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

[tabbytastic]

[while she tosses the snowball into the air and catches it a couple times, she watches him hum and buzz and think way too much about this.

...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.

[bandagesplz]

...ding!

[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.

[tabbytastic]

There. Good.

[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.

[bandagesplz]

[yeah, as soon as his fingers start numbing up, he doesn't even notice the stinging. he starts constructing a lump of... something. and it is definitely going to get his hands clean.]

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.]

[tabbytastic]

[as much as she likes blood, watching him eat rust-colored snow is pretty stomach-turning]

And that was your first snowcone. ...Gross.

[bandagesplz]

[he... makes a bit of a face. he was expecting more flavor.]

It's water...?

[tabbytastic]

Yeah, like ice. ...Sort of.

[and now she's fighting the urge to just shove him into the snow and whitewash him to finish cleaning him off.]

[bandagesplz]

[...he giggles.]

Monster knows ice. Ice isn't scary, unless it grows into sharp things.

[tabbytastic]

You've obviously never fallen into a frozen lake, then.

[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]

[bandagesplz]

[Monster DOES make an uncomfortable sound, but it's not because he's scared so much as it is that he had a reeeeally horrible father figure.]

Are they nice fights? Monster does not like mean ones.

[tabbytastic]

[she throws the snowball at him, to demonstrate.



...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.]

[bandagesplz]

[and it does harmlessly go pff. he looks very surprised that it did so, sweeping the cold ice away from his shirt.]

...What has good hands for throwing? Monster's fingers will fall off.

[tabbytastic]

...Bears?

[they kind of have hands, right? ...or something.


...it's really just because he was a bear before.]

[bandagesplz]

[Monster at least knows what a bear is, so that's close enough for him! and then poof, he's a bear. a cute little brown bear with a red collar and a confused look, standing very much outside of Tabby's shoes.

he lifts all his feet up, one at a time, awkwardly trying to get used to this crazy snow thing.]

[tabbytastic]

You're furry. Stop that.

[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]

[bandagesplz]

[when the snow hits him, he crunches up in surprise--but ends up rolling back up onto his back and wiggling his little bear arms around a little. he rolls back up fast, though! and trundles over towards Tabby to go bump into her leg. C:]

[tabbytastic]

[...the bear gets the flattest look when it comes over and is friendly]

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.

[bandagesplz]

Mrhuuur?

[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 :>]