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st_ratagem ([personal profile] st_ratagem) wrote in [community profile] strangetrip2018-12-15 06:39 am

[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.
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Re: John & Caroline sorry for the late; will be more timely if you want to continue

[personal profile] st_runningshoes 2019-03-07 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you enjoy being here? Is it always peaceful like this?"

A pause; and gives a simple and serious; "Yes. Found out I'm a few decades behind."
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Re: John & Caroline sorry for the late; will be more timely if you want to continue

[personal profile] st_raighttovampire 2019-03-08 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Caroline smiled automatically. "It varies. I'd say it's peaceful most of the time but there are times when things get exciting." As for if she enjoyed it... better to not answer that one. Recently, the answer to that has become more and more complicated.

Instead she shrugged elegantly and rested her chin in her hand. "How many decades? You sound British. Are you?"
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Re: John & Caroline

[personal profile] st_runningshoes 2019-03-08 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
"How does it get exciting?" A small tongue click; "Seven." As John rests some of his books by the side of his chair and picks up one to his lap, "Yes, madam."
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Re: John & Caroline

[personal profile] st_raighttovampire 2019-03-08 01:03 am (UTC)(link)

"Ms, if you're not going to call me Caroline," she corrected gently. "And it varies. Sometimes weird things happen, a room will change into a portal to another world. We were attacked by demons or something a few months ago. But mostly it's quiet."

"Where in England?"

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Re: John & Caroline

[personal profile] st_runningshoes 2019-03-08 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
An apologetic look on his face and then appears flubbergasped and shocked and mortified; "But - that's -- impossible."
That sort of sounds like that magic blue box; The Adventurer was in and shakes his head for a moment.

"Farringham."
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Re: John & Caroline

[personal profile] st_raighttovampire 2019-03-08 01:18 am (UTC)(link)

Farringham. Yeah, that sounded England-y. She had no idea where it might be though. Probably a cute little village with cows and a crumbling old castle.

His response made her laugh. "Everything here is impossible. We've been kidnapped from our own worlds to a weird kitsch hotel in California. Some of the people here are from space or aren't even human. I don't think impossible means what it used to back in Farringham."

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Re: John & Caroline

[personal profile] st_runningshoes 2019-03-08 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
More or less what Farringham is.

John slams the book on his lap - shut. "How? We're not in a magic blue box. How?" Which afterwards John is wondering what he's even babbling; outside of his Journal of Impossible Things.
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Re: John & Caroline

[personal profile] st_raighttovampire 2019-03-08 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
As far as reactions went, that was a weird one. Not that Caroline expected everyone to just accept the way the Inn worked or anything but what he'd actually said was little more than gibberish.

"Blue box?" she repeated, hoping he'd clarify. Or at least calm down.
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Re: John & Caroline

[personal profile] st_runningshoes 2019-03-10 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
A deep breathe; "A blue box - that goes off too far off lands." Then falls silent and grins and shakes his head, "I know sounds preposterous."
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Re: John & Caroline

[personal profile] st_raighttovampire 2019-03-19 12:20 am (UTC)(link)

Caroline looked around them for a long moment, taking in the absurd pinkness of the place, the gaudy Christmas directions that, yes, she and others had put up but which had been pulled directly from the inn's supply closet. At Darryl, hardly a person, more of a program. Then she looked back at John. "Oh, I don't know. You get used to an adjusted level of preposterous around here. How does the blue box work?"

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Re: John & Caroline

[personal profile] st_runningshoes 2019-03-19 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
John eyes her curiously; because where he has noticed some odd things - he also doesn't understand the grand scope of the matter. He is also filtering things still. That don't make sense. To rationalize the environment to be in control. So all she gets is a curious look for a moment before John seems to be straining his memory; "There's a room. And things move and light up."

He's trying to explain a console circuit board.

"There's levers and round things."

A pause; "I've looked at every inside of spaceships here in pictures. I can't find a match. One that explains how it works."