[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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[depicted]

"I'm going to refer you back to what I said at the start of this conversation." He takes the second case out of Toby's hands, none too gently, and pays for both. He is sulking the entire time.

[monstrous]

Toby can't help but sport a self-satisfied grin. "Oh? What was that?"

[depicted]

"That you're an ass." Purchase complete, he pushes Toby's case back into his hands.

[monstrous]

"Cheers, Dorian!" Toby says with a huge smile as he takes his case back. He stuffs it in his pockets and then ruffles Dorian's hair. "And you're very sweet."

[depicted]

Dorian rolls his eyes, and rather than responding, restores his house to order by putting his cigarettes in his new case.

Strange as it is, Dorian had never until this moment thought much about the fact that he has kept Harry's case for a century. And yet it is a relief to now possess something of his own, chosen through his own tastes. He feels better.

(Yet the tastes were shaped by Lord Henry, and the vice was that which Harry always recommended.)

[monstrous]

When they're out on the street, Toby lightly elbows Dorian. "Mind giving me a few to get mine going. I hadn't brought any with me." He smiles sweetly at Dorian, his empty cigarette case open and waiting.

[depicted]

Dorian doesn't even bother protesting. He only offers Toby the cigarettes, and a scathing look to go with them.

[monstrous]

Toby takes half, puts them in his own case, and then closes his case with that satisfied smile still there. He puts his case back into his pocket and then tags Dorian's arm. "Go on and show me those favourite statues of yours."

[depicted]

Dorian briefly brushes his hand over Toby's. And he smiles despite himself. "Yeah, all right. Not for the immortal mind, but hell, if the world is going to crumble around us, we might as well get from it what we can." Dorian's is an unapologetically selfish approach to the carpe diem as he takes Toby between the streets.

[monstrous]

Toby smiles despite himself. It's like a terrible punchline, when given the right sort of delivery anything can be funny. At least right now it is, because Toby is in that sort of mood and Dorian seems to be as well, so why not? Toby keeps up with Dorian as Dorian leads the way through the Earth Sector streets.

[depicted]

He points out the statues along the way. The styles he tends towards are as opposite as his desires: elegant, simple lines, masterworks of subtlety, then ornate and byzantine declarations of excess.

[monstrous]

Toby studies the statues as they pass along, never looking at any one too long before letting his attention drift to another. "Have you ever sculpted anything?"

[depicted]

"Not a thing. All art is useless, remember?" And Dorian is a work of art. So he shouldn't create things himself. It's another of Henry's insidious ideas.

(And yet he says those words to the man for whom he created his only painting. Funny, how that worked out.)

[monstrous]

"Says the former musician," Toby says with a teasing smile. There is fondness there, too. How can Toby not feel fondly when he's teasing Dorian? "I'll teach you how." Toby pauses, and then with a final teasing dig, "We'll just call it art for art's sake."

[depicted]

"I only performed other people's compositions," he corrects. But he smiles. "If you want to, yeah. I'd like that."

[monstrous]

"We can try sculpt-by-numbers if you prefer."

[depicted]

All Toby gets in reply is a scowl.

[monstrous]

And Dorian's reply is enough to make Toby laugh out loud. He loves his wet cat. "Or we can just see if they have their own version of Play-Doh here to start you off."

[depicted]

For lack of better self-defense, Dorian snaps, "They don't have Play-Doh, so you can't."

He has no idea if it's true. He's just irritated.

[monstrous]

It takes all Toby has not to laugh right there and then. "That's all right, I'm sure we can make our own. All you need is some flour and salt, bit of water and vegetable oil, and we're set. They've got all of those things, haven't they?"

[depicted]

"Sometimes," Dorian says, "I'm convinced you're a test from Heaven. To see how much I'll really put up with for a high."

It isn't a fraction of what Toby really means to him, but then, Toby is having fun at Dorian's expense. Dorian feels no obligation to be sincere or kind.

[monstrous]

Toby scoffs, "From Heaven? I can't tell if I should be flattered or insulted."

[depicted]

Dorian's chin lifts and a smile settles on his lips. "I like to leave things open for interpretation."

[monstrous]

"Aren't we feeling clever?" Toby gives Dorian a light sideways kick as he passes him. "All right then, Michelangelo, what wil be your first subject?"

[depicted]

Dorian easily side-steps the assault. "Isn't it your job as teacher to guide me?"