[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/SYLaJgW.png[/img] [color=cfff04]"Not in it for the cash. In it for the good vibes!”[/color] [color=888888]— Tonya “Mac” Murphy[/color] [hider=Tonya “Mac” Murphy] [b]Age: 24/11 | Gender: Female/Female | Illusion, Gravity Body | Power of Friendship, Regeneration, Third Eye | Moirai Coercion, Soul Jar, Martial Training, True Sight, Parasite, Gifted, Awareness, Overcity Shift, Mystic Artifact Magical Overload, Paragon, Blessing, Gifted Item | Monster Form, Big Brother, Arrogance, Vendetta Redirected Magic, Second Specialization | Non-Standard Limbs, Destroyer[/b] STR: 05 | AGI: 04 | VIT: 05 | MAG: 03 | LCK: 03 +46 STR: 21 | AGI: 21 | VIT: 21 | MAG: 20 | LCK: 20 Earnings this post: Snow man + Ice sculpture: 2 Silver Remaining: 7 Gold, 30 Silver, 38 Bronze Total: 11 Gold, 162 Silver, 182 Bronze [/hider][/center] There was an old saying that one's joy at the first snow is inversely proportionate to their age. This was probably because children do not have to concern themselves with things like shoveling, heating their homes, and driving to work. Moreover, Most adults had made about as many snowmen as they really cared to. It was a pain that Mac understood. Though it had been a decade or so since she had made anything, so she didn't really mind the trip down memory lane. Her snowman was so unremarkable it would go unnoticed. Three balls of various sizes stacked on top of each other, complete with tree branches for arms, a carrot for a nose, and a twig for a smile. Mac did not have access to pelits of coal, and it was what she had always made the mouth with. Though she did remember using M&Ms one year, but her parents were less impressed with that. The same went for the Reece's cups that she used for eyes. They thought that she only used candy as an excuse to raid the pantry for snacks. While that was totally true, it was a little cruel to accuse a kid of doing that, wasn't it? But it was for the best. She had to grow up to become a diligent cop after all. One that could make sure that kids like Glex never have to suffer again. Mmm, her mind was wandering. It was time to sculpt some ice. Unlike making a snowman, this was something that Mac was totally unfamiliar with. She didn't even know where to begin with the tools. After breaking her ice block three different times, she settled for carving a small snow bun out of what was left of the ice block fragment. It was crude, but she thought it was cute. She likely wasn't going to get first place. She set the snowbun on top of the snow man's head. It was a fun way to kill a few minutes, but it did feel like she had just wasted her time. It wasn't like she needed the money, after all. Maybe once everyone came here, she could watch some people make stuff. That would probably be more interesting than making anything herself. [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/tkl1KJU.png[/img] [color=tomato]“Quick! LoC! Use your causality-altering magic!”[/color] [color=888888]— Oros[/color] [/center] Before the Oros/Justine collab started, Oros had to finish her interaction with the Q-T Connie. [color=tomato]“Oh! Uh, you, you did get me something.”[/color] Oros turned the package over in her hands. The thunderclap didn’t startle her nearly as much as being surprise hugged. Usually it was Oros who initiated this type of behavior. It was fun to coil her arms around someone and squeeze the bejesus out of them. But while Connie had her arms wrapped around Oros’s torso as tight as she could, that didn’t appear to be the intent. Though Connie’s intent was not on Oros’s mind. She was still trying to process what was happening right up until the girl apologized to her. [color=tomato]“Y-yea, thanks. I-I mean not a problem!”[/color] A toaster overn appeared in her hand, and she offered it to Connie. [color=tomato]“I had a lot of gifts to give out, and I forgot to wrap them. I can get you something else if you’d like. So uh, yea!”[/color] Oros looked side to side. [color=tomato]“Oh! I think Lez-bean needs my help! Let’s talk later!”[/color] Oros wasn’t sure what had her so flustered, but she wasn’t going to get punked like that again. She took a deep breath, mustered the smuggest grin she could manage, and collab bombed Alexander. [@Ponn] [hr] Tetrad had just gotten back to her feet when the trap arrived with drinks. [color=75c159]”Yea, I’m not really in the mood for- wait is that ale?”[/color] She folded her arms and pursed her lips. [color=75c159]”Well it would be a shame to let that go to waste. So I guess I’d better take both of them.”[/color] Tetrad lifted Emily’s and her own drink out of Sakura’s hands. [color=75c159]”I also recall Emily telling me that she doesn’t do well with alcohol. Well, I’ll make sure hers isn’t wasted.”[/color] Tetrad took a sip before noticing everyone was heading outside. [color=75c159]”Guess we’d better see what’s going on out there. Also, do you have a name?”[/color] She decided not to question the individual further about their sex. The answer to those types of questions wouldn’t make her happy, she decided. [color=75c159][i]Wonder if Amaryllis is here somewhere. Been a hot second since we talked.[/i][/color] [@Aribaby] [hr] Oros was still carrying Emily like a briefcase, but set her upright when they got out the door. [color=tomato]“Ice sculpting and snowman making? That’s two silver! We should optimize our time by completing these tasks right now! Hell, I’ll even bunny you into my post so that you don’t have to do anything!”[/color] Oros took off towards a giant ice cube and pointed at it. [color=tomato]“Alright Em, melt this bad boy! Then you can freeze it on my command.”[/color] Needless to say, melting an ice block was pretty easy for an experienced fire girl to do. The block of ice melted quickly, some of it even turning into steam. But it was at this point that Oros was able to get to work. As the ice cube melted, Oros was able to make the water bend and surge in the air as she desired. [color=tomato]“That looks good! You know what to do, Em! Work from the bottom up!”[/color] On Oros’s command, she removed the heat from the water and solidified it in place. The finished sculpture seemed to be a girl in beach ware. This was Oros’s first attempt sculpting like this, and finer details like a distinct face were not in her skill set. [color=tomato]“Ah! I forgot my ponytail! That’s okay, we’re not being scored. Let’s build a snowman!”[/color] Oros didn’t get nearly as fancy when it came to making the snowman. She and Emily rolled some snow balls into snow boulders. Once they had the body done, they decorated it with whatever they could find. Emily found some stones and twigs for the mouth and arms, while Oros reached into her hammer space to get the maido outfit it would wear. Then they just gave it an icicle mow-hawk because Oros thought those looked cool, and that maids should be allowed to be punk too. [color=tomato]“Excellent!”[/color] Oros patted Emily on the shoulder. [color=tomato]“Now let’s see if we can find a bunny, no more distractions!”[/color] Oros placed Emily on her shoulders and ranran as fast as she could, still trying to push what happened between her and Connie to the furthest depths of her mind. [@FamishedPants] [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/dIXIuEs.png[/img] [color=ade81b]”You got the joke right? Army? Because my arm… hurts. I’m in pain.”[/color] [color=888888]— Betty “Biohazard” Barton[/color] [/center] Betty managed to hunt the hare and follow the direction she [i]thought[/i] she booted the soldier in to the opening ceremony. She missed Maura’s shadow show, and if she had it her way, she would have missed everything else too. She had already decided that she was going to give Maura another chance. She had told her as much last time they spoke. But that didn’t mean Betty wasn’t still hurt over everything that happened. She didn’t feel like talking to anyone, didn’t feel like being cold, and didn’t even feel like being happy. She could hunt snowbuns all day, but there would always be down time where her mind would drift to unpleasant things. Though she did at least feel like she still had a purpose on this team, which wasn’t something she had when she was crying outside the lodge. She didn’t like feeling this way, but she wasn’t sure how to move past it. Talking to friends didn’t work, talking to her fellow Cradle agents only did so much, and Justine herself was no help at all. Even isolating herself in the endless snowy expanse on a snowbun hunt was only delaying the inevitable. Tetrad had always talked to her about how fun it was to lose yourself in a party. To shed off your own identity and become one with everyone around you. For someone as silly as Tetrad, she got awfully poetic about parties. Maybe joining the gathering of people would lift her mood. So Betty did that, just catching the end of the dolphin’s announcement before everyone got to work. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do first, but also didn’t want to ask an individual for help. The magic of parties was that the hive mind was suppose to kick in, right? Betty should be losing herself any moment now. But she was feeling nauseous. Someone with a really annoying voice was speaking. They seemed to have a stutter too. [color=bc8dbf]”A-Alrighty then. Let’s make a snowman to end all snowmen!"[/color] Now Betty was not a girl that liked to swear. In fact she actively avoided it wherever she could. But if she could swear, she probably wouldn’t have hesitated to call Justine a gamer word then and there. It was just very insensitive for someone who tried to cause two different calamities to say something as heartless as that. Like what, destroying love wasn’t enough? You need to destroy all snowmen too? Betty was just one girl. It would be had to beat Justine [i]and[/i] whoever was helping her. Sure, Justine was probably just going to have them build her a snowman and then laugh about how simple it was without even raising a finger, because [i]of course she would.[/i] But Betty was not out of ideas. She noticed a hill not too far away, and had already decided what her snowman would look like. If justine was going to make a snowman to end all snowmen, than Betty just had to make a snowman that went beyond the simple confines of a snowman. A snowman that was something more. A snowlord? A snowgod? A snowtitan? She didn’t know what to call it. But it was going to be cool. With just a single snowball in hand, Betty began her trek towards the hill.