(OTA) When it rains it snows

[ssmisery]

Who: Peridot, Lapis, and you!
Where: Out in the snow
When: Snow time like the present
Rating: Don't see why this would go above PG
Summary: snow sculptures snow sculptures snow sculptures snow scu

Well, winter Wonderland, are you enjoying the snow? It looks like your local gay space rock population is. To wit, one corner of the resort has become a gradually-expanding snow-sculpture garden as Peridot and Lapis practice their artistry meep-morpistry in a new medium. Since they don't get cold or even need to come in for dinner, they're free to get carried away!

Most of the sculptures are awkward, lumpy shapes that started out meant to look like things but embraced abstraction out of pragmaticism and/or sour grapes. You may be able to guess that these are Peridot's by the fact that one of them has her hairdo. Less common are simple shapes and swirls, smoothly formed except for the ones that broke under their own weight and were left in ruins. Also, one massive, perfectly rendered statue of a nose. Don't ask whose.

Someone could feasibly wander into this strange realm without even sighting the girls right away. Or join in, of course. On the other hand, with the wars raging around, one might see an opportunity to throw some snow and wreak some havoc. Whatever the case, the important thing is they're having fun, right?

((Both Peridot and Lapis are available for this post, together or individually! Please specify if you want one or the other.))

Comments

[slapfight]

"Of course there have." She says it the very real, lesser key of duh. "The Mirrors, for example, can get very violent. Not mine, of course. She's too worried about getting her limb enhancements dirty."

When all else fails, Peridot can always be here to throw shade at her Mirror, because her Mirror once beat her up.

[ssmisery]

Lapis's mouth twists a little. Then she steps back and turns it into an expression of focus, raising her hands in measured motions with more gravity than the casual abuses of her powers thus far. She pulls another large shape from the snow as if it had simply been buried underneath.

Additionally, it's right next to Peridot and a fair amount of snow is dumped on her in the process. What an unfortunate coincidence for her.

The result is the stylized and simple, if finely-hewn, figure of an oversized human holding a knife in an extremely generic stabbing pose. "We could always make a murder mystery," Lapis says placidly.

[mr_englishguy]

"I don't think mine is murderous, to be honest. He tends to be mocking, but not a killer." Though that makes him wonder. "Does that mean that the mirror of a killer reflects that the person has that sort of personality inside of them?"

It wasn't a comforting though to have, and he hates thinking it of those he's become friends with.

"Oh Yikes! Are you okay?" Moving a bit closer, worrying for Peridot and the snow she's coping with. Though his gaze goes to the form made, blinking at it. How easy it seems for her.

"WE could, though I hope we mean in the sense of a story and not actually killing people."

[slapfight]

Peridot yelps, missing Newt's entire- and very well-thought out- spiel, and falls back into the snow, which seems an overly comedic reaction, but it's Peridot. Her life is one big series of slapstick moments.

She emerges from the snowdrift, shaking her head to loose snow from her triangle shaped hair. She's fine. She's just now focused on the snow-murderer. "Well, of course we mean telling a story! Look at it! It's not like it can really kill anyone."

[ssmisery]

"Yeah, I'm sure Stabbington here could never kill anyone," Lapis agrees pleasantly. Not only has her goal of changing the subject been accomplished neatly, this actually is sort of amusing on its own. "They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's all circumstantial."

[mr_englishguy]

Newt winces, ducking his head and looking down at what may be chastising, or just Newt being nervous over what he has said.

"Oh well, yes. Of course. It's a fairly brilliant idea. If its how I consider it. Sort of like a play then?" He hasn't experienced the idea of a murder mystery, after all. Except wherein people were actually, sadly, possibly, murdered.

[slapfight]

Peridot and Lapis are experts on meepmorp and music now, but somehow the concept of 'plays' is a foreign entity. She glances at Lapis and then back to Newt.

"A play?" That sounds as ridiculous as art.