entrancelogs | my light is like the snow [open]

Who: Frisk and a closed thread but also YOU
Where: ~~Snowed Inn~~ Ski Resort
When: 6/02 - 6/04
Rating: PG probably, unless shit gets serious
Summary: It's not Snowdin, but it'll do in a pinch.
The Story:

snowmen; if i feel, it's touching gold

They're well and truly bundled up by the time they set out to explore the ski resort in a little more depth, their treasured hat snug over their head with the knitted ears falling to either side. Armed with jacket, scarf, boots, and mittens, Frisk immediately sets about scooping out great handfuls of snow to start to roll them up into tight-packed, slightly lumpy creations. Well, when they're not engaging in petty snow warfare, that is.

The first one to take actual form and shape is a squat, lizardlike thing with spines emerging from its head. A pair of round pebbles serve as spectacles, and a sharp stick allows them to draw clawlike patterns in the snow to form its feet.

It's a snow Alphys. A Snalphys, if you will.

The next in line is Undyne, obviously, but she's so tall that it's taking them a bit of work to really capture her lanky build. Almost like a child who averages out to something like four feet tall can't exactly pile together snow up to, like, six feet high.

But that doesn't mean they're not going to try, gosh darn it.

hot chocolate; melt your heart out now

[Someone's made a...bit of a mess in one of the kitchen areas, it seems. It started out very innocently, no doubt, but now the tiled floor is a gritty mess of crushed chocolate granules that crunch loudly underfoot, and the saucepan on the stove is bubbling with a vengeance, far more than any kind of stovetop concoction of hot chocolate should. It also looks as though someone might have tried for a rousing round of marshmallow jousting in the microwave before abandoning the effort to its doomed, sticky fate.

(They didn't, really, they swear. They'd just thought that the marshmallows in the packages were far too small and they needed some warming up and general bolstering of spirit, but microwaving them, as it turned out, was simply not the way to go.)

At least they haven't gotten into the whipped cream. Yet.]

attempting to snowboard; outside it's hard to see

Frisk has never gone snowboarding in their life. They have never gone skiing, never been to a resort, and in general never done anything of the sort. It looks fun, no doubt, but things start going downhill quickly, and in a rather literal sense at that.

Someone really should have told them, to start with, that the board they'd chosen was far too big for them, even if they'd rather liked the design of yellow lightning bolts striping down the matte black base. Someone also should have told them that there are plenty of courses and opportunities for beginners, and that maybe they shouldn't embark on conquering the most zigzagging, precarious route imaginable.

It is for that reason that not long after kicking off down the incline, hair and hat-ears and scarf streaming out behind them, one might hear Frisk's voice raised, perhaps the loudest they're able to go, in a single, startled yelp before they're pillowing into the ground face-first with a muffled whumpf.

They go spilling down the remainder of the hill in a downy flurry of snowflakes, limbs akimbo.

wildcard; 'cause i'm a snow ghost

[I didn't even plan on making an open post for this event but do it hit me. I'll match any format you want. Also feel free to PM me or contact me over at arrpee if you've got any questions!]

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Yeah!! There’s a lot of different seasons, since it got r-rebooted like soooo many times. But you can understand everything pretty much from the original series. It’s less than 50 episodes, too, so super short.

[Alphys a 25 hour time commitment is not ‘short’. But like yeah they’re totally gonna do it.]

It, uh, basically invented the m-mecha genre.

That's a genre?

[Color them impressed. Chara has to attend this anime party now. They have no choice. If Frisk is unsuccessful in luring them out of their room, they'll doubtless be inspired to participate by the promise of giant robots shooting other giant robots, if nothing else.]

Yes!! Frisk, o-oh my gosh, how could I have known you this long and never talked to you about mecha anime. It's all about robots!!! That's a-all it is!!!

[She's been a terrible friend, oh my god. How could she have never intro'd them to mecha anime. Holy SHIT.]

How do they make a whole show about just that?

[They sound fascinated at the prospect, however. What if they could do something like that in Wonderland? For an event, or something?]

How do you not??? It's r-robots fighting!! Giant robots fighting!!! HOW CAN YOU EVER GET T-TIRED OF THAT.

[She throws her hands in the air a moment, almost loses her footing, and catches it again. If she keeps this up they're both gonna go down in a tumble of enthusiasm.]

[That is exactly the sort of thing that Chara would say, they should think, and think that maybe the two of them could start to bond of that sort of thing.]

Alphys.

I need to see this. I need to.

Yes. Ohhhh my god yes. As soon as this event is over and I have a-access to my collection again we are going to watch so many things.

[There is no bonding force greater than giant robots punching each other. It's the universal connector. The thing that brings people together.]

Yes.

[Frisk releases Alphys to stick their hands in the air in giddy affirmation.

And promptly loses their balance. Snundyne makes it through the topple unscathed, but Frisk tumbles face-first into a snowdrift, unable to slow their momentum when they'd first felt themself tipping.]

[As soon as Frisk teeters, she overcompensates to try and help and when they go forward, she goes back with a shriek into the nearest snowdrift. It's only a moment before she's upright again, sputtering snow out of her mouth and fervently looking for Frisk.]

O-Ohmygosh, Frisk, I'm sorry, are you okay??

[They pop back upright again, thumb stuck straight up in the air as they grin toothily. What's a little odd faceplanting into the snow here and again? They've certainly done it before!]

Snow problem.

[As soon as they shoot up, all tousled and powdered, she already wants to laugh. But the pun pushes her over the top and she descends into giggles, falling backwards back into her own snowdrift again in a pile of laughter.]

Okay, okay, y-you got it!

[She starts to laugh. The swell of pride is impossible to ignore, silly as it may be. They mae her laugh. They did something okay.]

[That counts for something.]

Thanks for helping.

[Always.]

Thanks for, uhm, making me out of snow!! Do you wanna, uh... t-try again?

Yeah.

[They scramble to their feet, dusting the powdering of snow from their pants and jacket.]

...yeah.

my light is like the snow [open]

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