[identity profile] frozen-flakes.livejournal.com
Snow's in the Cooper kitchen.

This house is totes interesting, and it has a freezer, which automatically = awesome.

So she brought it ice cream!

Ice cream which she is now eating.

Om nom.
[identity profile] broked-reality.livejournal.com
Sam has been working on the flying car. Modifying it.

For a car that doesn't run off petrol, this involves a surprising amount of both some sort of oil and, oddly, ash, which is why Sam is fairly filthy at the moment.
[identity profile] frozen-flakes.livejournal.com
Ice spirits can go wherever there is ice.

So it makes perfect sense that Snow is sitting on the counter of the Cooper kitchen, leaning over and scooping frost from the inside of the freezer with her fingers.

...wait, no it doesn't.

Om nom!
[identity profile] inorganically.livejournal.com
When you come from a world where shooting yourself in the head is a legitimately useful mode of transportation, appearing in a new location after getting hit by a rocket is actually less disorienting than it has any reason to be.

That said, Chrome Dokuro has never, in her life, found herself staring down a giant bat as startled by her presence as she is by its existence.


Two voices, one human, one very much not, go "EEEEEEEEEEEEE" in unison, and both of them take off in opposite directions on instinct. The human end of this chorus runs right out the end of the cave she wound up in and right off the edge of the hill it was built into, not-very-merrily tumbling end over end aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way to the bottom.

If Chrome were conscious after this, she'd say "ow".

Sadly, Chrome is ... not.

Ooops.
[identity profile] verb-not-noun.livejournal.com
Penance's new yellow friend had given her an idea. She's not sure if she's allowed to implement said idea, as the farm seems to belong to Lucy and she's not sure how to ask either. But if she isn't allowed, she trusts someone to come by and let her know. And she will obey, if a little sadly.

But, until then, the idea is implemented.




There's a tree not too far from the Cooper farmhouse that, for some reason in the warming spring weather, is covered in snowflakes.

Paper snowflakes.

It's possible that there's a very happy red girl sitting in the branches, beaming at her surroundings.
[identity profile] verb-not-noun.livejournal.com
There is a red girl in black leather crouching beside the pond/lake at the back of the farmhouse. She trails a single finger through the water, but is always quick to pull back when a tiny, baby tentacle looks like it's about to reach for her. But she seems to be enjoying herself and that may even be a slight smile curling her lips.

So. Red girl, poking water.

Come poke back?


(OOC: apologies for extreme lameness and disappearance. F'REALZ. :( )

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