my light is like the snow [open]

[determinedest]

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!]

Comments

[determinedest]

[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.

[sciencelizard]

[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!

[determinedest]

[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.

[sciencelizard]

[Always.]

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

[determinedest]

Yeah.

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

...yeah.