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strangetrip2018-12-15 06:39 am
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Entry tags:
- alec mcdowell,
- annie may parker,
- bo dennis,
- bradley baker,
- bucky barnes,
- buffy summers,
- caroline forbes,
- clarice fong,
- coby ward,
- curnen overbay,
- dean winchester,
- gartrett corbie,
- hugo "hurley" reyes,
- jack o'neill,
- jag,
- jane doe,
- killian jones,
- liz parker,
- loki,
- makoto kimura,
- maria deluca,
- marie-ange colbert,
- mary winchester,
- mia,
- miguel rivera,
- mildmay foxe,
- moana,
- molly carpenter,
- ned leeds,
- ororo munroe,
- peter parker,
- peter quill,
- snow white,
- sunny nwazue,
- the doctor,
- thor odinson,
- tony stark,
- tyrone johnson,
- valkyrie,
- vex'ahlia,
- xavin
[GP] SNOW DAY
Thor and Loki got an early start, because there was a lot to do. Almost two weeks to the day since their first small-but-successful experiment with snow, Loki was confident that he'd improved enough for a bigger experiment. Still snow, because Thor wanted it and it did seem like a decent way to try something big-ish without causing Loki unnecessary grief with the other residents. (It was an arrival day, so there would perhaps be some grief with any new arrivals, but that was entirely acceptable.)
It was before dawn when they went out into the grounds. Thor called up clouds and loaded them with water so they hung low and heavy, covering the sky so that the sun, when it rose, wouldn't ruin the event. Loki took his frost giant shape and staff (now very familiar to his hand) and concentrated on dropping the temperature. Just around the Inn and grounds, but that was enough to be serious effort.
When the snow first started, the flakes were big and wet, and melted as soon as they hit the ground, which was still on the warm side. As they melted, they cooled the ground. After an hour or so, the flakes were smaller and more powdery - real snow, not glorified slush - and they were starting to stick to the ground.
By mid-morning, the Inn and grounds were covered with a thick layer of snow, and it continued to fall.
***
Meanwhile, indoors and inspired by the snow, Hurley and Xavin decided to try and make cookies. Cooking together was fun, since neither of them exactly knew what they were doing apart from 'follow the recipe', but since the point was 'try to make cookies' they ended up with a lot of cookies. Sugar cookies, gingerbread, all kinds.
There was no way they'd be able to eat all of them.
Instead, they loaded them onto trays and hauled them to the cafe, then brought out various frostings and candies for decorating. This had been completely intentional. Completely.
It was before dawn when they went out into the grounds. Thor called up clouds and loaded them with water so they hung low and heavy, covering the sky so that the sun, when it rose, wouldn't ruin the event. Loki took his frost giant shape and staff (now very familiar to his hand) and concentrated on dropping the temperature. Just around the Inn and grounds, but that was enough to be serious effort.
When the snow first started, the flakes were big and wet, and melted as soon as they hit the ground, which was still on the warm side. As they melted, they cooled the ground. After an hour or so, the flakes were smaller and more powdery - real snow, not glorified slush - and they were starting to stick to the ground.
By mid-morning, the Inn and grounds were covered with a thick layer of snow, and it continued to fall.
***
Meanwhile, indoors and inspired by the snow, Hurley and Xavin decided to try and make cookies. Cooking together was fun, since neither of them exactly knew what they were doing apart from 'follow the recipe', but since the point was 'try to make cookies' they ended up with a lot of cookies. Sugar cookies, gingerbread, all kinds.
There was no way they'd be able to eat all of them.
Instead, they loaded them onto trays and hauled them to the cafe, then brought out various frostings and candies for decorating. This had been completely intentional. Completely.
OTA
She spent the morning and early afternoon at the beach as usual, fishing and foraging, gathering seaweed for drying. Repairing her nets and letting Heihei roam about being chased by crabs. When she'd gathered as much as her basket could hold, she packed it all up - both food and fowl - and set off down the now familiar path to the inn, intending to turn the edible portions over to the kitchen as usual.
The temperature dropped as she rode away from the beach - the opposite of its usual pattern - and the sky closed in with gray clouds. Rain began to fall again. Or, at least, rain was the only word she had for it. It was white and strangely fluffy. It wasn't wet exactly, at least not until it landed on her bare hands and legs, stinging sharply. It piled on the path, obscuring her view and making progress difficult. Finally, her wheels got very stuck. She should have been able to see the inn from here but the rain made it impossible.
Her feet, buried up to the ankles in the fallen frozen fluff, ached. Heihei shivered. Moana picked him up and tucked him against her body then started off toward the inn, hauling the bike and its basket along behind.
Moana and Ned
"Uh, h-hey! You need some help?"
The fact Moana was beautiful did not help the awkwardness that was Ned Leeds.
Re: Moana and Ned
"Y-ye-yes." Her chattering teeth made the word hard to get out. She looked back at the bike, then at the young man. He looked nice, like someone from home. Solid and dependable and warm. "Yes. Please."
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Ned realized she was cold suddenly - of course she was, she wasn't exactly wearing winter close. He paused, then pulled off his hoodie. "Do you.. uh. Here." He held out his hoodie to her. "it'll help keep you warm." Though the hoodie was no doubt going to be rather large on Moana.
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She relinquished the chicken without waiting for agreement and scrambled into the still warm hoodie. It almost hurt, the difference between her cold body and his warm clothes. She fumbled at the zipper, then gave up and just wrapped it tightly, belting it with her wrap.
"Thank you." She held out her hands for Heihei. "Can you get the fish?" The bike would be fine where it was, she figured. But it was a shame to waste her catch.
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"Yeah, yeah, sure." He had never held a live chicken in his hands before and he looked just as awkward as he felt about it. Even when he gave the chicken back to Moana, Ned was looked a little perplexed and awkward.
"Fish?" He glanced. "Oh!" He trudged through the snow and picked up the basket. Probably definitely easier than the bike right now.
"We should probably get you inside quickly."
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Ned was pretty sure he knew where he was going - it helped he left a path on his way toward her. He realized had he been stronger he could have carried Moana back to the Inn. As it was, he could only move quickly while occasionally glance back to make sure she was close by and okay. "Uh. I'm Ned, by the way." Trekking in the snow meant he was a little out of breath already.
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Soon the inn resolved itself, nearer than she thought it would be. "What is this stuff?" Talking felt like it would help. She was feeling as fuzzy as the stuff falling around them.
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It took Ned a second to realize she was asking about the snow. A look of slight confusion spread across his features - who didn't know about snow? "Uh, well... this is snow. Happens in a lot of places around winter time? It's basically when atmospheric water vapor freezes into ice crystals."
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Moana shivered. "We don't have snow on Motonui. And there has never been any snow here since I arrived." Almost a year ago now, she realized.
She stumbled, bare feet tripping over something she wasn't sure she felt.
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Even though they were getting closer to the inn, Ned was starting to feel like they were never going to get there. "Motonui? Where's that?" It sounded vaguely familiar, but he knew he didn't know the name either.
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Talking of home warmed her a bit, seemed to chase away the chill. She remembered being wrapped up by the ocean, being carried by it and supported.
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"I'm from an island too." The stupid remark came out before he could stop himself.
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"You look like someone from home." Finally they were reaching the walk up to the lobby.
"When I first arrived, I was so confused. I've never seen people so pale. I thought they had to be sick."
Re: Moana and Ned
He never thought of that before, but he supposed white people could look pretty pale. It probably helped he was from a very white-centric part of the world.
"My family's from Hawaii." He paused. "Well, my grandparents are. My parents were born in New York." That he looked like someone from home, though, made him feel good.
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"Hawaii," she repeated. She liked the sound of it. "Maybe your people were mine as well. We were voyagers, long ago. Some of ours could have gone to Hawaii."
The door scraped over the snow and ice-covered mat but the blast of heat from within the lobby was like a siren's call. She stumbled forward gratefully.
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"So you could be my ancestor?" He paused. Ned tried to remember what his grandmother said about the history of the people in Hawaii, but sometimes he didn't listen to well. "But not like... related, related, right?" Because that was important for no particular reason at all.
Then he tried to remember what to do when someone might be suffering from frostbite - he quickly remembered he had no idea.
"Should we maybe get you a blanket? Maybe sit by a fire? I can get you hot chocolate."
Re: Moana and Ned
She hadn't been thinking of it like that. She'd never thought of being anyone's ancestor really. "Um. I don't know. Maybe?"
Being inside, she was still shivering and when she looked down at her feet, she saw one was bloodied, like she'd scraped it over coral. She felt nothing except a deep ache. "I think a fire is a good idea." Blankets needed heat to work. She didn't feel like she had any heat left inside her.
Re: Moana and Ned
Ned really, really did not want them to be related.
"Okay, okay..." He looked around and was thankful that someone stoked the lobby fireplace that usually was never on. He put down the fish and gestured her toward the couch near there. "I'll go get you some hot chocolate and bandages."
Ned hurried off with a rush of panic.
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Moana sank into the sofa by the fire. The heat was painful, like stinging insects, but she was still shaking from the cold. Her limbs felt heavy and clumsy. Her feet and hands looked swollen. She wasn't sure what it meant but she didn't think it was good. She'd never been so cold.
She huddled in Ned's sweatshirt and waited for him to return. A stray thought floated through her awareness. Someone needed to take the fish to the kitchen. It would spoil if not.
Re: Moana and Ned
Ned hurried back with a cup of hot chocolate - with a lid because apparently he looked frantic enough to warrant a lid - and a first aid kit. He offered her the beverage. "Okay, uh... can I look at your foot? I mean, I'm not sure how good I am, but I can wrap bandages." How hard could that be?
Re: Moana and Ned
She took the mug from him carefully, the heat stinging her hands. "Yes, thank you. I don't think I could clean it myself right now."
She made a face, annoyed with her own helplessness. Really, she was lucky Ned had found her.
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Coby & Moana
What the fuck was it doing snowing?
Then he remembered last year, how somebody had magicked up some snow one day. Maybe somebody had decided to try it again? Whoever or whatever had done it, the more important thing was he really didn't need to be trying to fly in the snow. On the other hand, walking would take longer than flying.
Nope. Walking was better. He landed, rubbing his arms to try to get the blood circulating and warm them up, since short sleeves were not cutting it, and followed the path he didn't normally have to bother with when he flew.
"Snow caught you out too, huh?" he called out when he saw Moana not far ahead.
Re: Coby & Moana
"Sn-sn-snow?" Moana forced out, teeth chattering. She looked up at the sky. "Is that what this is?" Like him, she was dressed for the beach. Her bare feet disappeared into the drifts. On the handles of the bike, her hands were frosty and mottled.