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→ Choose one of the scenarios below or make up your own. Feel free to try multiple scenarios.

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2. It cannot be the character's arrival into the game.
3. Please only test new characters who do not have a version in the game. Our cast list is here.

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Prompts

1. SNOW BLIND - It's snowing, a lot, and pristine landscape though it might create, it also brings plenty of problems, especially when you live in an Edwardian-style village with a serious lack of snow shovels. It's currently blizzard conditions and visibility is nil — Maybe you gave in and ducked into the nearest house for temporary shelter, and discover someone else had the same idea (or just lives there, oops). Maybe you're stubborn enough to still be out in it, struggling against the wind and snow. Or maybe you've tromped into the South Village Inn like a human popsicle, and are just hoping you don't lose any fingers before you make it to the fireplace.


2. JUMPED-UP - Winter's here, which means it's the perfect time for an expedition to warmer, southern climes. You've joined a group following the river all the way down to the far southern beach, for fun and for science. On this latest break in your journey, you've spotted a large, jewel-colored feather and picked it up, maybe as a specimen to bring back or just a feather for your cap. Turns out it's an archaeopteryx feather, and you're now, well... let's call it a little gravity-challenged. Not a bad benefit once you figure out how to control it.


3. COLD CALL - The snow has slacked off, leaving behind a winter wonderland. Sure, there's plenty to do, but after being cooped up inside for days, most people won't blame you for a morale-booster — That is, unless your way of starting a snowball fight is to pop up and throw them at unsuspecting passers-by. Making a snow man or snow angels might come with a little less retribution, but you do you.


4. WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.

Network

All characters are fitted with a smart watch-like device on their left wrist, which they can use to send text and video messages to other villagers.

- Text and/or video, any length
- Display names may be changed by characters on the fly, but anyone can tap to see someone's real full name

Please list your CHARACTER NAME, CANON & PROMPT in your SUBJECT LINE.

Comments

Dick Grayson | DC Comics

[bludhavenknight]

Jumped Up

Dick had always felt more comfortable in the air. Or on his hands. Or anywhere that wasn't on two feet and doing nothing but just standing around and waiting for things to happen to you. He was the kind of guy who liked to do things, not wait for them to take place. Which was why flying through the air with the greatest of ease had always suited him, from when he was a kid, to the man he was now.

"I'll pay real money for you to find a long straw and a bottle of water!" Calls out from where he's sort of floating near the ceiling. Which is what he's doing, he's flying, sort of. Floating near the ceiling. He's also upside down, because that's how Dick rolls sometimes.

Who knew that having a feather was going to make you do something you'd wanted to do ever since you were a little kid? And here he was, flying. Really flying, like Superman, not just throwing himself off a building and into another one. Dick had always wanted to fly, he'd just expected there to be... some other things that went along with it.

Cold Call

Snow days were the best. The snow in Gotham was never really that white, pristine kind of snow that was great for snow balls and sledding. No, it was always grey, kind of sludgey. Turned to slush really quickly, with lots of cars driving through it and making it turn gross.

And forget about going out and doing fun things in it! Like sledding, and snow balls, and did he mention sledding and snow balls? Because Dick might be a grown man, but he was a little kid at heart and always would be. So of course, he was going to be throwing snow balls at people as they passed by.

Prepared to be stealthily snowballed! Dick picked up some snow, rolled it into an almost perfect ball, took very careful aim, and fired at the first unsuspecting person that he saw.

Network: Video

[Dick starts first humming a song, and then full on singing it.] At first I was afraid I was petrified thought that I could never live without you by my side-- quick, sing me a song and help me get this one out of my head! I beg of you, I'll do anything to get this song out of my head right now!

Cold Call

[championofsnark]

Hawke's feelings about this snow ranged from this is fun! to fuck this I'm hibernating. She was actually in the latter mood when she was walking in one of the bigger coats she managed to steal borrow awhile back. It's cold, she can't easily shoot her bow and arrow at the moment, and she knew she'd better turn this mood right around if they need a hunt again soon. It was the slush that really bothered her, and alright, this wasn't that, but it was still more than she bargained for.

When she got hit by the snowball, she full out gasped because how dare you. The shock wore off after a few seconds, dark eyes narrowing as she went looking for the culprit. The rage burned in her for a few minutes ... and then she grinned. Well fine. If that's how you want it. "You're going to regret that, you twat!" Hawke swept a hand down to snatch up snow and roll it up, and considering she was an expert markswoman and had an eagle eye, she knocked the snowball out at him with an impressive amount of speed.

Her cackle could be heard from a distance as she went running for some kind of covering, grabbing snow as she went.

Bruce Wayne | Nolan DC

[utilizations]

SNOW BLIND

[ Bruce is no stranger to snow. He grew up in a city where winters were a little harsh, and the expanse of the Wayne estate was always covered in white during the cold seasons. He's also spent time tromping around the world, often in places where 'third world' might be too kind of a descriptor.

But this is something else. It's a goddamn island in the middle of nowhere. Seasonal shifts like this biting, aching cold are found farther north. Or far to the south, he doesn't want to snub Antarctica. Plots of land masquerading as subtropical islands are a little bit out of the usual. Suffice to say that it is frigid and, while he is capable of surviving in extreme conditions - he doesn't want to.

Hence Bruce forcing his way from the schoolhouse to the Inn, one step at a time, until he can wrestle the front door open and slip inside. And then he's making a beeline straight for the fireplace, intent on warming up before finding something to drink. ]


NETWORK [un: wayne]

The fresh meat stores are getting low. I'm going hunting tomorrow. Anyone else interested?


WILDCARD

[ got an idea for interaction with the goddamn batman bruce wayne? bring it over here. ]

Network un: honeybadger

[spoileralert]

I guess. For the greater good and all.

Franklin 'Foggy' Nelson | Netflix MCU

[clouded_heart]

Cold Call

Foggy's not really going to start a snowball fight *because he knows how badly he will lose against many people and has no desire to be that wet and cold) but he assiduously assembling snowmen. Multiple. In the vein of Calvin and Hobbes. Or it will be, once he has more than two snowmen roughly shaped and gives them something like features and arms.

Network

[un: haventthe] My mother always wanted me to be a butcher so I guess those skills aren't going to go to waste here, huh?

un: Page

[digging]

At least one of us has a marketable skill here.

Edwin Jarvis | Agent Carter | OTA

[hownovel]

Snow Blind

Jarvis didn't mind snow. In fact, he rather liked it. It was always pleasant to watch from inside a nice warm house, with an equally nice warm cup of tea within easy reach. But now, he was beginning to think that perhaps he wasn't so fond of the snow after all. It was pure foolishness that he was out here at all, but then again, there hadn't been a storm when he first ventured out.

At first, he thought the storm would pass, but as he kept trudging on, he realized it was showing no signs of stopping. So, he reasoned, his best chance was to try and find some shelter, and quickly. But, the "quickly" part of the equation didn't seem to be happening, as Jarvis found himself confronted with nothing but blasts of snow and no buildings seemingly nearby that he could shelter in.

"Well, this is rather inconvenient," he announced aloud to the empty air. "One would think there'd be a building, or a house, or something around here, but I seem to have picked the one area that has none of those things. Or perhaps I've walked right past them without knowing it." Talking did nothing to help this situation, but he'd always found that voicing his thoughts helped keep them in line, and sometimes even resulted in ideas coming that he hadn't yet realized.

"Nothing to do now but keep going, I suppose. Come on, then: you can do it. Just put one foot in front of the other." And with that bit of helpful advice, Jarvis began doing just that.

Jumped Up

Jarvis preferred having both feet remaining firmly on the ground, but there was that feather, and it was rather intriguing. So he picked it up, and the next thing he knew, he was off the ground and flying. Well, it was more like awkwardly hovering while he tried to figure out just what in the world he was doing than anything resembling real flight, but it was something.

Control was not something he'd yet mastered, so at this precise moment, he did not resemble his usual dignified self. Rather, he appeared decidedly undignified, incredibly flustered, and absolutely unsure of what he ought to do to get himself out of this mess.

"Would you believe it if I said I've never flown before? Well, I have, just not exactly like this." He could fly a proper airplane, but this was an entirely different kettle of fish.

Wild Card

[ Want to do something else with Jarvis? I'm all ears. ]

Snowblind

[nonstopnarcissist]

A few months here ought to be more than enough for Tony to become accustomed to hearing voices that he really shouldn't- because they were dust, because they were dead, because they didn't belong in the middle of a village on a planet so far removed from anything and everything familiar that looking up to the skies at night was asking for a panic attack. And yet the familiar lilt and wry twist that caught at the edges of his hearing from where he was huddled in the forge still caught him somewhere under the sternum, right where the reactor once sat.

"Jarvis?" He called, looking upward and outward more than down at a hollow, depleted shell, staring into the snow, ears straining. It wouldn't be the first time he had that voice ragging on him from the hollows of his heart. Behave, Tony, try to take care of yourself, Tony, don't push yourself so hard, Tony-

But there it was again and he risked taking a step past the shelter of the forge, squinting into swirling quite. "Jarvis!"

The first, the senior, the butler that was more family to him than his own father on occasion and if he was lucky? It'd be a Jarvis that knew him. If he wasn't- he'd...deal with that as it happened.

Alistair Theirin | Dragon Age

[nobroth]

Snow Blind:

Many people tended to think that Alistair was not exactly the sharpest knife in the block. That was fine. If they thought that, they wouldn't bother him to try to be smarter. But one thing no one could say to him was that he wasn't thoughtful - at least, not anymore.

The snow was swirling around him, he had a decent notion of where things were, and still he trudged through it, calling out, "Hello? Hello! If anyone else is out here, I can help you to the Inn! Just call out so I can find you!"

Jumped Up:

How many bad ideas had he had in his life that started with him spotting something and going, "Ooh"?

More than he cared to think of, honestly, and that explained why, now, Alistair was clinging to a tree branch with both arms, legs too far away from anything to get purchase, and the ground... quite... quite a way down there, really...

"Um. Help? Someone? Please?"

Cold Call:

Yes, yes, it was snowing.

It was... well, it was snowing a not nearly as much as before, honestly, but he knew he should be indoors. He was very close to being indoors, as a matter of fact, standing just outside the inn. He could get back in quickly enough. Very quickly. But that didn't stop him from standing there, hand outstretched, watching snowflake after snowflake drift down into his hand, building into a little mound.

But after enough time had passed, his gaze drifted over to the railing at the edge of the steps that led up to the inn's porch. Not much of a railing. Not much of a set of steps, really. And yet...

...It wasn't a lamppost, but...

Jumped Up

[ombranera]

"...Alistair?" Somehow- Zevran is thoroughly unsurprised. Truly. If there was any member of their merry little band to arrive and find themselves in trouble within short order? His first guess would be Oghren. His second would be Alistair. At the very least he's floating instead of ankle deep in a bear's trap.

It could be worse.

"Give me a moment-" Climbing a tree is quite different from climbing a building- but Zevran makes his way from limb to limb all the same. "How did you manage this, mm? Annoy a witch?"

Blaine DeBeers | iZombie

[debrains]

snow blind

This kind of weather situation is not something Blaine is accustomed to. It snows in Seattle so sure, he knows what snow is, but other people shovel the stuff. Blaine DeBeers does not do such things. He pays people to, be it in taxes for snowplows or his own employees. He's used to walkways being clear and salted, in any case, and is not a fan of this cold wet trudge. He can feel it melting into his pants legs and shoes, and so has a perpetual expression of disgust as he makes his way towards the Inn. He's not quite a popsicle yet but he does look like he's made of ice, snow-dusted and scowling in his full zombie-paleness.

He stomps his feet rather noisily on the mat just inside the door, a testament to his mood. Manners have their place but as far as Blaine's concerned they go out the window with this kind of weather. It would also be polite to order something first, but he beelines straight to the fireplace, his already low body temp meaning he feels like he's about to freeze straight through. Time to thaw out, feel free to call him on his rudeness. He will give negative shits.

network - un: debeers

Idle curiosity, but I've been wandering around and noticed... there's no cemetery around these parts.

What do you do with your dead? Or is your hospital just that efficient?

un: Miss Jackson if you're nasty

[living_proof]

DO NOT.

Nida | Final Fantasy 8

[skyward_eyes]

Snow Blind

There are advantages to growing up in tropical areas, or even heavily temperate ones with massive high-tech shelters that stay warm pretty well. One of those was that Nida hadn't really had much of a chance to 'enjoy' winter before. Sure, there were winters in that part of the year it was a bit colder and maybe you had to have the heat turned up more or nice hearty stews. He had enjoyed more than a few occasions where he'd been curled up on his bed in his dorm, wrapped up in a sweater with a hot mug of coffee. There had even been instances where he'd had to spend some time outside in the chill, bundled up with a scarf and gloves and snow boots in maybe an inch or two of the white stuff.

What he had never done was learned how to tell when clouds were telling you about a pending blizzard. He'd also never had to look at little white flakes with distrust and think about turning back early in his walk because maybe it could get worse. And Nida most definitely had never been in a whiteout sort of snow situation, leading him to stumbling up steps and through a door into a house that he completely doesn't recognize. He would apologize later if he needed to, but for right now he settles down on the floor away from the door and nearby windows, pulling his legs up to his chest and his coat a bit tighter around himself.

"Colder than Shiva's shoulder out there," he grumbled to himself as he frantically rubbed his hands together, trying to work some warmth up between them.


network - un: FormerPilot
Suppose I'm playing good news, bad news now. Good news, I've never been in a snow storm before so that was a new experience. Bad news, I have poor circulation in my fingers. Who do I have to bribe for gloves? And maybe a warmer hat?

un: The Butler Did It

[themanbehind]

What do you have to offer for a bribe?

Loki Odinson | MCU

[sundr]

[J U M P E D U P]

Loki's never been cold before.

He can recognize when the weather turns poorly, of course, but for centuries it never occurred to him that the others around him were being anything other than difficult if they complained of the comfortable chill in the air when Asgard's warm summers left them for another season. Much like he's been told the scorching heat of the sun is nothing to be bothered by, he assumed those around him were being little more than thin-skinned when ever they hunched away from a wind that blew a little too hard or shivered against the snow as it fell upon Asgard's splendor.

Learning of his true heritage may have placed many of the differences between himself and his family into perspective, but never would he ever have stopped to consider how much the Jotun blood in his veins had protected him from...this.

He's freezing, jaw locked tightly to stop the urge to let his teeth chatter as he fights his way across the snow ruined mess of what he assumes had once been a road, bowed against the wind gale as it whips painfully against any exposed stretch of skin it can find. If he's ever disliked travelling in snow before he loathes it now, and never has he been so desperately eager to find himself in front of the roaring heat of a fire.

If he can find that damned inn.


[N E T W O R K - un: loptr]

The least they could have done was offer even a meager ration of mulled wine with the weather being what it is.

I don't suppose anyone is feeling particularly generous with any personal stores they may have.


[W I L D C A R D]

Hit me~

Network

[skyward_eyes]

UN: FormerPilot

See, I'm not sure what mulled wine is, but it sure sounds like a good choice. Except I don't know that we've got wine. Or coffee. How about hot stew? Hot stew is nice.

Luke Skywalker | Star Wars

[neverjoinyou]

Cold Call

The only time Luke had ever been in the snow was not his best memory. So it had taken some coaxing to get him outside, as well as some pretty thick outer layers of clothing.

However, timidity is not a quality that's ever been attached to Luke Skywalker, so it wasn't long before the actual fact of his mere 22 years manifested itself. He discovered that snow here was not the deadly powder or packed ice of Hoth--it was crunchy, and slushy, and you could make things out of it.

Including, it seemed, balls that he was now sending through the air--not towards anyone, but into increasingly intricate patterns, revolving around each other like a tiny solar system, as he gazed up at them in open delight.

Network: Video

[A shivering, red-faced Luke Skywalker, looking a little haunted as he hugs himself.]

Uh, hey. Just a... what is that called? A public service announcement--it's cold out. Don't get caught out in it unawares. You think I'd know by now... Also, if anyone has any remedy for being really really cold, let me know? I, ah... grew up in a desert.

Leia Organa | Star Wars

[thereisanother]

Cold Call

Leia happened up on him just as he started throwing snowballs. For a moment she stood there and wateched, knowing full well what she was going to do. At least the snow didn't give her away, she thought. It didn't appear that he had heard her approach which was perfect. She leaned over to pick up some of the snow and rolled it into a ball. She hadn't made a snowball snce she was a child but it wasn't as if you ever forgot that sort of thing.

When the ball was just the way she wanted it, Leia stood up and let it go. She had pretty good aim if she did say so herself so she wasn't at all surprised when the snowball hit Luke directly in the back of his head.

Laguna Loire | Final Fantasy 8

[nolegcramps]

Cold Call

No one would ever say that Laguna Loire was the pinnacle of maturity. Oh, he had his moments, as did everyone, but he could just as easily act like a child when confronted with certain things like freshly fallen snow.

So, today, at least for a few hours, Laguna's priority was accomplishing two things: darting around from one hiding place to another while pelting snowballs at unsuspecting passersby, and building snowmen and making snow angels. Was it silly? You bet.

But it was also a lot of fun, especially when he could convince those passing by to join in. Some didn't take so kindly to having wet snow chucked at them, however. Still, that didn't stop Laguna from peering around the corner, snowball in hand, poised and ready to throw.

Jumped Up

"Hey!? I'm flying!" Those were the first words that came out of Laguna's mouth after he spotted the curious-looking feather and, driven by curiosity, touched it. "Well, I guess this isn't exactly flying, but I'm off the ground and everything!"

The only downside to this was that Laguna was currently not right-side-up. "Okay. I think I can fix this." Yes, the running monologue was important. He knew he was going to look absolutely ridiculous, but it wouldn't have been the first time, so he started pinwheeling his arms, hoping the inertia would set him right. And, well, it took some effort, but he achieved his goal.

Cue a jubilant fist-pump and a wide grin. "Okay, now what?"

Jumped Up

[skyward_eyes]

Hyne above. Well, technically at the moment it was more like 'Laguna' above, but Nida would stand by his cursing to that particular mythical figure rather than this merely 'legendary' one. How, he had to wonder, had this man been repeatedly elected as the President of as sensible and composed and intelligent a country as Esthar? Remind him not to retire to that city, even if he wanted an excuse to become a full time pilot for the Ragnarok or any new models, because clearly the people there are a bit beyond merely mental.

"Well, you could come down before you fly away," Nida called up to Laguna, biting his lip nervously. What he'd give for a nice Float spell right now. He was certain that it would reverse this condition.

Why exactly did Selphie look up to this guy? Give Nida someone rational like Kiros or Ward any day when dealing with the older generation.

Daniel Sousa | Agent Carter (Marvel) | Snow Blind

[ssrsousa]

Daniel hated snowstorms. He'd liked em okay when he was a kid, but when he was a kid, he could go inside. He could warm up next to the radiator and watch his scarf steam up as it dried. He could drink soup or hot chocolate.

He couldn't go inside in Europe. Even if he could have found a building that wasn't bombed, it wouldn't be safe. It'd probably already be occupied, too. So that meant he was almost always bone-deep cold, bone-deep tired, and bone-deep hungry. It had left him with a permanent dislike of heavy snow and cold, even before he'd gotten hit. Crutches in the snow were not a cakewalk.

When he finally made it to the South Village Inn, he headed straight for the giant fireplace. There was someone else in front of it already, but it was a big fireplace. They could share.

Leia Organa | Star Wars

[thereisanother]

It had been a long walk but it was worth it. The fireplace felt wonderful and she had gotten a mug of hot chocolate to keep her company. Leia hadn't expected the snow to hit before she could get home but it had and thankfully she'd found the South Village Inn and it had been a very welcome sight.

She was sipping her hot chocolate and staring into the fire when she heard someone approach. Looking up, she studied the man'a face. She didn't recognize him but that wasn't unusual. There were many people here that she hadn't become acquainted with yet. "Hello," she said wth a smile.

Bayek of Siwa | Assassin's Creed

[eagle_eyes]

Jumped Up

Collecting things while traveling is something Bayek just does automatically, he's borrowed a bow from the communal storage and the jewel bright feather would either come in handy for arrows or simply make a nice trinket.

Sadly, he's already used to having an easy time of climbing up and over things, so the change in gravity only means that he's even more all over the place as he scouts and forages.

"Do you think the effect of these feathers would work on arrows?" He asks, once he's back on the ground closer to the group.

Cold Call

Bayek is, officially, not a fan of this snow business. Cold is one thing, nights out in the desert got cold, but pretty as things are with it blanketing the place it's clearly some invention of the gods meant to punish people with the annoyance of sand and the unpleasantness of cold water.

He can, however, appreciate taking an opportunity to have some fun with it though. Even if he doesn't quite understand it.

"Throw that at me and you will not enjoy yourself quite so much." he warns, spotting someone with a ready handful of snow.

Cold Call

[relentlessness]

On the other hand, Jacob is loving this. He loves snow, doesn't much mind the cold - so long as he has a roaring fire to rush home to - and it's an entirely new set of challenges to put himself to. Of course, just because he's seeing it as an exercise, it doesn't mean he can't have fun with it.

So as his gloved hands gently formed the ball, working to pack the snow as tightly as he can. Playing for Jacob is rarely what it is for most, and likely to be just as dangerous as any of his other games.

When he hears that statement though he pauses, looking up with the most innocent and wide eyed of faces. It's a look he's perfected from the kids on the street that he gets information from. Even with the snowball still cupped between his hands.

"Oh I don't know. You have no idea how much fun I might have if I throw this," he says, smirking as he gives it a playful toss straight up to catch it. "You've got to make the best of this place. What good is there in being miserable?"

Though, should he throw that snowball, it might make a person miserable given how much time and energy he's put into packing it. Why take more than one shot when you just need one really good shot?

Cissie King-Jones | DC Comics

[cisskabob]

SNOW BLIND

It’s not that bad, she thought. What’s a little snow? she thought. How bad can it get? she thought.

Cissie regrets her decisions. At the moment, she mostly regrets her decision to leave her house and head out in this snow storm. It didn’t seem like a white out blizzard when she left, but clearly she was mistaken, or maybe delusional. She can’t rule that out as she plows her way through the heavy snow, shielding her face from the wind and snow with an arm. She lowers her hand enough to squint around, looking for any familiar surroundings.

Cissie knows it would be all too easy to get herself turned around and hopelessly lost in conditions like this, and she would really like to avoid that.

As she squints into the flying snow, she spots lights, flickering ahead. She heads toward them, hoping they’re lights from the inside of a house, and that whoever’s living behind the door she’s about to knock on is feeling kind, and won’t mind a surprise visitor. She promises herself that if they let her in, she won’t even complain if they lecture her about being out in this weather.

COLD CALL

It’s so nice to be out of the house after being cooped up inside thanks to the storm. Cissie doesn’t even mind that there’s so much of it. The fresh air feels amazing, and she can’t help but notice how pretty it all looks. She gives in to temptation and drops back into the snow, making several snow angels before moving on to a not very good snowman.

While she’s working on her snowman, she spots others out in the snow. Cissie is a very mature eighteen year old, the product of being a little girl forced to grow up too fast, but sometimes she doesn’t hesitate to embrace her inner child and act her age, or younger. This is one of those moments.

She packs up a snowball and takes aim, launching it at the unsuspecting passerby. She’s been hitting her targets since before she could walk; she may have made a career out of her ability to never miss a target with her bow, but her throwing aim is basically just as good. Enjoy that snowball, friend.

Snow Blind

[relentlessness]

The lights of the house flicker and flare, candlelight in the living room as well as a blazing fire in the fireplace though it's not obvious as none of the smoke can be seen in the blowing wind. The steps to the porch have not been cleared, but the porch itself shows footprints.

Yet the only sound as she comes close to the door is the wind and the rustling type sound of snow against the sides of the house. At least until she raises her hand. Then there is a very distinctive sound from behind her. Coming from the edge of the roof.

"Can I help you?"

The voice is accented with an English accent, cast loud enough to be heard, and highly amused.

Should she look, there is a face peering over the edge of porch as whoever it is hangs from the rooftop to look over whoever it is coming to their door.

[vidal]

SNOW BLIND
This snowstorm reminds Reyes, awfully, of the ice planet Voeld — except this time there’s no thermal armour, no spacesuit neatly sealing away the freezing environment and circulating heated air across all his limbs instead. This time he can’t feel his fingers, and despite the scarf he’s wound tight around his neck, the wind is still blistering his cheeks and condensation is freezing in his nose and he can barely see even a foot in front of him.

This is how I die, he thinks, bleakly and a little (more than a little) melodramatically while he trudges forward through what he thought was the village street, but is mostly an endless snowdrift. Who thought he’d ever miss his toxic, radioactive planet? At least the sulphuric hot springs were, well, hot.

The shadow of a house finally comes into view, and he makes a decision.

A moment later the front door bursts open, and in comes a bedraggled darkhaired man, breath steaming in the air, wind blowing in more gusts and flurries behind him.


JUMPED-UP
It really isn’t the most dignified position.

He’d made the mistake of leaping from one rock to another while trying to cross the river, only to find himself floating inexorably up into the air, that single leap carrying him up into the sky. It’s like wearing jump-jets again, except as far as he can tell, there’s absolutely no way to control it — which leads to one (1) smuggler windmilling through the air, drifting slowly upwards, finally colliding with a tree branch and clinging to it for dear life. He eventually manages to step delicately downwards to earth, but even the gentlest step pushes him too far away from the ground, and then the whole damned cycle begins all over again.

Spotting someone from the group who came with him, Reyes perks up. “Find me something heavy, will you?” he calls out to them. “Or, better yet! Get over here.”

JUMPED-UP

[constructionzone]

Every day comes with something new and insane, Rhodey thinks as he adjusts his pack on his shoulders and moves over to where Reyes is, uh, floating. Flying. Whatever it is, it's not ideal. The real shock, honestly, is that this isn't happening to one of his two roommates.

"Not sure something heavy wouldn't result in a hilarious pile-on," he says. "Let's try this." He braces himself and then offers both arms. Rhodey's left leg is basically robotic, and it's definitely heavy metal in the non-musical sense. It should keep him tethered to earth.

cassandra cain | dc comics

[cassassin]

snow blind

[ she hates being caught in a blizzard. it's not the first or worst time it's happened to her, but holy hell, that was terrible. she's bundled in layers, a heavy coat, hat, scarf and gloves--but that can only do so much against wind and snow. cassandra finally steps into the inn, stomping the snow off of her boots and hurrying towards the fire as she pulls off her hat. the look on her face is kind of reminiscent of a soaked cat., even if her teeth are chattering a little. ]

That sucked.

cold call

[ you know what? she's never actually built a snow man. problems of never really getting to be a kid, right there. so here cassandra is, once the storm clears out, starting to shore up the base for one. she... thinks she's doing this right? it looks okay. probably. she's only seen this on tv, but it can't be that hard.

care to give her a hand? or maybe take advantage of the fact she's distracted? it's prime snowball weather, after all. ]

network: video

[ cass squints at her watch's camera for a second, before nodding, satisfied that it's going. she presses her mouth into a line, thoughtfully, before she speaks with a little wave. ]

Um, hi. If... anyone's interested, I can. Give martial arts training? Or just... help people stay sharp. I'm good. One of the best.

wildcard

[ or just do whatever! i'm not your mom, your boss, or a cop, hit me if you've got an idea you wanna do ]

video; un: jane doe

[scathefires]

[someone’s got a skeptical raised eyebrow here.]

One of the best according to who?

Malik Al-Sayf | Assassin's Creed (CRAU Optional!)

[loyalrebel]

Cold Call

Malik may be a generally serious looking fellow, but he does have a fair sense of whimsy and humor underneath it. Snow is not something new to him either, and while this is no Masyaf the principles of Assassin skills still apply to snow fights.

So it is that the one armed man is stalking those playing in the snow and throwing his own snowballs in to the mix.

Network: username: Malik

Two questions:

Who do I speak to about helping organize people and supplies?

Do we have a weaponsmith?

[OOC: please indicate whether you want Original Canon flavor or CRAU from Synodiporia flavor!]

Cold Call

[eaglesonofnone]

Seeing Malik that way.

It had been so long, coupled with so much heartache, but there before him was Malik, treating a frivilous pastime like a training opportunity - which, truly, it was, but Altaïr could see the enjoyment around his eyes, the calculation, the mischief.

Which, truly, demanded to be repaid in kind.

And that was why there was, so swiftly, a hand pulling back Malik's collar and a handful of snow being dumped down his back before a certain Eagle was sprinting away.

Agent Washington | Red vs Blue

[notyourrookie]

Snow Blind
Wash is not about to allow a bit of wet and cold to stop him getting out. He's spent time on Sidewinder, and recently too, sheltering in the shadow of a warthog and the Meta. He survived that. He's not even fighting anyone here.

He slips on a patch of hidden ice beneath the snow, and stumbles, arms wheeling madly for a second before he rights himself, breath managing to cloud the air until he drags a scarf up around his mouth. He had drastically underestimated what a snowstorm would be like when not wearing power armour.

Still, the inn is not too far away. The other side of the village. It's a paltry walk when the snow isn't a few feet deep and the ice is biting into his skin. He is not going to let that stop him.


Network: un: unrecovered
I need better clothes for this weather. Where would I get those from?

[He looks kind of a mess; cheeks red and sore with the cold, hair plastered to his skull like a semi-drowned cat, and a scowl that would put off most people.]

Snow Blind

[skyward_eyes]

What he'd give for a few good Firaga spells to burn the paths clear with. Sure there would be a serious amount of mud from the sudden influx of water, but Nida thought perhaps it would be worth it to not have to slog through the snow so much. Granted this particular trip was going a bit easier because someone had been shuffling through the snow in front of him and he was happy to take the broken trail. Of course then the guy had to go and slip and slow down, giving just enough time for Nida to run into him from behind.

"Geez," he found himself cursing, reaching out immediately to grab at the guy to make sure he didn't fall over due to Nida's lack of focus. Well, no, he'd blame it a lot more on the poor visibility.

"Sorry. You okay? You know, other than the freezing thing?"

Rita Du Clark | iZombie

[damnedsel]

snow blind

Rita absolutely walked into the closest house. Your house. And now she's in your kitchen, looking around as she stands just inside it, arms crossed and still shivering. There's snow and ice in her red (red!!! god she loves being cured) hair, and her nose and cheeks are pink.

"You have coffee, right? Or tea?"

She'll take hot porridge at this point, but she won't ever ask for it. Gross.


network; un: maxheiress

i have a great idea to get warmed up >;)

snow blind

[debrains]

Not everyone was as lucky as Rita. Blaine is standing in the kitchen in his full zombie-pale glory, hair white as the snow in hers. He's unmistakeable as Team Z, as he likes to call it, despite the fact that the two of them never met. Never knew what the other was up to.

He's actually pouring coffee for himself when Rita busts in, but doesn't startle or spill it, just calmly looks up at the woman standing in his doorway shivering. Oh, what an opportunity, were he home. Blaine smiles at her anyway, because he needs to make friends here so why not start with someone attractive?

"You're just in time, actually. Close that door and take a seat. Oh, do try and knock the snow off, will you?"

Kassandra of Sparta | Assassin's Creed

[aetosphoros]

Snow Blind

As much as she may wish it not to be the case, Kassandra is Spartan. This means she is used to the cold, or that she was, as a child. Living on Kephallonia had taught her to be used to warmth, though, and this is the sort of weather you might find at the top of Mount Taygetos, but not down in the valley.

In short, Kassandra is freezing. Even the long, warm open tunic thing -- a coat, did they call it? -- that had been in her bag when she'd arrived does little against it. She misses the warm sun of the isles. Kassandra is shivering as she fights against the storm to get back to the village, and when she sees the first building loom up out of the snow, she runs for it, and bursts through the door.

"Oh! I did not realize anyone was here, I only wanted to get out of the cold."

She doesn't, however, make any move to leave. It's warmer in here.


Wildcard

After the better part of a lifetime spent with a constant companion, Kassandra can't get used to being alone. Not being solitary; she's been that since Mount Taygetos, since she'd been rejected by her father and her community. But being alone, without Ikaros' presence and the reassuring ruffle of feathers through air as he glided down to perch on her arm whenever she stilled for long moments.

Perhaps it's too soon to try finding another companion, but she's choosing not to think about that. Instead, she's trekking through the woods, looking up at trees and wondering what her best chance of finding an immature bird to befriend would be. It's too late in the season for there to be any fledglings to adopt, but maybe with time she could form a close enough bond to gain the trust of an adolescent.

By the gods, she wishes whatever fate had brought her here had brought Ikaros as well.

Snow Blind

[skyward_eyes]

"It's fine, just make sure to close that," Nida answered.

It wasn't his house, so he really wasn't that bothered. He'd apologize to whoever lived here later, because someone clearly did from the wood he had found stacked near the fireplace. Wood that he was currently stacking right into the fireplace, preparing a fire.

"I'll have this going in a moment. If any of what you're wearing is wet you should wait until I've got this and then pull it off to dry near the fire. Only makes it worse, wet clothes."

Betty Ross | MCU

[chondrion]

Cold Call

A childhood in New Hampshire - mostly raised by her father's sister while Thaddeus Ross stayed away - means Betty Ross is well acquainted with the wild and wonderful world of winter. Those same years meant she'd learned to knit, and it hadn't taken too long to fashion herself a hat and matching mittens. All of this is to say that of course Betty is outside as soon as the snow stops, and when she sees someone she thinks looks familiar, she's quickly packing a snowball.

It may not actually be who she thought, but it doesn't stop her from grinning. "Oops."

NETWORK: un - nobelle

I'm about to embark on an experiment to see which fruit in the cellar can be turned into cider, who's in?

un - Starkflake

[nonstopnarcissist]

Me. Very me. Please include me. The risks are probably worth the reward.

Seifer Almasy | Final Fantasy 8

[firacrux]

Snow Blind

Of course it's a blizzard. It's just his luck that it'd be a blizzard. Why? Because the universe enjoys throwing its worst at him at every turn, so why wouldn't it be a blizzard? Can't a guy just go out for a walk at night and not get snowed in? No, of course not. However, Seifer Alamasy isn't the type to let a little weather get in the way of whatever goal he has in mind and Hyne-damn it all he's not about to start. If anything this has made him *more* determined to find an open diner somewhere for a hot meal.

Cursing to himself he tugs the collar of his coat higher to block out the pelting snow as he stubbornly continues to trudge through the building winter storm. That is, until the wet and cold grows to be just a little too unbearable and he's forced to duck against the side of a building to try to huddle in the faint shelter offered by tall walls and an overhanging roof. A logical person would try to go inside. A stubborn person insists they can stand out in a blizzard and not freeze to death. Guess which one this fool is?


Cold Call

The defenses are prepared. He's dug himself a snow trench behind which he hides with his pile of ready-made ammunition. The snowballs aren't packed as tightly as he would have were he planning on ambushing fellow mercenaries though that doesn't change the fact that he's still planning on being a massive pain to anyone who dares to walk within range of what he has decided is the bulwark he will defend.

Upon hearing footsteps crunching he pops up behind the barrier and launches a couple balls in the general direction of whoever might be approaching.

Cold Call

[skyward_eyes]

Perhaps he should have made more tightly packed snowballs, because it turned out Seifer was in fact ambushing a 'fellow mercenary.' One who was busy carrying chopped wood across town as an assistance to some of their less able residents. He hadn't found a place to fit in yet, so he was happy to help out for other people to do what they need to do. Arms full, sounds muffled by the snow, and no enhanced senses to speak of at the time, that meant both hit him, one exploding on the side of his head, the other on his pile of wood.

It was cold too. Nida grit his teeth, carefully lowered the wood beside the path, and immediately scooped up a snowball worth of snow.

"Come out and this won't get ugly," Nida called out as he prepared another snowball. He's going over the edge of the trench to put these in someone's face.

Elmer C. Albatross | Baccano!

[keep_smiling]

[Jumped Up]

Oi! You there! Little help?

[After grabbing that beautiful feather he spotted along the forest floor, Elmer found himself slowly rising higher and higher. Managing to grab a tree branch for now, his feet were starting to get pulled up over his head, and he wasn't sure for how much longer he could maintain his hold. Despite this, he was grinning ear to ear. This was all pretty amusing, really.]

It's not that this isn't a load of fun - because it is , honestly - it's that I, ah, well... nature is calling and I'm not sure how long I might be up here. If you catch my drift? Ha! Get it? Because I'm drifting!


[Cold Call]
Did someone call for a morale-boosting snowball fight? Elmer was on the case. He'd also managed to build himself quite a nice little fort as well, in what seemed like no time at all! He has a lot of experience in this sort of thing, considering he just spent a over a decade living above the Arctic Circle.

To anyone who approaches the fort, everything seems quiet, until they get too close. That's when the the merry blonde pops out from behind a pillar of snow, grinning as he always does, and throws a snowball their way.]

Ahoy there, trespasser! Face some snowy justice!


[Network]
[There it is again: that ever-smiling face. That smile that makes you wonder if Elmer's face ever gets sore. Today, there's a thoughtful edge to it. Elmer takes a few moments to mull something over before speaking.]

Tell me - if you had to cheer someone up, what do you do?

cold call

[damnedsel]

Rita's reflexes are just human standard, but they're enough that her coat's forearms are what gets snow on them, not her face or hair. She's annoyed, but not pissed off, because there's still hope here.

"I fancy some booze if you've got some stashed in there."

Classy, Rita.

Rumpelstiltskin | Once Upon a Time

[cantwalkwithoutit]

[SNOW BLIND]

You call this a blizzard? Get on Maine's level, mysterious kidnapping island.

Mr. Gold may be seen as a black shape in an ocean of white, barely visible but dark enough to probably be spotted before plowing into him. The depth of the snow, plus the presence of a cane to help him walk means he's moving slower than most shapes braving the weather today, but he's sufficiently bundled, a heavy long coat, scarf around his neck and tucked up over his nose -- and he is seeking a warm place to take shelter. Likely, he is headed for the Inn. He doesn't feel like beefing over turf.

[COLD CALL]

Gold went down almost instantly, no time even to scrabble dignity-free for balance. A little icy patch on the walk that looked less slippery than it actually was, and he would have caught himself if it hadn't gotten both his foot and the cane he was leaning on in one undignified swoop -- that also came with the alarming sound of something snapping. Up his legs went, and he landed on his back in an undignified, snow-crunch flump in the drift just off the walk.

Long before he ever accepted the dagger and became the Dark One, he had been walking with a cane, and even before that, he'd taken his share of tumbles on icy days. This would never change, no matter what sort of man he became with each new age, nor would the humiliation that came of it -- first in front of villagers who thought nothing of him because of his father, then villagers who thought nothing of him because of who he was, then denizens of Storybrooke still too afraid of their landlord to laugh when he took a fall they probably thought he richly deserved. With it was usually the certainty he could pick himself up again, of course -- often with the assurance that no one was going to help him, and suspect those that would.

So too it was, now, though the snap gave him pause, and while he felt no pain -- no twisted ankle, thankfully -- he lifted his cane and winced.

Broken. Almost clean in half.

"Of course."

[NETWORK - Video]

[ If anyone hovers to see his real name, it merely reads: M. Gold. ]

I may require the services of a craftsman.

[ While he's mostly held together, there's a little tension in his voice, in the way his jaw is set. ]

UN: Sam Skywalker

[thegreatexperiment]

[She defaults to the voice setting. Vampires don't show up in video, anyway. But color her curious.]

Could you be a little more specific there?

What kind of "craftsman" are you looking for?

Agent Maine | Red vs. Blue

[bloodbathing]

SNOW BLIND

Even in the midst of a blizzard, it's hard to miss the hulking mass of muscle that is Agent Maine. After all, the man is seven-feet-tall, broad-shouldered, and built like he could throw a car. (Spoiler alert: he can.) Despite being bundled in every scrap of clothing that would fit (plus an impromptu scarf made from a pant leg), Maine's shoulders are hunched, his head is down, and his arms are pulled in tight against his body. Clearly, this guy is fucking cold.

However, the area directly behind Maine is a different story. It's actually ... relatively warm. Not because of any special power, but because Maine's sheer bulk is blocking the wind. Furthermore, the Freelancer's huge feet are tramping down a nice fresh path through the snow.

Heading to the inn? It might be worth following Maine's path — if you're willing to get close enough. Question is: is it better to announce your presence or try to rely on stealth?


COLD CALL

The snow may have let up, but Maine looks no happier for it. He's still curled in on himself, and he's scowling at the white powder like it's personally offended him.

See, Maine isn't exactly acclimated to the cold. Far from it. Before arriving here, he spent the majority of his time in temperature-controlled power armor. Now, he doesn't even have a proper winter hat to cover his shaved head. He's freezing; he's grumpy; and, if he clenches his jaw any tighter (because he refuses to let his teeth chatter), he'll probably break something.

So, if he's a bit gruff as he hauls in freshly chopped wood, don't take it personally. That low growl probably means, "where's this go?" or "need some?"

... Probably. It might mean, "move."


WILDCARD

( ooc: have another idea? come at me! i'll match prose or brackets ♥ )

Snow Blind

[skyward_eyes]

Snow wasn't really something Nida was used to, especially not blizzard quality. Because of that, frankly, he should be in his house, curled up by the fire with the peakitten, talking to Rinoa about adventures they could be having in warmer areas. He could be trying to learn a little bit about cooking in their kitchen, which would be an experience because he was really only good with camp cooking. Instead here he was, stomping slowly through the snow with an armload of wood. He had quite a bit of extra right now and the inn would probably need it, that had been his rational. In addition it wasn't like his home was very far from the inn so surely it shouldn't be too bad.

What he hadn't expected was the path to already to be broken in such a wide swath.

While normally sneaking up on someone was a consequence of his training, right now the clattering and shifting of logs made his approach obvious, even with the muffling affect of snow in the air.

"Hey," he managed to get out, just about chattering between his teeth.

Haytham Kenway | Assassin's Creed

[theloneeagle]

SNOW BLIND

[It's not the first time Haytham has had to trudge through unbroken snow in a blizzard. America provided a challenging winter. That didn't mean he LIKED it, but the oddest part was that he still felt acclimated to the mosquito-infested heat of the summer he left before arriving here.]

I need to get myself out of this cold.

[He pauses as he hears something over the wind and the crunch of his own footsteps. The air is thick with snowflakes. He takes a moment to focus his sight and finds the aura of an animal. A few steps closer and he sees the purple color-- an alpaca? Zalpaca? There's the outer perimeter of an animal pen before him. He reaches over it and touches the animal's purple fluffy wool, giving it a few pats. Shelter must be near.]

WILD CARD

[Make something up!]

Snow Blind

[eaglesonofnone]

Years of life in Masyaf had prepared him for snow, even snows like this. The height of the mountain could scream with the wind that blew by; the canyon could heap higher than some of the buildings with drifts. The fedayeen had learned long ago to walk lightly on the highest, sturdiest structures when snow was deep and find those still wandering, searching for shelter when the squalls came without warning.

Today, for the sake of visibility, he had layered the magenta of his arrival shirt over the white of his robe to make himself all the more easy to see as he carefully balanced on post after post, the jumps easier than wading through hip-high snow. It was on one of those pauses that he thought he heard a voice, and then he saw a man. Covered in snow, which was unsurprising - and looking terribly lost. "This way," he called, standing and lifting an arm so he was even more difficult to miss. "The path to the Inn is broken just past this fence."