Open | Oh, the Weather Outside Is Frightful

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Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: There's a freak snowstorm in Little Love, and this is an open catch-all for interacting with that.
When: Late November/Early December
Where: Little Love
Content Warnings: None in main post; may be in individual toplevels.

[The weather is sudden and unexpected, barreling into Little Love with a supernatural fury, and the town is soon blanketed in white.]

[And occasionally rained on by Confluence-grabbed newcomers. That bit is slightly less unexpected, at least.]

[Where are you in all of this? Do you live here, helping to save your home? Did you port in when the call for help came, prepared for the cold and to provide whatever assistance you can? Or did you arrive on this world suddenly, still trying to get your bearings? Either way, good luck with that cold snap.]

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( i, as green lantern )

[torchbearer]

[ kyle was fine, but it sure was wild watching a guy with giant arms walking around the snow. he flies close, hovering nearby. ]

Uh, you holding out okay?

[doctopoda]

Fine.

[He is, really - he's obviously bundled up for the cold, not someone who got tossed out here with literally no warning! He's just still a little grouchy about it.

Of course, not so irritated as to take it out on any new arrivals. Otto (and one of his tentacles) eyes Kyle for a second. He's sure he doesn't know every Starfallen around, but he's also pretty sure "glowing flying green guy" is new.]

Did you just get here? Pretty sure I'm supposed to be asking you that.

[torchbearer]

The name's Green Lantern. I'm new and I usually operate in space.

[ technically he operates everywhere. he never got an assigned sector. ]

Did you make those yourself?

[doctopoda]

In space.

[That's really not very specific? At the question, Otto glances sidelong at the more attentive of the arms.]

Ah, yes, I did. Back in my original world.

[torchbearer]

Well, not space here but space back in my reality. Lots of spacing adventures. Aliens. Robots. That kind of stuff.

That's pretty cool. I don't think I've seen anything like it.

[ for a moment, kyle uses his imagination to fashion similar arms as green energy constructs. ]

[doctopoda]

...thank you.

[He arches his eyebrows at the green energy constructs. The arms seem to react as well, claws opening wider and a second one turning about to take a look.]

Now, what is that? Some sort of magic?

[torchbearer]

Oh, no. They're energy constructs, powered by . . . well, will power. As long as I can keep picturing them and imagining them, I can keep them going.

[ kyle's arms wave back. ]

[doctopoda]

[That doesn't sound like NOT magic! But, then again, any insufficiently-understood science and all that...]

Fascinating! [He waves back, taking conscious control before the arms decide to get threatened or offended or something.] So, I take it you aren't going back to the shelter anytime soon?

[torchbearer]

No. I figured I'd make a giant snow plough to clean up the place. That should make things easier.

[doctopoda]

Right.

[Well, he seems to have things under control. Otto's out here to find new arrivals who need help, not to round them all up just because. The Alliance would probably differ on that, but - well, they differ on quite a few things, don't they?]

Well, the local authorities have shelters set up at that church - [vaguely visible in the distance] - a barn on the south side of town, and the high school, it's about a mile that way. You find anyone who needs it, you can take them to one of those. I'm just about to head out into the fields, make sure no one's lost out there.

[torchbearer]

[ kyle's still watching the arms, intrigued. he's a bit of a mecha nut, so he's fascinated by their movements. ]

You sure? Aren't you freezing? How do the arms manage in this cold?

[doctopoda]

Better than I do.

[YEAH obviously he's freezing! But he's also a hell of a lot better prepared for this weather than any new arrivals would have been; Otto waves a hand.]

I'll be alright. Someone's got to go gather everyone up. Trust me, I'm not gonna freeze out here.

[The arms would, evidently, just haul him home again!]

[torchbearer]

Okay. I'm trusting you and your . . . appendages.

[doctopoda]

Never trust an appendage.

[It looks and sounds like he is joking! He is not!]

Send up a flare if you need anything! I don't think there's snow monsters out here, but you never do know in this world.

[torchbearer]

[ he nods. ]

Right, keep an eye out for Yetis. Easy enough, I think?