well, the weather outside is frightful [OPEN]
Characters: Ariadne & OPEN
Date/Time: February 10th
Location: On the roof.
Rating: I don't know. You tell me!
Warnings: Slight massacring of snowmen?
Summary: It's snowing, work is canceled, and boredom is dangerous. (Also, acting like a child is fun.)
NOTE: You don't even have to talk to her. Really. I wish for people to frolic and make merry however you choose. Construct more snowmen, build a fort, start tossing things wildly at the back of people's heads! (Or hey, down at unsuspecting passerbys!) ENTERTAIN ME, PEOPLE, I'M BORED.
The trouble with snow in New York City - or, perhaps, the good thing about snow in New York City, depending entirely upon one's point of view - was that snow had something of a hard time sticking to the city streets. They were warm from Subway trains steadily rattling underneath them and from the thousands of feet in constant motion over the pavement.
The rooftops, however, were a different story entirely. Like mountains - only a lot more flat and level and far easier to reach the top of. (Well, unless one happened to find a mountain with an elevator installed into it. Then all bets were off.) And on one snow-covered rooftop in particular there was a woman with a scarf, boots, and gloves, a whole day off from work, and a certain degree of boredom.
(Her childhood, to be fair, wasn't particularly filled with snowdays. So the concept was still novel.)
There was a makeshift structure, not precisely fort-like, over in one corner - and, depending entirely on what time it was when you happened to look, a section of the roof was starting to look something like this.
Date/Time: February 10th
Location: On the roof.
Rating: I don't know. You tell me!
Warnings: Slight massacring of snowmen?
Summary: It's snowing, work is canceled, and boredom is dangerous. (Also, acting like a child is fun.)
NOTE: You don't even have to talk to her. Really. I wish for people to frolic and make merry however you choose. Construct more snowmen, build a fort, start tossing things wildly at the back of people's heads! (Or hey, down at unsuspecting passerbys!) ENTERTAIN ME, PEOPLE, I'M BORED.
The trouble with snow in New York City - or, perhaps, the good thing about snow in New York City, depending entirely upon one's point of view - was that snow had something of a hard time sticking to the city streets. They were warm from Subway trains steadily rattling underneath them and from the thousands of feet in constant motion over the pavement.
The rooftops, however, were a different story entirely. Like mountains - only a lot more flat and level and far easier to reach the top of. (Well, unless one happened to find a mountain with an elevator installed into it. Then all bets were off.) And on one snow-covered rooftop in particular there was a woman with a scarf, boots, and gloves, a whole day off from work, and a certain degree of boredom.
(Her childhood, to be fair, wasn't particularly filled with snowdays. So the concept was still novel.)
There was a makeshift structure, not precisely fort-like, over in one corner - and, depending entirely on what time it was when you happened to look, a section of the roof was starting to look something like this.
