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Entry tags:
- kostos averesch,
- nell voss,
- teren von skraedder,
- { adalia },
- { araceli bonaventura },
- { bronach },
- { christine delacroix },
- { ellana ashara },
- { galadriel },
- { inessa serra },
- { jim kirk },
- { korrin ataash },
- { loghain mac tir },
- { maedhros },
- { myrobalan shivana },
- { nikos averesch },
- { prompto argentum },
- { rey },
- { samouel gareth },
- { simon ashlock },
- { skadi iceblade },
- { vandelin elris },
- { yngvi }
OPEN ↠ HARING EVENT
WHO: All
WHAT: WINTER IS HERE
WHEN: Haring 15-Wintermarch 1
WHERE: The Gallows, Kirkwall
NOTES: You can use this post as an event-style mingle log, or just use it as background information for your RP elsewhere!
WHAT: WINTER IS HERE
WHEN: Haring 15-Wintermarch 1
WHERE: The Gallows, Kirkwall
NOTES: You can use this post as an event-style mingle log, or just use it as background information for your RP elsewhere!
It's been a chilly month already, but in mid-Haring the temperature suddenly plummets. One day it's merely cold, and the next morning the Inquisition wakes to frost on the inside of the window panes and an icy draft whistling through every crack in the tower's masonry. Downstairs, the pipes that feed the bathing chambers and the kitchens creak in the walls, loud enough to be heard even out in the courtyard, where they run beneath the stones, and around midday, when the sun has failed to raise the temperature above freezing, a blocked pipe finally gives, cracking open to spill water across the central court and send it running down side passages. The whole area floods several inches deep and almost immediately begins to freeze, presenting at first a gigantic, treacherous slush puddle and, after a few hours, a sheet of sheer ice.
Melting a safe path from door to door and laying down sand or wood to keep it from becoming slick again is a simple enough undertaking, but before the entire courtyard can be thawed, someone appears with ice skates—and that’s a better idea, surely, for at least a few days. Anyone who complains about the frivolity can be assured it’s good exercise, not to mention good training for a force that may have to travel or fight on ice in the future.
Temperatures remain cold enough that even some parts of the harbor begin to freeze, first just at the calmest edges of the shoreline, and then the more protected nooks and crannies of the bay, inlets and the spaces between piers and beneath docks. It snows most days--not real storms, just a couple inches here and there--little enough for the window to blow most of it off the icy plain of the courtyard and other wide open, paved spaces, accumulating on branches and in alleyways, and creating growing drifts in corners and against walls.
After a week or so actual chunks of floating ice begin to fill the narrow channels of the harbor, threatening smaller and less-sturdy vessels, and the situation in the poorer parts of the city begins to grow dire. With the Viscount's blessing, Inquisition teams (particularly mages) are called in to help. Some are assigned to the docks, to clear ice that makes landing and unloading treacherous, others to help escort ships into harbor by melting a path ahead. Others are sent into Lowtown to clear ice and snow and to provide warmth and medical attention where needed. At least one mage is sent with each team, and while many neighborhoods are pleasantly surprised and grateful for the quick work fire glyphs make of cold hearths and frozen streets, a few are unable to overcome their distrust, and refuse the teams entry, determined to take care of their own without the help of dangerous outsiders.
In the last week of the year, a true blizzard strikes, snow falling steadily for more than a day, blanketing the city at least three feet deep. Digging out the Gallows will be a group effort, and most non-essential trips outside the base will be cancelled for a few days until travel is less difficult, while those who reside in the city or elsewhere may be encouraged to stay a night or two in the fortress so they might continue to work without traveling through the storm. But on the first day of Wintermarch the First Day feast goes on as planned, with modest but plentiful food and ale served in the Gallows' dining hall for anyone who wishes to celebrate the new year.
Simon Ashlock
Ice Skating -- Open
He whisks along the outside edge of the courtyard, wishing fervently that this could be a viable method of transportation throughout the whole city. Maybe if he were a mage.
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Birthday -- Open
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Vandelin Elris
The Gallows -- Open
He doesn't leave the building again.
It does not save him from the odd little plants that come bouncing out of an unattended storage closet, crawling their way up his robes with tiny little spines and inexplicable teeth, one biting onto his earlobe to hang there like a particularly festive earring and the rest burrowing into his hair. Yanking at them does no good, and even Vandelin has just enough self-preservation not to set his own hair on fire. He's going to need help.
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Gallows Kitchens -- Open
Teren von Skraedder
Teren isn't that bothered by the snow-- she's seen worse, coming from Skyhold, of course-- but the frozen courtyard takes her by surprise. It's early morning when she first takes a step onto it and the step continues much longer than usual, her long arms windmilling in an effort to keep her lanky frame upright. Fortunately, for someone her age Teren has impeccable balance, and after about fifteen seconds of frantic recovery she manages to stabilize with both boots on the ground and the rest of her above them. She's about three feet from where she began, and everything she was carrying is on the paving stones.
Any witnesses might think about finding a life insurance policy, at least if she sees them.
II. General Humbuggery (wildcard)
The cold is miserable for someone with no natural padding, and throughout the season Teren can be found wearing far more clothing than any normal person needs. She also, impossibly, has managed to become more sour than ever, which is only enhanced by
III. The Mistletoe,
a sprig of which found its way onto her belt when she was looking for a mop, and now it has spread up her side and over her shoulder like some kind of horrid over-the-clothes rash.
The first thing she does is look for Anders, but it's entirely possible others are encountered before the ordeal ends.
I
"Stay there," he says (what a stupid thing to say, where else is she going to go except on her ass), already approaching the belongings that she left behind on the paved stones. He crouches to gather them up so that they are, at least, not strewn about in a mess, sets them neatly off to the side, then straightens up to assess the rest of the situation in a frank glance.
"All right," he decides, scrutinizes the ice, and steps out carefully onto a rough patch. "Once I'm close enough, grab my hand."
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III
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Galadriel
Time for the worlds most awkward conversation with Mom
"Lady. I hope I do not intrude." There had been many intrusions today, so he would avoid one more if he could. "I...thought we should talk about... recent happenings." He shuffled his feet a little, waiting for her reply.
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he is the worst nephew-cousin-distantly-related-thing
He is solidly in the top 10.
excellent~
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Skadi Iceblade
Ice Skating - Open
She'll snag those skates and promptly don them, laughing as she glides around the courtyard with masterful control. A couple of times she pretends to lack said control while heading towards someone, only to grin and change course before disaster could strike. When not amusing herself in such a fashion, she'll head towards those who seem interested in skating but lack experience and offer a steadying hand.
"Go ahead, steady yourself. I'm not letting go. Stick with me and I'll make sure you never fall again, what do you say?"
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Mistletoe - Open
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Korrin Ataash
Docks
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Blizzard (Gallows)
Christine Delacroix
Christine hadn't wanted to make a fool of herself trying to ice skate around the courtyard, but after the fifth or sixth near fall while trying to just walk across it, she gave in and accepted a pair of skates. And now she's doing surprisingly okay for someone inexperienced at this. She has a good method going where she tilts her feet inwards and that keeps her from losing her balance. She can be found skating around the infirmary, but at some point she's in the middle of the courtyard, cheeks rosy and arms held out for balance.
{ mistletoe }
Word spreads fast in the Gallows, and Christine soon learns about the demon plant (or so some are calling it) that's taken to attacking people. Is she coming upon your character in peril? Or is she the one in need of rescue?
Ice Skating
now with added ponce for cute times!
<3
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mistletoe!!!
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Ellana Ashara
Ellana definitely isn't going to throw away the opportunity to skate around the Gallows without a care in the world. She has a confidence about her that makes it seem like she knows what she's doing, but the truth is that she really doesn't care if she falls. Every so often she overbalances and down she goes on a knee or her rear, letting out a brief sound of pain before laughing it off and pushing back up to her feet. She's perfected the technique of skating fast and running into her destination to stop herself. Unfortunately, someone may unexpectedly skate into her path, and then she's running into them instead.
{ mistletoe }
Ellana will help out anyone she finds being attacked, though she will need to be told what to do to finally get the mistletoe off a person. Or your character can come upon her under attack and desperately trying to pull the biting, smacking springs off of her.
Collision time?
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The most broody elf on a shelf you ever saw....
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mistletoe
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Minka
Minka hates this. She really hates this. She would rather be under her covers waiting out the cold, but she has messages to deliver amongst the Inquisition, so she's tied on a pair of skates and is yelling in alarm, arms windmilling as she tries to regain some sort of control. It really isn't working. When she's not falling straight on her ass, she's cursing up a storm or running into other people. There might be a muttered apology if she thinks to do it, but for the most part she is a very unhappy dwarf.
{ mistletoe }
Fun fact: Minka has never kissed anyone, so this? Is a nightmare. Have fun convincing her this isn't all a ploy to lay one on her.
Ice Skating
"Hold onto me! I won't let you fall!"
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ice skating
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Kit Gandir
...well, someone's got to do it. 'Ask one of the dwarves,' someone must have said. Eventually, another someone put Kit's name out there as a prospective plumber.
No, he doesn't get it either.
Nevertheless here he stands in one of the damp corridors, squinting up at the state of the pipe with a torch in one hand. "Well," he says after staring at the state of it for long enough, "shit. ...hand me my axe, will you?"
ii. in Darktown (Yngvi + open to 1 other person, not a bunch of tags pls)
Most folks won't venture down here at all if they can help it--even if the Inquisition's goal right now ought to be distributing aid to the needy. Hard to find a place in Kirkwall less full up with need than Darktown.
He's built up a small bonfire around which several forlorn sorts are huddled together in bleak, dirty clusters, and is now distributing blankets and some dried meat and fruit from a cart. (In the dark, the bruises on his face from his recent tussle with the Coterie aren't quite so noticeable anymore.)
iii. snowed in (closed to the Medicine Seller)
It's an especially cold and windy night when they finally get back to Kit's hovel in Darktown after spending the evening out in the city; doubtless Kit spent most of the hours on his feet continuing the work of bringing some aid down to the folks who need it, but there was also some work to be done at the docks, hacking away at ice to prevent it from irreparably damaging some of the moored ships. Suffice it to say that by the time he meets up with the Medicine Seller, it's late enough that neither of them can be particularly bothered to head back to the Gallows. The hovel has a wood stove in it; it'll do for the night.
In theory.
In the early morning hours when Kit wakes up, however, he can tell that something is... off... just by the way the air looks and feels. Cold, but close, too, like the wind can't quite get through to bring what passes for fresh air in through the windows. He clambers down the rickety ladder to the first floor of his hovel (endeavouring not to wake the Medicine Seller from where he's crashed on the bottom floor), but when he opens one of the windows to take a look outside, a bunch of snow falls in instead.
"--shit."
Damn pipes
And this is how he met Kit. Quite the introduction.
"Yeah, sure," he says, stepping closer and holding up said axe. "Do you need me to hold the torch, or... you know, make a better light?"
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ii; the cosiest darktown
pipes
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Samouel Gareth
Ice and Snow in Lowtown -- Open
The other point of going around doing this, was to double check that all the buildings were being properly heated, and those unable to make it to the infirmary were getting treatment. So far it had been 50/50 on the reception they received at the door, some were more then glad to invite them in and others... well weren't so kind.
They'll just have to see what kind they got as they knocked on this door, right?
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Blizzard -- Closed to Cyril and/or Kirk
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Mistletoe -- Open
Kain Ventfort | Open
After there’s a substantial amount of snow… and on a day that he has free time… Kain busies himself with a little project outside. He works intently on it throughout the day, barely taking a break. After a while, the shape of what he’s creating starts to take form…
It’s a dragon, of course. An impressively detailed, and decently sized one at that. Frowning a little as he looks it over, Kain goes to work on improving the design of its scales. They have to look just right, after all.
Ice Skating
Although he’s reluctant at first to bother, Kain eventually gets talked into ice skating. Once he has the skates on, there’s no stopping him. He’s surprisingly well balanced and elegant on the ice, gaining speed as he circles around the area. He even makes a couple of decent jumps while he’s moving along out there, incorporating some moves from his typical battle training routines.
Snowed In
Being trapped is the worst thing to Kain, who can’t stand feeling confined for any reason. So when the snow really starts to fall, he paces restlessly around the Gallows, staring out the nearest window with a scowl. He has all the mannerisms of a caged animal as he looks forlornly outside.
“I’d hoped to leave already for the mountains again by now…”
Sigh. Someone needs to coax him to a warm spot by the fire, already.
Snowballs
Well, of course Kain is aiming to get into a snowball fight. What use is snow otherwise? He’s strategic about it, perched up on a tree branch and waiting for an unsuspecting victim to come by. Something about the snow just brings out this side of him, he can’t help it.
The moment he spots a worthy target, he unleashes the snowball at them. "Take that as a challenge," he says as he smirks down at them.
Snowed In
His scowling is met with a sympathetic glance from Korrin, who likewise looks unimpressed by all this. She likewise paces, on edge for a different reason. She glances skyward and shakes her head.
"Maybe your griffon can see in that, but I doubt it. Otherwise, I'd ask you to drop me off at the docks on the way over. Fucking hell...."
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Snow Dragon
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Ice Skating
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Fenris | Open
No. No, no, no, Fenris is determined not to take part in this frivolity at all. He stands near where others are skating and watches for a bit. He’s going to take off and find something better to do with his time, when suddenly someone is shoving a pair of skates in his hands.
“I don’t want to…”
He stares uneasily at the bladed skates. It’s just a very weird thought for someone who’s barely accustomed to wearing much in the way of footwear.
“How are you even supposed to stay balanced on these things?”
Mistletoe
It creeps in without any warning. Fenris is minding his own business, going about his day, when very suddenly it strikes him. Whatever it is, it’s upon him before he can do much about it. The creeping plant bites down, determined not to let go anytime soon. With an exasperated sound, Fenris starts fighting it more forcefully, which is probably an absurd sight to come across. But so far, no luck… it looks like the plant is winning.
Clearing the Docks
When he’s assigned to help clearing things out, Fenris obliges willingly enough. He needs something to do right now. The weather has been terrible, meaning there’s little ability to travel much, and he’s restless.
So he joins in the effort. While he doesn’t exactly enjoy teaming up with mages for this, it’s got to get done. So he focuses on hauling away snow and ice, occasionally having to give a heavy downstrike with his sword to break up the especially stubborn chunks of ice.
Feast
"To another year. May it prove less eventful than the last." Fenris raises his wine glass to toast it with whoever’s seated nearby. Look, you can have your cozy and enthusiastic wishes all you want, but this elf just wants less magisters and demons in his life. It’s surely not that much to ask for, is it?
He may have already downed quite a bit to drink already, so tonight may also find him in a somewhat lighter mood than usual. Somewhat. There are limits, after all.
Feast
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Clearing the Docks
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ice skating
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mistletoe -- because i've been stalling long enough their first meeting needs to be awk as possible
yes, perfect!! awkwardness is always the best option
isn't it??
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Kirk
Skating
So when the opportunity presented itself, he slapped on a pair and made his way out onto the ice. Which was.. an adventure. He didn't quite fall on his ass, but he definitely looked unsteady his first time out, slowly squeaking his way along as he figured out the rhythm of it - something like a baby penguin.
Help? Or laugh, both are acceptable responses.
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Loghain
The frigid temperatures that have swept across the region make Sundermount a particularly inhospitable place to be at present--for Sooty, at the very least, if not for Loghain. He trusts that the progress he's made with Primrose is sufficient for her to accompany him back to the Gallows for a time, and so having made his way back into the city, he's presently in the Inquisition stables getting Sooty installed in her preferred paddock. Intrigued by all the new scents and sounds to explore, Primrose is nosing around nearby, but otherwise behaving herself
ii. clearing the harbour (open)
Evidently someone somewhere remembered Loghain's command experience; the end result is that he's down by the docks for several days doing his best to coordinate both the land and sea effort to break up the ice in the harbour so that ships can dock. It's an unexpectedly complicated process that involves a fair amount of cooperation with the city guard and dock workers.
An often thankless task; there's no one better suited to dealing with it.
Nearby, a small shelter has been raised that includes a contained fire for heat and a near constantly going kettle for tea. When not prowling the docks (and occasionally boarding ships), Loghain can be found there, resting his aching bones over a bowl of soup or a cup of tea.
harbour;
Today she's later than usual, but she veered off to home before docks for a reason after all, so she sets down a bag with a muffled thump on the deck, shrugging off one of the animal pelts from her bed to pass to the nearest deckhand hunched over miserably.
"What's the damage today?" She asks of him as she retrieves papers out of her bags with a series of notes trying to keep track of it all as best she can in the thick of it. Later she'll tidy it up. Later.
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Prompto Argentum
Prompto was born in a city in the desert. Snow was only introduced to him rather recently, and, well... it's not the happiest memory. So he's not exactly thrilled when he sees the first snowflakes fall. He tries to hide his dismay behind his usual smile, but it's difficult.
Being snowed in and having to shovel out doesn't exactly help.
So he won't quite be his... usual rosy self when he helps with the shoveling efforts. Sure, he's still friendly and smiles, but it's not all quite there in his eyes. Perhaps a bit less talkative, too, if you know him well enough to notice. Nonetheless, bundled up and a shovel in hand, he'll be in the Gallows and out in the city, helping shovel where it's needed.
II. Mistletoe Shenanigans
...well then. That sure is a mistletoe with little teeth chasing after him.
Unlike most of the people in the Inquisition, Prompto actually knows what the heck that little thing is. Of course, it doesn't explain how it's animated and can follow him around, but at least he has a name for it. "I didn't think mistletoe existed here. So either you came out of a rift," he says as he kicks the thing away from him when it goes to bite him. "or a mage was feeling kind of evil." Points for the creativity, but man if that's the case, the culprit is an asshole.
Prompto groans when the dratted plant hones in on him and continues to pursue him. "Aw come on!"
III. Feasting
Food! Drinks! Not being out in the snow! Prompto's a pretty happy dude at the moment, seated at one of the large dining tables with a heap of food and some hot cider to wash it all down. It's hard to believe it's a new year, and with it he fast approaches his one year mark. That's - no, he can worry about his feelings on that in a few months.
For now, he makes himself stay in the moment, chowing down on food and striking up small talk with anyone he recognizes. As the the night wears on, he trades the cider for some ale. The stuff is... still not his favorite, but he's warmed up to it enough to partake in a mug. Or two. Or three. Then whoops, he's kind of drunk. But hey, it's New Year's!
"Heeeeeeeey!" he calls out with that happy, sloppy smile of someone on the fast track to inebriation and the promise of a future hangover. "Happy New Year!"
IV. Wildcard
Hit me with your own prompt!
ii
She's about to call out to him when she notices the plant and hears his curses, blinking curiously.
"... Prompto?" Um. What?
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Gareth | OTA
There is one good thing about having lived most of his life in the Gallows: Gareth is accustomed to the winters here. He knows what areas are the warmest, where the wind is really bad, the shortest routes to get from place to place. This freeze is exceptionally cold, however, and Gareth has to acquiesce to at least getting warmer clothes. There are two positives to be found: while the winter gear he bought is second-hand, it’s all still newer and in better shape than his usual. Second, no one looks twice at his entire body being bundled up.
Now better prepared, Gareth is quick to join in on the fun. He’s never ice skated before, but it doesn’t stop him from strapping the skates on his feet and giving it a go. He falls a few times, but he gets up, laughing as he wobbles about like a newly born foal. When he isn’t attempting to skate around, he tries other activities—like building a snow fort (or more like a snow wall), and peeking out of it, pelts whoever is unfortunate to pass by with snowballs. He’s usually kind enough to offer his magic for warming them back up, though.
Lending a hand
As someone with a particular skill in fire magic, and someone who has stated interest in the use of magic for aiding others, it only makes sense that he answers Kirkwall’s request for aid. There’s a thrill in walking on the frozen harbor, a ship trailing after him like a lost duckling as he aids in breaking up the ice. Where would these people be, if all the mages were still corralled back in the Gallows? Fucking cold, is what.
And fucking cold seems to be the preference for some of the Darktown residents. A simple offer of aid gets him a door slammed in his face more than once, and he leaves the ramshackle house with a dark look on his face, grumbling about how they won’t come crying to him if they die of the cold. Because they’ll be dead.
But more people accept his help, and he’s rather surprised to find he likes it. His magic has rarely been used in the past to help others—aside from killing threats—and it's nice, to see that even primal magic can be utilized for aid. Take that, creation nerds.
Mistletoe
His hair. Why, of all places, his hair. Surely the evil little plants could have attached themselves to some other part of them—then again, most of the rest of him is covered by several layers of clothing. Still. He might have been willing to use flame or lightening for a few brief moments on his skin, but his hair?
And so, taking a seat on a nearby bench, he begins attempting to navigate the thick, chaotic mess of curls that the mistletoe have embedded in. Every once in a while, he gets close enough to get nipped, and pulls his hand away with a sharp yelp. Maybe setting his hair on fire wouldn’t be that bad?
Brónach | gallows ota;
At least there'd been time to get some hunting in before it all began and she found herself trapped - what would some of the holds say, permanently bound by snow, by ice, by the carrying on - for the most part. Ferrying around cuts of meat to pack in the snow since better that than to waste the precious little fuel to smoke and salt it now unless someone else wanted to trade for it; good cuts, butchered expertly, or the pelts she's working away at in the first place she comes across that has the space for it.
But it's the bones she lays out. Or the antlers. Do you want those? Look she's not dealing with the forge quite yet but she's fine to carve and take orders as soon as this lets up, you know you want a bone bow or even a horn one as soon as she gets to where you people stashed all the rams.
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Yngvi | gallows ota;
Besides he has twenty nugs to ease across the ice back to the Gallows proper, slip-sliding all over after Foie Gras who will indeed take your fingers if you go near that beak so please don't.
It's miserable. Distressingly miserable and it's why he's poking through rooms in two coats, either a bear or wolf slanket draped over him with his face peering out from under an animal's face, trying to find grease or salve or oil. No, excuse you he has every right in the world to be in this room, office, storage space, whatever you're calling what the door he opened leads to he has things to do and what are you hiding in there search him for the permit his fingers fell off this is a gross violation he will have the authorities at your door when they've rolled themselves here.
(Bet you didn't miss the Skyhold tent inspections did you, well now it's worse, you've got doors for him to fiddle with.)
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When she walks into the latest room that's typical occupant has vacated and spots Yngvi, she isn't even that surprised. She's not going to shoo him out or call anyone on him. It's a space used as an office, it's not really private. Even if it were somewhere private, she'd probably just help him.
"What are you looking for?"
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Kaisa Daesun
Coming back to Kirkwall being covered in snow after having been in the desert for a few months is not the welcome Kaisa had expected to get, but she adapts. She's Ferelden after all, and she's got plenty of warm clothing to wear. Not that she actually wears them, because she has come back with an amazing tan and arms that could benchpress a druffalo, and she didn't do all that druffalo benchpressing to cover them up.
However, if she has to suffer, she's going to make everyone suffer with her. Anyone that she knows might find themselves, upon wandering outside, getting a snowball in the face, or if they're around her size, getting tackled into a nearby snowdrift.
She also tries her hand--or feet--at ice skating, and it turns out that she's a lot better than anyone would expect. All that training with roller skates have proved fruitful for transferring to ice, and she takes great delight in literally skating circles around anyone who's struggling--though if they look like they're about to slip, she'll be quick to grab them.
2.) Darktown
Not everyone likes mages, but those people deserve to not die of the cold just like the others. So Kaisa spends time in Darktown, helping break ice and remove snow for whoever wants her help. It's always nice to be able help out those who need it--and it's nice when they give her food as repayment. She tries to demur, but they have pride that they won't let her tarnish, and Kaisa finds herself frequently snacking on various treats as she hauls ice.
3.) Mistletoe
Kaisa may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but she is well acquainted with kissing, and it doesn't take long for her to figure out, through a mix of unfortunate mistletoe attacks and trying to ply people for kisses to get better, how to get rid of them. She'll lend a hand--or lips--to anyone suffering from the vicious mistletoe, with their permission. And once she finds herself with one of them attached to her hand, she sighs, and begins walking through the halls of the Gallows, looking for an appropriately cute person that she knows well enough to actually believe that she is not just trying to scam kisses out of people.
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In fact, it's increasingly tempting to head for the alchemy rooms and down a tonic before putting it to the torch. When Kaisa's heard approaching, Skadi looks over grimly. "I need to set this on fire before it drives me mad. Want to help?"
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Elros
It's been a while since he's seen proper snowfall that can be appreciated for it's beauty than for how it hides the Enemy's forces. Elros is cheerfully rugged up against the cold, tossing a snowball thoughtfully in his hand.
Surely, he isn't going to throw that.
Is he?
(He knows how to build a mean snow fort, if anyone asks.)
Ice Skating
This, however, he's never tried. But never let it be said that Elros was adverse to trying new things. Even if sends him sprawling across the ice in a heap. He laughs though, seeming not to be terribly embarassed by his obvious clumsiness, and scrambles up to try again. Give a man a hand?
Helping out
When he's not playing, however, he's most often here. Helping dig out the doorways and clear the street of slush. He sings as he works, often, cheerful sea shanties, mostly, stopping to play with the children brave enough to approach him. He'll fetch and carry for anyone who seems to be struggling, chop wood for those unable to do so. It's a little different to building a city, but he doesn't mind the chores - they keep him warm, in all senses of the word.
First Day
He's quiet, on First Day - he watches, and he eats, and drinks and smiles, but he's quieter than his wont. It's First Day here, but it's Yule, back home, and for the first time in his life, Elrond is not here with him.
Mistletoe
He's seen mistletoe before - but not mistletoe that actively harrasses you He yelps and tries to swat it out of the way, backing up.
Oops.
Wasn't watching where he was going there...
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Elros backs into her and Adalia yelps, making to jump out of his way, but the mistletoe sprig notices her first and shrieks, a noise which surprises her into stillness just long enough for the plant to affix itself to her, too. For a long moment, Adalia blinks at it, then at Elros, looking both betrayed and incredibly confused.
"What the fuck," she says, succinctly.
yessssssssss
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Ice Skating
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Re: \o/
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snowball's chance in hell
yesssssssssss
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Mistletoe <3?
=3
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Nell
Mistletoe for Nikos
"Maker, again?" she asks, approaching quickly, a neat skip-step taking her safely over a reaching tendril. "Is this your new wordless pick-up line? Is that why you're not just burning it off?"
She's shaking her head, teasing amusement writ clearly across her face, and giving him no time to speak and correct her mistake before she's slinging an arm around his waist, hooking a foot behind his, and tugging down to dip him deeply backwards and execute a textbook-storybook kiss. Or tries, at least--there are of course a few differences she hasn't known to account for.
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Herian
A CORGI ON A QUEST
that is, until they encounter some stairs, leading away from the courtyard and the snow.
"Franklin, come along." Herian is walking in the opposite direction of the stairs, mind, but it seems the pup is determined to try and climb them. Her sigh is a heavy one. "Why are you so insistent? There's nothing for you there, come on."
And why has she been reduced to speaking to do dog?
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HELPING & CLEARING - Alienage or Darktown
Darktown
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alienage;
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WREN - cw. depression is a problem
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SAOIRSE
OR WILDCARD?
Maedhros Fëanorian
He is simply and absurdly too tall for this endeavor! Though his voyage through the Rift has shaven
feetinches off of his height, Maedhros still feels unwieldy on the skates. He is determined, regardless (Eru knows why), and he slips out onto the ice with something like grace.The cold air blowing through his copper hair is exhilarating. He has learned many lessons on Arda - lessons that were once engraved into his body - but a part of him continues to seek thrills. With his arms stretched out at his sides - like a bird's wings - he makes a lap or two on the ice before he teaches himself how to skid to a halt. Ice flies into the air, intermingling with the snowflakes, and he chuckles, allowing himself a moment - just a moment - of light-hearted joy.
Lowtown
Maedhros accompanies one of the teams sent to bring warmth, healing and nourishment, dressed in a long dark cloak. Like a phantom or a wraith, he moves from house to house, doing the tasks that do not require magic or intense medical expertise. All is well until their way is barred thanks to superstition.
Usually he would turn the other cheek and let them live how they chose, however because he spied the presence of children within, he cannot stay quiet.
"Do not let your ignorance rob your children of their lives!"
Mistletoe
The first urgings of the mistletoe are ignored. Maedhros has no business peppering strangers with kisses. He will undoubtedly send people into a panic and earn himself some sort of jail sentence for being a public menace. Yet the plants do not relent. The urge seems to become stronger and stronger as the moment's pass and, really, are kisses so bad?
Aren't they generally considered pleasant? Even so, he covers his ears and grits his teeth, attempting to move around them...or away from them. They are quite intent on that not happening.
Ice skating~
He grins and straps on a pair of skates to join Maedhros. "Nelyo! Don't go too far!" He glides out with a bit more grace, and reaches to snag his brother's sleeve.
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FIRST SNOW | OTA
"...This is snow, isn't it?" Even for a rhetorical question it's daft as hell, but from the mix of wonder and apprehension in his tone he's not thinking about that--or who might overhear it.
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GRIFFON(S)!!! | OTA
CATHARSIS(?)
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