It's the most wonderful time of the year [PARTAY THREAD]

[npcyoface]

((OOC: I don't think that's Chicago in that icon. XD But it's a city with a tree! This is slow timed for all eternity. Feel free to post into it at any time/make locked threads! Feel free to comment into it several times with the same character if your character has decorations, present finding, and snow ball fighting to do. :D It can happen

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[be_my_best]

There is a woman in Grant Park, standing out in the snow and a bit underdressed for it, wearing a labcoat in place of a proper winter coat. She has a number of very noticeable scars tracing across her face. She is not Dr. Claire Saunders.

Whiskey's watching a group of people engaged in a snowball fight, expression quietly fascinated, head tilted to one side.

Whiskey doesn't know where she is or how she got here. She doesn't recognize anything or anyone. She's... not particularly bothered by this, but then, Dolls tend not to be.

[please_see_me]

There is snow. So, of course, Dusty is out playing in it.

She's actually found time to embrace her calling and was, until a few minutes ago, romping gleefully with a handful of six- and seven-year-olds while their nannies looked slightly baffled as to who was actually the ringleader.

It was the most fun Dusty's had in months. Maybe in the past year. There was just something... right about it.

But they've been bundled up and hustled off by the nannies, and Dusty's at loose ends again.

Until she notices a dazed-looking woman in a lab coat and no winter things. She trots over. "You okay?" she asks, concerned. She's not sure the woman will be able to see her, but she might as well give it a shot.

[be_my_best]

Oh, Whiskey sees her, and as Dusty actually looks at her, she smiles. It's sort of a... distracted, spacey smile, but that's a wiped Active for you. She's not on drugs, we promise.

"Yes? Should I not be?" She doesn't recognize Dusty either. That's alright, though. She seems nice. (Everyone seems nice to Whiskey.)

[please_see_me]

Yay, someone who can see her! This is always cause for celebration in Dusty's book.

"Well... I just thought you might be cold. Or lost. You don't have a coat or hat or anything." She smiles helpfully. "Are you lost?"

[be_my_best]

Whiskey looks around slowly, studying the park and the people and the city skyline, and then turns back to Dusty.

"Yes. I think so. Where is this?" She seems more curious than distressed. She's never been outside of the Dollhouse (at least not in this state). It's all very new and strange.

[please_see_me]

"Well, this is Grant Park," Dusty replies. Then she realises that this person might be new, though she's acting really calm about everything and that's kinda freaking her out. "Um, in Chicago."

She hesitates, and then shrugs out of her parka (still too big on her, even though she's grown since last year) and holds it out. "Here, you're gonna get cold. I don't get cold as easy as most people, so you can wear it for a while."

She might make Whiskey take her mittens, too.

"I'm Dusty."

[be_my_best]

Whiskey puts on the coat without hesitation. She knows what to do when people hand her clothes, at least, no matter what kind of clothes they happen to be. "Hello, Dusty," she says, with a warm smile. "I'm Whiskey." Because that's a normal-person name.

[thehighestwing]

Ooh, a wanderer! Phoebe's spidey senses are tingling and she heads over to the woman as she slides into her bright red parka. She wonders if the woman has just fallen through the Rift.

As an angel, it is her duty to HELP.

"You okay there? You look kinda lost. That totally happens to me sometimes, by the way. One time it took me like over an hour to get back to my place and it's only because directions sometimes get fuzzy. As in, I have no sense of it and...aren't you cold, cutie?"

...Sorry, Whiskey. You get a rambling Phoebe.

[be_my_best]

Whiskey doesn't mind the rambling, just listens patiently with a tiny smile as Phoebe goes on. The question brings on a small frown, though, as she considers. It hadn't really occurred to her before, but...

"I am cold, yes. I think I might be lost. This isn't the Dollhouse." She doesn't sound too distressed about being lost, it's just a simple statement of a completely neutral fact.

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe returns the tiny smile, tucking her hair back. She's a little concerned though, and it shows as her forehead is knotted into the faintest frown.

"Want to walk with me, cutie? We can get you some hot chocolate so you're not so cold. Maybe find a parka. And...where is the Dollhouse?" Phoebe asks slowly.

[be_my_best]

"I would like that," Whiskey says happily. Ask a Doll if she wants anything and that's bound to be the response, but really, she would like hot chocolate right now. And to walk with the girl who's being very nice to her.

"I'm not certain. The Dollhouse is where I live. But it's not here. I think I might be lost." Yeah, she said that already. It bears repeating. She's never been lost before.

[thehighestwing]

"Then hot chocolate it is! I'm Phoebe, by the way. Phoebe Donovan. It's verra nice to meet you," Phoebe says, placing a hand on the woman's shoulder briefly as if to guide her.

She'll get them two large mugs of hot chocolate, made by none other than Alfred Pennyworth who has been giving them out.

"You're...not from Chicago, are you?"

[be_my_best]

"My name's Whiskey," she says serenely. "It's nice to meet you too." She lets Phoebe guide her, accepting the hand on her shoulder without blinking.

"I'm not from Chicago." She's not looking at Phoebe as she speaks - she's still looking at everything around her like it's all brand new. "...I don't know where I'm from."

[thehighestwing]

"Okay. Well, you don't have to know just now," Phoebe says, fumbling for an answer as she hands Whiskey a mug of hot chocolate.

"Do you at least have a place to live? If not I know where you can go and they don't even charge for room and board and stuffies."

[be_my_best]

Whiskey takes the mug happily, and sips at it carefully as Phoebe talks. She brightens a little at the taste of it. They don't have hot chocolate in the Dollhouse.

"I don't know. I woke up... in a building. It wasn't where I usually wake up." In the pods, or in the chair during her treatments. Neither of those are here.

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe nods her understanding. Wanderers usually experience that sort of displacement.

"Do you remember where that building is? Or... we can just sit here and drink hot chocolate, too. That's okay! I talk like, enough for the both of us. Honestly, I talk enough for like five people so. Hee."

She quiets, taking her own sip, still eying her carefully. Something about the way she reacts. Even Phoebe isn't so oblivious.