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Entry tags:
- !event,
- archer: ray gillette,
- archer: sterling archer,
- attack on titan: erwin smith,
- attack on titan: levi ackerman,
- dceu: diana prince,
- fate/grand order: kiara sessyoin,
- fate/grand order: leonardo da vinci,
- ffxiv: takame kesi,
- good omens: aziraphale,
- good omens: crowley,
- jjba: okuyasu nijimura,
- kipo: kipo oak,
- original character: daylight vis lornlit,
- persona 4: shinjiro aragaki,
- tangled: cassandra,
- tangled: rapunzel,
- the last of us: ellie,
- the untamed: huaisang nie,
- undertale: papyrus,
- undertale: sans
DECEMBER 2020 EVENT - PART 2
CHAPTER ONE, PART 2: AND ALL THROUGH THE HOUSE
A creature was stirring.
As Christmas grows closer, look up to the skies
Your city is in for a winter surprise
Come enter the village and see all the change
And come face-to-face with the hostile and strange
From iced-over ponds to the workshop's display
There's snowmen and reindeer to complete the holiday
And just when you think that you're safe and you're sound
You open your door and see what's to be found....
LET IT SNOW
(cw: sensations of drowning)
JINGLE BELLS
(cw: mind control)
UP ON THE HOUSETOP
(cw: death and decay, claustrophobia)
RUN, RUDOLPH, RUN
(cw: animal death and dismemberment, violence, death and decay, non-human cannibalism)
HAVE YOURSELF A MERRY LITTLE CHRISTMAS
LET IT SNOW
CW: sensations of drowning
As the gala winds down and you leave town hall to head home, there’s a bite in the air, chillier than it was when you went in earlier that day. The night sky is blanketed by clouds, which only grow heavier as night wears on. By midnight, the first few flakes of snow have begun to fall… and fall, and fall. As night becomes day and the snow keeps coming down heavier than ever, it becomes clear that Santa Rosita is experiencing an unusual snowstorm—maybe the town will get that white Christmas after all! But as the day passes, the storm shows no sign of stopping… in fact, it’s only getting worse.Over the next week and a half, a blizzard beats down upon the town. Its effects seem to vary by the hour: Though the snow never quite stops, there are times when it falls soft and fluffy, and there are times when it falls so heavily and the wind blows so fiercely that it’s impossible to see more than a few inches ahead of you. You’re welcome to pay visits to your neighbors, of course; they might need help digging out their sidewalks or hauling cords of firewood inside—especially when the electricity goes out. Hopefully you’re not caught out and about when the weather takes a turn for the worse again!
Even inside your houses, you aren’t safe from the blizzard. The first time you open your door on December 16th, feeling the blast of cold air coming from it, you think you know what’s coming. After all, you’ve certainly had enough experience with being sent to the Christmas village in the first half of the month! You sigh, resigning yourself to the long walk home… but as you pass through the door, everything changes in a way it didn’t before. Your brain doesn’t know which way is up as you find yourself underwater, breath expelling in a rush of bubbles as the shocking cold penetrates your body. Somehow you’ve come through the door and ended up beneath the lake’s surface—but the layer of ice above you has thinned and can be easily broken through to regain your feet and drag yourself out of the water to shore.
But you’d better be quick. Take too long and you might feel something grabbing at your heels, trying to pull you back underwater and further into the lake.
Here in the village, the conditions are always bad. Visibility is poor between the wind and the snow, heavy and cold and wet, and you’re soaked to the skin from your recent plunge. Thankfully, there are towels in the small building that was once the skate exchange station, and there are plenty of now-abandoned buildings around the village where you can hunker down and try to warm up before heading home. Maybe it would be a good idea to leave a spare change of clothes behind...
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JINGLE BELLS
CW: mind control
If ending up in the village is bad in the middle of the day, it's even worse at night.Beyond the freezing winds and the ice you're liable to lose your footing as you pull yourself out of the lake, it's dark as can be out here. Don’t bother looking for a Christmas star to guide you home; out here and this close to the forests, the stars and moon are blotted out by thick clouds and the snow that falls in clumps. Unfortunately, as experience has taught you by now, this is a one-way trip and the only way out is forward.
Of course, this is easier said than done. With its empty buildings and desolate pathways, the Christmas village is a husk of its former self. The cute cobblestone thoroughfares and craft stations that were filled with screaming children only a few days ago are barren and frozen over, as if left to rot in the cold. The other little faux gingerbread and peppermint stick houses aren't much better. At some point on the first day of the blizzard, the power was knocked out, plunging the village into a blackout you now have to navigate if you want to get home. All of the windows are crusted with ice, dark and empty.
Save for one.
As you walk by one particular building, a faint yellow and red glow begins to glimmer from the storefront. One by one, the tiny cottages in the miniature village diorama begin to flicker to life, gears clicking as the mechanisms start powering up. On a miniature turntable hidden behind the display, a needle drops onto a record and a tinny version of Jingle Bells begins to play. A tiny train chugs around the tracks surrounding the diorama and a wax figure of Mrs. Claus in her chair with her candy cane knitting needles rocks back and forth, and it occurs to you just what you're looking at: Santa's Workshop. There can be no mistaking it. Even in the middle of the night, you know exactly where you are.
Don't you?
The light grows, illuminating the entire storefront and spilling out onto the street. You can see everything now. The little elf figure hammering at his workbench, the one next to him sawing at a board of wood, the two balancing on a seesaw as the toy train circles beneath them. Once you take notice of it, it's impossible to look away. The light pulls you in, glowing brighter yet turning darker. Slowly, it turns from angelic, warm gold to blood red.
As strange as this is, this is the best you've felt all week. A tipsy smile at your lips, you watch the light shift into a pretty shade of red as the snow continues to fall around you. In an abstract way, you know this isn't really where you're supposed to be, but it feels so good anyway. Your home (and not your home in Shadyside, your real home), all the bad stuff that worries you and stresses you out—it all dissolves into sugar.
Dreamily, you stare off into space as the song inside the store begins to warp and deepen. Gosh, you can't remember the last time you've felt this nice. You can't remember much of anything at all, like what you were doing earlier today or how you got here to begin with.
But you do know that it's Christmas. And if there's one place everyone should celebrate Christmas in, it's Santa Rosita. Your home.
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UP ON THE HOUSETOP
CW: death and decay, claustrophobia
It's true what they say about wintertime being the cruelest time. Even in Santa Rosita, that sentiment holds true in spite of the otherwise celebratory and comfy atmosphere throughout town. For every sweet smell trickling out of your and your neighbors' houses, a sharp and cold burst of wind follows. The weather is mostly manageable during the daytime hours, but at night it's a different story. The wind can be ferocious, whistling through the naked trees with enough force to send them swaying. If the cold doesn't keep you awake, the sound of branches tapping against your windows will.
When you wake up in the morning, you'll find a new friend waiting for you outside. Sitting in the front of your yard, positioned between the mailbox and the driveway, is a snowman. Its fingers are thin and twiggy, and the branches they're connected to are arched and spread like wings stripped to the bone. Compared to all the other snowmen you've likely passed by throughout Shadyside, there's nothing particularly unique about it, save for its lumpy build and featureless face.
The snowman is still there by the time you return from school or class. This time, however, it's invited another friend: another identical snowman, this one in a different spot in the yard.
So it goes for the next several days. Every time you enter your house or go to sleep, a new snowman is waiting for you in your yard. Their placement has no rhyme or reason: sometimes you'll find one in the back of the yard, other times in a corner off to the side. Sometimes they'll be spread out. Other times—usually when you turn around or go back inside the house—they'll be clustered together in a group, facing the front window.
Eventually, there gets to be so many of them that it becomes difficult to leave the house. Inevitably, whether it be blocking your car, the driveway, or even your front door, you'll wind up dismantling one sooner or later. And when you do, you'll find more than just snow spilling out onto your feet.
Staring back at you, whether from behind the layers of snow you've knocked off the head or up from the ground, is a Robbie, still dressed in their red and green elf uniform from the Christmas village. His—or her—glassy eyes are fixed in a thousand yard stare, mouth stretched in a grinning rictus on their blue face. Within each snowman is a similar one, all of them dressed the same, all of them very much dead, all of them smiling the same mindless smiles they had when they were alive.
With any luck, you’ll wind up taking the snowmen apart by hand instead of finding out the hard way by running one over with your car.
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RUN, RUDOLPH, RUN
CW: animal death and dismemberment, violence, death and decay, non-human cannibalism
Red and white is just as lovely a Christmas combination of colors as red and green, don’t you think? White snow and red pools spread all throughout the little village. Starting on December 16th, you might be first to notice some—or perhaps you’re the unlucky one that falls against a snowbank only to discover, once you put your hands down, that the fresh fallen snow is covering something. Something wet and meaty.Another shows up the next day. And the next. And there’s not always enough snow to fully cover the carcasses that litter the village and its outskirts. Clustered by the reindeer racing courses children clapped and cheered for are what's left of the reindeer. They've been hunted, but not with knives or bows or guns. Chunks of flesh have been ripped off their bones and ribs are cracked where massive force has been applied, eyes white and milky—if they haven’t been plucked out. Some of the beasts are still alive and huddling in their stables, balking when the doors are open or bolting, as fast as their long strides can take them, out toward the Old Growth. Careful you don’t get in their way!
By the 18th, none of the reindeer are alive inside the stables. There aren’t enough corpses to account for the whole herd you’d seen before (bored and spoiled, wreaths around their necks). But if you follow the sounds of crunching, the wet and sticky humidity of breath, and the smell that rises up and above the dung and rot of desiccated corpses—
There, hunched over a kill, is a thing with just as many bones visible as mangy flesh upon its back. And when its head turns round, there are fangs in its mouth and claws on five-fingered paws, and both are stained deep scarlet—there are antlers bleached as white as snow—and its red eyes are socket-deep, dilated, and suddenly fixed on you.
Let’s hope you can run on ice and snow!
The creatures are looking for more food now that the reindeer have all been hunted down. Lingering in the village, slow and sluggish on all fours unless they rise to two broad feet and sniff the air, they are massive beasts. Not men, not deer, not Christmas cheer, that’s for darn sure. Unless a human happens by, they will stay in their place—the village, far from town square and blizzard-covered Main Street. If they catch sight of someone, they will pursue them with surprising speed to the ends of the earth-—or at least right up to your front door or until you manage to lose them. They’ll search long and hard, sniffing with their skeletal snouts on hand and far-too-human knee, before giving up and heading back toward their village home. Unless someone else crosses paths with them, that is.
The lights on homes and fires burning in hearths seem to deter them... unlike silver, salt, or sharpened knives (unless they are made of iron or steel), which just bring the deer rearing up onto their back legs to tower up and over you, antlers blotting out the wintry sun, ribs bulging beneath their thin and ripping skin. The cold doesn’t bother them despite their hunger—aren’t reindeer native to the arctic? Perhaps that explains why ice has no effect and they appear from the blizzard as if it was as harmless as a hearty breeze. All the speech you ever can hear is the hunting cry they make—the full body bellow of a thing in pain and rage and determined to survive at your expense.
Unless you can outrun them.
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HAVE YOURSELF A MERRY LITTLE CHRISTMAS
At midnight, December 25th, everything stops.
Peek out your window and there is only peaceful, picture-perfect snow. No blizzards and no blackouts. No stalking deer, no bodies and no snowmen, save the ones that the Anderson children put up on Midwich Street. The Christmas village is gone—no teleporting doors, no lights, no reindeer (at least that you can see or find)—as if it had never been there at all. Only lightly falling snow and cars in the driveway, families at home just as they ought to be—eating cookies, drinking milk, opening the presents spilling out from under the tree. Santa has been generous this year!
And don’t think he’s forgotten you, either!
For those of you who wrote Santa a letter, a box will be waiting on your front doorstep. Try as you might, you can’t find any footprints in the snow, and you certainly didn’t hear any knock on the door or ringing of the bell. It’s addressed specifically for you, along with a little note written in someone’s (very best attempt at) cursive:
I’m sorry if you got hurt
Please don’t be mad
Merry Christmas
P.S. I tried my best to get you what you asked for
Peek out your window and there is only peaceful, picture-perfect snow. No blizzards and no blackouts. No stalking deer, no bodies and no snowmen, save the ones that the Anderson children put up on Midwich Street. The Christmas village is gone—no teleporting doors, no lights, no reindeer (at least that you can see or find)—as if it had never been there at all. Only lightly falling snow and cars in the driveway, families at home just as they ought to be—eating cookies, drinking milk, opening the presents spilling out from under the tree. Santa has been generous this year!
And don’t think he’s forgotten you, either!
For those of you who wrote Santa a letter, a box will be waiting on your front doorstep. Try as you might, you can’t find any footprints in the snow, and you certainly didn’t hear any knock on the door or ringing of the bell. It’s addressed specifically for you, along with a little note written in someone’s (very best attempt at) cursive:
Please don’t be mad
Merry Christmas
P.S. I tried my best to get you what you asked for
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OOC INFO
Happy holidays and welcome to part two of our December event! As always, feel free to top-level for this event, tag around, or utilize our network and log communities for your snowy-spooky posts.
As with part one of the event, mod-controlled NPCs will not be available for this event. You are, however, free to use the Santa Rosita Police Department and Robbies as player-controlled NPCs if you feel they are appropriate for your threads. Need more information? Direct your attention over to our NPC page for the most up-to-date info on your fellow townspeople.
Regular teleporting to the village still happens; the lake is now just an added destination. If you still would like your character to appear in the village but wish to avoid the lake prompt, doors still will randomly teleport you to the village as they did in the first half of the month. Each prompt with peril only can result in death to your character if that is how you would prefer the thread to go. Remember: just because a monster is chasing you or you teleport into the lake doesn’t mean there isn’t a place around for them to hide and get warm! For this event we don’t want people to feel forced to kill their characters. Consider built-in survival options as a gift from mods to players this time... except for the monster in the lake.
Well, we wouldn't say monster, but you didn't think you were the only ones in town with a home, did you?
Whatever's living in the lake can be staggered and caught off-guard, so fighting back against it if it catches you is possible—possible, but not a good idea. You'll never get a thorough enough look to even know what it is you're fighting.
Characters who end up getting caught by it will only have one chance to fight it off long enough to escape and swim to safety. While you can technically stick around in the lake and attempt to search, you do so at your own peril. Staying for any longer than you have to or trying to seek whatever-it-is out will be a death sentence for your character. Please remember to report all deaths and crimes that would be worthy of Tranquilization on their appropriate page here.
Any questions can go in our FAQ thread below. Try to check and see if your question has already been answered on the plotting thread first here.
As with part one of the event, mod-controlled NPCs will not be available for this event. You are, however, free to use the Santa Rosita Police Department and Robbies as player-controlled NPCs if you feel they are appropriate for your threads. Need more information? Direct your attention over to our NPC page for the most up-to-date info on your fellow townspeople.
Regular teleporting to the village still happens; the lake is now just an added destination. If you still would like your character to appear in the village but wish to avoid the lake prompt, doors still will randomly teleport you to the village as they did in the first half of the month. Each prompt with peril only can result in death to your character if that is how you would prefer the thread to go. Remember: just because a monster is chasing you or you teleport into the lake doesn’t mean there isn’t a place around for them to hide and get warm! For this event we don’t want people to feel forced to kill their characters. Consider built-in survival options as a gift from mods to players this time... except for the monster in the lake.
Well, we wouldn't say monster, but you didn't think you were the only ones in town with a home, did you?
Whatever's living in the lake can be staggered and caught off-guard, so fighting back against it if it catches you is possible—possible, but not a good idea. You'll never get a thorough enough look to even know what it is you're fighting.
Characters who end up getting caught by it will only have one chance to fight it off long enough to escape and swim to safety. While you can technically stick around in the lake and attempt to search, you do so at your own peril. Staying for any longer than you have to or trying to seek whatever-it-is out will be a death sentence for your character. Please remember to report all deaths and crimes that would be worthy of Tranquilization on their appropriate page here.
Any questions can go in our FAQ thread below. Try to check and see if your question has already been answered on the plotting thread first here.
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[There's a sigh and a frown while she takes another look over at the snowmen. If it's a prank she doesn't get it. If it's some sort of childish whimsy...well, she really doubts it is, but then she doesn't get it either. And if it's something malicious like the children, then it sure is taking its time for anything awful to happen.]
So if it's a test, I imagine it's one I've failed. The only thing I've learned is that having a tree in the house doesn't seem to keep them away.
[So that's something, at least?]
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honestly, the only thing that comes to mind was— ] Maybe getting rid of the snowmen will, you know, get rid of them. For good. Whoever is doing this will see we’re annoyed and, hopefully, stop this shit.
Do you have a shovel or something? We can get started. [ it looks like she has more snowmen than he does in his yard. he should help her and papyrus out while he can. (and more excuses to stay out of the house the better.) ]
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Oh yes, it should be in the garage if I remember right. I believe it was put away the last time it was used.
[So it should still be there! Assuming the garage isn't going to suddenly be blockaded by snowmen if she looks somewhere else for a moment. Or blinks.]
I typically don't like to discourage people, but in this case, I'll make an exception. I certainly hope removing at least one will keep more from visiting my home.
[So she'll start walking over to the garage. And hopefully won't open the door to a bunch of snowmen either!]
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[ might as well do something as she opens the garage
and hopefully won't open the door to a bunch of more snowmen.it never hurts to multitask, he tells himself. faster they get to snowmen breaking, the sooner they'll clear the yard of the alarmingly increasing collection. plus, it's helping out a friend and he's always down for doing that. it's the season of giving, after all.
so daylight goes to the nearest snowman, grabs the head of it, and tries to pull it off- then, out of the blue, daylight lets out an alarmed shout: ] OH WHAT THE FUCK-
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But it does get her to move a fair bit quicker than she might otherwise, grabbing the shovel and turning around with a startled look on her face.]
Are you all right?
[Her first thought is that the snowman finally did something instead of just appearing, but from what she can see, it doesn't look like that's the case.]
Did something happen?
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no. eyes on the frozen person before him. ] It's a person, Kiara. There's a body built in the fucking snowman. Look! I'm not joking around!
[ he gestures towards the face he accidentally revealed when his hands, instead of lifting the head off, crushed the snow, causing it to crumble down his grip and reveal ears, eyes, and a wide, wide citrus grin.
isn't this the guy who helped him and erwin get an outfit that one time he wound up in the village? ]
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[Okay, now she'll actually take a look at the snowman and that sure is a person. Yup.]
...oh. That poor man.
[Her reaction's pretty understated by comparison. She certainly looks displeased about this. Definitely not happy with frozen corpses inside snowmen, but she's not particularly shocked or appalled. To borrow from a protagonist in another Fate series, she's used to seeing dead bodies. Though admittedly, not usually with such a grotesque expression on their face.]
How could this have happened?
[If anything, now she has more questions about the snowmen. Not just who's putting them in yards and how, but how are these people getting into them? Are they being killed first or were they alive when they became snowmen? And so on and so forth. None of them are pleasant questions, but they're ones she'd like answers for.]
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well. how kiara isn't reacting, really. it throws him off, he's not going to lie. daylight knows the others are from different worlds, different realities. they've all probably been through wild stuff or experiences to take their situation, in general, with great stride. (and without someone breaking down or attacking the people of the town, demanding answers or information.)
s t i l l. ]
You are very— [ he pauses, his mouth twisting as he tries to find a word or a phrase that both captures ‘accurate’ and ‘polite for seeing a dead corpse encased in the snow’ here. ] —calm about this situation.
[ yep. that‘s going to be how he‘ll word it. ]
... Okay. What do we do now? I don't feel comfortable calling the cops because, not to be rude or anything, this is not good optics on you and your partner, Kiara.
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It's unfortunately far from the first time I've seen a dead person. It doesn't make it any less terrible, but...
[But she finds it incredibly difficult to have a larger reaction to it. Both because she's seen a lot of corpses before and also because she considers the townspeople to not really count as human as the rest of them, and certainly not as much as herself. Not that she'll get into that, she'll keep the more unpleasant parts of her mindset under her hat for now.]
But you're right, something does need to be done about this. And I agree that calling most likely wouldn't help. Not only could it create issues for myself and Papyrus, not that either of us had anything to do with this man's awful fate, but there's also the larger issue of other snowmen in other yards...
[Because those could have people inside them too...
This one is definitely the most pressing issue right now, but since that thought occurred to her, she figured it best to voice it.]
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no need to knock it because he lives in a glasshouse and is aware of it.
for now, he opts to shelve that (for now? for good? he'll decide later) and tackle the more pressing matter at hand: the fucking snow corpse. that's a big enough dilemma to keep him and kiara occupied.] Okay... I guess the best thing we need to do is see if this poor guy is an isolated incident.
[ or if, urgh, this is happening everywhere else. he suddenly is reminded of the snowmen on his lawn and oh fuck- there's so many of them near his door. ]
I guess we can start your lawn. You have several more here.
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I can't say I like this idea, but it has to be done.
[So she'll start walking over towards one of the others, stopping once she's in front of it.]
Ah, I hate to ask this is of someone, but could you please stay with that one. I'd rather not leave it unattended and have to explain to anyone who might happen by.
[She'd like to focus on one issue at a time, so with that, she'll reach up, brush some snow away from this one's face and...yup, that sure is another glassy eyed grin staring at her from under the snow.]
This one as well.
[She'd really like to be surprised by this, but after one snow corpse, the idea of more is definitely not out of the question.]
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I would say take your time but, um, I rather not be left alone with Snowcone and Frozone. [ and with that said, he’s also going to scoot a foot or three away from them.
he won’t be running off anytime soon, don’t worry. daylight is merely getting the best of both worlds from this: keeping an eye on the frozen bodies and keeping scout of the streets but also keeping said frozen bodies from being within his ‘suddenly rising from the dead to try and strangle him to death’ reach. ]
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[What's the proper way to bring up how she feels about those nicknames? They're disrespectful of course, she can't say she approves, but it's well within human nature to say things like that, so at the same time she doesn't take too much issue with it.
...basically the short version of this introspection is that she's frowning a little as she goes from snowman to snowman, finding more or less the same thing.]
I imagine some might react a bit more...strongly to giving them nicknames.
[Not her though.
Anyways, with her surveying done, which wow, that was not fun, these are Christmas presents, she would've preferred to not unwrap. With that done, it looks like there was one in each snowman.]
...what to do with this? We can't leave them like this...
[Or maybe they can, it's not ideal, but they could put the snow back up and leave them be until someone figures out what to do about them.]
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it takes him a second to realise why the nicknames would be tasteless and, when it does, he winces and feels shame. for these people maybe strange and eerie and maybe/maybe not involved with what’s going on, freezing to death is a terrible way to go.
he really was hanging out with nightbreak too much, huh? ]
Sure. Sorry about that. [ he scratches the back of his head, clearly feeling bad for his thoughtless comments. he’s a little more respectful and serious while kiara does her surveying, keeping any ill-advised wisecracks to himself and thinking of what to do with the newly discovered corpses.
though, unfortunately, it doesn’t look like he has an answer when she asks for his input: ] The chances of someone finding them by accident, newspaper or snowball, or running it over, are pretty big.
... I guess the best thing we can do is try to at least— [ he’s going to hate himself for saying this but ] —move them further in the lawn? That way we can keep them from within arms’ reach of others passing by.
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[Working on an oil rig was certainly an eye opening experience to people being callous about things. Admittedly hers was far from a typical experience, but still! It counts!
As to moving them...]
I think that would work. Further into the lawn, though preferably not too close to the house or the driveway. I'm afraid I still don't entirely trust them to not to do something.
[Plus the thought of walking to the door or the car and being flanked by snow corpses is a little creepy. Not that she's worried or anything. It's just concerning.]
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daylight would roll up his sleeves but, um, it's cold and he'd like to keep contact with the snow to a minimal. he'll metaphorically roll up his sleeves and get cracking.
first- start making a path for the snow corpses to be pushed on. he starts digging up a path from where the body is to a spot that's relatively far from the sidewalks but not near the house or drive away, trying to make the future pushing easy as possible. ]
What a December- Stuck in a weird place. Stuck in a human body. Stuck with corpses most likely on the lawn- [ he sighs, huffing from exertion and annoyance. ] Do you also have a feeling something fucky will be happening in the future?
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Most likely. I'm beginning to think what happened in October, or at least what I remember is the norm, not an exception.
[In that weird shit can be expected. Or well, weirder than the average every day weird shit with the creepy stepfordized townspeople and all that.]
And forgive me if you've stated this before, but you weren't originally human?
[Kiara's not particularly thrown off by that as she shovels snow out of the way. Definitely not the first nonhuman she's met, but it beats talking about frozen snow corpses.]
That must be even more of an adjustment than not being from this time period.
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Yeah, I wasn't fully human before coming here. I was a hybrid so half-human, half-mechanoid. [ it's been... a weird adjustment period, sure, but it could have been worse, all things considered. knowing there were others in the same boat as him, in more ways than one, helps him not lose his mind while struggling with some functions or parts he never had to worry about until now. they're all in this together, one way or another.
and it helps that ] This isn't my first rodeo when it came to weird shit either. It's the weirdest, hands down, but not the first time I got abducted and atuff.
[ he pauses, looking away, hands stilling in the snow. ] It is the first time I don't know for sure where my friends are. I hope they're doing okay.
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[She means that even if what she's picturing almost certainly isn't accurate. She has limited experience with robotics barring Servants like Danzo or Babbage who really aren't the kind of things he's talking about.
Of course, she'll put her interest aside and be sympathetic about his friends. She can't entirely understand that given her own peculiarities, but there are some faces she misses seeing around as well.]
But I do hope your friends are all right.
[She's almost got a path cleared at this point. What she wouldn't give for any of her abilities that would make this go faster. Though admittedly adding some of them to this situation probably wouldn't make things less awful.]
Admittedly, I have been trying to focus on the situation at home and not those I've left behind, but I do hope they're all right.
[She does wonder how Ritsuka is faring with...all that mess. But it's less that she wishes she was there to help (she really doesn't do much) and more is there even going to be a Ritsuka when she gets back? She'd be terribly disappointed if there wasn't, though she guesses it is a possibility.]
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shaking his head, daylight tries to bring back his typical enthusiasm and cheer. no need to be a debbie downer and there's been something he wants to point out since thinking about this bit for a while, ] I guess the bright side to this is that we don't have to worry about them being here with us. If they're not here, it should mean they're back home, safe.
[ better than nothing.
okay. with the help of kiara and a bit of elbow grease, they manage to clear out a path for the 'snowman' and, in his opinion, it looks okay? definitely looks smooth and deep enough to make this easy for them. fingers crossed. ]
I think I've got this... one by myself. Can you stand by the side, though, just in case anything- [ he really doesn't want to say it but he needs to. ] Urgh. In case anything falls off? And to watch for anyone coming down the sidewalk?
[ he is not taking chances. ]
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[Gets her away from the snowmen too. She's tired of shoveling snow around corpses, so the break is definitely welcome.]
Besides, I think you're better suited to moving these around than I am.
[She's pretty sure she'd need his help to move them, which defeats the purpose of having someone stand guard in the first place.]
In fact, if you'll excuse me.
[She'll just walk past him, she's not abandoning him or anything, it just appears one of the Robbies was heading this way and Kiara's heading over to redirect their attention elsewhere. Definitely no time like the present to start moving snowcorpses, Daylight.]
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it's a good thing kiara is redirecting the attention of the robbie from daylight's antics. it is very obvious that daylight is sliding a snowman across the line on a premade path, looking like he's doing his best to disarm a bomb and not redecorating a very festive, heavily populated lawn.
daylight is halfway through the task when he sees the head is attempting to slide off thanks to the gravity of the hat. it forces him to halt his pushing and attempt to fix it, scooping snow from the ground and packing it on the 'snowman'.
er- you might want to give daylight a bit more time, kiara. looks like there's a bit of a delay for this snow delivery and the robbie is getting super interested in what all that commotion over there, is! ]
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So there's going to be a talk about holiday spirit versus decorating normally like the neighbors. This includes talking to them about how this is really her first traditional Christmas and what a big deal this is to her and so on and so forth.
Occasionally her eyes linger back to Daylight to make sure there aren't more mishaps. It might be clear this isn't her first time playing distraction, though it's honestly not a role she's had to fill in a while.]
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once he's sure there's going to be no snowy head decapitation on his end, daylight resumes pushing the snowman to the spot. it takes a few more tries and there's another almost mishap but he does it.
it just happens to be out of sight of the robbie too. so when they finally manage to sneak a peek behind kiara, their brand of chipper curiosity getting the better of them again, daylight and the offending snowman in question are no longer in view. (with daylight needing to throw himself on the ground to achieve the 'no one is here, just us perfectly innocent snowmen' look. ]
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Aren't they nice? I'm not sure who made them, possibly some of the children decided things weren't festive enough.
[With Daylight out of sight, she'll throw a few meaningless comments out until the townsperson wanders off, presumably to go pester someone else about their holiday décor.]
I think it's safe to come out now.
[She'll quietly say this. Just loud enough for him to hear, but hopefully not loud enough that she'll have to explain the strange man hiding in her yard to the Robbie if they wander back.]
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we can wrap it up here! o7 stoked for them to have more chances to thread!
that's what I was thinking too, so that sounds good!