MINGLING POST

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[I hope that everyone in Accord has wish-machine'd up some sweaters, because it's getting cold outside! especially around the Tower, what with all those delightful ocean winds around to make things extra-chilly. it's not so bad indoors, though. the Stewards have been doing a good job of keeping the place nice and warm for you.

so what has the crazy tower bunch been up to? jumping in leaf piles? huddling inside for warmth? trying to break the world record for most cookies baked in a week? plotting to murder everyone with horrible death magic? there's plenty to be doing and plenty of people to bother, so go talk to your neighbors! make a friend, or talk to someone you haven't seen in a while! or just, you know, stumble awkwardly into their business. that works too.]


[[ooc: aw yeah, mingling post! make your own comment, tag other people's comments, go crazy!]]

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[wordmiser]

[Jinx was staring mournfully out a hallway window at the snow.

It was difficult to tell she was mournful, given the way she tended to stare blankly at everything, but that was all right, no one els ehad to know she was quite as mournful as she was.

Jinx hated snow. It was so cold in her bones, when she tried to phase through it.]

[bandagesplz]

[Monster shows up in that rather bizarre way that he does, just sort of slinking up out of nowhere. maybe he materialized out of a wall, or something. maybe he was pretending to be the wall the whole time. it's a very distinct possibility!

but he sidles up kinda closer so that he can peek out of the window too, looking rather apprehensive about all that cold white stuff out there.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he's actually headed out to go tromp around outside like a ten-year-old, but he stops on his way down to regard this not-quite-mournful-looking girl and all the snow she's staring at.]

...Oh, you're still here.

[or he's just surprised to see her again. something like that.]

[heresyandlace]

[oh, it's the quiet one who slips through walls. Still here. Looks like her tricks couldn't help her, hmm?

And, unfortunately for her, it's part of Tek's job to sense exactly how mournful someone is. It's a nice feeling to him, but he'll pretend like it's still a secret.

Stopping by on his way through the hall, he leans a little to follow her gaze out the window]

...Pretty, isn't it?

[awhitedemon]

[Kaspiel isn't the type of person to go around making friends. He doesn't see the point, never has, never will. He does seem to enjoy the advent of winter, and at the moment he's standing outside dressed in a white suit, black umbrella over his head as always even though there is nary a speck of snow or raindrop in sight.]

[After all, can't risk getting caught in the sun, no matter how little of it there was.]

[bandagesplz]

[well hey. how's it going, buddy.

there is a vaguely Monster-sized rock in the lawn that wasn't there before. and every once in a while, when said rock thinks that Kaspiel isn't looking, it sliiiides a little closer.

Monster's shapeshifting disguises are... well, he's working his way up, okay. :/]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[not make friends, you say? nonsense. Robin will fix that, stopping in his journey yonder to stand next to Kastiel. he looks at him, looks up at his umbrella, looks up at the sky like he's missed something... and then looks back down at Kastiel.]

I think you're a little early for rain.

[heresyandlace]

[he obviously just hasn't discovered how to make the right kind of friends.

Like the kind of friend that will stop on their way out of the tower to stare, for instance--looking at the white of his outfit, to the dramatic black of the umbrella, and finally up to the gray and rainless sky]

...Conspicuous.

[wingdust]

[moths don't do well out in the cold, so this one has been inside a lot lately.

...It doesn't keep her from bouncing against the windows though, so she spent a good chunk of this evening doing that. It's something to do. And now she's tuckered out and has somehow managed to get herself perched up on top of a bookcase in a hall somewhere.

Oh, and she's currently girl-shaped. She's not sure when that happened.

But, she likes this spot and she fits up nicely there if she really keeps her light little body crunched up. She can see everybody from up here. So... that's where she's spending the rest of her evening.

Just a little mothgirl awkwardly taking up the top of a bookshelf, spying on passersby. Nothing to worry about.]

[bandagesplz]

[passersby including... this guy! who is so busy fretting about the snow that he almost doesn't even notice that Dusty is up on top of the book case. :< he's busy making buzzing noises with his brain...]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he's just checking in with everyone today. he was headed outside for his snowman madness, but its easy for him to notice and pick out said mothgirl up there on his way through the hallway.

so he'll wave.] Hey there, moth girl.

[befeathered]

[there is no such this as awkward among things-that-weren't-human-transformed-into-humans. Except maybe throwing yourself against windows. That's a little weird.

...so have a kid suddenly SCREECHING OUT OF CONCERN AT MAXIMUM VOLUME because that is definitely less weird.]

THAT WON'T WORK IT'S NOT OPEN

[just a helpful hint in case she was idk trying to vault herself outside or something.]

[ladiesss]

[ah, there is truly no rest for the wicked... as instead of going out and enjoying the patches of snow or tromping around in leaves or... I don't know, acting like a person who knows how to have fun, Krista has consistently holed herself up in the library for the last... couple of weeks.

she's apparently trying to build her own Fortress of Research, having claimed one of the comfiest armchairs and just piling stacks of books and journals around her in a system that only really makes sense to her dizzying intellect. most of these books seem to have a theme, though: myths, fairy tales, magic, sorcery, and a few sci-fi novels and history tomes scattered in the mess.

but god, she's been in there forever. someone needs to interrupt her ~taking notes~ session and remind her what human contact is like.]

[mortalcoil]

[...no rest for the wicked, indeed.

He had not expected to come back and find his favorite spot in the library so thoroughly inhabited by someone else. At first, he watched from quite a distance, because being surrounded by that many books was a sign of intelligence, and intelligence was a rare and potentially dangerous thing, especially around here.

He would only stop in briefly, once a day at the most, just long enough to see if she still had her 'camp' set up there, and pretend to be interested in things on a very different side of the library.

Now, however... since she doesn't seem to be intent on ever leaving... it's time for more intensive observation. Which, of course, means looking through the books on closer shelves and pretending not to notice her.]

[bandagesplz]

[little Monster here isn't looking so great. to be fair, he never looks that great, covered in scars and occasionally bleeding in the face area... but today he's sitting on the steps outside the front door, looking concerned and worried out at the snow.

his bandages around his arms are all stained and falling apart, and he keeps picking at his nails until they bleed and smudge up. he keeps curling up his little bare feet, too, even though they're not touching the snow or anything. he doesn't look cold, just kind of anxious and unhappy about something.

snow is weird, man.]

[tabbytastic]

[tromp tromp tromp, here she comes, heading for the front door... and slowing up a pretty good distance away when she smells blood.

...Huh. He's gotten pretty bleedy, huh?]


...What're you doing?

[ruminant]

[ Wow it's awfully cold out! Which means that warm drinks are necessary after some time outdoors.

Which means that there is one sheepy in the kitchen making some tea (he has grown to like it here), nose and ears still a bit red from the weather outside.

But on the plus side, he looks quite happy! ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[goodness. achromia makes all the blood in your face kind of easy to notice, so Robin's suffering from a similar red-nose-and-ears experience when he makes his way back into the kitchen, peeling off his totally ice-cold gloves as he walks.]

Oh, hey. [a person! neato.] Cold out there, huh?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he's building a snowman out on the front lawn.

don't you fucking judge him.




in all seriousness, though, he's got on boots and a little black scarf and a big ol' black winter coat, and he's just quietly enjoying the mental and physical requirements of making a snowman that won't fall apart the second you add a new piece. and to be fair, it's more of a horrible snow monster. he's putting extra effort into the gaping mouth and teeth and such.

(and since he's made the poor choice of fingerless gloves today, anyone's welcome to notice that his nails are painted a rather luscious red for whatever reason :I).]

[mortalcoil]

[Coil's bundled up in his halfhearted excuse for winter wear--which is mostly just a warm long-sleeved shirt and a long scarf obscuring the lower half of his face--heading inside, when he sees... whatever this is.

He's at least stopping in the snow long enough to try to figure it out. Though, with it being Robin... he's vaguely sure he doesn't really want to know]

[tabbytastic]

[it's nice and quiet in the tower, toasty warm even though the sun has gone down. It's bedtime for most people, everything winding down to tuck in away from the chilly night outside.

Which means that it's about time that someone barged in from out there, letting in all the cold air and tromping mud and slush in across the floor. Tabby is that guy tonight. It's been too long since she's made a mess of everyone's day, with all the time she's been spending away from the tower, deep out in the city. So... she's making up for lost time.

She's checking up on things. It's been a while. Literally wandering up and down all the halls, humming obnoxious Christmas carols to herself, she scopes everything out. There have been new arrivals (some of them less than ideal) so she's gotta keep her mental map of things updated. Rattling doorknobs, peeking into open rooms... smelling things... she's all over. She'll be at it all night.]

[ladiesss]

[nnnnnnnnnnnoooooo

she's back.

and Krista was dumb enough to leave her door unlocked, which means Tabby gets to come right inside and disrupt Krista's sorting of weird magical trinkets and bones and such.

she was already groaning when she heard Tabby out in the halls, but it's not like she could be very loud about it.]

[mortalcoil]

[it's also been a while since Coil has haunted the tower. Now that he's back to his old self, he's returning 'home' for a bit. He has a new list of books to steal from the library... and, perhaps more importantly, he needs to catch up on the happenings of the tower.

So, since he can't exactly wander around and find out about everyone like a normal person would--introduce himself, have a chat, be socially competent--he's going about it in a much more passive and sneaky way.

It's sort of a tradition where he's from to sit around indoors when it gets cold and idly share music, especially at places where many travelers meet, so... that's what he's doing.

Sitting off to the side in a nice out-of-the-way place in the lobby, Coil has his lap harp balanced on his legs, and is quietly keeping tabs on the rest of the room while appearing to be focused on the little tune he's playing. The sound of it seems to fit the snow falling outside, and is simple enough for him to be able to play and keep most of his attention on everything else around him at the same time]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[seeing as Robin's probably the one who brought him over in the first place, he's kind of sticking around, floating in and out of the kitchen and the other adjacent rooms of interest. but after a while he'll just settle down in a chair and sit and listen to the song, because music is one of those weird, rare things that he'll actually sit still for.]

[heresyandlace]

[this weather? The sky going gray, the moon all fat and yellow in the evenings, nature retreating into her shell and letting her limbs die off... he loves it. The cold is a little more than he's used to, but it doesn't bother him much. He's not quite dressed for it, and looks a little chilled as he wanders the grounds around the tower, but it doesn't seem to be dampening the fact that he seems almost happy.

Arms folded tight across his chest to keep out what bit of the cold he can, he's strolling and observing the late autumn foliage as if he's surrounded by springtime flowers. And when he does spot greenery that is still clinging to its color and life? ...He reaches out, touches it, inspects it... and then smiles as it shrivels and goes as lifeless as everything around it.

Just making sure that nature is doing what she should be right now.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[well, Robin was going to say hello since he's in a good mood and all that, but then he notices that Tek seems to be killing everything he touches. and that's... kind of a thing.

so he still approaches, but he looks much less cheery about it.]

...You look like you're having fun.

[which, in itself, is a dangerous statement.]

[but_heflied]

[Guess who doesn't like the snow and ice and has the most garish purple suit the world has ever seen?]

[THIS GUY, OF COURSE.]

[At the moment, he's glowering out of a window like the scrooge he is, looking like he's ready to spit out of spite because of how much he hates what he's seeing. He mutters, angrily, under his breath:]

I don't get it, how can anyone like this season...?

[heresyandlace]

[HEH. ...Guess who hates that skinny bastard, and can totally pull off purple better than he can?

This guy.

He can feel the disdain just roll off of his insect friend, so of course he has to stop by and taunt him]

...Something wrong?

[tigerhound]

[Because Sandrine is not comfortable with the whole wishing thing, she'd tried to barter some of her goods for heavier clothes. This wasn't as successful as she'd hoped, and so she's spent most of the colder weather holed up in her room. She hasn't made use of her Basenji form much, either, because it lacked a heavy coat and bodyfat needed to keep warm.]

I hate this goddamn weather.

[heresyandlace]

[you know what's funny? That thing that he said he'd get her if she turned out to be a good conversation partner over dinner, and 'forgot' to actually give her? It would have been perfect for this cold weather. Funny how that works.

So, as he hears this over the journal, he conveniently 'remembers']

Oh. Right. ...You're still here, hmm?

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[befeathered]

[There is a new kid in town, wearing the tackiest sweater that not even your grandmother would. No seriously, it has little sequins birds on it and everything. Complimenting this stellar choice in fashion include accessories like a gold chain, a candy necklace, a heart shaped locket, something that looks like it came straight of of a cheap 8 year old's jewelry making kid, a charm bracelet, and about 50 million of those multi colored silly bands.

I really hope you were enjoying that nap, or a good book, or a nice cozy moment with your tea or hot apple cider, or whatever it is you're doing, because this new kid wants to play. Unfortunately, this new kid also thinks whimsically violently pulling on someone's hair is a perfectly acceptable way to initiate a round of tag.]

[ladiesss]

[she was perfectly happy with just quietly reading up on magical theory in the lobby. PERFECTLY HAPPY. but unfortunately for her, she has a nice, convenient braid to tug on and everything.

so she lets out the quietest shout of surprise you've ever heard, spinning around to see who did that!]

H-Hey!

[forourqueen]

[Gabe doesn't generally have any issues with the cold, but it does remind him of bad places.

The resident zombie is leading his skeletal horse towards the tower, looking a bit thoughtful.

...then he swears under his breath as the undead horse loses a hoof.]

[tabbytastic]

[have an undignified snort and a cackle from somewhere behind you, dead buddy]

--You dropped something!