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ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴍᴀᴄᴇ. ([personal profile] hydraulics) wrote in [community profile] logsville2021-01-18 08:16 am

( closed ) frosty the snowman —

Who: Peter Parker and James Mace
When: Late December
Where: Just outside Christmas Village!
What: Heading back to the Winchester residence ... or so they hope. Dun dun dun.
Warnings: Rated P for Puns + Possible violence, if and/or when they run into any of the demon reindeer or creepy snowmen.

[ It’s Christmas Eve, and the sun is about to set, the sky going hazy and golden behind drifting winter clouds. For Mace, the last time these two things had coincided had been December, 2045. By March of the following year, sunsets had started becoming dimmer and dimmer, until one day —

Well, one day, the Sun hadn’t risen at all. Not in any real sense of the word. And look, Mace knows this place isn’t good news, knows all too well by now that whatever’s brought them all here means them only ill, but Christ. Being able to see the Sun again is a lining so silver, it might as well be gold.

So: it’s Christmas Eve, and instead of sitting in his ancient-looking easy chair back at home, flipping through the evening paper, Mace is out for a drive in a brown-and-grey station wagon. His eyes are pretty much locked on the sunset-tinged horizon right before he catches a glimpse of somebody trudging along the sidewalk, alone on an otherwise deserted street.

It’s ... not one of the townsfolk. Definitely not one of the godforsaken dead-eyed little shits that had been pissing him off since his arrival here. No, that looks like a teenager — and Mace frowns into the rearview mirror, because the kid looks vaguely familiar; and the station wagon screeches to a halt about ten feet away from where . And then he puts the gear into reverse, driving back slowly before stopping. ]


Hey. [ Called through the rolled down window of the station wagon. ]

You’re from the Winchesters household, right? Need a lift? [ Probably not the most reassuring of offers, considering where they are, so Mace adds, ]

My name’s Mace, I’m — I know Dean.
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[personal profile] webdesigned 2021-02-02 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
( he can't help it, he laughs. definitely not because he's having a great time (he is definitely NOT having a great time, very suddenly, no offense to his company), but because of course there's a murder reindeer on the loose. why not. the christmas village hadn't been creepy enough all on its own, so throw in a splash of spontaneous drownings, a tentacle monster, and snowmen that seem to multiply and watch you despite not being able to move. the crown jewel of the festive frights would obviously be a demented even reindeer. )

Of course Blitzen went rabid on us. You know what? I'm saying it. Not that into Christmas. ( it was weird enough being a modern jewish kid battered with quaint 60s americana-soaked festivity, but now it's trying to murder him, too? way too far. if this was some perverse scared straight, but make it about Christmas, they've shown their hand and totally blown it. Peter is going to be a straight up scrooge next year.

finally as Mace floors it and they peel off into inky suburban dark, Peter sees a better hint of what's just beyond. it's gaining on them, and unnervingly fast. animals are always unnerving in what they can do, unrestricted by the fragile limits of humanity. even still, there's something pushing the limits of possible, because yeah maybe a reindeer could hit 50MPH, but not for particularly long. as Peter is staring the thing down, he gets a sense of what it's trying before it happens.
)

I think it's going to — ( well, there was more to that thought, but it's clipped short when the creature rams the car. Peter ducks his head into the seat cushion and braces himself against the seat, and he's more or less no worse for the wear, though his glasses definitely got uncomfortably pressed against his face. he straightens again to stare at the backseat, hoping for something they can use to retaliate. a windshield scraper really isn't going to cut it? what else do they have?

well, Peter has an idea, but, Mace probably is not going to like it.
)

If it's going to keep charging, you could brake suddenly. It wouldn't have time to stop or turn, and maybe the impact would be enough to stop it. ( kill it? or at least daze it long enough to limp the car into a garage. or strand them right next to it, dazed and even more angry, in a car that no longer moves. so, there's that too. )