Snoooow!

[dragoncrest]

❄ Snowed In ❄



Looks like the snow piled up overnight, and there's no way to get the door open. Now you're stuck inside with everyone else! What sorts of shenanigans will you get up to?

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1) Literal Fluff: Blanket forts? Pillow fights? All this snow has you feeling like a kid again. It's the perfect time to let it out!

2) Munchies: Why not get a snack or a drink that will warm you up? Making cookies with friends or sharing a glass of wine with that certain someone is sure to pass the time.

3) Movie Time: There's always some good old films enjoy when you're stuck inside. It might be a good opportunity to get to know someone and get that contact quota in.

4) Chestnuts Roasting: That fireplace sure looks inviting, doesn't it? Maybe you can get someone to snuggle up with you nearby. Wouldn't that be comfortable?

5) Mistletoe: Looks like you didn't notice you'd been standing under some of the special decorations! Hopefully you didn't get caught with someone you didn't expect...

6) Screw the Rules: You'll get outside and play in that snow no matter what gets in your way! No door? No problem. There are windows! Let's not worry about how you'll get back inside.

7) Wildcard: Any other ideas? Fire away!

Comments

[heretic_hamlet]

[He merely nodded his gratitude and was quick to accept her offer, settling in beneath the crook of her arm... and, more importantly, the warmth beneath the blanket, born of company and fireside alike. His frigid breaths turned to a happy sigh of relief.]

Thank you.

[He carefully tucked his feet inside the blanket to keep out the draft.]

I ought to have guessed from the rainstorms that the snow would follow suit... I'd never seen such a blizzard before.

[A quick sip from his mug warmed him inside, as well... but a glance beside soon had him hold the cup before Freya's hands, a smile on his face.]

To your generosity?

[dragoncrest]

[She lets her arm rest upon Ramza's shoulders, adjusting the blanekt around her opposite shoulder to make sure they could keep as much warmth to themselves.]

Neither have I, though I must admit it does not snow much on the Mist Continent...

[She's seen snow, but never more than what would cover the ground in a thin blanket. But her thoughts of snow are briefly paused by the offer of the drink, and she takes it in her free hand with a smile on her face.]

And to yours. Thank you.

[She lets herself take in the scent of the cocoa before taking a brief sip.]

[heretic_hamlet]

[His own arm soon trailed across her neck to return the touch- and the favor of warmth- and he took a moment to tuck in the last drafty opening of the blanket on his side while Freya enjoyed a sip from his mug.

Meanwhile, the blanket of snow outside continued to thicken, and he glanced at the condensation upon the windows as it soon crossed and crystallized into thin sheets of ice.]

We thankfully never had our journeys hindered much by snow; but, even in the softer chills of winter, we'd have longed for such comforts as these. Warm drink, crackling fire...

...to say naught of peace... or companionship. [After all, he may have had the trust to lean on his squad for support plenty of times... but who did he have back at home he could lean on for warmth or the pleasure of company?]

[dragoncrest]

[Freya sighed, offering the mug back to its owner. Those were things she'd longed for as well--reasons for which she'd long traveled and fought. And she knew she'd have nothing of the sort once she returned to her home.]

All the more reason to enjoy what this city has offered. [There was nothing preventing her from taking advantage of the things available to her now. It gave her a much needed respite, among other things.]

[heretic_hamlet]

[Ramza took the mug back in hand with a soft smile. It did well in warming his hand while he kept it outside of the blanket.]

Accommodations and allies alike. Though I am always surprised to see them give so much and expect so little of us as touch.

[He reached back and gave a tug on the blanket across Freya's shoulder for emphasis while he warmed himself from within by helping himself to another sip... and let it open just slightly to a rush of warmth from the roaring fire.]

Were it not for their timing I'd wager few could refuse such an offer.

[dragoncrest]

If they'd simply asked permission, I wouldn't have been averse to staying at some point. [Once the war ended, she would need the chance to relax. But the timing just made her feel restless.]

But I can't help but feel lucky in some ways. Everyone they've taken here seems to want to help in their own way, or at least not to disrupt the peace.