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paixaorpg2011-10-25 05:10 pm
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Entry tags:
Freezing Friends [Active]
Character(s): Megara, Priere
Content: Megara and Priere get snowed in.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat
Time: Week 36, later afternoon?
Warnings: None
Meg had discovered she hated snow. Sure, it was pretty enough at first, but then it just kept building and building. It wouldn't stop. Unfortunately, she'd been going stir-crazy inside Jecht's apartment after a certain point. She'd never been one for staying in one place for long, after all. So despite her common sense, she bundled up as best she could and struck out into the cold, snowy day.
She lasted just long enough to realize she was completely turned around. Under the whirling white of the weather, all the buildings looked the same. Shivering, Meg cursed under her breath and trudged through the snow to the nearest building, hoping for a little shelter to get her wits back, but the door was locked and barred. It took her several more minutes of wandering before she was able to make her way into one building that had only a weak lock on it.
In the dark, still interior, Megara gasped for breath, shutting the door behind her.
Content: Megara and Priere get snowed in.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat
Time: Week 36, later afternoon?
Warnings: None
Meg had discovered she hated snow. Sure, it was pretty enough at first, but then it just kept building and building. It wouldn't stop. Unfortunately, she'd been going stir-crazy inside Jecht's apartment after a certain point. She'd never been one for staying in one place for long, after all. So despite her common sense, she bundled up as best she could and struck out into the cold, snowy day.
She lasted just long enough to realize she was completely turned around. Under the whirling white of the weather, all the buildings looked the same. Shivering, Meg cursed under her breath and trudged through the snow to the nearest building, hoping for a little shelter to get her wits back, but the door was locked and barred. It took her several more minutes of wandering before she was able to make her way into one building that had only a weak lock on it.
In the dark, still interior, Megara gasped for breath, shutting the door behind her.
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She lead the way, stepping gingerly around tables and chairs to the back kitchen. As expected, a huge iron stove was dark and cold in the far corner. "Do you see anything to light it?"