[open RL? I DON'T EVEN, IT'S A FREE FOR ALL and I was bored]

[epistubbornly]

[Today, Isabel is in London, and bundled up warm against the ENDLESS SNOW that seems to have decided to assault her dad this year. She's sitting on a bench near the Thames with a notepad out, a pencil held in gloved fingers, and chews her lip thoughtfully before shaking her head and crossing something out decisively.]

No, that's not right...

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[torn_betweentwo]

[Someone's coming back from delivering papers and stuff to the Parliament buildings all wrapped up like a puffy marshmallow and barely any skin showing with plans to stop at Arthur's house before returning to Belfast. But Izzie dear, you've been spotted from behind. So have a snowball flying for the back of your head.]

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[It's a dead hit! She jerks forwards and jumps in surprise, the pencil and notebook dropping from her hands onto the ground.] Ow! [And now she's twisting around with a look of EXTREME ANNOYANCE to see who it was... and oh, of course it was Connor. She's rubbing the back of her head still, but her face still lights up in pleased surprise.]

Uncle Connor, that hurt!

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[He pulls the scarf down off his mouth, grinning back at her as he walks up to her.] Come off it, Izzie, there was no ice in that snowball. [But he still rubs the back of her head where the snowball hit...]

So, what in blazes are you doing out here in the cold?

[epistubbornly]

It hurts more when you're not expecting it. [She sticks her tongue out at him slightly, clearly not all that bothered about it in the end.]

I get my best inspiration when I'm outside! [And she stoops to pick up the notepad and pencil as evidence :>b]

[torn_betweentwo]

[And have your hat pushed down over your eyes for that one. :P]

Yes, but it's bloody freezing. You can't get your inspiration looking at the outside from indoors? [Now looking over at the notebook. He's not sure how it's supposed to translate out since he only learned two instruments from his siblings: harp and bagpipe, the former better than the latter.

[epistubbornly]

[ajsbfa she takes it off and puts it back on properly with a laugh]

It's better if you're out there in it. [beat.] And anyway, I just wanted a walk.

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Guess you got me beat there, first-hand experiences can't be beat... and walks are good. [Walking around, he plops down on the bench. If his pants get wet from all the damned snow, oh well. That's one more thing to keep him from going back to Stormont right away.]

So, mind sharing what you're writing this masterpiece of yours for?