[A; Up on the housetop] [The first snowman is met with abject confusion. Naturally right as Cass is taking out some trash in the morning. A very quick conversation clears up that neither she nor Erwin are responsible for it, but that just raises further questions that are, momentarily, chalked up to some kind of prank.
Then another turns up. And another. A couple days later, and Cass finds herself glancing out a window to see a small congregation of misshapen snowpeople clogging the front yard.
It's... stifling. Cassandra wasn't even the sort to feel boxed in, but this 'prank' was becoming more and more unnerving by the second. Until it's... finally too much. Fine. She is mustered out of her hiding spot, and pulled out the front door to meet with her inanimate opponents.
With a snow shovel, of course.]
Enough is enough.
[With a deft twirl of the shovel in her hand, a crude if efficient weapon for what she was planning to do, she acted. Just a good strike, that was all she wanted. Knock a snowman over, obliterate some snow and ice. That's all.
So imagine her surprise when she strikes something far more solid than snow. It's hard enough that she flinches back, yet the snowman topples over, snow spilling away to reveal the rictus grin of a robbie, unmoving on the ground. Red seeps from the side of his head, staining the snow. Blood.
The shovel is most definitely dropped. Cass's hands suddenly forgetting how to hold it. For a moment, she forgets how to do most of anything.]
What-?!
[B; locked to Rapunzel and Archer] [Things do not get better from there.
The cold that grips Santa Rosita by the teeth is not letting up by any means, and neither are the supernatural happenings. The doorways to the Christmas village are still open, leading to a place that looks even worse than the "real" world does. For now.
It's little wonder that there's immediately trouble. Bless whatever strings of fate that drew Cass into the village and down to the lake... and whatever got her and Raps through a door and back into the suburbs just as quickly. From there it was a coin flip.
Archer won, and he just needs to claim his prize; it's drenched in ice-cold water, and held tightly in Cassandra's arms, all while she's doing her best to kick Archer's front door in.]
L-let us in. [Cass's teeth chatter, her lips a dark blue. But she's not the worst looking one.] Now.
[C; Run Rudolph run] [As soon as the snow started it drew up some... unfavorable images in Cassandra's mind. Images of Corona, blanketed in the same harshly falling snow, no end in sight even when you could see beyond your nose. It's a grim reminder that if the blizzard doesn't let up eventually, they'll all be buried. No, she did not come this far to die like this.
She can't stay put. For whatever reason, to check for supplies or people left behind, Cassandra ventures back into the village.
Stepping around snowdrifts and poking at what remained of the reindeer she'd seen racing around this place, Cass at least came armed this time; a baseball bat clutched in hand. Not her favorite weapon but the kitchen knife in her boot would be far better in close encounters.
Which is what happens as she tracks a trail of fresh viscera to it's source. Coming many footsteps short as the sight, and the smell, of the thing desecrating one of the reindeers hits Cass in full force.
For a moment, Cass is winded. She steps back. Something crunches underfoot. The thing looks at her. She starts running.
The wind lashes at her face, taunting her with its howling laughter in her ears, though that could have also been the beast on her tail. Every footfall of it muffled through the snow but clear enough - It is behind her, and gaining.
Maybe you've ventured out to the village, or maybe you're just on your way back to town. In either case, you may spot Cassandra, madly scrambling away from some kind of monster that's clearly gunning for her. She could definitely use an escape or, if you're brave enough, some assistance.]
[D; Wildcard] [got something you want to do with me that doesn't match any of these prompts? Put it here!]
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[The first snowman is met with abject confusion. Naturally right as Cass is taking out some trash in the morning. A very quick conversation clears up that neither she nor Erwin are responsible for it, but that just raises further questions that are, momentarily, chalked up to some kind of prank.
Then another turns up. And another. A couple days later, and Cass finds herself glancing out a window to see a small congregation of misshapen snowpeople clogging the front yard.
It's... stifling. Cassandra wasn't even the sort to feel boxed in, but this 'prank' was becoming more and more unnerving by the second. Until it's... finally too much. Fine. She is mustered out of her hiding spot, and pulled out the front door to meet with her inanimate opponents.
With a snow shovel, of course.]
Enough is enough.
[With a deft twirl of the shovel in her hand, a crude if efficient weapon for what she was planning to do, she acted. Just a good strike, that was all she wanted. Knock a snowman over, obliterate some snow and ice. That's all.
So imagine her surprise when she strikes something far more solid than snow. It's hard enough that she flinches back, yet the snowman topples over, snow spilling away to reveal the rictus grin of a robbie, unmoving on the ground. Red seeps from the side of his head, staining the snow. Blood.
The shovel is most definitely dropped. Cass's hands suddenly forgetting how to hold it. For a moment, she forgets how to do most of anything.]
What-?!
[B; locked to Rapunzel and Archer]
[Things do not get better from there.
The cold that grips Santa Rosita by the teeth is not letting up by any means, and neither are the supernatural happenings. The doorways to the Christmas village are still open, leading to a place that looks even worse than the "real" world does. For now.
It's little wonder that there's immediately trouble. Bless whatever strings of fate that drew Cass into the village and down to the lake... and whatever got her and Raps through a door and back into the suburbs just as quickly. From there it was a coin flip.
Archer won, and he just needs to claim his prize; it's drenched in ice-cold water, and held tightly in Cassandra's arms, all while she's doing her best to kick Archer's front door in.]
L-let us in. [Cass's teeth chatter, her lips a dark blue. But she's not the worst looking one.] Now.
[C; Run Rudolph run]
[As soon as the snow started it drew up some... unfavorable images in Cassandra's mind. Images of Corona, blanketed in the same harshly falling snow, no end in sight even when you could see beyond your nose. It's a grim reminder that if the blizzard doesn't let up eventually, they'll all be buried. No, she did not come this far to die like this.
She can't stay put. For whatever reason, to check for supplies or people left behind, Cassandra ventures back into the village.
Stepping around snowdrifts and poking at what remained of the reindeer she'd seen racing around this place, Cass at least came armed this time; a baseball bat clutched in hand. Not her favorite weapon but the kitchen knife in her boot would be far better in close encounters.
Which is what happens as she tracks a trail of fresh viscera to it's source. Coming many footsteps short as the sight, and the smell, of the thing desecrating one of the reindeers hits Cass in full force.
For a moment, Cass is winded. She steps back. Something crunches underfoot. The thing looks at her. She starts running.
The wind lashes at her face, taunting her with its howling laughter in her ears, though that could have also been the beast on her tail. Every footfall of it muffled through the snow but clear enough - It is behind her, and gaining.
Maybe you've ventured out to the village, or maybe you're just on your way back to town. In either case, you may spot Cassandra, madly scrambling away from some kind of monster that's clearly gunning for her. She could definitely use an escape or, if you're brave enough, some assistance.]
[D; Wildcard]
[got something you want to do with me that doesn't match any of these prompts? Put it here!]