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 Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2018 10:30 am
Quote: New Year's Eve has gone awry for you when pretty snowflakes turn into an ugly snowstorm in a matter of minutes. Your walk through the snow (to wherever it is that you were headed to celebrate the new year at) is becoming less magical by the minute and judging by the size of the hail pieces, you need to get out of it fast before you find yourself on the receiving end of some vicious bruises. Unfortunately, the wind and the snow have made it impossible to navigate through and after a series of twists, turns and attempts to shield yourself from the storm, you find yourself on the doorstep of a clearly neglected cabin-type house. You're not sure where it came from but you don't have much choice but to make your way inside to avoid the fierce weather. Inside, there's enough wood to make a fire in the fireplace, a small cot with a few dusty quilts, some half-burned candles and several canned goods (all that seem decently aged). You might even be able to find some alcohol hidden away, if you're lucky. Judging by the way the wind is howling and the snow is piling up, though, it looks like you're going to be bringing in the new year stuck in this unfortunate place - better make due with what you've got!
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2018 10:34 am
Sinoite hated the cold. he hated the snow. He hated that he had to go quota's out in the dark in the middle of the worst snowstorm because he had been putting if off until he got the little email ping to remind him.
Hey your quotas aren't filled.
YEAH WELL HIS HOUSE WAS WARM AND NICE. It would be even better if he could just perch up and paint with full heat on but even that effected his art.
Augh. Worst. WORST.
It literally could not get worst then this....could it?
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2018 4:02 pm
Alabaster hated the cold for a variety of reasons, especially the reasons that involved getting wet and getting his clothes ruined by whatever damned thing was falling from the sky this time. Not to mention that it made everything else around him suck, including his office work and his Negaverse work.
He was therefore already in a bad mood when the storm hit, and now he was staggering around half blinded in who-the-hell-knew-where, icy sleet pelting his exposed face and hands, seeping into his uniform and making him feel as though if he didn't get out of this thing soon, he was about to turn into a human popsicle.
It was, needless to say, not an appealing prospect.
Alabaster had just enough time to register a power signature through the bitter cold before he ran into the person it belonged to - literally. He crashed sideways into them, stumbling, and let out a stream of curses that would have made his mother blanch and his secretary let out a gasp of dismay, Alabaster trying to drag himself vertical again.
"What the hell - Sinoite?"
He was pretty sure out of all the blasted people to run into this night, that sodden, freezing figure with the lavender hair could not possibly be Alabaster's arch nemesis - and current object of a feeling he wasn't about to consider - and yet...
And yet it was. Clearly.
Well, at least if he died here, he would take Sinoite down with him.
"Where the hell are we?" Alabaster yelled over the noise of the wind, not even bothering to greet him properly. "I CAN'T SEE A DAMN THING!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2018 9:04 pm
Sinoite had moved around the town, until he was out on the outer banks when he realized something. It was starting to get colder, and it was starting to pick up wind wise. it was probably best to return home before the weather turned even worst.
Except it did and large pieces of hail started to come down, and come down quickly. He covered his hands under his arms, as they were the most important part of his body and started to move. Eventually, he saw a house in the distant which would be perfect for cover. It was dingy enough that he doubted anyone but a homeless person lived there, and if they did well, easy starseed and he could dump them outside.
He felt the aura too late, so focused on the extreme hail when he bumped into someone. He almost couldn't believe he heard the blonde's voice, but there was no mistake. Alabaster was here too, and of course he was. It was like hell froze over just for tonight.
"DO I LOOK LIKE I KNOW?" He yelled back and grabbed the man by the collar of his uniform, dragging him towards the cabin. He bust open the door, throwing the man inside and shaking off any of the hail. "Great. Of course the weather would take a turn for the worst." He looked over at the lawyer, rolling his eyes. "You really need to get some glasses, Alabastard."
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2018 6:03 pm
"I DON'T KNOW, DO YOU?" Alabaster yelled, then found himself being abruptly dragged forward, his gloved fingers scrabbling at the cane in his hand to keep from losing it in the deafening, whipping wind all around them. He made some sort of noise of protest, flailing a little instinctively, but the next second he was being bodily flung inside an open door.
"Stop telling me I need glasses," he wheezed, chest heaving for breath, Alabaster bent double with his hands on his knees. It felt as though he'd swallowed ice. He probably had, come to think of it.
When he was sure he could possibly not hack up a lung, Alabaster straightened, still coughing a little, one hand rising to wipe at his mouth with the back of his hand. "I most assuredly do not need glasses, thank you very much. I'm not that old."
He told himself. Again. Blue eyes flickered around the...
...wherever the hell it was. Alabaster's frown deepened.
"What is this place?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2018 7:14 pm
"Well, fix your vision there." Sinoite wiped off hail and scrunched his nose in displeasure. There wasn't much in this dingy cabin and the man wasn't made to be like....outdoorsy.
He was an artist, not a goddamn mountain man.
"It's a cabin Alabaster." The snark was heavy, "And probably our residence for the evening since there is no way I'm risking damaging my hands out in that ******** storm." He blew on his hands and rubbed them together. What the ******** were they suppose to do now?
He could hardly power down. Even as a lieutenant, he wasn't going to die from the cold. She be super....super uncomfortable. He was half tempted to send a message to Zircon but immediately thought better of it.
Asking his general to come teleport to him and take him home seemed like asking for trouble. His gaze fell on the blonde and then sighed.
"Grab the quilts there buddy, We about to get snuggly in here." He started to poke around, looking for anything else of substance when his gaze fell on a couple of bottles of wine and some canned food. At least the chef boyardee was the pull tab kind.
Plus there was a fireplace, so maybe there was s**t around to make a fire. Augh. He'd kill to be home with his heater going.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2018 11:50 am
"There's nothing to fix," Alabaster hissed right back, in what was apparently a method of yelling while whispering, because he wasn't about to raise his voice and get slapped for it. Or something.
If Sinoite wasn't outdoorsy, Alabaster was possibly the farthest thing in the world from outdoorsy. He liked expensive suits and expensive, sleek silver appliances, and shiny black shoes, and the comforts of 1500 thread count silk sheets that had cost him more than he was willing to admit. He liked nice things.
He did not like being holed up inside a Lego house.
Sinoite's demand - not a request - made Alabaster shoot him an affronted look, still shaking hair off of his sleek blond curls. "I will do no such thing," he said, ignoring the way that his stomach had done some sort of flippy floppy thing at the mention of snuggly.
His cane was still clenched in one hand, gloved fingers curling over the handle. "What exactly are we supposed to do here? Is this..."
His voice became lower, as though this was some offensive thing, "roughing it?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2018 9:30 am
"Fine. Freeze then." And as if to prove that he didn't care, cause he didn't, he stomped over to both the blankets, pulling them up and shaking them off before wrapping one around his waist, and the other around like a shawl.
Sufficiently covered, the artist next moved to the fireplace, staring at it before throwing all things flammable in and dropping the whole box of matches for it to start.
It started slow, but he assumed it would get bigger eventually.
Then he sat down and got comfy.
Alabaster's comment made his eyes roll so hard, he was pretty sure they'd check out in the back of his head.
"Yeah. Its roughing it." Alabaster was quickly working his way to a new nickname.
Captain Ala-obvious.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2018 4:53 pm
Wait just a second here.
That was not what was supposed to happen. Sinoite was not supposed to just stalk off and take all of the blankets for himself. He was supposed to realize that he had been in the wrong, and that it was cold, and that Alabaster was supposed to have at least one blanket, and here he was just standing here while Sinoite stole them all.
After a long moment of aggrieved silence in which Alabaster debated all the ways he could potentially throttle Sinoite, he finally lifted a gloved hand and sent the cane disappearing back into whatever time space ******** it went to when it wasn't summoned. Kicking off his expensive (and now damp) shoes, he moved over to where Sinoite sat, in front of the meager fire, and folded himself down beside the other man.
Then he promptly reached for one of the blankets and tried to yank it free.
"Come on, share - "
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2018 4:20 pm
There was a very simple answer to Alabaster's demands now that the butt was sitting next to him and demanding s**t.
Big surprise.
Sin turned his body away from Alabaster.
"No."
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 4:46 pm
There was a long pause.
"What do you mean, 'no'?' " Alabaster asked, very pleasantly.
Very, very pleasantly.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2019 4:46 pm
Sinoite didn't know how much clearer the answer could be, but the tone made him snort a bit before huddling in his blankets.
"A word that you are terrible at following along with, but use often for yourself."
But since Alabaster seemed to be so distraught over it.
"Why don't you make a fire to warm yourself..." Sin smirked.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 6:21 pm
This damned man was the most infuriating person that Alabaster had ever met. He was caught between a strong urge to throttle the pale haired a*****e and to sweet talk his way into getting one of the blankets, because sweet talking and charisma were one of his strong points.
Except, apparently, when it mattered. Like now.
After a few long moments of just staring at Sinoite's smug smile, Alabaster drew in a breath, sniffed haughtily, and then sank down next to the other, folding his arms resolutely across his chest.
"Fine, then," he said. "I didn't need your blanket, anyway."
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2019 12:49 pm
If Alabaster thought he was sweet talking his way into anything, Sinoite had a reality check for him.
He actually expected more of a fight, and in a delightful sort of irony, his smile spread.
"Fantastic, I'm glad we cleared that up." Siniote snuggled closer to the blankets, snickering at Alabaster.
Any moment...
Literally any moment from now....
Alabaster was gonna lose it. It was his favorite thing to watch so far.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2019 8:06 pm
His charm and charisma wasn't working.
Alabaster was all charm and charisma. It was who he had made himself, what he prided himself on. He could schmooze with the best of them, because that was how he got clients and how he had a nice office (even if it was a closet) and how he was basically the most awesome guy ever.
It made no sense in the world that this wasn't working on Sinoite. None whatsoever.
The moments ticked down with no indication that the blankets were going to be shared. In fact, Sinoite seemed perfectly content to sit there while Alabaster froze his damn a** off right next to him. But no matter. He was fine. This was fine. Everything was fine.
Another few minutes ticked by.
"Okay GIVE ME THAT!" Alabaster yelled and lunged for the blankets. "IT'S DAMN COLD"
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