In the lane, snow is glistening
Who: EVERYONE \o/
When: Thursday
Where: The shiny new skating rink in Sector 4
Summary: What better way to work off that giant Thanksgiving dinner than by a little ice skating? CALORIES BEGONE
Warnings: None so far!
((ooc: Anyone up for a mingling post? \o/ We've got this awesome new ice skating ring that somebody was kind enough to make, so strap on your skates, bring your hot cocoa and try not to crack your tailbone! Remember, there's no shame in holding onto the sides. ♥ Action tagging or prose is good, whatever you like best.))
Someone was getting into the winter spirit. First all these decorations of turkeys and fat old guys in red suits, and now this opaque sheet of ice covering what had once been plain black pavement in the middle of the sector. The snow flurries had started up again, drifting down on one or two lone skaters twirling around in the rink, and if Axel had had any poetry in his non-existent heart (fortunately he didn't), he might have called the scene picturesque. Like one of those greeting cards that kept popping up in stores everywhere. Somebodies certainly did get into their holidays.
"Well, you wanted to come. Knock yourself out."
This last was directed at Roxas, who he had accompanied. For the moment they seemed to be the only newcomers, though he wouldn't be surprised if more company showed up.
When: Thursday
Where: The shiny new skating rink in Sector 4
Summary: What better way to work off that giant Thanksgiving dinner than by a little ice skating? CALORIES BEGONE
Warnings: None so far!
((ooc: Anyone up for a mingling post? \o/ We've got this awesome new ice skating ring that somebody was kind enough to make, so strap on your skates, bring your hot cocoa and try not to crack your tailbone! Remember, there's no shame in holding onto the sides. ♥ Action tagging or prose is good, whatever you like best.))
Someone was getting into the winter spirit. First all these decorations of turkeys and fat old guys in red suits, and now this opaque sheet of ice covering what had once been plain black pavement in the middle of the sector. The snow flurries had started up again, drifting down on one or two lone skaters twirling around in the rink, and if Axel had had any poetry in his non-existent heart (fortunately he didn't), he might have called the scene picturesque. Like one of those greeting cards that kept popping up in stores everywhere. Somebodies certainly did get into their holidays.
"Well, you wanted to come. Knock yourself out."
This last was directed at Roxas, who he had accompanied. For the moment they seemed to be the only newcomers, though he wouldn't be surprised if more company showed up.