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[mogget_cat]

There is a Bright Shiner out on the frozen-over lake, this evening. He balances on the balls of his feet, his bare feet, as if seeking to come into as little contact with the thick lake ice as possible (though otherwise the cold of the January evening doesn't seem to touch him).

He's currently considering the merits of ice-fishing.

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[numbered_doctor]

Bundled up, and out stretching her legs, Thirteen spots the colourless not!cat out on the lake and makes her way over. As she get closer, she notes the lack of shoes and eyebrows raise.

"Aren't you cold?"

[mogget_cat]

The white dress-pants and dress-shirt aren't exactly winter-wear, either. "Good evening," he says, looking around to see who spoke.

"No, not really. Just trying to decide whether I'd have any luck catching some supper if I broke the ice." Which is at least four feet deep, at this point of the winter.

[numbered_doctor]

The young doctor burrows deeper into her coat, getting colder just watching him.

"Christ, if you're that desperate for food, I'll buy you something inside."

[mogget_cat]

"But... buying it is too easy, sometimes. It lessens the satisfaction."

It's the same urge that sends him out hunting demon bunnies and deer in the forest.

[numbered_doctor]

"You can do that when it's not freezing cold outside," she argues. "Come on, you're going to get sick."

[mogget_cat]

"I bet you I don't," he grins, but walks gingerly off the ice and into the snow anyway.

"That offer of free food still open?"

[numbered_doctor]

"Of course," Thirteen replies. "Wouldn't tempt you with it, just to take it away."

[mogget_cat]

"That would be just plain cruel," he sticks out his very pink tongue at her, and grins.

But, as they head back towards the warmth of the bar, he offers, "In return, how about I buy you something hot to drink."

[numbered_doctor]

She shoots him a bright smile, stuffing her hands into her pockets as they move through the snow.

"Sounds like a good trade."

[z-addy.livejournal.com]

Zack has come outside mostly because he hasn't had the luxury in so long. The young man has finally figured out how to get warm clothes here, and he's bundled up, trying to explore a little.

The individual on the ice catches his attention, mostly because he seems unnaturally immune to the cold, and Zack tentatively makes his way over.

"Hello?"

[mogget_cat]

"Evening," comes the reply from the white figure amongst the ice and snow, still contemplating the ice.

Even if he were to break the ice and go fishing, would the fish be awake enough to take the bait?


(ooc: Sorry for the delay. Had already gone to bed when you tagged.)

[z-addy.livejournal.com]

Zack frowns as he studies the figure, still rather uncomfortable about this whole place.

"Who are you?" he asks curiously, and then in an attempt to be polite, "I'm... Zack."



(ooc: sorry for this delay, I went and did the same thing...)

[mogget_cat]

"I'm called by many names," the figure grins. "But most call me Yrael, here. A pleasure to meet you... Zack."


"What brings you out on this rather disgustingly cold, pseudo-Scottish night?"

[z-addy.livejournal.com]

"I haven't really been able to go outside much," he answers frowning. "And I've never been out here before. I'm still trying to understand how it works."

[mogget_cat]

"I could tell you some of how it works," he offers, wandering back towards the shore, "but if you're looking for a scientific explanation, I will simply tell you 'good luck with that.'"

Because he knows there isn't one.

[z-addy.livejournal.com]

Zack continues to frown as he follows him.

"I don't understand... but I'd appreciate it, if you could tell me some of how it works."

[mogget_cat]

"All right," Yrael says, his bare feet becoming buried in the snow as he reaches the shore of the lake. "This area where we stand, the lake, open area, and forest, is modeled after a piece of the Scottish highlands. The grounds of a school, to be exact, where the man who was Head Bartender when I arrived here had had his best memories. He was homesick, being stuck in the bar, so a friend of his recreated the grounds of that school here. If you go far enough into the forest, you will find yourself turned right around, heading in the direction from which you came. Were it a clear night, you would be able to see that the stars here are not those of the Earth's sky. The gardens, forge, stables and shooting range, &c. have all been added since this area's creation."

He gestures as he speaks, indicating. "On the further side of the lake, you can see a place where the lake is unfrozen, and the ground has no snow? That is a piece of the Caribbean Sea, an inlet, connected to that body of water in one of the many versions of Earth that are connected to the bar."

"Beyond the lake and forest is a mountain. It is the most recent addition to the outside area of the bar, made by one of the gods who spends time here. He wanted to go skiing, I suppose, or do some other winter sport, since it always has snow on it, no matter what season the lake area reflects at the time."

"That's the long version," he grins. "The short version as to how it works: magic."

[findsthesun]

Legolas is by the warmer sands of the beach, but he laughs as he spots Yrael.

"Thinking deeply, friend?" he calls easily across the ice.

[mogget_cat]

"Thinking of going deeper in deed than in thought, friend," Yrael calls back, still eying the ice, contemplatively.

"Wondering whether ice-fishing is a sport I might take up, until the sun comes back."

[findsthesun]

"You should want a hole and a spear for that," he murmurs, thoughtfully, rising and moving around the lake side to be closer to him. "Have you a pick-axe?"

[mogget_cat]

"I have never had a pick-axe," he says, padding a silent circle on the ice.

"I had thought to ask the Bar for a pole-and-line, such as I have seen used so one does not have to get wet to get their fish."

[findsthesun]

Legolas laughs, "Then you must spend more time waiting for your fish," he says, "unless you are a very patient man."

The lack of capitals is intentional, but likely not audible. (The word he uses in Westron means "grown male," rather than "grown male human," or merely "human".)

"They are likely sleepy and slow to respond, in this weather."

[mogget_cat]

"I am not so patient, usually, though I am when I have to be," the albino figure says, once more pacing a slow circle on his bare feet.

As he finishes the second circuit, he strikes his heel upon the ice with great force, causing a great cracking sound from beneath his foot.

With great care, Yrael steps on the cracked circle of ice and presses upon it until it submerges into the water below, and slides under the unbroken shelf of ice to its side.

"But then, situations where I absolutely must be patient are rare," he says, cheerfully.

[findsthesun]

Legolas laughs, again.

"What is it that you are?" he asks, crossing over the ice with the easy grace of someone who has spent long years in a place with deeply cold winters.

[mogget_cat]

"Several things, though not as many as I used to be," Yrael says with a grin at Legolas. "You?"