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!]]

Comments

[wingdust]

[oh! oh!

her eyes get big and she smiles and she reaches her hand down toward him--!]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[oh... she's too cute when she's all girl-shaped. he'll chuckle to himself and figure, hey, why not... and walk up closer to the bookshelf so that he can stretch up and maybe manage to reach her hand.]

[wingdust]

[oh, well, if she half-hangs off the bookcase, she can totally reach his hand.

And then, if she suddenly rests her tiny weight forward on that hand and leans even farther with her other one, balancing carefully as long as he doesn't let her drop, she can reach toward his face.

She wants to touch his forehead! ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[...well, you have fun with those acrobatics, kid. he at least won't drop her.]

You're lucky you're so cute.

[wingdust]

[just gonna balance there like it's nothing, and stick her fingers under his bangs so she can pet his forehead.

Which means he'll also get treated to a constant stream of happy greetings dumped into his head. Kind of a "hiii hi hi hihihi"]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[...ugh. cute.]

Hello to you too. How are you today?

[wingdust]

[he's going to have sparkly dust all over his bangs.

And she's doing good today! It's cold outside but she's in here, so she's not dead.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Not dead is a pretty good way to be.

[yeah, that'll be there for a while. moth particles.]

[wingdust]

[it's one of the best ways to be, and most of the other moths are already dead, so she's doing pretty good!

And she wonders how he's doing. He's not something that dies in the cold, right?]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

No, no. I have a high internal temperature, and such.

[verses whatever moths have :/]

[wingdust]

[oh, yeah. moth's don't have that.

unless they fly into fire.

...annnd then her mind maybe goes wandering over that thought. mmm, fire...]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

...Yeah. How you even survive the week is a mystery.

[wingdust]

[oh! she didn't, actually. :>]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh. [...well that doesn't make sense.] Then how come you're still here?

[wingdust]

[some woobly confused thoughts for a minute. she doesn't understand the question--she's usually here...]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

If you didn't survive the week, you should be dead.

And you look pretty alive, which is unusual for dead people.

[he knows that death is a little fucked up around here, but usually it takes weeks... or months... for someone to show up again.]

[wingdust]

[she looks alive because she is alive! and it's great! she's really enjoying it.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[...yeeeeeah he's willing to chalk that all up to the moth girl being weird. and technically a bug.]

Well... more power to you, I guess.

[wingdust]

[more power, huh? ...she wonders if that would help...]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Not dying? Usually.

[...but his arm is starting to get kind of uncomfortable holding her up like this, so he slowly... nudges her up... back towards the shelf...]

[wingdust]

[oh, or she could just turn back into a bug and fly around. that would probably help his arm even more.

wheee~]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[much better! he'll take his arm back, flex out his wrist...]

Well, have fun being alive, I guess.

[wingdust]

[she will! like bouncing recklessly against the nearby window--she is all over that. she'll be there for hours.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[you have fun with that, little moth girl. he'll go back to doing whatever he was doing before.]