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Winter Wonderland [Event]
”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.
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.

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"Well met, King Edge. Nerdanel Mahtaniel." She's not quite forgiven him enough to call herself Nerdanel of the House of Feanor, yet, but she's also no longer mad enough to name herself of her father's house. But her father's name, she can and does still use.
"I don't think I know what a ninja is."
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"Warriors! I see. Although I have not heard of Art such as that before."
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"Not too surprising, considering it belongs to the people of Eblan alone, and even then not commonly. Scholars say it's closest akin to black magic, but I don't see it."
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"Black... magic?" She tips her head curiously. "Why would they say that?"
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She considers this. "Your world sounds most interesting... we don't have anything quite like that, I don't think. It doesn't sound like what you call 'magic' is the same as my definition."
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"Thank you. Alas, I am wed, and you are far too young for me, in any case. But what we do we call Art, for it is working with the world and encouraging it to the shapes that we wish it to have, convincing it that it is in its own best interests. It might look like magic, I suppose. But what we call magic... is not co-operation with the world, but force."
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"I'm not sure I understand the difference. Can you explain it?"
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She frowns thoughtfully. "Hm. Well, as an example... say I am working on a sculpture. If I was to use Magic, I would force the stone to do as I would. The shape would prehaps be a little crude, for it is not the natural inclination of the stone, but it would function perfectly well otherwise. But with Art... with Art I study the stone, to see the way it's seams run, the stronger and the weaker points, line direction of the grain... and then I work with the stone, shaping it to it's final form in a way that complements it."
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"I can't tell you what the difference is for ninjutsu. We invoke an art and it happens. Is that asking or is that forcing?" He shrugged, to emphasize that he didn't know.
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"I suspect only you could tell! It must be a difference in worlds, I suppose."
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"I wonder why you ended up here," Edge mused. "So many of us seem more inclined towards violence and heroism, especially given the missions we've had to do..."
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Nerdanel would be terribly flattered, as she knows she is not considered anything close to the ideal of Noldor beauty.
"That I do not know - but I cannot say I am upset." She turns a fond look towards the carriages. "It has reunited me with three of my sons and my husband, beyond all hope."
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"Three sons? You're kidding." She looked like what, mid-20s at best?
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"Yes." She brightens, as any mother does talking of her children.
"My two eldest, Maedhros and Maglor, and the second youngest, Curufin. Third youngest, I suppose, but the twins are the same age."
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