i. there'll be parties for hosting [gathering supplies]
[In the past few days, Diana has learned quite a bit about Christmas; from elves to men, it seems to be a holiday steeped in magic but also in a pervasive cheer. During a small break in the blizzard, Diana heads into town to stock up on provisions. Every street, every storefront is covered in lights, baubles, and garlands. The music over the speakers is infectious, and before she knows it, Diana is humming along to the melodies. Despite the storm and the several feet of snow making travel difficult, she's able to make it into a grocery store and fill a cart. It's a strange assortment of food and drinks, but it's--what do people say? Slim pickings. Any familiar faces she sees will be immediately invited to the ranch, with the promise of safe passage through the snowy streets.
As she finally starts towards home, it's started flurrying again. Knowing she has to be quick so she doesn't get caught in the storm, she picks up the pace (and possibly her companion) to make the trip go by faster. Once safely inside the ranch, she stomps snow off her boots at the door before depositing all of groceries, etc. in the kitchen. Her eyes narrow slightly, and she calls out to no one in particular:]
Why do I smell smoke?
ii. marshmallows for toasting [lumberjack time]
[It is tradition, she's been told, to have a tree in the house for the holiday. The preference, it seems, is for a live tree, and there's even a special base for it to allow it to be watered while it's inside. After it's explained to her that the tree gets decorated and presents stowed beneath it, she agrees--but she will, of course, have to cut it down herself.
So it is that she's trekking through the snow, companion(s) in tow, axe over her shoulder, scouting for a suitable tree. A likely candidate rises up over the other trees, and a grin flashes over her face. She cocks her head.]
What do you think?
iii. and caroling out in the snow [wildcard]
[ooc; i'm down for any holiday fun! hit me up via pm or on plurk at watchet for plotting if you want.]
diana | ota
[In the past few days, Diana has learned quite a bit about Christmas; from elves to men, it seems to be a holiday steeped in magic but also in a pervasive cheer. During a small break in the blizzard, Diana heads into town to stock up on provisions. Every street, every storefront is covered in lights, baubles, and garlands. The music over the speakers is infectious, and before she knows it, Diana is humming along to the melodies. Despite the storm and the several feet of snow making travel difficult, she's able to make it into a grocery store and fill a cart. It's a strange assortment of food and drinks, but it's--what do people say? Slim pickings. Any familiar faces she sees will be immediately invited to the ranch, with the promise of safe passage through the snowy streets.
As she finally starts towards home, it's started flurrying again. Knowing she has to be quick so she doesn't get caught in the storm, she picks up the pace (and possibly her companion) to make the trip go by faster. Once safely inside the ranch, she stomps snow off her boots at the door before depositing all of groceries, etc. in the kitchen. Her eyes narrow slightly, and she calls out to no one in particular:]
Why do I smell smoke?
ii. marshmallows for toasting [lumberjack time]
[It is tradition, she's been told, to have a tree in the house for the holiday. The preference, it seems, is for a live tree, and there's even a special base for it to allow it to be watered while it's inside. After it's explained to her that the tree gets decorated and presents stowed beneath it, she agrees--but she will, of course, have to cut it down herself.
So it is that she's trekking through the snow, companion(s) in tow, axe over her shoulder, scouting for a suitable tree. A likely candidate rises up over the other trees, and a grin flashes over her face. She cocks her head.]
What do you think?
iii. and caroling out in the snow [wildcard]
[ooc; i'm down for any holiday fun! hit me up via pm or on plurk at