Let winter go out with a bang

[folklorist]

Who: Everyone who wants to join in!
What: Snow Sculpture Competition
When: Early afternoon around 11am-6pm
Where: Just outside the town square
Summary: Snow sculpture competition! How good are your skills?
Rating: PG


If anyone is walking by today past the outer edges of the town they'll notice large snow pillars holding up a banner. Its white with dark blue letters painted on it that say "Luceti's first Snow Sculpture Competition!" Beyond said pillars is an open space large enough for numerous people to gather around and make things to their hearts content. Off to the side will be tons of tables set-up holding hot beverages and foods and the like to keep the cold out and everyone energized as they work on their sculptures.

A simple, fun, little competition to make use of all the snow they've gotten this year. And who knows it might end up in more than just a competition (a snowball fight perhaps?) anything is possible in Luceti after all.

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[Pre-Competition Setup]

[folklorist]

[ Here is where you mingle and get the deets on other people's sculptures! No sabotaging or, well, hopefully no sabotaging. We all know how competitive people get sometimes. But lets keep it clean and friendly, okay? ]

[shadedsunlight]

[No sabotaging here! Mostly since Ginia is taking the day easy manning the refreshment table and helping judge the competition. Someone needs to be the Simon Cowell of snow sculpture competitions and crush some souls. But before that happens, can be be found sitting behind the refreshment table. Hot chocolate, hot cider, assorted cookies and brownies, it's all here for anyone to enjoy! Odin with be sitting by her chair, having made a comfortable spot for himself. He'll be eyeing everyone as they come by. Give the boy a pet? He does love being pet.]

[fleurdesel]

[Bundled up in her coat, gloves, and the scarf Remy had given her, Adele paces the grounds to assist where needed, hover by the refreshment table, or just take a moment to enjoy the peace of the crisp afternoon air. It's good to be out and about in this weather, and her mood is decidedly on the upswing. Today, perhaps, there's nothing to worry about. No bruises to tend to, no calamity incoming. Just some simple, wholesome fun to enjoy along with her housemates.]

[folklorist]

[ Helios might be making his own snowman off to the side to by the time as people come and go. He is also going to be setting up the refreshments table before he spots Adele. He's wearing his own gloves and scarf and coat as he walks over to her with a broad smile. ] Ah! Adele I'm glad you came by!

[fleurdesel]

[Adele turns at the sound of that familiar voice and breaks out into a smile, waving back to Helios as he approaches. For half a moment she wonders if the cold bothers him at all before she shrugs it off. Not today. Today life was good, there was nothing to worry about, and the weather was beautiful. It's all she wants, and she has it for now.]

Helios! How could I not come and support my housemate in such a festive endeavor?

[folklorist]

[ The cold admittedly does not bother him at all, really. But the scarf, coat, and gloves were there to keep up appearances and the simple fact that he rather not accidentally touch anyone. ] Well it is a bit nippy out isn't it? I wouldn't hold it against you really. But I really do appreciate you stopping by Adele. [ A smile. ]

Oh! Ah, c-can I get you anything? Hot tea, chocolate, cider perhaps? Or coffee.

[fleurdesel]

We have suffered worse on the shores of Normandy. Now that I've a coat it is not so terrible.

[It wasn't that windy, compared to what she was used to, even if she has to smooth curls out of her face every five minuets when she's not settled by the trees. Still the weather is no deterrent and, well. It was important to Helios, so she would support him.]

A coffee would be wonderful Helios. I honestly do not understand you and Ginia's fascination with all things sweet.

[folklorist]

There's always a bit of magic too. [ He holds open a palm and a bright reddish orange ball of fire erupts in it. It doesn't burn his gloves or ever his hand it just sits gently in his palm warming the air around them significantly. ]

One coffee coming up! [ He'll close his palm and the fire will extinguish itself immediately. Helios will turn back to the table and fill up a cup of hot coffee for Adele and a sweet cup of tea for himself. ] Oh but it's amazing. So delicious too! I suppose it's a person's preference though. [ A smile. ]

[fleurdesel]

That is your own magic, yes? Not the Filial? [Adele quirks a brow and tries her best not to be startled by such an abrupt display. It wasn't that strange, not compared to the rest of this place.

The coffee she takes with a smile and nod, sipping the strong, rich beverage with a soft sigh.] I can enjoy sweet things now and again, but for the most part? I prefer my coffee bitter.

[folklorist]

Yes but being able to use both has its advantages. [ Like a week or so ago when he didn't have his magic at all. ] If-if one doesn't work you can always turn back to the other. Like with, ah, experiments and shifts.

[ With that he sips some of his own. ] I've never acquired a taste for coffee I admit. But maybe I could try to get used to it here. What's one more experience under the belt, hm?

[fleurdesel]

[The only magic Adele would ever be able to access would be the Filial, that at much seemed universal depending upon the student's temperament. She nods along with Helios explanation and sips her coffee.]

It is something you learn to enjoy over time. If you do not care for it on it's own, I will see if I cannot find an espresso machine and make you a variation that you will find agreeable. Cooking and baking is beyond me, but coffee? This and tea I can do well.

[redjacketthief]

[His reason's for even attending the competition if the first place is to neither compete nor to cause chaos for once. Lupin's there as himself that afternoon, dressed in his usual red jacket with his knit scarf and black leather gloves as he finds a comfortable spot in the snow to sit and watch the mayhem. Before the competition is over he's likely to have moved himself and gotten a hot cup of cider, or maybe wandered off location and return with a cup of hot coffee (black and sweet, thanks.)

Feel free to talk, but he won't engage if you try to get him into a snowball fight. He's still sore from that ring fight from the other night, but he can't just keep himself inside on a day like this.]

[fleurdesel]

You. [Cold. Curt. As pissed off as she could manage in the mood she was in, Adele stalks over to where Lupin is settled in the snow, shoulders set, fists clenched, teeth grit. What kind of idiot was he, did she not say bedrest? She'd said bed rest. That meant rest. In a bed. Not out and around in SNOW. She shouldn't be surprised, she really, really shouldn't but this still irritates her to no end. She's a surgeon. She knows what she's talking about. Having her orders disregarded for a patient's own idiocy is infuriating.]

I believe I told you bed rest, Lupin. [She slows to a stop, arms crossed, glaring down at the bandaged and bruised man.]

[redjacketthief]

[This was a completely unsurprising reaction for Lupin. In fact, it was expected. He stares at her uwavering, despite her barely pent up anger, and manages a small but stiff shrug.

It was probably best not to tell her that this wasn't his first time out and about.]

This is resting, Dellie. What, did you expect me to stay cooped up the the next couple of weeks with nary a bit of entertainment besides a few books that people bring me? [He wasn't in the right condition to go scouring Fujiko's room for any traps that he may have missed to rest up on the 8th level of the community house, nor did he think it was smart to drag down her tv. This was his idea of reasonable.]

[fleurdesel]

...[Adele takes a moment to look at Lupin. Really, sternly look at him before her shoulders sag and she massages the bridge of her nose.] This is not the first time you've wandered the village with those ribs. It can't be. You. You've been. You are-

[This, she just, she cannot articulate how foolish and frustrating this man is in words. It is entirely beyond her. In lieu of saying anything else she reaches back and down and brings her hand back up in a sharp, short slap upside the head. At least that is her intent.] You are an idiot. An absolute idiot, do you understand me? Bed rest. It means resting in bed if you need entertainment call me. I will read to you, play something for you, or even throw snowballs at random passers by while and record the fallout for you just. So long as you stay. In. Bed.

[Since he won't though. Now or ever, she sighs and shakes her head at him.] You. You are going to be the death of me. I know it.

[redjacketthief]

[Firm but painless smack is so noted--he knew she could do far worse with how he was in that moment. Most people could. He laughs at this, but the sharp pain stops him short.] Dammit, Doc. Don't make me laugh. Just...don't!

[There's a wry smile, though. Her concern, though amusing, is appreciated.] I won't be the death of you. We both know that. Are you sure you're not a back alley doctor? You are way too perceptive sometimes!

[fleurdesel]

I shall endeavor to be as humorless as possible. [She snorts and slips her hands back in her pockets, voice dry and arch.]

Cunning men and Noble men are the death of any good, or even not so good, Frenchwoman Lupin. [And unfortunately for her that makes up the entirety of the men in her social circle...and that back alley doctor almost makes her flinch. Almost. Instead she sighs and turns to settle next to Lupin in the snow.]

I have to be perceptive. People lie about how they are wounded, where they are wounded, or what their illness might be. So you either take them at their word and do a shit job, or you learn to read what they're not saying.

[redjacketthief]

Nah--don't do that! Someone needs to make some jokes around here! [He's stil not laughing--not again--but he is smiling. The fight was a successful release of energy, and was exactly what he needed. He could think more clearly now, figure out what to do...

be cunning. He was good at that.] I'll try not to get anyone killed, if that's your concern. And the lies? People in my profession generally don't like doctors. They're a good ticket to imprisonment, especially since they are legally and ethically obligated to report any violent injuries.

[It was why he had his gunshot wounds treated by good samaritans and not proper doctors. He didn't want to recover in a jail cell, even if he could work his way out.]

[fleurdesel]

Mm. That's all I ask, really. Even should death not be permanent here, that doesn't make it any less pleasant to live with or think about.

I am more than aware of how people in your profession view doctors, Lupin. Especially since they were kind enough to help me pay off several debts and teach me to shoot once they realized that yes, I would treat them, and no, I would not turn them in. [It...wouldn't hurt for Lupin to know that much about her. Not really.]

Sabotaging? What's that? /whistles

[talontrot]

[Helios might recognize this particular bird - between pacing the perimeter of the work area, occasionally scuffing the snow with her talons impatiently and in general trying to size up her opponents for awesomeness (or lack thereof), Kazooie is ready to rumble.

This may not be the typical kind of minigame, but she's certain she can do this. It's not the first snow-related thing she's had to do, or even be. After inhabiting the form of a snowball for awhile? She doubts many people can top her on that one.

Feel free to catch her here, sizing everybody up with her Amaze-O-Gaze goggles.]

[lostinmyway]

[Grune isn't exactly participating in the competition--not unless you count that abandoned lump of snow in the corner participating--but she's very happy to take a look at what everyone is doing and to keep them company for a little while.

Helios has good ideas, too, just like Ginia!]

[During the Competition]

[folklorist]

[ If you want to thread out the making of your extraordinary sculpture go for it! Teams can reply with whoever the leader is in the subject-line.

There's also two separate divisions: Magic and Non-Magic. ]

[Magic - Mercury] Anyone welcome to help/stop by

[geniustheveil]

[Sailor Mercury is enjoying herself. There's no need to worry over the advantage her powers give her; others have the same one. She doesn't really expect to win, but she lets her powers shape the ice for her. The snow gathers itself into a hefty pile as she gestures with her hand.

She starts simple, like a sculptor starting from a plain block of marble or clay. Then she stares it for quite some time, without doing anything, as she considers precisely what to make.]

[Probably Non-Magic? Because Ice Eggs would suck for this] | Open to all the things!

[talontrot]

[Kazooie is playing for keeps.

Her broad wings and cartoony resilience means that she's having no trouble shaping her snow Breegull. After flexing her creative muscles with Eggman, she's looking forward to wowing everybody with her totally egotistical awe-inspiring sculpture of nothing less than herself.

... Want to gawk? Roll your eyes at it? Screw her over by kicking it down? Have at!]

[Post Competition]

[folklorist]

[ Winners will be chosen here. This is just after the competition mingling here. ]