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

[heresyandlace]

[eegh he wriggles his fingers to untangle them from Robin's freezing hands, and finally tries to kindly... shrug him the hell off of him]

That would be nice.

[--oh! and he suddenly stops, struck by a thought]

...I wonder if I could get those metal men to build me a fireplace this winter. [since they'd built him such a nice bathroom]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[fine fiiiine, he'll link away and keep his cold, wetness to himself. absolutely trying to warm his hands up by his mouth, though--they really are freezing.

...though he looks just as delighted by the thought of a fireplace being built in Tek's room as Tek does, I'm sure.]

Now that is a novel idea. Fully encouraged.

[heresyandlace]

[since neither of them had really picked a destination to head towards, the lobby fireplace lures him over. he's looking at it for inspiration.]

...It seems like an awful lot of work. [ash. wood. ventilation.]

And everything I have is flammable. [hmm.] Oh, and the smoke...

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[snort.] Are you giving up already?

[he's got to show him what a good idea it is! a perfect idea! he'll just kneel down in front of it, draw a little design in the soot there (a very simple circle and some squiggles), and subtly bleed on it in that finger-bitey way that he does.

and boom, you've got little sparks catching all up in there. it'll be perfect in no time.]

[heresyandlace]

I don't want my things smelling like--

[--whoa he did not know that Robin could do that. Immediately shutting up and getting closer, peering at the budding flames]

...You control fire?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Robin erases that soot circle out of habit, side-eyeing Tek despite his easy expression.]

I've got a few tricks.

[...he'll warm up his hands. :< he's sure Tek'll be busy thinking about this, now.]

[heresyandlace]

[he is thinking about it, and probably will be for a while... but he doesn't particularly want to boost Robin's ego anymore than it already is by asking about it. He'll investigate some other time.

So, he makes sure to clear his expression and stop looking so impressed]

I used to spend a lot of time around a pyromancer. ...She was fun.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[the fire has grown to a reasonable size by then. he makes sure to move about, casually adding a couple more logs to the fire... all an excuse to settle back down much closer to Tek and lean cutely against his shoulder.]

Are you saying that pyro-whatevers are fun, or that I've got a lot to live up to?

[heresyandlace]

[he'll let him settle there, as long as he still has room to slide snaky looks to Robin out of the corner of his eye]

Both.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[oh, always.]

A challenge, huh?

How was she fun?

[heresyandlace]

She was...

[heh. he leans his head back, as if he's really searching for the perfect word to sum her up]

...violent.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah... [a fire-mage with a violent streak?] That does sound like fun.

[heresyandlace]

You remind me of her, sometimes.

A little.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

A little.

[which is not really a question, but seeing as he says nothing else--what else could it be?]

[heresyandlace]

[oh, he's fine with elaborating.]

She was a brat.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh.

[...

...

...he shoves Tek over. B/]

[heresyandlace]

[oops he wasn't expecting that, so he tips right over. He doesn't go far though, so he can laugh it off]

--See?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Birds of a feather.

[but he's got kind of a begrudging smirk on his face. he knows it's true anyway.]

[heresyandlace]

[he'll right himself, and then push himself up to his feet. heading to the nearby couch instead--it's far more comfortable, and harder to be tipped over on]

I suppose I have a type.

[what can he say? brats are more fun.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he's not going to argue. but he will follow him up onto the couch... after finally peeling off his gross, soggy jacket and leaving that in a crumpled pile on the floor. it'll dry out there, right? right.

so up onto the couch he goes! to go back to draping over Tek and using him as a pillow. C:]

[heresyandlace]

[okay, with a comment like that, he probably deserved this. But it's still annoying--he'd been in the middle of trying to slither out of his own soggy jacket when Robin comes slinking, and it's not as though Robin is any less cold and wet even with his coat off.

So, he shrugs him off as much as he can until he's free of his jacket, and grimaces a little when he lets him get comfortable again. Robin's lucky that he would appreciate the added body heat, wet clothes or no]

...Yes, definitely done with snow fights. More trouble than they're worth.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Only trouble if the other person gets buried.

[he rolls his eyes, even if it's still in good humor.]

You've never been in a real snow fight. That's all forts and strategy. And stealth, too.