walking in a winter wonderland. (MINGLE)

[mirroromirror]

Who: Everyone on the planet!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Snow planet, it's a winter wonderland~
When: From when the planet is in reach until it's time to leave!

[ ooooh the weather outside is frightful

but the fire is soooo delightful

and since we've got places to goooo

let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! ]

[ ooc: link to planet info! ]

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option 1

[Someone is outside the Bloodsport's landing area (with other ships around too, actually)... slowly and with an expression of deep concentration, rolling up a snowball to start making a snowman.

There are some other snowmen around too, but most of them are quite small. Most of them are only two hands high. And none of them have any features or arms. They're just like little snowman ghosts all standing in a snowman ghost crowd. It looks like this one, which Rin is preparing with silent sloe-eyed concentration, will be the biggest yet.]

option 2

[A planet is a great time to explore and Rin kind of loves to quietly roam and sightsee. This time, sightseeing has offered her the sight of... some stray Arctic foxes. She brought some chicken-flavored protein to try and coax them to her, so she can be found crouched in front of the snow-filled alley, bare hand outstretched to offer a pinched-off chunk of protein.]

C'mere... c'mere... [it's almost a bare whisper, and actually, it's working a little... the foxes are exposed to enough people that one of them approaches when Rin gives up on handfeeding them and sets the protein chunk down on the snow.

Their pickings must be a little shitty if they're scrounging protein blocks, but food is food, right?]

option 3

[A frozen river flows through town. Someone found it and then realized she had enough money to rent ice skates.

Now she's trying her luck on the river ice. >:T Very intently! But she's kind of shitty at it. It keeps looking like she gets it and then she slips out of control and goes plunging into the snowbanks on the side of the river. But it makes her laugh then, sudden and bright even if quickly stifled, under the grey sky. She's pink-faced and rosy and has strands of hair escaping in every direction, and no hat, but she seems cheerful.]

option 1

[theboogieman]

[she's probably used to the sound of people moving in and out of their ships, shuffling through the snow, but one sound of crunching footsteps stops weirdly near her.

that skull-faced guy from weeks earlier seems to have bumped into one of her little featureless snowmen. it's kind of half-decapitated. he's looking around at all the little snow-ghosts in confusion, either not aware or not acknowledging that Rin is right there too.

while he has a full face of skull makeup, he also has a dumb grey scarf wrapped very loosely around the lower half of his face... no sweater, though.]

[payback]

[She glances when the footsteps come nearer... and then pauses when she parses who that is. Ohhh. This guy. It's not quite that she freezes, but she definitely hesistates.

Then she casually straightens up and moseys back towards the Bloodsport. Nothing to see here.]

[theboogieman]

[oh, he... notices. he's not really sure what to do or say about the snowmen, but one thing is for certain--]

You'll make your ship pretty obvious.

[payback]

[She winces just the tiniest bit. It would have been nice to get away without being paid attention to.

After a moment she turns and faces him anyway.]

Don't be a creep.

[theboogieman]

[...he looks at her flatly and points to his face.

it's too late for that.]

[payback]

I don't care about that, wash your face and don't be a creep!

[theboogieman]

Don't be obvious. [he tilts his head a little. this seems fair to him.]

[payback]

What do you care? [Let's take it back to the root here]

2!

[ladiesss]

[the foxes startle a little as there's a sudden gasp from behind Rin...!

but this teenage-looking person can only whisper, and her aura is pretty comforting to animals anyway--so they don't stay spooked for long.]

Oh my god, are those foxes...?

[payback]

[She tenses slightly as the foxes skirt - and then relaxes as the one she was coaxing regains its courage and snatches the mouthful from in front of her.

While the fox is eating, she twists to see who approached her. Ah, another girl...]

They sure are. It seems they're pretty tame, too... they're pretty cute, right?

[ladiesss]

They're so cute... Oh my god...

[she shrinks down a little--shrugging into her own bony shoulders.]

Have you been feeding them?

[payback]

I just started... [She folds her arms and rests her elbows on her knees in a crouch.]

They're not that shy... I guess they live too close to people for that.

[ladiesss]

Oh, like raccoons. Or deer. Or the entire stray cat population of Rome.

[she crouches down, still a little ways behind Rin... because she wants to watch.]

[payback]

[The fox watches her with clever little black eyes, ears turned forward, but doesn't pause in wolfing down the protein. Rin doesn't reach to touch it. They're not quite there yet. But she does glance curiously back at Krista.]

I guess... so? Most of the deer I've met are skittish...

[The fox snaps up the last bit and starts to sidle off. Rin waits a moment longer and then levers herself to her feet with a little grunt.]

I wonder if some people trap them.

[ladiesss]

Sometimes deer will just walk up to people's gardens, where I'm from. Like, if they live near cities and stuff. They just don't give a fuck anymore.

[she watches Rin stand, but stays crouched.]

Um... Trap them for furs, and stuff?

option 1!

[catamite]

[Nel is yawning, wandering out of his ship and across the landing area, sleepily toddling off to town... when he more or less literally stumbles over a bunch of tiny snowpeople.

he gasps a little, taking a step back. ...and then another step back. looking kind of spooked by the little icy army.

he probably doesn't notice anything but the snowfolk at the moment.]

[payback]

[She looks up to watch this little bit of nonsense happening. Oh lord, really?]

They're just made of snow, Nel!

[catamite]

[he glances up just long enough to be surprised that she's there, before his eyes are down on the little snow totems again]

...Where did they come from??

[payback]

[Seriously? She tilts her head at him and mulls it over... but just for a second or two.]

They were just here when I got here.

[SHE WAS OBVIOUSLY ROLLING A SNOWBALL.]

I think this snow might be... alive.

[catamite]

What... really??

[he doesn't spend the time to be suspicious. he's immediately looking down at his feet, taking a step or two backward and picking up one foot since he lacks the ability to pick them both up at the same time and hover.

maybe he trusts her too much to doubt her. ...maybe he's just really gullible.]

[payback]

Yeah.

[She leaves off the snow she was... obviously wadding up, Nel, please... and stalks towards him, holding her hands out and wiggling her fingers. OoooOOOOooooooooh.]

I heard somebody saying... if you go out in the woods... and you listen very quietly... you can hear the snow whispering.

[catamite]

[as someone who is... already kind of terrified of sentient forests, this visibly chills him to the bone.]

...Are you serious??

[payback]

[She pauses a little. Is she going too far?

But... but... but...]

I'm serious! Absolutely!

I hear it says... Neeeeel... come make snowmen with us...

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[parricida]

[For a man built for a desert planet, this little excursion is utterly miserable. Garak is tucked into as bulky a coat as he could find, with a hat, scarf and gloves to complete the ensemble. He's lucky he got to keep his thermal undershirt from Deep Space Nine-- but regardless, all these layers still aren't enough. He's shivering badly as he wanders through the snow, but the planet is beautiful enough that he almost doesn't mind.

He sees the girl-- possibly a native, possibly not-- cooing to the foxes, and stops quite a few feet from her. A large grey-skinned man, you'd think he'd stand out-- but somehow not even the foxes notice him, as his presence fades into the background. He watches her for a long while, watching her progress, before taking a deliberately loud step forward.

The foxes simply stare up at him, unimpressed. It takes far more than that to startle them.]

Do they have a name, do you know?