call me out: holiday edition

[unversed]

★ pick someone you want to play with and put it in the subject.
★ feel free to request if you don't see 'em on the list. (muse strength may vary)
★ WINTER IS HERE
★ feeling uninspired? no worries, i got you bro.
★ have fun!
★ fyi "late" doesn't exist.
★ SCHOOL IS OUT I WILL BOOMERANG TAG EVERYONE

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batman

[figurantes]

[sneakin' up behind gerome

and dumping a handful of snow down the back of his collar]

I'M AKSJDFLAS 1/2

[immask]

[ EXCUSE ME

EXCUSE

ME ]

[immask]

[ there is a gasp/curse combo that sounds way too loud for his liking while he pulls up the back of his clothes a little to dislodge the snow. there is only one person who's this much of a stupid asshole and it's: ]

-- Inigo.

[ his voice is low, menacing, and he's reaching for his axe you better run boy. ]

[figurantes]

[he does back up a few steps, but there's no running; instead his hands are on his hips and he's laughing, full and cheery, as flecks of the light snowfall float down to pepper his hair.]

Come now, it's all in good fun! Have you looked around today? It's beautiful out!

[aka look at all these good reasons I have for you not to kill me!! sparkle sparkle]

also mommy

[figurantes]

and this image is too big

[invigors]

[ she always liked dancing when it was snowing.

it usually meant having less people around to catch her practicing -- plegia's winters were always unforgiving -- and while it was cold and she had to wear more layers, the quiet solitude was soothing. the snow cushioned her feet and she could see her footprints, which was good for identifying where she made a mistake in the legwork.

she wondered if inigo felt the same. if he was the one to find her, she wouldn't mind. ]

[figurantes]

[the harsh cold may be putting a damper on a lot of people's spirits, but it's only lifting inigo's. he's been excitable all day, espousing the virtues of the frosted wonderland around them to anyone who'd listen (and some who wouldn't lol wassup gerome), and has only stopped now because kjelle threatened to run him through if he didn't shut up.

he might be hiding from her, just a little.

it's fine, though. he has other things he can do to pass the time. he loves dancing in the snow.

a little ways into the surrounding woods he spots a trail of small, delicate footprints, and suspects, so he starts to follow them. over a hill, along a beaten path in the trees, and through to a clearing -- and there she is.

he hangs back at the edge of the treeline, not wanting to disturb her. he never got enough chances, when he was small, to see her dance; he's not going to squander this one now that it's here.

should she look his way, though, olivia will see a bright, open wonder on her son's face.]

olivia guuuuuurl

[laconics]

[maybe gaius too where is nat

let's be snowed in somewhere together that's a fun trope]

[invigors]

[ gosh look at all that snow. look at what they're wearing.

she rubs her arms a little and peeks out the window, grimacing. ]

It... doesn't look like it'll stop soon...

son of mine

[deportment]

[the horror]

[woobies]

[ well fuck. how are they supposed to have their morning tea when everything is covered by a metric fuckton of snow.

christ. ]

Aw, hell no.

babe

[cassonade]

[gaius isn't coming out for robin's nightly strategy meeting. even if frederick's been announcing it for a full ten minutes.

if someone goes looking for him, they'll probably check the kitchen after they check the tent. in there, they'll find something odd propped up in front of the stone oven that their current lodgings have provided them with.

it looks like a pile of laundry. but there's a head of orange hair in it.

this is how gaius survives through the colder maps. he becomes a human marshmallow.]

[invigors]

[ everyone filtered in by the time frederick did his last call, but even then they were still missing gaius. eventually someone suggested looking for him and olivia volunteered, telling them to go on without her. robin sent her off with a "come by with him to my tent later so i can fill you guys in" and armed with a lantern that frederick gave her, she wrapped her coat around her tighter before setting off.

it took her a bit to look through the whole camp, but she does make her way to the kitchen, spotting that... rather large looking pile of laundry and... orange hair. she approaches with caution, setting the lantern on the counter. ]

Um, Gaius? Are you all right?

well ok i mean

[acerbics]

idk

[pathway]

you did ask for this so

[chronologies]

here it is i guess

[valiances]

rng me

[ex_longanimity327]

( WE'RE BAKING )

rng gave me a child... (do you want the biker chick too)

[kotatsu]

[ ok, well.

big bro says everything is easy when you follow directions, right. so she's just looking at these instructions and glancing at the oven with an apprehensive look. she's never used the oven before okay, dojima says it's off limits. something about someone sticking their head inside and exploding.

also this dude is really tall and has this slightly intimidating air about him (you'd think after hanging around fucking kanji for like a year would make her immune, but w/e) and it's making her nervous ok! ]

wow this is hella late sorry!

[helmets]

[ ah, yes, this is right up her alley. she loves cooking and baking, okay. look at the way she's cutting out those shapes.

halfway through setting up the piping bag, she catches herself remembering that izumo is still with her and offers him the bag. ]

Would you care to do the honors?

MY SHY BABY

[helswath]

[It's winter, so she's prepared soup for him! Now where is her sweet sweet boy?]

ANYONE HAVE AT ME

[rarebit]

yeah this too WHY NOT (anyone again)

[hoasen]

here goes!

[59]

[ Sometimes life hands you a series of improbably combined coincidences.

Sometimes it starts with a barrage of SMS messages from everyone in your goddamn contacts list declaring that, indeed, luck (or else some other, perhaps more sinister, abstract force) has come through and dumped a snow day upon Namimori middle high, and sometimes it continues with your preferred company getting tied up in "close combat arctic training" (not doubting Reborn's methods, not really, but the fuck?), and sometimes -- indeed, least fortunately -- it ends with you stuck in hell on earth. With less fire for the damned and more steam rising up from fresh hoijicha, maybe. But that doesn't make it any less fucking unbearable.

Takesushi is pretty empty, given the weather -- snow's still falling steadily, even, and Gokudera watches it from a booth near the windows, running a finger absently around the rim of his tea cup, sulking and not even minutely trying to cover it up.

He just had to walk to Tenth's place without messaging him first, he just had to run into Yamamoto on the way home... add that to the coincidence list. The whole thing's getting out of hand. ]

... Tch. [ A sigh. ]

[pluvial]

[ You know what they say: when life hands you lemons, you make some lemonade.

Which was not exactly what Yamamoto was doing, but hey -- no school, which meant he could hang out with his friends! What an awesome way to spend the day, right? Even if "hanging out" sometimes meant weird training for the mafia game (totally the kid's idea, but he's always liked a challenge), but that was fine! They all had fun that day and Yamamoto never turned down the chance to hang out with Tsuna and the others.

It was how Yamamoto found himself currently, coming out from the kitchen with another cup of hot tea and slid in the seat across from Gokudera without so much as a by-your-leave, signature grin in place. ]

It's pretty cold outside! Want me to get some more tea for you?