Snowballs are not his strong point and he's working very slowly.

At least he managed to duck behind a tree]

[depicted]

[Armed with cradled snowballs, Dorian comes out from behind his protective sculpture to see Jehan by the tree. A stealthy approach is ruined because he's laughing.]

[poeticverses]

[Jehan dives out of the way when Dorian comes up behind him, only to end up rolling a ways away, laughing the entire time]

You are a terrible sneak!

[depicted]

Beauty ought never hide itself. [Can he manage to tackle Jehan down into the snow? He's certainly going to try.]

[poeticverses]

[He manages it alright. The Frenchman falls back with a yelp, grabbing Dorian so they go down together. Thankfully, there's a snowbank to keep them from hitting anything else]

Oof!

[depicted]

[Dorian grins down at him.] Do you surrender?

[poeticverses]

What will you do if I do not?

[Jehan returns the grin, reaching up to brush Dorian's hair from his face]

[depicted]

Then I suppose I'll have to convince you to give in. [Dorian leans down to give Jehan a sweet, gentle kiss.]

[While seriously debating whether or not he wants to shove snow down Jehan's shirt.]

[poeticverses]

[Sighing softly, Jehan returns the kiss. He's cold and wet and only getting colder and wetter, but it's fun out here. Jehan's reluctant to ask to go inside somewhere.

He's also hoping Dorian doesn't do something terrible like shove snow down his trousers or something, but the kiss is enough of a distraction that he doesn't think to get him before he can be got.]

/DRIVEBY

[cynisme]

[Grantaire is somehow simultaneously aimless and busy. It's the plot with Gavroche, truly, and the fact that he heard something about ice skating that he's want to check out.

Either way, his goings on have him passing this field of ice monuments and what does he see? Well, a show indeed.

One that gets a wolf whistle and a comment as he passes by.]

Long live the pederasts, and high praise to public indecency.

[A toast and a drink to you, boys.]

[depicted]

[Without stopping the kiss, the Englishman raises a gloved hand from the snow so he can give the interrupting French boy a traditional greeting: the Longbowman Salute.]

[He pulls away just enough to break the kiss, and speaks quietly.]

Should we ignore him, or should we make him pay?

[A two vs one snowball fight is perfectly fair.]

[poeticverses]

[Jehan is a furious red but he doesn't spare a glance for Grantaire. He's used to this by now, Grantaire's interruptions]

...Ignore him for now. He will be expecting retaliation--if we wait, we will catch him off his guard.

[depicted]

Oh, good.

[And Dorian realizes that he has a poor, not-immortal boy pinned down in the snow. Contrary to popular belief, he can be considerate on occasion.]

But I can't have you catching a fever. [He gets off of Jehan and offers him a hand up.]