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MINGLING POST

[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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[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.]

[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.]

[Her eyes slide over to him, slow and desperately trying to hide her surprise.

Dude. It's the mind reader.

Sup, mind reader.]

[he doesn't seem to mind her surprise! in fact, he seems mostly oblivious to it as he peeks over at her.]

Hello, lady. She doesn't like outside?

[No. No she doesn't like outside.

A brief headshake, to go along with the thought.

Well... she doen't like outside right now.

Why? She wonders if he likes outside, with his bandages and bare feet.]

Monster doesn't know.

[he wiggles his bare feet.] Hrrm... It's cold...

[A sad nod. Yes. Yes it is cold.

Jinx hates cold.]

Mhhrm. Monster would make it warmer for the Lady outside, but he doesn't know how. Monster isn't good at that.

[he thoughtfully sucks on one of his fingers. what a dilemma.]

[...Oh.

Oh, he wanted to help.

That was so... sweet.

Jinx didn't really understand it.

Hesitantly, she reaches a hand out to pat his arm awkwardly. There there.]

[he flinches. ...but then looks apologetic that he did, and tries holding very, very still instead.]

Does Lady want to do anything else?

Monster won't go out until Tabby Mom says he can.

[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.]

[She narrows her eyes at him in a glare. Of course she's still here, where else would she be? Huh?

In the snow? Like an idiot?

...Ugh. Fine. Have a vague head nod that is either acknowledgement of his correct-ness or a hello.]

[negative attention is still attention. he'll take it, stuffing his his hands in his pockets.]

And I'm still being set with glares, I see.

[She visibly rolls her eyes, tugging at the ends of her hair and refusing to respond unless he has something better to give her.

Because glaring didn't work at all.]

You are one of the least friendly people I have ever met.

[a complete lie. he's met much worse. but still, it won't stop him from stepping closer.]

How can I fix that, huh?

[Say something interesting? How's she supposed to know?

Her head tilts the slightest bit in his direction, waiting for something better than that question.

She might offer a little shrug, though.]

[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?

[Her face pulls into something that's almost a pout.

No. No it's not pretty. It's hideous and clean.]

...No.

No?

[he pretends to sound surprised, though he doesn't particularly care if she buys it or not]

Why not?

[Her usually-smooth face draws into a scowl, and everything that ran through her head sounded petulant.

She just shrugged.

Because. That's why.]

Cuz.

[just a little more of a smirk. he's totally keeping up the questions]

Do you dislike it because it's cold, or do you really have something against the aesthetics of it?

[because people seem to get the two mixed up a lot around here. complaining about one when their problem is really with the other]

[She turned sharply away from the window, sending her hair twirling with her to flick him in the face.

That's what you get for asking too many questions.]

Too white.

[with a slightly undignified pfft, he takes a step back.

Fine, point taken.

He'll take a slightly different approach to things, then]

...I can't help but imagine that you must be terribly bored, here.

[She hesitates. Wonders, for a brief moment, if he'd be a new Boss-man. Her eyes slide over his face once, quickly, assessing.

Then she gives a quick jerk of a nod.

SO bored. So very, very bored.]

[a considering look is better than a dismissive look, no matter the reason. he'll take it.]

Well, then why are you spending so much time avoiding and turning away things that could be fun? Or, at least entertaining enough to spend your time on.

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