Monthly Mingle Log

[thalassino]

Is it that time of the month already?

...No, today is not the start of shark week.

The Station Master's taken precautions to make this month's mingle party nice and laid back, after that rather magnetic week. Today, locals are all over the Plaza starting to put up the decorations for this strange holiday known as "Christmas", and they're more than happy to cheerfully rope any foreigner who doesn't look too busy into helping them.

The food tables are back, albeit with more drink than food. Hot chocolate, gluhwein mulled wine, a huge bowl of fruit punch, you name it, it's there. Foodwise, there's snowflake shaped crackers with cheese and meats, shrimp cocktails, cups filled with green or red jelly, and plenty of cookies to go around.

Near the food tables are the two usual booths, one belonging to the Welcoming Committee, armed with all the information a newbie would want to know, and the other belonging to the Host Club, manned by all the male eyecandy you could ever need. Have they done something special for their booths this festive season? Better sashay their way and find out!

Walking around all the tables and booths is what looks to be a giant lobster(???) in a Santa suit handing out candy to anyone and everyone nearby. It seems the locals don't understand that it's "Santa Claus", not "Sandy Claws."

Finally, it looks like there's been a new addition to the plaza. Was that ice skating rink over there last night?? It certainly fits the theme, and the locals don't seem to be surprised. They'll even help you lace up those skates and take them for a spin. Bundle up and try not to fall too much!

Comments

[bufudine]

[Why did they wish to find the origin of the world? Was there something unsettling about it, the same way the Junkyard had been for him, after he woke to his emotions? It's a question for another time. For now...]

What is 'snowy'?

[Not what is snowy like, but what it is.]

[livingvessel]

[Did he just ask what snowy is? How can he not know?]

Snowy! Like with lots of snow on the ground.

[Then she looks at Serph again, and thinks that maybe he comes from a place that doesn't have snow. Apparently people come from all different places, after all.]

Do you know what snow is, Serph?

[bufudine]

[Serph shakes his head.]

Much did not exist in my original world.

[No plants, no animals except for a cat, and no concept of emotion for years.]

I had little opportunity to learn in the second.

[His tone remains the same, though. He doesn't sound terribly bothered by it.]

[livingvessel]

[He's been to multiple worlds? That's interesting. But she doesn't ask how.]

That's too bad.

[She's actually a bit sad. Snow is beautiful! There should be snow everywhere.]

Do you know if we get a lot of snow here?

[bufudine]

[Well, he still doesn't know what snow is, so he can't really say for sure. He tilts his head.]

What does snow look like?

[livingvessel]

[Oh, so that's even a question? Well, when she thinks about it, weather is a really strange thing.]

It's white and fluffy and it falls from the sky! It's like frozen water, except it's soft and not hard like ice.

[At least, that's what she was told when she was small. For a moment, she recalls the moment when she asked her father -

- and then forces herself to end the memory.]