hadriel_logs | World Log: Tundra Arrival

Who: All characters in the city
What: The log for the city's arrivel on the ice planet
Where: All around the city
When: November 21st-November 30th
Warnings: None

You all get some warning to prepare, which is great. A little time to stock up on supplies, make sure everything's where it supposed to be, call your friends in from their fishing boats. And then the city moves. It happens in the blink of an eye - one moment you're on islands, surrounded by ocean, and the next? The next you're surrounded by frozen ground, the temperature has dropped significantly, and even the sky looks different. The air has a bite to it, that familiar feeling telling you it's thinking about snowing soon. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday soon.

The city has rearranged itself back into that old, familiar shape, instead of spread out across islands like it was a moment ago. Maybe that'll make things easier for you, maybe it won't, but it also means the return of the lake and river that used to bisect the city - only now they're frozen over. This climate also means it'll be hard for any plants not otherwise protected to survive - and that you, too, will start feeling that cold if you're away from a warm place for too long.

And warm places might be in short supply, because when the city moved the gods did not. What does that mean for you? Well, whatever supplies are in the shops at the moment the city moves are the only ones left. No new food supplies, no new clothing, nothing. In addition, the power across the whole city is out, including water and heating. Anything else powered or supplied by gods (the hot springs, the mopeds, what's left of the orchard, the armory, the GPS) will not work.

You're on your own. Try not to die.

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My mom, she never really kept them around the house. I think growing up named Rose kind of tarnished the flower for her. I remember she had this awful quilt made by my grandmother—it was just covered in those tacky embroidered roses. She loved it, somehow, even though it definitely smelled like it belonged to a dead old person.

[ This feels nice, sharing this tiny, unimportant moment in the nippy quiet. She can remember the scent distantly. Moth balls and something sweet, like an old liquor with honey. It wasn't awful but it was far from entirely pleasant. ]

I can't promise it'll be made soon while we're still adjusting to... whatever this is, but I'll get something beautiful to you. [ Maybe a sky of roses in the shades of the aurora they were witnessing now. ]

Yeah, I can see how that would happen. Dates with no imagination would always be giving you roses, your English teacher would bug you with that quote about roses from "Romeo & Juliet," and you'd be expected to have rose-patterned everything. But it's different when it's something made by your mom, even if it did smell like a dead old person.

[at least, she'd imagine it would be. Joy Lass was never the arts & crafts type and her Grandma Phyl would flit from interest to interest without ever following through on any of them. but this moment, it all seems even further away than before]

It's cool. It--well, it means a lot that you're willing to do it. I've seen your art before, it's amazing. [that would be so cool]

[ George got it right on the nose. Sharon wonders for a brief moment if Alessa's mother, Dahlia had the same issue.

She flushes at the compliment and rubs at the back of her neck. She wouldn't call it amazing but it felt good that someone out there thought so. ]

Thanks. You got to pick up a habit here, right? [ Though, she's been into art since childhood. She used to draw her nightmares and sometimes, sometimes something else would take over and draw worse things—dark monsters and twisted holes. It doesn't happen anymore.

She gives George a brief look over. ]

You're not too cold, are you?

[she figured as much. and Dahlia likely did, only with that name would come the association of the famous Black Dahlia murder case. and subsequent creepers.

she just grins 'cause she does call it amazing and means it. and she snorts a laugh] No kidding. Something to do for the times when the stupid fucking gods aren't fucking with our heads. [George has been into books. books and writing. anything solitary where she could hide in a corner and do it. her father turned her on to Shakespeare at a young age and by age eight, she'd already read all of his plays and sonnets.

she'd blush, if she felt that the blood would rise in her cheeks. but right now, she's experimenting with a theory. that theory being that a Reaper's body would eventually settle on whatever the local temperature is]

Nah, I'm fine. You?

[ Sharon grew up with her nose in books, too. For her, it was a necessity—her only escape from the constant stress of being on the run. Art and books. It must be a loner thing. Or a loner-nerd thing. ]

Eh, I'm starting to lose feeling in my nose and fingertips but I kind of don't want to go in just to sit in a cold apartment. Out here, it's cold but it's nice; pretty and new. [ And not dark and boring. No power, no running water, nothing. ]

[both. let's go with both. no wonder why they get along so well, despite having such radically different childhoods in other ways]

Out here is way better than in there. Out here, we have the lights and the stars to look at. Inside we have walls. Blank, dark walls. And that is fucking boring.

[ Outcasts are always drawn to one another. ]

It makes me wish we had houses or huts with just... huge skylights and fireplaces, a couple of fireplaces. [ She rubs her hands together, sniffling a little. The cold wasn't so bad, really. It could be way worse. They could be dealing with blizzards, ]

[they are. it's kind of sweet in its oddball way]

Fuck, those houses would be so much better than what we have. What we have looks like the alien equivalent of suburbia. I keep expecting a Starbucks and a Gap to pop up out of nowhere.

[ Sharon flinches at the very idea. ]

I don't want to see what the menu at alien Starbucks looks like and I definitely don't want to see how they misspell my name.

Everything would probably taste like mud. Probably because that's what they'd use instead of actual coffee. And it would be like Pepto Bismol pink. Everything. Even the espresso. And I don't get how they can mangle perfectly normal names. I mean, your name, my name, neither one of 'em is hard. But somehow, they fuck 'em up.

Jesus, George, your brain is a fucked place if that's what you come up with off the top of your head. [ It's a compliment, though, because Sharon seems amused at the very idea. ]

[she gives a wicked grin in return] Thank you, thank you. It comes naturally. I don't even have to try!

[ Sharon snorts as she crosses her arms a little more tightly. ]

Fucking weirdo. [ But it's all affectionate. She stomps her feet a little and then looks towards her home. ]

Hey, I'm gonna head home, maybe make some bland tea before I hit the sack. [ And maybe write down ideas of what to paint George. ]

[her grin can only be called downright evil] It's taken you this long to figure that out? [and her voice is warm and affectionate, too. even discounting George's monster sized crush on Sharon, she counts the other girl as the best friend she's ever had. which is why she's not mentioning the monster crush.

thumbs up!] Sounds like fun. Have a cup for me? I'm gonna stay out and admire this a little while longer. [she knows it will be awesome, whatever it is]

[ Sharon can only shrug. What can she say? Most people come off as totally normal to someone as weird as she is.

She gives George a quick thumbs up in acknowledgement as she starts to walk away. She knows the other girl will go in if it gets too cold. ]

World Log: Tundra Arrival

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