[MINGLE] One-Man Show

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Inari Shrine and elsewhere
WHEN: 25 January 2019 through ?
OPEN TO: All opted in characters
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[nonstopnarcissist]

"Making footwear. Makeshift, but-" He swigs back the last two mouthfulls of vodka before finding a relatively safe space away from people with bare feet and carefully cracks the bottle of vodka. All he needs is an edge sharp enough to cut through the snuggie. Some tearing and twisting later and he's got a rudimentary glass knife (yikes) and two bundles of fabric from the bottom hem of Liv's snuggie- the bulk of it (sleeves and all) still whole for her use in not freezing. "Here we go. Wrap up your feet. It's not perfect but it's better than just socks."

[living_proof]

"See, I knew I kept you around for a reason," I reply. I try to not snatch the fabric from him like I have no manners, but I'm only partly successful. My toes are just about frozen through, okay? You'd be grabby, too.

The Snuggie fabric is thick, and I can barely get my socks back on over my feet once I've securely wrapped them, but hey, it also means my toes feel considerably less frost-bitten. If anybody has to lose an appendage, I guess I would rather it be me, but that doesn't mean I'm gunning for it to happen.

"Alright," I say as I push myself back to my feet, just a little wobbly on their wads of fabric. "I guess let's go find out if anybody else is up here or we're just super special."

[womanofvalue]

Peggy wishes that she had more of a kit with her, but given that she was fishing, all that she has in her pockets is some twine and the clothes she'd bundled up with. "If you need the carry, let us know," she says, because the solution is a good one, but she fears temporary once they get soaked.

Looking towards Liv, she's more than happy to fixate on anything but what she'd just watched. "Lead the way," she says, trusting in the path that she's got and not wanting hers to show any different (though she is so very tempted to see if it would finally, finally lead them to the people in charge).

[nonstopnarcissist]

"We're the most special, clearly." Tony falls in line, slipping his wrapped glass, his hammer, and his chisel into his belt. The leather gloves and apron would've been some kind of extra layer but no, he'd had to go without this morning. He could kick himself for it or he could press on, keeping his eyes and ears out for-

Well he never did figure out what a Wendigo looked like other than huge, or what it sounded like other than monstrous so that's.

Stressful.