Action (locked to Cabin 1)

[immamartillo]

[Firo cautiously makes his way through the Alpine District. He'd thought he was fine with snow, but it turned out to be more than a match for him. By the time he reaches the door to Cabin 1, he's covered in snow from his many trips and falls on the mountain path.

[He enters the cabin and looks around for its other inhabitants while brushing snow off

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[sansfear]

[heck yeah there's somebody here. two somebodies, technically.

mr. bird is perched on the back of a chair by the dining table, feathers puffed up and wings twitching. its weird, spindly neck twists and lifts its topheavy beak up to loose a loud SQUAWK at firo and the open door.

in other news, harlock is a bad enough dude to not physically acknowledge the entry, though he does note the unfamiliar tone as he sits facing the fireplace.

sitting in gloomy lighting: it's a space pirate thing.]

[immamartillo]

[He stares at the really wierd bird, a far cry from the little pigeons he's used to. Inside it's... rather creepy, with the silent man, freaky bird and dim light. He's always thought cabins were supposed to be cozy. But maybe he is just being too harsh with the first impression. He gives a cheerful smile.]

Oh, hey, didn't see you there. I'm Firo Prochainezo, I'll be livin' here from now on. You want me to turn a light on or something?

[sansfear]

[harlock's head doesn't turn.]

Do as you like.

[immamartillo]

[He's taken aback, he's used to being hated on sight, but not being almost ignored.] Fine, I will.

[But he refuses to leave the room and instead comes closer, reaching out to Mr. Bird as if to poke him.] Funny lookin' bird ya got here, is he your friend?