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Milimili could be found the most during nighttime, roaming around outside in the snow. Snow wasn't her most favorite thing, but she could tolerate it. There was a part of her fascinated by it, but during the day it was just a little too bright and white out there.

So night it would be.

She could be found anywhere around campus during the night especially, but if it's convenient, she can also be found during the day. During the night she'll be hanging out by taking a walk or hanging out in the shadows, looking particularly under-dressed for being in the snow if she's not in her Banette form. During the day she's more likely to be hiding, waiting to catch somebody else off guard. Just specify where your character finds her and we're gold.

"O, the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow~!"
Clear cheerily stood among the flurry of snow, his head swinging to and fro as he belted out his finest little Christmas carols. From classics to more modern day songs, his melodic voice took over the air and filled it with a celebratory ambiance. His mask was likely to be disrupting, but never fear! He already decked it out with some sprigs of holly and his head was topped with a cute Santa hat.

He was so ready for the holidays. After all, it was the best time of year!

"Just hear those sleigh bells jing-a-ling,
Ring-ting-tingling, too~!
Come on, it's lovely weather,
For a sleigh ride together with you~~~!"

Out went the season of changing leaves and slightly warm days. But then when she'd returned to the academy, Eirika had found it mostly cold. And damp. Yet mainly cold. The very concept of the ways the days grew longer, the sun lasting less, it was somewhat miraculous.

And she had not parted from her ways. Characteristic tunic of red and gold over a skirt and boots not made for snow, she looked as she always did. And felt as she often had, a sense of longing for home and wistfulness for days that had long passed. Still, she remembered her blessings and the people at the academy who helped her along, for it was not merely one or two, but rather many.

So in the face of all ill things, she really didn't have it as poor as she could have. And it was difficult to forget that as she stood in light snowfall and seemed simply content to watch it. And be covered in it.

Chiyo was out at night smiling in anticipation of what was to come. She could feel it in the air and she knew that something she loved was soon to come.

"It's snowing...!" she said to herself softly in glee as she reached out her hands for the snowflakes approaching her. An insurmountable joy took her as she began slowly twirling around, humming sweet random tunes. She was entering the Christmas spirit and her own little joyful world. The snow was just what she needed to cheer up and feel lively again.

Should anyone see her, they're welcome to join her or strike up a conversation. She's much more calm compared to when she left and when morning rises, you can be sure she'll be out and about in the snow again, making footprints, snow angels, and snowmen here and there.

Guess who really didn't like the snow. One very unamused elf. Snow wasn't friendly, it wasn't welcoming, it was a menace. He had done what he could to avoid it back in Azeroth, but it seemed impossible here. Because it was everywhere. And he sure despised it.

And he'd mostly refused to step in it if he could, but that didn't stop him from practically plastering his face against the window of the commons room and glowering about the newly-found land of white cold fluff.

The only thing missing was mushing dogs. Everything else was perfect and while the cold weather could be a hindrance, to Snake, it was almost like being back in Alaska. It was virtually something he could get behind and from the first glimpse of snowfall, he had given the smallest smile. A genuine smile. It was just a shame it wouldn't last that long. A few months down the road, or less than, and they'd be back to chirping birds and blooming flowers.

But he'd take advantage of it while he could.

And that was how he found himself bundled up carefully enough in his little snow fort, a perfect waiting place to ambush people from. With snowballs. And with just himself. It was going to be a winter that no one would forget- if he had his way about it.

Snow never stopped Connor. Cold never stopped Connor. Not ever. Not now. After all, Connor lived through one of the worst recorded winters. He was traveling through tree and snow trying to stalk whatever prey happened to be out and about. In such a suburban area, big game wasn't as common as in the frontier. That was an obvious given though.

Connor had made well into catching smaller mammals. Enough to feed both him and his mother and make furs. That was what mattered.

In distance not too far from him and running something along parallel, Ziio bounded over tree branches from one to the other as if it was nothing. Like the fact that she'd had a child hindered absolutely nothing about what she was or was not capable of. Objectively, it could have been considered incredible. When the two of them moved the way they did, they seemed more like wild animals than actual people. And she didn't mind. That was how she preferred it.

And she had done something requested of her. She had left her hair free. (And she had been right too. It was far more difficult to get around, but the threads of black better shielded her face against the harsh of the cold.

"Have you seen anything yet?" she asked when she stopped a tree from him, not too loud, but enough for him to hear. "Be wary of wandering plants, also." For a repeat of Vinnie was unneeded.

Weavile were made for the snow. Being part Ice-types, they thrived in low temperatures, and their small size made it easy for them to sneak up on their prey by hiding in snowdrifts. The hard part was overcoming their strange coloring--a nearly black navy blue highlit with the occasional pink.

But with enough training, they could be speedy and strong enough to overcome this drawback.

Houndoom, on the other hand, being part Fire-type, was weakened in the cold. Though it had a type advantage against ice type pokemon and attacks, the cold itself was the foe here. Its internal fire only went so far in protecting it, so it was valuable to train it against the cold.

That was what Cyrus was spending his weekend doing. If the snow continued, he would train Honchkrow and Crobat, whose flying types also left them weak to ice.

Also, training would keep him away from those rotten, insidious carols people kept singing.

Winter had always made Chihiro melancholic, last year's incident notwithstanding. He doesn't pretend that none of those things happened, but he was trying to be more in spirit, especially not to worry those around him. He should feel happy enough that he could stand the weather enough to trudge around the snow without coming down with a cold or the sort soon after.

Chihiro could be found walking around campus, mostly in the afternoon. You might also see him taking a short moment to sit down before taking another stroll.

Chihiro had heard the Christmas carols from the distant, feeling curious and a sense of familiarity with the voice, he looked for the source of the merry melodies. Once he had however, he made a small smile and waved to Clear, admittedly not entirely sure what to say since it had been awhile since he had talked with the white-haired man in proper.

While Ellistree enjoyed all the seasons, winter was always one that made her kind of lazy. Wanting to simply relax and enjoy herself as much as she could, it was the best time of year to unwind! That's why if you went around campus and you looked at the edge where the forrest meets you'd find a warm campfire with some logs as seats around it and a familiar figure (Or not!).

The half-breed was lounging at the fireside, a large pot sitting atop the fire with pleasant smells of hot chocolate being whisked away by the winter breeze. She was drinking from a large mug which she had added some extra 'heat' from a small collection of bottles that were to the side. After all, dwarves always claimed that nothing warms you up like a nice ~~keg~~ pint of liquid fire. Care to join?

"Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, let's go!
Let's look at the... hm?"

Clear swore he saw something nearby, and sure enough, there he was, a dear friend of his waving shyly his way. He knew who that was, but... golly, he looked very different from when he met with him last!

"Fujisaki-san?!" Excitably, he lifted his mask to display his smile, using the other hand to wave frantically at him. "Fujisaki-saaaaaan! Helloooooo!"

The concrete path just outside the doorway to the boy's dorm (what's she doing there?!) reminded Vivian of photos she had seen of the beach. This was a strong, grey sand that drifted into a sea of frost, swallowed and hidden but still firm. Children and adults alike swimming in it all and it was equally as beautiful. She liked to look at it just as she did the photos, but the images in her books and on websites looked far warmer. Everyone had barely dressed for those pictures, but what she saw here was bundled individuals with noses and cheeks burnt and rosy for completely different reasons.

This year, Vivian knew to dress warm and cozy. (Somehow.) She had found a variety of clothes in her space that were appropriate for this time of year, among them some black/silver gloves and matching boots, and a warm pea coat to give her a little style. She still has the skirt on, but no big deal. It doesn't bother her.

What's been bugging her is what's wrapped around her neck. A red scarf far too big for her small frame, but she has it swirled around as properly as she knew to wear it, streams of hair creeping out from different loose sections. If any scent of its owner had been there it's gone now, and as soon as she put her entire wardrobe on, a different feeling kept her from stepping out of the doorway to join everyone else.

It was as if she'd walk outside and find herself lost.

She sighed, tugged the scarf a bit, and forced herself to go outside anyway. ... For two whole steps.

Edited 2013-12-08 04:30 (UTC)

Ugh. What a terrible time to decide he was going to ditch his apartment and come back to the school. It wasn't so much that Desmond particularly disliked winter or the cold (he was pretty used to dealing with difficult winters thanks to the Farm), but he wasn't as dressed for it as he would have liked to be. On top of that, there was no riding his motorcycle in these conditions, so he just made himself walk all the way there.

Upon arrival, Desmond went looking for some type of campus map, hoping to locate the building he was likely to find his ancestor in. You'll likely find him stand in front of that or just wandering the campus and getting a good look around on his way.

Although Sinnoh was an especially cold region, with snowfall that started as early as September some years and didn't end until early May, and despite his claims of the body being simply transient, Cyrus was still a human and thus could only take so much. He signaled for Houndoom to follow him, and the two headed to the campfire.

"If you do not mind company, my Houndoom wishes to regain its fire."

"You seem melancholy." The sudden voice from beside her seemed to come from nowhere. Cyrus had approached softly, the snow not deep enough to crunch beneath his shoes. "What troubles you?"

She hadn't heard him and for that reason alone, she briefly tensed when he addressed her. With crisp motions, she looked over to him and for a few moments said nothing and then she shook her head.

"Melancholy, no. Thoughtful, excessively perhaps," she replied with a diplomatic smile. She offered him a small curtsey before she contemplated the placement of her hands. Settling on resting one over the hilt of her sword for comfort's purpose, she left the other one free.

"Cyrus, is that correct?"

"Yes. And you are...Eirika, yes?"

Rather than wait for an answer, he continued. "What thoughts catch your mind so intently?"

There's snow everywhere.

Except where this giant puppy thing is sleeping in the middle of the quad. Where he's sleeping is just puppy and no snow at all, for at least a foot or two around him. Just regular ground. Oh goodness, he looks so warm and fuzzy oh my gracious goodness me.

Oh, he's stretching. Oh, oh, he's stretching and going back to sleep. Oh my goodness. Oh, he's moving his paws because he's chasing something in his slumbers. Oh, he's on his back and running after some sort of dream-creature. Oh, oh look at his giant paws go. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh they're so large and fuzzy. Oh my goodness. Oh. Oh puppy, oh. Oh. Oh are you going to catch it? Are you? Oh he's making little whining noises. Oh it's so adorable. Oh, puppy.

Bowser throws a snowball the size of your head at you.

Apple Kid, wearing some ear muffs and a scarf and a puffy coat that makes him look even rounder than normal, is using what looks like a giant, over-sized hair dryer to shoot tinsel at the giant pine tree. Good glory, how festive and convenient. Festivenient. We are just getting all tinseled up in here.

He also has several other, similar devices in a largish box next to him. Maybe if you ask nice, he'll tell you what they do.

Here's Sonny Moe doing his level best to make a snowman. He loves to make snowmen. He'd grabbed some carrots from the kitchen so he could make a nose on his snowman but fat chance of that because he actually just ate the carrots.

So he's going to use a pinecone instead.

And in lieu of coal for buttons and eyes, he's just using rocks because heck, where ya gonna find coal around here? Nowhere. That's where. Also? Sticks for arms. Big, beefy sticks he found near the woods. Because he didn't want his snowman to have skinny little arms.

Who knew a grown-ass man could have so much fun with some snow, some rocks and sticks and a pinecone?

SNOW'S COLD but even though that's true, Alter Ego's enjoying it anyway. When you're an AI who usually only fantasizes about taking part in simple activities from eating lunch with friends to making a snow angel, this is part of a dream come true.

Alter Ego can be found attempting to help out with decorating, for one. He seems to have stringed popcorn in his hands, but not very much. He might be in need of some more.

Otherwise, he could also be found doing any other manner of snow activities: preparing to make a snowman, scoping out some choice areas for snow angels, or just trying to stay warm. (He's not very resistant to the cold.)

The last Mondo had seen of Chiyo had been months ago, near the middle of August, to be precise. He'd picked a fight for her sake and made a huge ass of himself in some people's eyes, but he felt like he did what he had to do when confronted with that kind of circumstance. His regrets were few in that sense, but of the ones that lingered, the big one might be after not seeing Chiyo around since the day at the pool party, wondering whether he was partially to blame for her disappearance or not. He'd been pretty abrasive toward her and she was the sensitive and shy type. She'd seemed horrified when she saw the violence he had started, so he wasn't sure what kind of an affect his actions had on her. Considering he'd been in similar situations before with girls who detested his lifestyle, he could surmise that he put her off and scared her away for good. It stung to think about, but he was over it for the most part.

His thoughts weren't on her as he crunched through the snow, but they were now. Over there in the clearing was a girl with fins and a blue tail, quite amused by her own footprints as her voice rose into the clear wintry air. He froze where he stood, close to the copse of trees that did not immediately make his presence stand out to her just yet. He already accepted that she had probably gone away, but now that she was here so suddenly, all the feelings he'd tried to bury with her memory clawed out of their graves to play with his heart and mind. He wanted to call out to her, but hesitation buckled him back- who said he should? If he pulled her out of her carefree spell, he might make her upset and uncomfortable. He was good at wrecking shit, but this wasn't something he wanted to break.

"..." He chose instead to remain subdued, and walk along on his way. If she noticed him there, she could do whatever she liked, but he wasn't going to force her into his company.

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[open] Milimili; around campus

merry clearsmas!

Eirika - Anywhuuuurrrr - Open

[Open] Chiyo; Around campus

Soryk - Common Rooms / Teacher's Lounge - Open

Snake - Anywhere - Open

[closed] Connor and Ziio are hunting

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open! Cyrus and Weavile, Sat or + Houndoom, Sun

[Open] Chihiro, all around the campus

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[Open] At the edge of Campus, all day/times

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[Open!] Too dramatic for bb turret

[open!] Desmond; Anywhere as he returns to campus!

Sunday, morning

Saturday, evening

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[Open - Puppy]

SORRY, BOWSER LIKES TO PICK ON LITTLE PEOPLE.

[APPLES KID - OPEN - TREE DECORATIONS]

[Open] Do ya wanna make a snowmaaaaannn~?

[open] Alter Ego; TREE DECORATING and ENJOYING SNOW

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