Event Fourteen.

[awashmods]

Roses bloom and cease to be, But we shall the Christ-child see.

t's very, very cold. It's cold enough that you'll see your breath fog in the air before you, that goosebumps appear on your arms and legs and a chill goes up your spine. You're inside, in a huge palace with sweeping arches and rooms, but it's no real shelter from the cold -- it's just as cold inside as out. There's a throne room, a kitchen, various rooms and even a dungeon to be explored -- and outside, a frigid, frozen garden, a lake that's naturally frozen over, and miles, and miles of snow as far as the eye can see. But be careful while you explore. The snowflake soldiers are naturally dangerous, but even more dangerous than that...there's that creeping sensation of numbness going up your arm, a pang through your chest, and the slow, slow freezing from the inside out. Try not to leave any of your friends behind, okay? Even if they might look a bit too uncannily like some of the statues hanging around for decoration when they're frozen over. Welcome to Awash's fourteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs for this event, but please keep in mind the lack of laptop function during this event when it comes to forum posts! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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here it is

[espritdecorpse]

[ What is it with people here and their massive pets? From the man's (lack of) reaction, it's clear that the bird is his. Wei Wuxian straightens up, twirls his flute between his fingers, and tucks it back in his sash. The red light in his eyes dims and goes out.

Brightly: ]

Fine, thanks! How about you! Care to give me a hand with something?

That was some rocky horror levels of anticipation

[sirnyxalot]

[No matter how used to the different people who get trapped here Nyx gets, he always meets someone that surpasses his expectations of the weird. How many worlds are there?

The transition between defensive and bright is abrupt and Nyx has to blink at him for a moment before bringing himself back to the original topic(?).]

Swell...

What are you trying to do?

[espritdecorpse]

Well, I'm trying to—

[ Wait. He looks at the giant chicken, then back to the man, then to the chicken again.

...

And then back to the man. ]

Say, do you ride that bird?

[sirnyxalot]

[Ah, he's easily distracted, huh? Nyx crosses his arms to have somewhere to tuck his hands and settles his weight on his left leg.]

Chocobos make highly effective mounts for traveling across rough country, and they have a very keen sense for danger. Perfect companion for hunting, if that's your sort of thing.

[espritdecorpse]

Like an imperial roof tile!. Hahaha!

[ He throws his hands in the air and spins around on the ice, laughing at his own joke. ]

I never understood why a man would be riding a chicken... why on the emperor's palace... hahaha! Now I know! They're "highly effective mounts"! Pfff! Hahahaha!

[ Finally he stops laughing and wipes his eyes. ]

Anyway, mind giving me a hand with something?

[sirnyxalot]

[Nyx missed the joke somewhere. He awkwardly waits until the laughter stops, about two seconds from asking the guy if he's really okay, and shakes his head to try and shake off the confusion. Conversational whiplash. What the hell is an imperial roof tile?]

I could try? Depends on what you're asking for help with.

[espritdecorpse]

[ His eyes light up and he rubs his hands together. ]

Vandalism! You see, I've made the very important discovery that—

[ Wait, aren't there nine beasts on an imperial roof tile? He cranes his head around, this way and that, to see if there's a menagerie anywhere. When he sees that there aren't any more animals (besides the vicious chicken chocobo), his shoulders slump. ]

You don't have more? That's disappointing, aaah!