Rainy Day Meme

[sonickey]

You've cross-indexed every weather report and they all call for rain.
Use the RNG to randomize, or pick a prompt yourself.
[borrowed from here]


Stay Dry:
1. Umbrella-ella-ella: A rainbow of colors, from black to red and leopard spots and clear.
2. Raincoat: You've got your raincoat buttoned up--but what about your friend?
3. Staying Inside: You're not going anywhere. Hot tea/cocoa/coffee/bloodwine/whatever, a blanket, and maybe a good book or someone to chat with. You can watch the rain from here.
4. Under an awning/outside: No umbrella, no coat, but maybe these shopkeepers won't mind you standing here until it eases off.
5. Tree: Probably not the best idea, but it's not a thunderstorm, so you might be dry, if it's a big enough tree.


Getting wet:
6. Puddle splashing: Put on your galoshes and have some fun! Or maybe the puddles are just too big to avoid...
7. Let's Play! are you one of those strange people who think the best time to go out and run, bike, or play sports is in the rain? Garden? Fly kites? (Please try not to imitate Ben Franklin.)
8. Work or Duty: You're not out here for fun--you HAVE to be out here. Too bad the weather's so awful
9. Unprepared: The trees are all drippy, the wind gets under any awnings you can find, and finding a dry place to stand for a few minutes is nigh impossible.
10. Umbrell-eh? You thought you were all prepared for the wet weather. And then your umbrella broke, your raincoat sprung a leak, and the gutters are overflowing.


Extreme:
11. Thunderbolts and Lightning! Very very frightening? Or maybe you're reveling in it? Telling scary stories to make it worse or soothing frayed nerves with a lullaby?
12. Blow Blow Thou Wind: It gets into everything! Blowing you off course, small dogs away from owners, and whatever else it can get at. Or maybe you're smart enough to watch the blasts from inside.
13. Water's Rising: Is it just me, or are the creeks getting a little high? Or maybe it's just your waterlogged yard or gutters.
14. Freezing rain: oh well now THIS is fun. Leaves everything in a coating of ice. Slick, brings down powerlines--but you can sled on it (if you don't value your skull much).


15. Wild Card: Is it raining frogs? Cats and dogs? Storm of the year? Just a drizzly mist? Rain that lasts for about 5 seconds and then it's sunny again? Whatever floats your boat, so to speak.

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Zelgadis Graywords | Slayers

[cureless]

[willofjustice]

Another library.

Amelia didn''t mind them, really. Not for the most part. Despite a preference for action and activity, the princess had no qualms about curling up with a book, losing herself in spells or the latest romantic action novel. She could spend hours that way, tucked up on the windowsill in one of Saillune's large libraries.

And she had no qualms about helping Zelgadis. When Saillune received a recent large shipment of rare books, Zelgadis was the first person she'd thought of, eagerly sorting through the stacks to find the ones he might most want to see, sending word across the miles for him to come.

It was peaceful in the library, curled up in her usual spot, listening to the sound of him turning the pages nearby. His presence settled into the kind of warm silence between them that Lina and Gourry's presence didn't, and she lingered in appreciation of it, enjoying the pleasure of not having to speak, not having to be on her toes -- just to be Amelia and to share the space with someone trusted absolutely.

The only problem at this point was that it was raining.

Even this wouldn't have been so bad, but. At this point it had been raining for three days straight, and there was only so much inaction that Amelia's nature could withstand.

Caught by a sudden wave of it, she closed her book with a soft, discontented noise, looking over for Zel.

[cureless]

Being utterly incapable of resisting the lure of knowledge and another chance, however slim (or impossible), Zelgadis had basically glued himself to his chosen chair for several days after arriving.

Of course, so far he'd had no luck, aside from at least two books that'd caught his interest for more regular magical research. He didn't mind too much; the weather was practically perfect to spend an extended amount of time inside, after all.

(Wet clothes were wet clothes, even if they didn't chill him.)

Glancing up over the edge of his current book when Amelia put hers down, he cocked his head and then looked back down again. There might have been a brief smile, but thankfully that was hidden by the book and his bowed head.

"You don't have to stay, Amelia." She'd stayed for far longer than he'd thought she would - an hour longer, in fact, as that had been his estimate when he'd started counting yesterday.

He was pretty sure she wouldn't let it rest at that, not when she'd managed to get him back to Saillune, no matter the reason why.