Day 309 [Open]

[dontyoujustwish]

Who: Anya, Ibuki, Patchouli, and anyone else!
Open: Open! Mostly.
When: Day 309
Where: All over the Bastion
What: SNOW!
Format: I'll match
Warnings: It's Anya.

[For Ibuki and Patchouli]
[Sometime after lunch, Anya takes off to look for two of her best lady friends with a spellbook under her arm and some key ingredients in her pockets.

She's quite cheerful about it, a little oblivious to whatever else might have been going on lately. Cheerful, and insistent. She will track you down.]


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[Later in the day, Bastionites may be surprised to look up and notice that... it's snowing. Not only that, but the temperature has dropped.

At least in the more southerly parts of the Bastion. The farmlands might get a few sporadic flurries, but it isn't cold enough there to stick.

So if you've been missing snowmen or snowball fights or any of those activities that require winter to happen, now's your chance. It's probably not going to last very long.]

((OOC: And feel free to just use this post for mingling!]

Comments

All of the OTA, all the time. :|b - Totally open.

[darkshooter]

[Staring up at the snowfall, Shooter is...well, perhaps "bewildered" is a good word for it. It's not so much that the sight of snow or the feeling of cold is strange...although they are, kind of...but more that she's searching her memory, trying to determine when or if she's ever known these things.]

[In its own way, it is beautiful. In another, it is sad. And in one more still, it is peaceful.]

[...]

[dontyoujustwish]

It's called snow.

[Look how far her goodwill is extending today, she's even trying to be helpful to a total stranger without expecting anything in return.

Well, maybe a thank you.]

[/2]

[darkshooter]

[!]

[...]

[darkshooter]

S--

Snow.

[dontyoujustwish]

Yes, that's it.

[It's not a difficult word. Maybe this girl is not very bright. Or maybe she's just young? Anya is not good with ages.]

Have you never seen snow before?

[/2]

[darkshooter]

[darkshooter]

[...she moves her gaze downward, toward the snowy ground. Her hand moves towards her own chin, finger and thumb resting upon it; her expression turns pensive.]

[She doesn't seem to have an answer.]

[dontyoujustwish]

[Okay, maybe she is just not getting through at all.]

Can you understand me? Did you not get one of these?

[She holds up the shard pendant she's wearing around her neck that does the magical translation stuff.]

[darkshooter]

[?]

I understand you.

[Yes, that's...similar to the object she discovered a few days ago. Still in her pocket; she hasn't chosen to wear it openly.]

[dontyoujustwish]

Well, when someone asks a question, they're usually expecting more of an answer than staring off into space.

[darkshooter]

[All you get is this look back. Take from it what you will, apparently.]

[dontyoujustwish]

Staring at me isn't much better.

You aren't very successful at conversation, are you?

COMING UP - a surprisingly earnest answer:

[darkshooter]

[...]

[she shakes her head.]

[dontyoujustwish]

Honesty is a good start. Lying and beating around the bush never does anyone much good in my experience.

Actual words and sentences are also very helpful.

[darkshooter]

[... but I don't know how.]

[What's closer to the truth is she's out of practice; she technically does now how to communicate with spoken language, even if she doesn't do it well. It's also an unspoken truth that she's not comfortable trying.]

[dontyoujustwish]

...

You know, with your vocal cords? Like you did before?

I'm not a mind-reader.

[/2]

[darkshooter]

[BUT YOU CAN READ EYES CAN'T YOU]

[...this is becoming more difficult than it's worth.]

[darkshooter]

[THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR walking away now, hope you don't mind]

[dontyoujustwish]

[Anya isn't about to stop her, as it hasn't been a particularly fruitful endeavor for her either.

Still, she's going to remark as the girl walks away:]

Well, that was rude.