I get a little warm in my heart [mingle log]

[hellawrath]

Who: anyone looking for some wintery fun!
What: admiring mysterious icy artwork, warming up by campfires, making a fool of yourself while ice skating, snowball fights?? it's a snow party!
When: Jan 14 and on
Where: Enso, in and around the temple ruins
Warnings: snow-based violence

When you've had to deal with a literal apocalypse every single year for a hundred years, a little battle for the sun isn't really gonna grind your gears that much. Sure, the elf twins are still nobly doing their part every day. Lup is keeping several small campfires going inside the temple ruins, as well as periodically blasting two large stone slabs in the main chamber with a Fireball - those babies radiate heat for hours afterwards. And Taako is graciously handing out truly delicious soup from a huge bowl to anyone who asks nicely. Island Walmart is still a thing too, the large scrawled sign declaring this month's name to be The Hot Spot. Looks like it was Lup's turn on the naming.

But they're also just kinda bored of the whole thing? Like, everyone's so focused on preparing, on gathering and planning and training. There's a place for that, and Lup is pretty psyched for the actual fighting, but this pall of doom and purpose that's fallen over the islands as heavily as the snow? Neither of them is here for that.

So anyone who makes their way up to the temple will not only find the usual warm respite from the freezing temperatures, but also - a ten foot tall ice sculpture of a majestic as fuck unicorn rearing on its hind legs. And a smaller one of a figure with long ears hiding its face in the crook of its elbow, arms pointing upwards do we have a single modern day character who knows what dabbing is. Off to the side in a clearing, there's a twenty foot circle of clear ice that's just begging to be skated on. Just don't admire the artwork for too long, or you're gonna get noscoped with a snowball by a pair of horrible winter goblins.

Comments

Erika | OTA

[bitch4bitch]

Not gonna lie, Erika is... very, very impressed by all this. She's not bothering to hide it, either, looking over the sculptures and weirdly perfect ice rink with open fascination.

Basically, this is one of the coolest (ha ha) things she's seen in a while, and that's even without taking into consideration that one of the sculptures is dabbing.

Of course, with everything being so well put-together, it would be a shame not to have fun with the whole setup - which is why it doesn't take her long, once she's done admiring the sculptures for the moment, to scoop up a snowball and lob it at whoever's in range.

[walkietalkie]

The snowball just happens to hit Clementine square in the back of the head. Maybe Erika wasn't even aiming at her - but if not, it sailed right past the intended target and beaned Clem with impressive precision. Either way, a hand flies up to the back of her head. "Hey -!"

But the objection dies on her lips when she recognizes the woman who threw it. Her scowl dissolves into a vague pleased sort of surprise. "It's you." They haven't talked since they met on the shore. Clem had almost forgotten about her, in all of the doomsday-prepper craziness lately.

[bitch4bitch]

Frankly, the fact that there was someone she knew in range was just a nice surprise. She grins, shaking melting snow from her hand.

"Sure is! Good to see you're still in one piece." She means it, too, since, uuuh. In her admittedly-brief time here she's gotten the impression there sure is some kinda bullshit going on, fae-related or not.

[walkietalkie]

Yeah, 'some kinda bullshit' about covers it. It didn't at first, but since then Clem's been informed that the sun dying isn't a permanent thing, so the overall threat has been downgraded to 'some kinda bullshit' levels. Somewhere between a wildfire and a walker herd in all directions.

"I'm pretty hard to kill," is her response, accompanied by a half-shrug. Not that anything has really tried yet but. Whatever.

[bitch4bitch]

That gets a short burst of laughter, genuinely pleased rather than mean-spirited. "Good to hear. Means you should be able to make it through this shit, huh?"

[walkietalkie]

"It's not so bad, so far," she says, dropping casually to her knees to start dragging handfuls of snow together into a pile. "No bandits, no walkers, no YaoCorp..." Sure, they have a big impending battle of some kind to protect the actual literal sun, but it's hard for Clem to picture that being any worse than some of the shit Yao flung them into. Like that stupid maze, when Warren caved her skull in in front of Wade and Jesse. That wasn't so great.

It's worth noting that the pile of snow she's gathered is currently being transformed into a pyramid of snowballs. 'Ammo', one might say.

[bitch4bitch]

"Yeah, uh. None of those things." She'll take Clem's word for it, whatever a walker is. She's guessing it's not the things old people use to get around, though she hasn't seen any of those, so if it was she'd still be right about them not being here. "And no... man, I dunno. Taxes."

Oh she absolutely sees what's going on over there. Erika raises her eyebrows and, also totally casually, crouches down to scoop together some snow and start packing it in her hands.