яσвιи яє∂вяєαѕт (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
accordancy2012-11-17 08:41 pm
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in accordancy2012-11-17 08:41 pm
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!]]
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!]]
no subject
M-Monster doesn't like shoes.
[don't judge him.]
...mrmmrmmmhm, Tabby Mom?
no subject
and, ugh, is she really going to keep holding him like this? this is all kinds of uncomfortable]
What.
no subject
[wiggle wiggle :<]
no subject
[which, she could maybe show him if she puts him down. And she really just wants to put him down in general. But he's going to shriek again, and that shit gives her a headache. So, after looking down for a minute and thinking really hard about it, she steps off her own shoes and nudges them around to sit on the snow in front of her.
Her bare feet sink into the snow now, but that doesn't seem to bother her so much. Once her shoes are in place, she kind of... lowers Monster's feet into them. They're too big and probably already kind of cold and wet since they're not cut out for snow, but maybe it'll keep him from whining so loud in her head]
...There.
no subject
he's looking down at his feet.]
...Tabby shoes.
no subject
[she takes a step back, kind of making sure that he's remaining upright and standing on his own. She doesn't want him wobbling over and hanging on her or snagging her with tentacles or anything else weird.]
Now look. Snow is fun. [she gives some of it a pretty good kick, sending a flurry splattering off to the side]
You can make snowmen and build snow forts and shit. [reaching down to scoop up a handful and pack it up into a little snowball]
no subject
and he starts making those thinking noises, the buzzing and humming.]
no subject
...Eventually, she loses her patience and steps over, crouches down in front of him... and takes both of his hands and squishes them into the snow, making handprints and then smashing snow into a shape between them]
See, it's like clay. But cold.
no subject
[and it's very difficult to tell if he telepathically said the word "ding" very, very well, or if his brain actually made a real dinging sound. either way, some neurons must have connected, since he starts squishing the snow together between his hands himself.]
Mm, Monster knows what clay is.
no subject
[she straightens up and quietly hopes that squishing snow around will help clean off his hands. ...That's probably going to be the grossest snowball around.]
You can make snowmen, snowballs, snow forts, snow... uh...
[wait, there was another one. Hang on, it's been a while]
...Oh, snow angels. Snow anything, I guess.
no subject
Men of snow... Mmrm...
[aaaand then he picks it up and eats it.
...well, he takes the part of it that doesn't crumble back down onto the ground and drops that in his horrible gaping hole of a mouth.]
no subject
And that was your first snowcone. ...Gross.
no subject
It's water...?
no subject
[and now she's fighting the urge to just shove him into the snow and whitewash him to finish cleaning him off.]
no subject
Monster knows ice. Ice isn't scary, unless it grows into sharp things.
no subject
[oh, but that's totally not the point. trying to not freak him out, here.]
--Oh, and there's snowball fights, too. [innocently scooping up another handful of snow now]
no subject
Are they nice fights? Monster does not like mean ones.
no subject
...but it really is the most pathetic throw she can possibly manage. She's going for a harmless pff! of snow hitting his chest, here.]
no subject
...What has good hands for throwing? Monster's fingers will fall off.
no subject
[they kind of have hands, right? ...or something.
...it's really just because he was a bear before.]
no subject
he lifts all his feet up, one at a time, awkwardly trying to get used to this crazy snow thing.]
no subject
[man up, dude. ...and, now that he's something that looks arguably less pathetic than a skinny, bleedy little kid, she stoops again. Repeating the earlier steps, she scoops up snow, packs it into a shoddy snowball shape, and tosses it at... what is now a small bear]
no subject
no subject
No, I said snowball fight.
[she bumps him back with her leg. maybe wants to knock him onto his furry butt in the snow]
Run around or something.
no subject
[which is some Monster equivalent of a bear, noise, probably, as he stumbles away and rolls over again. but he'll take the order! gets back up onto his feet and starts running around on his silly little bear legs :>]