Baby, it's cold outside

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone not on the draft
What: Let it snow, let it snow let it-- okay, too much snow.
When: 15th through the 18th
Where: All around the village
Summary: A blizzard strikes Luceti, keeping the villages snowed in. Woe be to anyone caught outside in the storm, or anyone without food and electricity.
Rating: Varies


On the morning of the 15th, the villages of Luceti will wake up to find it snowing again, a fresh covering over whatever ice and snow remains from the last few days. It's a light covering, but by the afternoon, it begins snowing harder and the wind begins picking up. By the evening, it's a proper blizzard keeping everyone inside and making for a miserable experience to anyone who might be caught outside.

By the morning of the 17th, the storm will finally let up. It'll continue to snow through the day, but at a more managable rate. People can begin digging themselves out if they want, or otherwise wait until the 18th, when the weather finally lets up.

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

And you're cold and so am I.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

So we have to stay as warm as we can.

[They understand each other, so why are they still talking about this?]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Because his servant knows that you're freezing, even with the double blanket. But whatever, it's too cold to argue.]

So we'll share. Both the blankets are large enough.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

You just said there's no room to share.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

We'll just go somewhere where there's room then.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Elliot sighs. This was more trouble than it was worth, as far as he was concerned. But if it's what his servant wants...]

Then where do you suggest we go?

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

.....

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

There's a fireplace in the living room. We could go there.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Fine.

[Elliot shoves the blankets toward his servant and stands up. Yes, you can carry those downstairs.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't stumble when the pile of blankets is shoved at him, but they are a handful and he does very nearly drop them. Hup.]

Bring some pillows down too.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Alright.

[He reaches for the pillows on his bed and heads out of the room. Two should be enough.]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Go on ahead, Elliot, he just has to manoeuvre himself down the stairs as well. But he'll make a short stop by the cupboard with all the sheets and extra blankets and...pile on another few too.

This is huge.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Elliot sets the pillows down on the couch in the living room...]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[...and pauses when he turns around and sees his servant carrying an even bigger pile of blankets than could be found in his own room.]

Where did you get those?

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Store room. [Sidestepping the couch arm and...pause. The couch isn't very big, you know.] The pillows are better on the floor.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to put them on the floor for no reason.

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

The couch is too far away from the fireplace. [Erk, slipping—] Can you hurry it up? It's heavy.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Don't tell me what to do.

[Still, he picks them up again and brings them closer to the fireplace. He drops them on the floor before turning to look at his servant again.]

Better?

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Ahh.

[Elliot always does say the same things. He plops the blankets down on the carpet as well— it'll probably be best to leave at least a layer of blanket between the floor and the rest of the blankets, otherwise there was going to be some terrible carpet burn.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

What do we need all these blankets for?

[He was cold, too, certainly, but... Isn't this a little too much?]

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Arranging the blankets properly...]

...it's more comfortable this way.

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Who cares about being comfortable?

[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

I do.

[Okay, done. Now where does this one blanket end go to...]

Drape this over the sofa.