[Locked] The silent frozen world had become a canvas new;

[king_in_the_north]

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Snow!

[fromnowhere]

WHO: Rey
WHERE: In the snow!
WHEN: 15 January
OPEN TO: Everyone; starter for Kylo Ren
WARNINGS: None as of yet

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[theoldlie]

WHO: Steve Trevor
WHERE: Steve & Diana's House
WHEN: January 14th
OPEN TO: Diana Prince
WARNINGS: Blizzard

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Back in Belgium, the snowfall they'd run into had been light and dream-like, a romantic detente in the otherwise grisly fight against what was left of the country. For the past number of hours, Steve's hard-pressed to find anything remotely romantic about the situation outside. He'd given up on trying to clear their door from snow once he'd checked their supplies. They have food and enough firewood to stay warm, so the safest thing to do would be to stay inside.

Once he's ensured their survival, he thinks he's allowed a little bit of playfulness, not only because they probably do need to conserve warmth, but this is probably the best person to be stuck with. He can only imagine being here with Sami or Charlie, though he does think that Chief would be a pretty good snuggler and provider of warmth. Still, Diana's far and away the best option that he could've been given.

Yanking some of the blankets he'd taken from the inn out of the closet, he heads into the main room with them, hoping that she won't mind a little while spent inside until it's clear enough to make an attempt to dig out. "I don't know about you," he starts, leaning down to brush a kiss to her temple, "but I think that the less time spent outside a giant fortress of blankets," he goes on, lifting them in his arms, "the better. What do you say?" he asks, with a determined glint in his eye.

ψ don't you dare look out your window | OTA and closed

[fishermansweater]

WHO: Finnick Odair
WHERE: By the river, in the Inn, and House 57
WHEN: January 8th and January 13th
OPEN TO: Everyone and Annie
WARNINGS: Dictatorial repression

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By the River & At the Inn, January 8th

OPEN TO ALL

Finnick's aware that there's now electric lights and a refrigerator for perishable food in the Inn, but nobody seems to know why the electricity suddenly works there. That's not an entirely unfamiliar feeling to someone from Panem, where in the districts, blackouts are so common that most people learn not to rely on electricity. When not having electricity is more reliable than actually having it, people learn to live without it. The victors, of course, have a variety of electrical appliances in their mansions, as a luxury. But it's just that, a luxury, a nicer way to be able to cook, and to keep food cool and heat water, to watch the television that the Capitol mandates. Not like in the Capitol, where nothing goes short, where they have enough of everything to waste while the districts go without.

It hasn't been much of an adjustment here not to use electricity. It takes time to even notice that there's electricity in the house, when Finnick notices the changes in the kitchen: a refrigerator and an electric stove. It's only after finding the electricity in the refrigerator running that he tries the lights.

There's a box, too, another of the strange maybe-sponsor gifts that have proved to be such a strange mix of helpful things and luxuries. Today, it's a mixture of both: new shoes for hiking and for running, a pair of sturdy pants, but perhaps most precious of all, a blank bound book, in this place where paper is such a scarcity, and some pencils, and the rest of the box full of chocolate.

He takes some of the chocolate with him when he heads to the Inn, one bar to drop off as a gift for Kate Kelly, and a couple of others in case he winds up needing something to offer. He's aware that he's been the recipient of unexpected generosity from people who've received similar gifts, remembering Cougar's candy and the delight it had given to be able to bring the man's gift to Annie. But he's also aware that a scarce resource is not to be given away lightly here.

He takes longer about his fishing that morning, because he stops a little way north of the bridge over the river, not to check his traps, but to sit on his backpack and pull out one of the pencils. He's careful as he works his pocketknife around the wood, wanting to sharpen the pencil without wasting any of it. It's probably foolish not to use the journal to take notes on this place, but that's not what he has in mind. He's gotten good, over the years, at committing the things he needs to know to his memory. He knows things that would be a death sentence if anyone in Panem knew that he knew them: the dangerous deals that could ruin many careers, the depravities of people who think they're untouchable, the President's secrets that only his confidants know.

He doesn't need to write anything down to remember it. What he needs is an outlet, the same secret outlet he'd allowed himself in Panem, wrapped up as a victor's talent and sold to the Capitol along with everything else. He'd chosen poetry for a lack of anything else to choose, and he'd used it to play into the image Snow had chosen for him: perpetually in and out of love, living the life granted to the victors to the fullest. But it had become more to him, a way to reach into the parts of himself that had broken with his victory, to give voice to the things that could never be said openly.

He sits, quietly, head bowed over the early blank pages of the notebook, and he tries to find that voice again.

Not that he can stay outside long, as cold as it is. Eventually, he has to get moving, put the journal away and finish his trap-checking.

Later in the day, he heads into the electric-lit Inn, and waits around in the main room for longer than usual. When someone new comes into the room, he smiles, stepping a little away from the fire to make room.

"Nice change having electricity," he offers, tilting his head towards the nearest lightbulb.

House 57, January 13th

CLOSED TO ANNIE

It's already been cold and snowy for weeks, but Finnick's still not experienced with snowstorms. It's been snowing overnight, though, and as the wind picks up and starts rattling and howling around the old house Finnick and Annie live in, he thinks he knows enough to tell this is going to be something bad. There aren't storms like these in District Four, but the snow is already carpeting the ground and Finnick knows they could wind up stuck if it keeps up. He should head out early if he's going to do anything at all today.

The bite in the air when he steps outside changes his mind. The birds seem to agree; he's greeted by a chorus of startled honking and flapping as several startled birds make their displeasure known, fleeing down the porch steps and back into the yard. There's already a lot of snow on the ground, and Finnick quickly realizes he's not going anywhere today, except to fetch the rest of the birds in out of the storm.

He heads back for the door.

"We're going to have to get the birds in."

009 Snowball Fight [OPEN MINGLE LOG]

[minus1twin]

WHO: Wanda Maximoff
WHERE: All over the Village
WHEN: January 15th (After the snow storm)
OPEN TO: Everyone
WARNINGS: N/A (please label any warnings in headers when they come up if they do.)

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Wanda was happy to see the last bit of snow fall from the sky. She had nothing against the snow or the cold but she could only spend so long cooped up inside. There was work that had to be done now that the blizzard was at it's end, however, work wasn't the first thing on Wanda's mind as she stepped out into a world of perfect white.

She recalled what Raleigh had said. At the time, her memory had been lost but she remembered now, like he was standing next to her speaking into her ear. 'Even as an adult stationed up in Anchorage, we'd blow off steam having snowball fights. You ever do that? Duck and cover, try to see if you could get someone more than they got you?'

Wanda looked down at the snow and smiled. They all needed to blow off a little bit of steam. She gathered the snow in her palms as she made her way towards the inn, looking for unsuspecting victims to pull into her game. She waned everyone to play. They all needed a little bit of fun.

[ooc note: this is an open log for a large village snowball fight that Wanda is going to start. I'll be tagging everyone with her but feel free to post a header and say that Wanda dragged your character into the game. I'm good with assuming anything so that everyone can get involved! There might also be a puppy following Wanda, giving away her position if you want to nail her with a snowball :D]