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Prompt 8 (Marshmallow Snow): Fresh-fallen snow coats Destiny City. It’s pristine and crisp, and it crunches as you walk through it. It may be a few inches deep, but it doesn’t seem to go above your calves when walking. At first, it’s easy enough to walk through, but gradually you realize that it’s getting harder to move. Every step you take feels like the snow is pulling you back in, and if you get a good look you might realize that sticky white fluff is clinging to you. The more you walk, the more it pulls, until you’re almost completely stuck. Something about the snow smells oddly sweet, and the tacky, marshmallow-like snow seems like it’s suddenly become a prison. The more you try to break free, the stickier it gets, and you’d better hope you don’t fall down. The more you struggle the harder it is to escape, but if you manage to stay still for a few minutes, the marshmallow will freeze and crystallize. When you move again, the snow will turn into a powdery dust and you can break free easily. The only good thing about this is that you won’t starve if you get trapped–the snow tastes just like marshmallows.
The holidays were always... weird in Destiny City. He'd noticed it for a few years now, especially since the moon decided he was worthy of magic. It wasn't just during the winter holidays - just about every big thing that the city celebrated (except for Thanksgiving, oddly enough) always had something weird about it. Halloween was always extra spooky, the Starlight Fest had its own share of disturbances.
Winter holidays were no different, and neither was this year, which had turned up the weirdness level. Again.
The snow was in his shoes.
He'd been unhappy to find that no, his outfit did not change during the seasons. Probably because there weren't seasons on the moon. Which, made some semblance of sense, he guessed. Why would magic from a body in outer space that had no atmosphere have any idea about 'seasons'?
Okay but would it have hurt the Code to provide me pants!? he thought grumpily to himself as his knees shook from the cold. The snow stuck to his socks, pulling them to pool at his ankles and leave his calves open to the cold. Lovely. More snow in his shoes and socks now. He yanked on his foot to pull it from the insufferable white snow.
Also, was it just him, or was the snow trying to keep him from moving?
"... I think I'm stuck. In the snow. The snow that is apparently sticky?!" he groaned out loud, staring at where his feet and calves were covered by the snow. "I just wanted to go for my patrol...."
Orangeish Sherbert
