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[idontneedluck]

Chirrut came down for his morning exercise, as usual, in no great hurry to greet the Scottish cold but too set in his ways to consider changing his routine. He knows he will enjoy it once he gets going.

Except this morning, the air has a smell he doesn't recognize.

Except this morning, the ground crunches and wafts biting cold in a way he doesn't know.

...

Carefully, slowly, he begins exploring what this new change is. Considering he's only heard of snow in abstract a time or two, this might take a bit.

(OOC: Baze Malbus may wander into any and all threads!)

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[just_cant_lose]

 
Jim is having a Crisis. A real, honest-to-God, capital-C, Crisis.

He doesn't know what to wear for his stag party. And this may not seem like a big deal, but it so is, and it comes with the added annoyance of being a thing that never happens. Knowing what to wear is easy! But this is complicated for Reasons, and it's doing his head in.

So anyway, he's at the bar, demanding examples of shirts and hating every single one of them. Every tie is useless, and in the end he waves all the formalwear away and starts looking at smart casual. The pile of 'maybe' starts growing (leave him at it long enough, and there'll be a pile up to the ceiling).

Along with the clothes, there is soon a new pile of Christmas decorations - that have to double as wedding decorations, so they're particularly tasteful and elegant, and feature rather a lot of skulls - and then a load of books on metalwork. Jim doesn't look outwardly frazzled, but internally...well. Speak to him and see. 


[OOC: Open all week, as I now have some time to plaaaaay. :D

Content warning: thread with Sherlock gets NSFW.]

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[littlegreycells]

The snow, it neither bothers or pleases Hercule Poirot that much,  At worst, it can be a nuisance.  At best, it makes for a nice change, a bit of scenery in the city and a reminder of the change of seasons.  But as he walks outside, bundled up properly and just barely feeling the cold, it brings back memories.  Of the Christmas he took a case to escape his heat-less apartment and found more than he expected.  And of the trip across Europe on the Orient Express, a mystery that even to this day disturbs him and remains a secret known by only a few.  The chill he feels down his spine is not from the cold.

But that does not stop him from taking a walk across the snow.