Ice Alien Delivery Service

[glacius]

Who: Glacius (glacius) and Margaery (roseofthetyrells)
What: Glacius makes good on his promised delivery of meat and pelts in hopes of striking up a friendship with the new seamstress in town.
Where: Delight's housing spiral
When: Backdated to early December.
Warnings: N/A, will update if needed.

It's just a few days after his post to the network offering food and aid to the citizens of Hadriel in this unforgiving environment when Glacius sets out to hunt again, and returns to the city with meat and pelts in tow. His first order of business is to take what sustenance is needed back to his own apartment... the rest of it can be divvied up between those who expressed need for it, but the pelts are all for someone else, a particular individual who claimed she could use them to further help others.

The ice alien has no need of cloaks or warm garments, as he thrives the lower temperatures drop. His partner's favored outfit, however, has seen much better days, having been torn and stained by the various ordeals they are put through in the city—and by his own worsening curse. Glacius thinks it would be a very nice gift to be able to replace that for him, though he'll need his prove his worth to the seamstress first. The ice alien is not in the habit of taking advantage of people; he wants to show that he can properly reciprocate before asking something that would involve such effort of Margaery. He particularly wants to make sure that they get along well before asking, otherwise she will have no reason to help him.

Their first conversation over the network was heartening in that regard, though the otherworldly being cannot help but perpetually feel somewhat out of his element when it comes to interacting casually with humans. That this woman now holds the position of that one of his best friends occupied, now departed from this city, is also complicating things; he cannot help but feel little pangs of emotion as he considers the circumstances. Missing Emily is the strongest of those, trailed by frustration at having to start over and fear that his hangups will cause him to make an error with Margaery now...

... Nonetheless he finds himself here, on the threshold of the house marked with the number the human gave him. Glacius hesitates, shifting the supplies he's brought with him in his powerful arms, then reaches out to knock on the door. Start with what he knows he can do, he thinks; deliver the food and fur, and see where things go from there. The ice alien stands waiting for the door to open and for Margaery to find him there; nearing seven feet tall, encased in glistening ice armor of chiseled facets that highlight his muscular form, and adorned with crystalline spikes at various points of his anatomy, he is likely one of the stranger visitors she's had at her doorstep. Hopefully that won't give her second thoughts.

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[roseofthetyrells]

[once she hears the knock on the door, she springs to her feet and to the door, flinging it open with a smile on her face.

she looks up. . . and up . . . goodness, he's terribly tall! aside from that, she has no real reaction to his appearance. Westeros and this place have taught her that appearances have little to do with who a person is on the inside, that some of the fairest faces held the ugliest souls, but she would call him good.

she hopes that he'll be able to come inside with no impediment, for she's not about to take advantage of his courtesy and send him on his way with a brisk "thank you." no, she enjoyed their conversation very much and would like to be able to call him friend. she inclines her head gracefully in greeting and says]

Please, be welcome and do come in!

[glacius]

[Glacius' alien face is likely hard to read for someone who is just seeing him for the first time—in particular, his complete lack of a mouth removes one of the more obvious tells. There are familiar features, though, notably his eyes and cheekbones, and they give familiar tells; the flesh around his eyes wrinkles slightly, and his cheekbones tug up at the ends just a bit. He seems to be attempting a smile despite whatever his making him a bit reluctant, heartened by her natural reaction to him.]

Thank you. [He does have to duck down a bit, but he's become accustomed to the door sizes of Hadriel. He makes it through without catching his forehead or clacking the tip of his spikes against the frame. Though he is curious, the alien does not look around the home just yet; he figures she will show him what she wants him to see.] I am impressed; not a moment of gawking or even widened eyes... it is good to meet you in person. I have brought you the items that you requested.

[roseofthetyrells]

[and Margaery has grown up being taught to spot and respond to the tells of another's facial features. there's no need to be reluctant with her, she likes him. for who he is, what he looks like doesn't factor into things at all. she's very pleased to make his acquaintance in person no matter what he looks like]

You're welcome. [if he lets himself look around, he'll see large cross-stitches on the walls: the green and golden rose of House Tyrell and its motto, "Growing Strong," the grey and white direwolf of House Stark along with its words, "Winter is Coming," even the black and red three-headed dragon of House Targaryen with its motto, "Fire and Blood," all carefully and intricately done. and she blinks curiously at his words] Why should there be? You're a resident of Hadriel, same as the rest of us. You've lived with us, fought beside us, suffered alongside us. Why would I gawk? And it's wonderful to meet you in person. I greatly appreciate your efforts on our behalf.

[glacius]

[It is hard not to give a moment or two of his attention to the cross-stitches, broad and impressive as they are; the first two are appealing in look, and their mottos are ideas he certainly approves of. It's the last one that seems strangely out of place to him, depicting not common aspects of nature or vows of strength and comforting (to a being of ice such as himself, anyways) cold... but a fierce creature over colors of warning, the words it is paired with seeming vengeful and threatening more than anything.

Glacius seems to scrutinize it for a moment before Margaery addresses him again, and those glowing green eyes flick back to her. He cannot help but chuckle a little bit.] If only all thought as you did... but perhaps I should not spend as much time dwelling on those that do not as I do. It is just... difficult, I suppose, when each one is a reminder of my predicament.

[The ice alien pauses, then realizing he is starting on a soliloquy of sorts, emits a short burst of clicks as if he is reprimanding himself.] Ah, but a first meeting is not the time to heap sad stories on one, and this is not what we are here to discuss. Your appreciation does my hearts good; people like you are the reason I do what I do. Where would you like me to put your meat and pelts?

[roseofthetyrells]

[House Targaryen conquered Westeros using three dragons along with more than its share of fire and blood. then House Targeryen fell and Westeros ultimately slid into chaos. now, what's left of House Targaryen and three dragons may be all that stands between Westeros and utter destruction.

it does stand out compared to Houses Tyrell and Stark, doesn't it? and at his words, her eyes widen slightly] You mean that others. . . do not? That is unfortunate. I would have thought that people here, from such a variety of worlds and backgrounds, would be more understanding.

Perhaps, but you may tell me whatever you wish. I'll keep it in confidence. And your appreciation warms my heart. Thank you. As for where to put the meat and pelts, the pelts can stay out here since I mean to fashion them into cloaks for the household. The meat can go into the refrigerator. It's not working, obviously, but we have blocks of ice in there to keep things cold.

[glacius]

[Glacius simply tilts his head and smiles—a mannerism that says he's noted and appreciated her offer, but is going to choose not to further explain himself... for now, at least. He stays on subject, especially when the refrigerator is brought up.] Ah yes, things are a bit in shambles for most of you without the gods. Would you like me to check it? I cannot get it running again without power, but I can make sure everything is well chilled within and replenish the ice for you.

[roseofthetyrells]

[she smiles back. and as is his right. theirs is a new friendship, after all, and it takes time to establish full trust within such things. after all, she'd never dream of describing her upbringing to a new friend. she imagines that everyone has secrets of a similar importance] Oh! Yes, yes of course you may. Here, let me show you to the kitchen. [and she gets up to lead the way]

[glacius]

[Glacius follows her, his large form looming behind the smaller woman as they go; it is not until she points out the fridge that he carefully steps by her, observing the unit for a moment before he swings the door open. He takes a moment to look it over, fiddling with the temperature dial and checking its power connections in the off chance that he might be able to do something to fixi t... but this technology is crude, and he is not a technician, and even if he was he could not do anything without something to power it. It seems his disclaimer was warranted, then, but at least he can still help in his own way.

Reaching fully inside the fridge now, the ice alien places his hands against the inner walls, concentrating for a moment to channel his powers. His eyes and hands both begin to glow, and frost creeps from his fingertips to gradually coat every surface of the unit's interior. Once the freezing layer has thickened sufficiently, Glacius straightens back up, allowing Margaery to examine it for yourself.] There. I believe that should last you some time, provided you keep it relatively cool in here... and given the weather outside I do not imagine that will be too difficult.

[roseofthetyrells]

[she truly wasn't expecting anything to be able to be done as far as getting the refrigerator working, not without electricity. it's strange, how depended she's grown on it, even after over twenty years living completely without it. refrigerators and dishwashers and washers and dryers all took some time to master, but now that she doesn't have them, she's finding it hard to go back to the old ways. no, not even that as the old ways came with servants to cook her food, wash her clothes, draw her bath, and other matters.

she watches in wide-eyed amazement as his hands and eyes glow and the frost creeps from his fingertips to coat the inside of the refrigerator with ice. and the ice grows and thickens to coat the entirety of the machine. she's beaming as she looks over the interior, this is wonderful! extraordinary! she's very pleased and it shows on her face and in her voice] Yes, thank you ever so much! What you did will aid us greatly. Is there anything I can do in response, to help you in some way?

[glacius]

[The genuine enthusiasm in her voice seems to help Glacius out of his icy shell ever so slightly; his chest puffs up a bit, and his partially hooded eyes convey that he's flattered.] I do try. When it comes to combating heat, and surviving in the cold, I like to think I am quite useful. As for your question...

[He's back to seeming a bit more uncertain, now, though it's in a less hesitant way and more that he is just trying to figure out how to propose his idea.] ... Well, forgive me if this is too forward, but you did mention being adept at making garments. My partner is quite cold-natured, and his outfit has seen better days, so I suppose I was wondering... if you would consider entering into a mutually beneficial agreement? Whereas in I provide you with meats and pelts, and assist you where I can, if you could perhaps... make some clothing for him?

[roseofthetyrells]

[she sees his reaction and does so hope that it's a pleased one] Very useful indeed! And, yes?

[she waits expectantly, with a pleasant smile on her face] It's not too forward at all! I would love to be of assistance to him, especially given the climate we've found ourselves in. And I agree to your proposal wholeheartedly! I think it's more than fair to each of us. I would need your partner to stop by the Shop so that I could get his measurements and preferences as to cut and color. I'm there most days by ten am and usually stay until five in the evening. Bring him by any time.

[glacius]

[Glacius takes a moment to think about it, running a finger over his tapering chin. He had thought that this might be a nice surprise, but the seamstress would know how to best go about this, and if there are any specific modifications that Carlisle would like for his religious vestments, he would be the one to give them. He can still propose the idea as a surprise, after all, and his partner does prefer to feel like he has some control in situations whenever possible... the alien nods.] Yes... yes, I can do that. Thank you, I am glad you are so receptive to this. Normally people would need more time to grow accustomed to each other before undertaking such a time-consuming venture, so... I very much appreciate you being willing to do this for me, a relative outsider, someone you do not know very well.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery allows him his time to think. everyone needs time for self-reflection, after all. especially if it also involves a partner in the way that Margaery perceives the word. again, she is grateful that this world allows people to love as they will, without fear of judgment of others. and there will be some control, but he will in fact be swept into Hurricane Margaery. unrelentingly sweet (unless you manage to annoy her, which is quite a feat) and open] That would be wonderful. And why would I not be receptive to it? I make clothing for others all the time, many of whom simply present me with a bolt of fabric, then make their demands regardless of whether or not I'm familiar with their style of clothing. I've had to do a lot of learning along the way! And you are not an outsider to me, nor are you someone I don't know well. I know you well enough.