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entrancelogs2017-06-03 02:30 pm
sweartoyou) wrote in entrancelogs2017-06-03 02:30 pm
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Who: Rachel Gardner and [insert name here].
Where: Winter Vacation Land Lodge.
When: WINTER EVENT.
Rating: PG-13+ because probable language and dark themes.
Summary: Ray hasn't had a fun winter in years, so get that cute snow stuff in here.
The Story:
[ a - angels ofdeath snow.]
[She reaches her arm out into the cold air for a minute, eyes wide and almost wondering. Snow. A lot of snow instead of a few bags of small snowballs. Once that settles in, she retreats back inside to think about this.
About twenty minutes later, she's back out in the snow, this time in weather-appropriate clothes, and dipping her mittened fingers to pack a snowball. Or flopping back to stare at the sky while there's a muffling layer after a crunch of snow. Or writing big letters by digging grooves out or walking out a path.
She isn't a kid spinning, and laughing, and enjoying herself like she should, but she's doing her best, here.]
[b - books and beverages.]
[This is way more her speed. Her face still hasn't come down from the frigid pink and her hair is frazzled from the winter hat she's since hung up to dry, but Rachel doesn't seem bothered at all by that. She's huddled herself corner of an armchair, bent over a large book with small writing and looking more relaxed than she normally would. She doesn't even glance up when someone else enters the room, and yet every few minutes she looks over to the water boiler and the packets of hot cocoa with a curious look on her face.]
[c - wildcard.]
[you know what to do. if you want to discuss things on plurk, I'm![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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Where: Winter Vacation Land Lodge.
When: WINTER EVENT.
Rating: PG-13+ because probable language and dark themes.
Summary: Ray hasn't had a fun winter in years, so get that cute snow stuff in here.
The Story:
[ a - angels of
[She reaches her arm out into the cold air for a minute, eyes wide and almost wondering. Snow. A lot of snow instead of a few bags of small snowballs. Once that settles in, she retreats back inside to think about this.
About twenty minutes later, she's back out in the snow, this time in weather-appropriate clothes, and dipping her mittened fingers to pack a snowball. Or flopping back to stare at the sky while there's a muffling layer after a crunch of snow. Or writing big letters by digging grooves out or walking out a path.
She isn't a kid spinning, and laughing, and enjoying herself like she should, but she's doing her best, here.]
[b - books and beverages.]
[This is way more her speed. Her face still hasn't come down from the frigid pink and her hair is frazzled from the winter hat she's since hung up to dry, but Rachel doesn't seem bothered at all by that. She's huddled herself corner of an armchair, bent over a large book with small writing and looking more relaxed than she normally would. She doesn't even glance up when someone else enters the room, and yet every few minutes she looks over to the water boiler and the packets of hot cocoa with a curious look on her face.]
[c - wildcard.]
[you know what to do. if you want to discuss things on plurk, I'm
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[Ray considers this another moment, then takes a drink as if all of that is fine.]
And there's no way to stop certain memories. It's random, as far as anyone can tell. Is that right?
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[there's a pause, before he speaks again]
There is somethin' that I've been workin' on though to try to help out and make the events a little less frightenin' sometimes.
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Really. [Her voice is flat, too.] That doesn't sound possible by normal means.
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[... He's really good at math and building stuff, basically.]
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Those fields... If I remember correctly, those would actually be useful for what you're trying to do. That's lucky... Can you tell me more about your project?