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

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

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.

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Not for the first time, he has to wonder why trends like this come about - and how many loops and hoops they have to undergo in order to be truly evident in multiple worlds. He has his suspicions as to who crafted the statue, and he's pretty sure he's right. So where's a fantasy world get off, having the exact same trends as a reasonably modern one?

Well, hell. It is another universe.

"Very singular," he says, a bit airier than is typical for him. "It really makes a statement."

Memes aren't to be questioned, Tim. They're to be enjoyed. And Chara is fully prepared to enjoy this to the utmost, especially when presented with clear proof that memes are not just a mechanic of humanity- elves like memes, too.

Who knew?

"Truly. And now it is your turn to make a statement, mister Wright. It is time to conduct your first dab." He has their full attention. The only pity is they don't have a camera. "I believe in you."

He is not the guy you look to for perfect comedic timing, he’s sure. He’s something of the deadpan commentor on the proceedings as opposed to someone who participates in wacky shenanigans. Why he is indulging this at all, when he’s certain that he’s going to be looking ridiculous and stupid while doing it, is something of a mystery.

Except he thinks it might make them laugh.

So was there any doubt, that he’d try?

Timothy Wright commits to it: to a spectacular if elementary dab, head tucked in the crook of his elbow.

There's some room for improvement, but that hardly stops Chara from indulging him with a round of applause, loudly whooping to ensure anyone remotely close enough to see this does. You're welcome, Tim- they're always looking out for you.

"By golly! Good show, old chum!"

[Muffet pauses, stops, and slowly just reaches up to cover her eyes with one hand. ...And then adds two more hands, because nobody can facepalm like a spider monster can facepalm.]

[Why. Why is this.]

[...I mean, she's also trying very hard not to laugh, but still.]

Somewhere in the not-so-distance, a kid goes running across the clearing, snow splattered across their face and a snowball clutched in their hand. They skid to a stop at the applause, turning and blinking at Tim.

Then they drop the snowball and shove both index fingers into their mouth, letting out a long, loud whistle.

fffwwwwEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Thumbs-up. Then Frisk picks their snowball back up and runs off again.

[ Off in the mid-distance, there comes some applause and a whoop from Kyouko! who has absolutely no clue what's going on here but people are whooping so she just sort of assumes she should join in? ]

Well, look at that. Ren hears all the hullabaloo and while she doesn't say a gosh darn thing, she does draw a beautiful gold star for Tim on the temple walls. And how will he know it's for him? Probably the brown "hair" at the top point, lil eyes in the center and the star sideburns going down the middle of it. It's fine. Good job, peanut. A+.

Chip turns to look at the commotion, and can't help a grin when they see dear old Tim doing...well, it's not a BAD dab, but there's style missing, they have to admit.

Still, they cheer and punch up a fist of approval--you did it, man!

It’s freezing, Guzma hates his life, but right here and now the party is lit. All these filthy memers getting down warms his icy, blackened heart like nothing else. He sees the child, hollering and drawing attention to the much older and larger person and, honestly? God bless, you dirty little gremlin. You’re doing a hero’s work, truly.

Cupping his hands around his mouth, Guzma whoops like a car siren, throwing his arm in the air and making quite a few rapid hand motions. Gotta make his flailing teammates back in Alola proud.

“YOOOOOOOOO! HOLLA AT’CHA BOY!!”

From a little ways away there's a very exasperated "OH MY FUCKING GOD."

Look at that; they’ve managed to attract a crowd. Tim straightens with a politely neutral expression until it splinters, almost st once, to accommodate an undeniably amused snort. Does he look stupid as all hell? Probably. The can’t reaction seems to be equal parts exasperation and ironic fondness.

But Chara seems to be enjoying themself. So it’s worth it.

He even grins a hair when he says it - “Love you too, kid.”

Not precisely an answer they were anticipating, Tim.

And it's obvious to see, as well. They don't cover up their surprise fast enough- a widening of their eyes and an almost stricken expression before Chara turns away entirely to compose themself, because he's teasing.

It's just teasing. A good-natured guffaw. They are reading into this too much.

He doesn't mean anything by it.

"...It was passable. Try not to let it go to your head, hm?"

Undoubtedly an overstep. A misjudge. A misdirection. There's no mistaking it when it flares up across their features - shock, dismay, utter horror over words that...god, how long has it been, since they've heard that?

Pressing the issue is never a good idea, particularly with so many eyes on them. How the hell are you supposed to communicate sincerity between all that?

He's not as good at joking asides as others might be. Can't play it off like it's no big deal, because it's not worth merely casting aside - no matter how much they might think it is.

"Well, y'know. I think my ego got all the boosting it's liable to get for at least another year."

"I'll forewarn everyone the island is due to sink then. Too much ego for such little space."

Like hell they'll be pursuing it themself. Pushing their voice to remain at a more normal tone, a struggle made easier by simply looking at the gaggle of people who have joined in this dabbing adventure. They've been here for far too long, haven't they?

"...I should return to my preparations."

Too many people, right? Too many people, and he launched a bit of a bombshell just now. Is it any wonder they'd rather see themself out now, before things escalate any further? He's not the escalating type, typically - but it's not likely that they'd be willing to risk it.

Either way, if lines were crossed, he owes them space to deal with it. He shrugs.

"Well, y'know where everyone else'll be."

"Of course." This is, of course, the part where they bow out and disappear for an undisclosed amount of time. Do what they need to process and reason, deflect the unintended meaning and mentally break it down until the result is something so beyond the initial words said, it's impossible to reflect upon it again.

But

"I'll see you this evening." They give him a timeframe, at least. A measure of acknowledgement before stepping away that they're not done with him entirely, not running away from everything he is. There's never-

They can't remember the last time they did this, for anyone.

But he's earned this much.

Is it really a shock, that they feel the need to withdraw? He probably crossed a line of some kind, and he didn't do it in a moment of emotionally-charged honesty, like a conversation in someone else's cottage, watching the rain pour down as a bottle of medication is set down onto the ground between them. Was that better, or worse - to let that breach the space between them in a moment of idle mischief, instead?

Maybe it was.

"Sure thing, buddy," he says.

Like it's no big deal.

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

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Sometime before her finding Sad Gabe In Snow, I guess

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