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!]

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[dontyoujustwish]

You're right, Patchouli, this is more important.

[By which she means they will be getting practice together for when they most likely will need to curse Ippo.

But anyway inside she goes.]

[heptagram]

[Is that necessary--

Anyway. Patchouli leads everyone upstairs, to the third floor.]

Here we are. My bedroom's up here, but we're not going in there unless we need the space.

1/2

[scary_music]

Okay, let's start-!

[She sits down-They have to sit down for this, right?]

2/2

[scary_music]

[... and then promptly falls asleep]

[dontyoujustwish]

Well, you never know. These circles can get sort of intimate...

[And then she notices Ibuki.]

Ibuki, that isn't helpful. This spell doesn't involve a sleep state.

[heptagram]

[Patchouli laughs a little bit about Anya's first statement before turning her attention to Ibuki.]

... um.

Can we can still do this with but two people?

[scary_music]

Bweh?!

[And she wakes with a start, anyway. Not a very long nap, apparently]

[dontyoujustwish]

We can, but stay awake, all right? This is a learning experience.

[Anya settles herself down cross-legged and motions for Patchouli to complete the circle before setting down her book and pulling a few things out of her pockets.]

[heptagram]

[With that, Patchouli takes her position in the circle -- carefully examining the objects Anya pulled out of her pockets.]

[scary_music]

We won't end up cursed if the spell messes up, will we?

[dontyoujustwish]

[Mun is completely bullshitting this spell BUT the items are pretty innocuous: a black candle, a flask of what appears to be water, and a small jar of what could be sand. She places the candle in the center.]

Oh, no, not with this kind of spell. It's more likely we'd be frozen.

[That's... comforting... right??]

[heptagram]

[Um.]

That's not exactly much better of a prospect, you know.

[scary_music]

W-whoa...?!

[That snaps Ibuki to alertness]

Then um... um, you know how to do the spell so we don't have to worry about getting our tushies frozen, right? Right???

[dontyoujustwish]

[Anya gives Patchouli an odd look.] Yes, it is. Compared to most of the curses I've enacted, freezing is almost pleasant.

This is also quite a bit less complicated or dangerous than curses. We'll be fine.

[heptagram]

Well, alright.

[She turns to Ibuki.] Don't worry. Your butt will be fine.

[scary_music]

Okay! Ibuki leaves the fate of her iBooty in your hands, Anyan-chan!!

[dontyoujustwish]

All right. Just try not to interrupt me during the incantation.

[She opens the jar of sandy stuff to sprinkle it in a rough circle just at their knees, lights the candle, and reaches for everyone to join hands.]

[heptagram]

I certainly won't.

[She takes Anya's hand. Then she takes Ibuki's, of course.]

[scary_music]

Ibuki will be the quietest of all until it's over!

[And she reaches out to accept both Anya's and Patchouli's hands]

[dontyoujustwish]

[What follows is an incantation in a language that probably neither of them recognize. It's not Latin. It might be Old Norse.

There's also a curious sensation of being bound together by more than just their hands, as they form a conduit for the magic. If any of them wanted to, they would find it difficult to pull away.

It seems to last longer than it does, the incantation taking less than a minute to recite. Then Anya breaks free one of her hands to toss water over the candle, dousing the flame. There's not just the expected puff of smoke, but a cold mist that starts to form and spread past them.]