Jan. 6th, 2015

sunbaked_baker: (young smiling)
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She couldn't help it. The sun was shining so invitingly on the thick, white snow.

So currently there are fortifications going up outside, some ways away down the snow-covered slope between the bar and the edge of the forest, tended to by a small, colorful figure in a red coat, sky-blue mittens, and a bright yellow scarf. The snow-fort may be made of dodgy building materials, and may only be three-feet tall, but don't underestimate it! Just overlook the places where structural instability has required that the outer wall be shored up with more snow.

Rae has the general idea of the snow-fort in her head as a mostly circular spiral-shape. Like a slightly flattened number 6, where the inner circle isn't fully closed - to allow a way in - and the upper loop is tight in to protect the entry-way.

It makes sense in her head, anyway. The floor of the interior circle is already packed down tight, and though it is cold, she is making good progress on the walls. Occasionally, she takes a break to make snowballs to add to the growing pile hidden inside the fort, her breath letting out little clouds of mist.


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All good builders must take breaks, however, especially when your hands get cold. So you may find the girl sometime later, curled up on the couch before the fireplace, with a mug of hot cocoa, avidly reading the first of a set of lavishly-illustrated mythology books.



(ooc: Catch little!Rae either outside or by the fireplace!)
runningred: (Default)
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[OOM: Jay runs into someone at the airport. Someone he’d rather not see...]

Why did you give up on me so soon?
Did you give up on me so soon?
I just want to wish you well
I just want to wish you well


{warning – bad language and more angst.}
{ooc: I swear I was finished but Bruce ambushed me and demanded to have his say.}
student_of_impossibility: (Planning)
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Milliways may have to get used to having a small portion of the tables colonized by Alera for a little while.

Almost literally, in a way: Tavi has pulled together about four tables, among them his favorite with a clear view of the door, so he can have a large sandbox with colored sand on it. Not only does he have a sandbox, he has little tokens and some are even tiny figurines. But one of those colors of sand is a fairly sickly green--and anyone who bothers to peer at his box can see that it is very clearly a map. Most of it is covered in that nauseating color, too.

Not for long, if Tavi's got anything to say about it--and these days? Does he ever.

Yes, there is a six-and-a-half-foot guy in Roman armor poking around a box of brightly colored sand with little toy people. Looks like fun to play with, right?