[Mikleo had heard there was a rink in the fleet now, but he hadn't gotten around to checking it out yet; life's been busy, and he's been plenty preoccupied lately. The last planet and its plethora of issues took up an awful lot of his time, and then there was some... unfortunate departures... anyway, it's a new planet, and new experiences to dip his toes in. Now's as good a time as any.
With some prodding he gets Sorey to fetch him a pair of skates, and after a few minutes of cautious gliding to get a feel for it he picks up speed, turning wide circles about the rink, following the path of the ice, taking in the sight of the terrain with a surprisingly contented smile on his face. Sure, he might be getting weird looks from some of the residents as a pair of skates and an invisible person drift across the ice, but he's not really paying attention to all of that.
He's quite literally in his element here, and it feels amazing. This is just what he needed.]
( heck yeah snowcones!! )
[sorry, did someone say cooking competitions? because cold treats are his specialty, and he has plenty of pride about it. He may be inexperienced when it comes to the ingredients of this world, but he makes up for it with the speed and presentation with which he can prepare any of the challenges thrown his way. If he doesn't win, he gets a decent enough ranking to walk away with something a few times.
When he's not trying to compete (generally in the competitions involving the orange humans who can't really see him) he's watching and taking notes, trying to imitate the recipes he sees them put together. He's also collecting a bunch of the marshmallow snow, intent on storing and experimenting with it later.
Anyone care to come and try what he's making? It can get awfully elaborate.]
( c. heck yeah wildcard!)
[He's wandering kind of all over, pester at will. He's shopping, snooping about, taking in the sights. Maybe find a nice snowdrift to flop on and take a nap or something.]
mikleo
[Mikleo had heard there was a rink in the fleet now, but he hadn't gotten around to checking it out yet; life's been busy, and he's been plenty preoccupied lately. The last planet and its plethora of issues took up an awful lot of his time, and then there was some... unfortunate departures... anyway, it's a new planet, and new experiences to dip his toes in. Now's as good a time as any.
With some prodding he gets Sorey to fetch him a pair of skates, and after a few minutes of cautious gliding to get a feel for it he picks up speed, turning wide circles about the rink, following the path of the ice, taking in the sight of the terrain with a surprisingly contented smile on his face. Sure, he might be getting weird looks from some of the residents as a pair of skates and an invisible person drift across the ice, but he's not really paying attention to all of that.
He's quite literally in his element here, and it feels amazing. This is just what he needed.]
( heck yeah snowcones!! )
[sorry, did someone say cooking competitions? because cold treats are his specialty, and he has plenty of pride about it. He may be inexperienced when it comes to the ingredients of this world, but he makes up for it with the speed and presentation with which he can prepare any of the challenges thrown his way. If he doesn't win, he gets a decent enough ranking to walk away with something a few times.
When he's not trying to compete (generally in the competitions involving the orange humans who can't really see him) he's watching and taking notes, trying to imitate the recipes he sees them put together. He's also collecting a bunch of the marshmallow snow, intent on storing and experimenting with it later.
Anyone care to come and try what he's making? It can get awfully elaborate.]
( c. heck yeah wildcard!)
[He's wandering kind of all over, pester at will. He's shopping, snooping about, taking in the sights. Maybe find a nice snowdrift to flop on and take a nap or something.]