Christmas
[OOC: All journal entries from this point are for Mayfield only. If you're not a member of that game, please defriend this journal.]
One:
[Anyway, Malik has built a giant snowball. He's been building it for the last week, actually, unable to settle on a specific height. Not having snow on Filgara [except for the tips of Yggdrasil's surrounding mountains?] makes it difficult to imagine the enthusiasm he seems to have gone about the task. The chill keeps numbing his bones, but the task was mercifully distracting. The way he saw it, there were two choices; go mad here, or make the best of it. Being joyful got him outside and away from that woman. He would be managing things, and then she'd encroach on his personal space... though she'd not been around lately for some reason. There was a shrug - he didn't care why.]
[Thus his latest attempt sees a tophat sitting on the snowball. Spotting it on a nearby snowman, he'd taken the idea. His hands pat the snow solid, but his mind seems elsewhere.]
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Two:
This Christmas holiday is peculiar. Time seems as frozen as the snow that covers the ground, and soon the ice will melt to reveal the truth. All our intelligence and talents, and we can't escape from this place... I hear it's been done, but...
[Shrugs and bites his nail.]
Well, I hope I'm not the last person to be stuck here. There's still much to do!
One:
[Anyway, Malik has built a giant snowball. He's been building it for the last week, actually, unable to settle on a specific height. Not having snow on Filgara [except for the tips of Yggdrasil's surrounding mountains?] makes it difficult to imagine the enthusiasm he seems to have gone about the task. The chill keeps numbing his bones, but the task was mercifully distracting. The way he saw it, there were two choices; go mad here, or make the best of it. Being joyful got him outside and away from that woman. He would be managing things, and then she'd encroach on his personal space... though she'd not been around lately for some reason. There was a shrug - he didn't care why.]
[Thus his latest attempt sees a tophat sitting on the snowball. Spotting it on a nearby snowman, he'd taken the idea. His hands pat the snow solid, but his mind seems elsewhere.]
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Two:
This Christmas holiday is peculiar. Time seems as frozen as the snow that covers the ground, and soon the ice will melt to reveal the truth. All our intelligence and talents, and we can't escape from this place... I hear it's been done, but...
[Shrugs and bites his nail.]
Well, I hope I'm not the last person to be stuck here. There's still much to do!