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Let winter go out with a bang

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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[In his world, he had the men who mimicked his esteemed grandfather on a short list, and even knew a few of them personally. One of them was his mentor, a man so wiley that he lead Lupin on an erratic chase around Europe from the wrong side of the grave.] Oh, I know that they're worth knowing, Dellie. Trust me on this.

[He gazes out over the competition as well, equally curious.] You know? I have no idea wha the magic ice sculpture will be like. I don't really have the patience for looking into that stuff.

Well, I know you, and you are more than worth knowing. [She laughs and sips her cider, content to sit in the snow for however long. It wasn't so cold she couldn't stand it today.]

What interests me most will be the demolition. Unless they wish to leave these up after everyone has been judged. [She quirks a brow in Lupin's direction, a little mischievous.]

You're a pretty cool gal yourself, Dellie. Like a lot of people here. [The circumstances were less than ideal, but the people were what made the place bearable for the thief. It...wasn't terrible.

He catches her gaze and rolls his eyes at her question.] You're gonna need to ask Gambit for demolitions on this one. I'm not doing anything crazy today--doctor's orders.

[Now that pulled a laugh from her.] I have been called many things in my life Lupin, but Cool? That is not one of them. [Still, she'll take the compliment, if with a faint shake of her head.]

I'm not asking, I'm checking. And he shouldn't be out and about today, he was dead on his feet when he got back yesterday. He's under explicit orders to stay in bed today. Like you should be.

Just take it; you are pretty cool! [He bops her shoulder with a fist, soft but friendly. He's playing.

...but he does see her point, and sighs.] Yeah, I know what you're talking about there. He mentioned somehting about missions and jungles with killer plants to me. It must have been interesting in the not-fun way.

Well if you say so Lupin, it must be true. [Even though it was very obviously telegraphed, even though she knew he wouldn't hit her out of turn, even though she knew damn well he was kidding, she still flinched a bit. Not much, but for him? it wouldn't have to be. She clears her throat to say something about the mission and locks up, turning to look at him slowly.]

...When did he mention this to you? Exactly how much have you been getting around with your ribs Lupin?

[Yeah. He shouldn't have said that. He was restless, in pain, and not fully on his guard--conditions he'd never allow his lies to be compromised under in normal circumstances. One look at her and, stubbornness aside, he was tired.]

You're gonna kill me if I told you. [The market. Good Spirits. Watching that joyous and possibly drunk baritone leaning out of his window with a record player in his arms.]

...[Adele sighs and reaches into one of her pockets, patting around until she finds a small bottle, she pulls it out, pops the lid and offers two mild pain killers to Lupin.] You're either exhausted or not taking the medication I gave you if you're slipping up like this for one. And for two? I promise, on my good name, I will not kill you if you tell me.

I might yell, and I may slap you upside the head again, but I won't kill you.

[It was instinctual. Sitting still, being still, was tantamount to death for him. His home? It was any road he could race his Mercedes down. His family? His usual crew was the closest thing he had to a family anymore.

He hated predictability, and disliked the fact that she had him figured out twice now. Either she was good, or he was getting careless. Neither was a comfort to him.]

I've been taking the meds! [ Sometimes. He's whining, but still holding out his hand just to make her happy.] And I didn't go far. Just...the market. Good spirits. Saw that guy singing on the way here.

[From Community House 5, by the Barracks? 'Far' was a relative term.]

Not enough if you're getting caught in a lie. [Adele presses the two painkillers into his hand without further comment, going back to sipping her cider. She won't kill him. She said she wouldn't, so she won't. But it doesn't stop her from fuming. And glaring. But really, what else could she expect? Thief. Master thief. Living in one place must be hard enough for him, let alone sitting still if he's hurt. At the end of it she sighs and shakes her head.]

You. I. [She reaches over as if to slap him upside the head, hesitates, and just rubs his back instead.] You're an idiot Lupin. Between you, Gambit, and Ben, I'm going to end up dead.

Point taken. [He pops them together, thoroughly disliking it but willing to do so anyway for the sake of not pissing off the doctor further. Her glare was as fierce as any physical slap as he sips his cider to wash them down.

He casts a sidelong glance at her. There. Happy?

The gentle touch was more surprising than her sudden attentiveness and concern. Another sip. He slides a little closer.]

You just happened to pick out this crowd, not our fault. Ben? As in Obi-Wan Kenobi? [humorous smile.] You must be in with him good if you're already calling him Ben!

[Bored brilliant men, etc, etc, etc Adele waits patiently for Lupin to take the medication and, well. If she watches his adam's apple, at least what she can see of it, to make sure he swallows, it's only for his own good. Nonetheless she represses a soft sigh and sips her cider, quirking a brow at that slide. Not too close. Not yet, anyway.]

You blew up your apartment after I was indebted to you, Gambit blew up my sofa, and Ben fell off a roof. I more or less stumbled into giving a damn about you three. [She huffs a soft laugh though, not at all bothered by this.]

Mm? Yes, Ben as in Obi-Wan. What is that smile for? He invited people to call him Ben! It is nothing that he allows me to call him that. It is an ende- a nickname. Like 'Dellie'.

['it is an ende--'

Lupin would have to be a child not to catch that. He holds off on calling her on her slip up, deciding it would be best to let her keep her not so subtle fondness for the Jedi to herself for the time being. Instead, he focuses on the rest of her conversation.]

I did nothing to make you indebted to me. I just teased you and helped Gambit haul around that demon-sofa. Just so you know...Obi lives in the apartment just below Jigen, and in the same one as Luke Skywalker. They're cool people...aside from being Jedi and all. [And more likely to take care of you than the reverse.]

[Goddamn her mouth. Well. That was out, and Adele could only wonder at the speculative powers of Lupin. Well no, she couldn't wonder, she could just assume he knew everything and work from there. Still. Damn. She needs to watch herself around him more.]

You helped Gambit haul the sofa to the roof to be destroyed. The same sofa that tried to kill me. So, there was a debt. A debt that's been paid, but still. [She lifts a shoulder lamely, and then pauses to consider what it was Lupin had said.] ...Do not spy on the Jedi Lupin. It will not end well.

Spy on them? Puh-lease! [He wasn't spying on them...he was conspiring with Luke to gather information to take down the Malnosso and maybe try to build a few droids. There was no spying involved in collaboration!

He wants to laugh but, knowing that it will hurt, settles for a smile.]

It would end badly for multiple people, Dellie. Not just you or me.

Observe without notice? Survey? Conspire? [The last, though, seemed most likely. She frowns, curious, but unwilling to pry. If Lupin wanted to know, he would say something. At least in theory-

and then he did say something. What in god's name. Adele almost chokes on her cider before turning to give him a look. That. That was honest. No evasion. And he was even smiling a little when he said it. She tugs one of her gloves off with her teeth and presses the back of her hand to his forehead and cheeks, trying to discern his temperature.

It seemed normal but...] Of that I have no doubt Lupin.

[His brows arch at the sudden touch of her hands, baffled and a little unnerved at the display of concern.] I'm not sick, Doc. [Tired. In pain. But not sick.] I'd be whining at someone through the journals if I was sick! [The victim would be decided by random coin flip or impulsive decision.

...but it was a truth. It was nothing concise, nothing clear, but it was still a truth. Wasn't that what she wanted a few weeks back, in the tunnels?]

[No, no he wasn't. He was being truthful of his own accord and that, once the concern passed, made Adele relax enough to offer him a smile and soft laugh. She pulls her hand back, slips her glove on again and resumes sipping her cider. Honesty from a master thief. She may very well have to consider him a friend, now.]

Good. The very last thing you need right now is to be ill on top of your ribs. If you were sick I cannot help but think you'd hang half outside your window throwing snowballs down on the populace for amusement.

You know? I probably would be! [if he was sick, he'd more likely be whining a Jigen and praying to a God he barely believed in that he didn't cough again for the pain. He would definitely not be out and about as he was. The stillness would likely be more unnerving for Adele than his small shred of honesty.

He sips at his cider, wondering how on earth to figure Adele on his short list now. Friend? Sure. He could always use more friends. Allie when he decides to make his ideas a reality? Maybe...but still tentative. It was a risk, and he didn't want to get her killed even on accident.

Her laughter was reassuring.]

If I do get sick, I know who to call in the future.

I should hope. The alternative would be far more distracting. [Adele couldn't rightly imagine the village without the flit of a red jacket in the corner of her eye, the lingering echo of Lupin's chuckle. The sights and sounds of mischief, of bright, cheerful chaos on a good day. The village isn't silent on it's own by any means but without Lupin it'd be just a little dimmer, and that'd be enough.]

I still can't quite do house calls to your flat Lupin, [Not for lack of trying, the meditation just...wasn't going well. At all.] But if you need me to? I can try.

[He'd be impressed if he knew how much of an impact he's already made on the minds of the residents during his few short months there. While Adele arrived in January, he had only arrived in November, the cycle just before.

He watched her, tempted to touch her arm or her shoulder, but refraining. It'd be too much, especially at this time.] I don't want to be taking care of my doctor when I'm sick myself, Dellie! [A joke. It was always a joke.] I'm sure Jigen or Pops would work something out, or we could even rope your Ben in to help. You're not coming to my place again until you get that anxiety under control. We...don't need a repeat performance.

Fine, fine. I won't push myself to visit your apartment before I'm over that anxiety. [Not something she was normally comfortable discussing at all but...it was a good day, Lupin wasn't running himself ragged. All in all she could let it sli- wait what had he said.

What.

What?]

He is not 'my Ben'. He's just Ben. Obi-Wan. [She bites down on anything else because, defensive? Yes. And that was a tell any idiot could pick up on and he did this on purpose the little bastard.]

[Lupin only smiles at this, not commenting on the fact that she just revealed herself entirely. Not only was she friends with Obi-Wan, she was fond of him. Fond in what way was to be figured out later.

...she was aware that Jedi were generally celibate, right?]

Right. Whatever you say. When you get over it, come by my place. I'll borrow Fujiko's system and we can watch Bond films one night. We oughta do that anyway. [half shrug. He was just speculating.]

A French master thief that watches an English spy. Wait...he is not here too, is he? That would be too much. [Adele massages the bridge of her nose, just trying to wrap her mind around that possibility. She can only handle so many fictional characters popping up in her social circle at one time.]

Whoever, I would not be adverse to it. I must confess, I have not seen most because of work. My ex-husband, though, was a fan.

No, James Bond isn't here...my girlfriend just happens to like his films and has a stash of them. I'll...probably end up camping in her room and watching them sometime soon, since my doctor will do something unethical otherwise.

[He casts her a sidelong glance, clearly amused by her discomfort.]

Her rooms on the top level though. So's her equipment. If you want to watch, I'm gonna need to haul all that down...

and we don't need you breaking your oath. I'm gonna need a few hands.

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