∞ 72: Observing the white season [written/action]

[chikaidestroyer]

[written]

I don't suppose anyone has measured just how deep the snow is now? There haven't been long enough breaks in the weather to allow the snow to melt significantly.

It had been an early worry this season that some residents may be snowed in with the very cold weather we've had. Hopefully everyone is being careful about keeping an eye out for New Feathers and returning abductees.

[action]

[Albert has been spending less time in the house lately, for a variety of reasons -- exploring the new community building next to the house, taking care of his horse with the snowing continuing to pile up, and other things exposing him to the elements.

Today, Albert is in the bar, tucked in one of the booths with his journal and some wine. Perhaps he's hoping to get another Kanakan bottle from the bartender. Or he just needs the din of noise to help him think. Or perhaps he's waiting for something to happen.

Later, he'll arrive back at his house in the dark, in the early evening.]

Comments

written

[herotypical]

[One of those rare written responses from the Slayer. Usually, she neglects to reply by writing. Usually, she's a lot happier to just blurt out her answers whether the original message was written, spoken, whatever. But this time? Oh, she's mixing it up a bit. What else is a bed-confined girl to do?]

Snowed in? That happens?

[The words do come slowly. After all, her right side is the injured one.]

[written]

[chikaidestroyer]

[So rare in fact are the Slayer's written responses that Albert may not know it's in fact her responding. That is, if she isn't projecting her image through the journal, too.]

It has not happened yet, no. But we should always be wary when the Malnosso can change the weather on a whim.

[written]

[herotypical]

[Oh, there's definite projection going on. The journal, propped on her knees in a way Doctor McCoy would doubtless tell her was not conducive to healing, is facing her--looking composed but tinged with a bit of exhaustion.]

What if it happens? Is it enough of a worry to need a contingency plan?

[She's...unsurprisingly less wordy and run-off-at-the-mouth when she writes. Saves effort.]

[nicht-ein-traum.livejournal.com]

Considering the amount of snowmen and snow fortresses that people seem to be building, I'd say there's been quite a lot of snow lately.

[chikaidestroyer]

That is quite obvious. I was hoping for more specific measurements -- though that may vary throughout the area.

[nicht-ein-traum.livejournal.com]

I wasn't being completely serious.

Last I checked we had around three, maybe four at most, inches here. At the very least, it's not something to worry about. I'm not sure about the other areas though, considering what they've been building.

[written]

[spiritarrows.livejournal.com]

Will clearing the snow away from the paths and roads everyday help? Especially after it snows?

[written]

[chikaidestroyer]

It helps, yes. Some residents clear the paths around their houses, but the main roads would be the priorities after heavy snow.

[written]

[spiritarrows.livejournal.com]

I can do those around Community Building #3.

[voice]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[This would be written... if it were an intentional response. Caesar's thinking out loud. Because he's obnoxious like that.]

Bored? Or something else...?

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

[That will get a raised brow from Albert. And he'll reply in voice, since that would be the best way to get Caesar's attention.]

Should I be immune to boredom?

[voice]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Huh? [Oops. Good thing that was all he said, or this could have been a bit awkward.] No, no, I'm sure that you and boredom have a direct correlation. But something seems off today.

[tintobrat.livejournal.com]

[Today Lilly had planned to to to the bar because of that visit with Guy and everything, but rather than ice cream or iced tea, she sees something she would enjoy more. She seats herself across from Albert and slams her fist on the table.]

I don't like you.

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert might have blinked at the sight of Lilly approaching, but he doesn't startle or react strongly to the young woman sitting across from him.]

You've made that quite obvious, Miss Pendragon. [He takes a sip of his drink.]

[tintobrat.livejournal.com]

[She's not going to budge from this seat now.]

Well I think it needed to be said.

[action?]

[silversnowfall]

[Nephry isn't too frequent of a customer at the bar, but it is Guy's establishment. She comes every so often. And today she spots a Silverberg, only moments after reading his snow warning. ...But he seems like he doesn't want much company]

[action?]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert always seems that way. He's seated at a booth near a window at least, so he can look outside idly while he drinks.]

[action]

[silversnowfall]

[well. Once she has a drink of her own she goes over to his booth]

Excuse me.

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Guy does indeed bring by another bottle, though he does hesitate a moment before-] Would you mind if I joined you for a minute?

[Action]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert looks at Guy when he brings the wine, and the gaze lingers when he notices Guy linger.]

Please do.

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Guy slides into the booth easily, folding his hands atop the table.] Do you know anything about a blond, braided man named Yuber?

[action]

[latkje]

[Nash is in the bar, because bars are a good place to be, when he spots a familiar trench coat of treachery. Didn't Albert say something once about having a drink? It doesn't really matter, Nash doesn't exactly need an invitation to "unexplainedly" appear and start talking to people. He glances at the wine.]

A good vintage?

[action]

[chikaidestroyer]

[It is actually the invitation to a drink so long ago that has brought Albert out to the bar. He glances at the wine at his table.]

A bit sweet for my tastes, but it has aged well. [But the wine isn't just for him, after all.]

[Action]

[wise_maiden]

[Whenever he gets home, Raine will be sitting at the coffee table, with the house plants gathered on it, and tending to them with Faerin's magic. There is a small fire in the fireplace.]

[Action]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert returns with the bottle of Kanakan wine in hand. He methodically dusts at his shoes before entering, heading into the sitting room.]