Winter Wonderland [Event]

[voidtreckermods]

”Good Morning passengers. Today is day Twenty Four of the month of Catfish. You may wish to look out of the window.”

As passengers wake in their beds they will indeed notice something different about the light. If they look out of the window, instead of the ever changing void they will see white slopes of mountains, flakes of snow alling down around them and frost covered trees zipping past the windows. If they glance at the ICP on the table they will see a message.

Investigating the dressing cart they will find the drawers and cupboards unlocked once again. However, instead of the fantasy-esque clothing of world #25768 they will find thick winter coats, hats, gloves and scarves. There are heavy fur lined boots and even some ice skates.

Entering the garden carriage they will see that the glass dome of the roof has opened, leaving the carriage exposed to a bright blue sky. Any nonsense of the past few weeks has vanished, leaving the carriage pristine. Not that that is easy to notice as it is covered in a thick layer of snow. The paths are clearer, a light dusting of snow but easy to talk through. Around the paths the drifts are high, perfect for snowman building or a snowball fight.

The streams and the pond in the centre are solid ice. Anyone brave enough to try to find the ice holds their weight for ice skating.

And the ICP message was correct. There is hot chocolate in the stores.

Comments

[knifewithnoname]

In contrast here was a girl who had never seen snow before today. She had also come to the carriage mostly to see what all the fuss was about and was exploring cautiously.

It was very cold and she was glad she had wrapped up in the clothes that had been provided, her hat was tugged down low over her ears.

Everyone was running around, dancing on the ice, building people out of snow and throwing snow at each other. So the presence of someone calm and still caught her attention.

He was on the red team and his name was just a number on the passenger roster. She didn't know the new red team people very well as they hadn't done a mission with them yet.

She watched him silently for a moment.

[rieper]

47 knew he was being watched. Being aware of his surroundings was too instinctual for him at this age for him to fail to notice something so obvious. It was too much of a risk not to be aware of his surroundings and especially the people around him that might catch him in the act of something suspicious. Of course, he wasn't doing anything right now, much less of a suspicious sort, so there was nothing to worry about. He didn't care that he was being watched.

It lasted too long. A little girl shouldn't be interested in someone so still, so boring as him. He glanced at her and held his gaze straight at her for a moment. That would usually get a kid to scamper off with haste. He didn't send any ill-will their way it was just his face was serious and scary to some.

He wasn't actually interested in gaining further attention from her though and his gaze didn't last. He went back to what he was doing before; eyes flickering about, watching, while he was calm and still and at peace.

[knifewithnoname]

She didn't scarper, she wasn't afraid of stern faces. One of her favourite people in the world had a face like stone and it was the similarity that had made her watch in the first place.

But soon the moment past and she dropped her gaze, moving a little distance away to sit down on the path. She still had her attention on him but not as strongly, instead and poked at the snow, feeling it crumble into powder under hand hands. She even slipped off a glove so she could test how cold it really was. She regretted that decision almost instantly and pulled the glove back on quickly.

[rieper]

47's attention didn't travel back to old news. He was aware of her continued presence, but then he was aware of everyone's presence who was currently in the garden carriage. It was simply something he did. It was force of habit so even when he wasn't on a mission he knew what was around him at all times. He once heard Diana call it his "special skill" and he supposed she wasn't entirely wrong about his sense of perception being above average.

He simply remained seated on the bench for another good length of time, occasionally sipping at the mug of chocolate, and mostly simply watching.

[knifewithnoname]

She also remained sat for a long period of time, watching him whilst playing with the snow. Eventually though she figured she had learned all there was to know at this point. He knew she was watching him, she knew he knew. A stalemate.

After a while she got up and left, off to find someone she knew, or something to do or more people to watch.