bakerstreet | SNOWED IN

[ If there's a clock on the wall, Iris doesn't bother with it. Instead, she fishes her phone from her pocket and glances down at it. ]

It's almost noon. [ Which is, unfortunately, not a revelation that surprises her in the least. The sky is blue, water is wet, and Noctis will sleep in unless he's woken up. ]

Maybe I should've tried to get you up myself, huh?

[ The microwave dings before she can say anything else, though, and she's quick to open it and remove the plate. Steam curls up from the food, just like it had with the coffee, so it's probably safe to assume it's suitably warmed. In fact, it might even be a little too warm.

So, she pulls up a chair and takes a seat as she places the plate in front of him.

It'd be rude not to stick around and keep him company, right? ]

Kara can't quite smother the bubbly giggle that rises in her throat when he faceplants into the snowbank. Regular people probably think they're nuts, and their respective teams probably think they need to grow up. That's more than fine by her, because she's not had this much fun in way too long.

"You okay?" She teases, but there might just be some concern there. Just a little. When he comes back with a barrage of projectiles, one manages to hit Kara before she can take off.

Tumbling to the ground, she creates a small crater in the middle of the street. Instead of being hurt, though, she's merely stunned; and laughing. She rolls over and speeds over toward him, flinging snowballs of her own with sweet revenge on her mind.

"The cold never bothered me anyway!" And she'll stick her tongue out at him, for good measure. Somewhere, J'onn must be rubbing his forehead in disappointment.

Oh.

[ He is surprised, but the surprise is more the fact that no one at all tried to wake him up than the actual time. He's slept in later, though this might actually be the latest he's slept in since leaving Insomnia. ]

... maybe. [ Noct's tone is pretty dubious here, but the microwave is dinging and now he's got a plate in front of him. ] Mm, smells good...

[ Picking up a fork, he eats some of the eggs -- or at least he tries to but winds up making a pained noise and spitting them out again like the socially graceful prince he is.] Too hot!

[ Noct takes a drink of coffee, but that doesn't really help and just makes the burn on his tongue sting a bit more. He starts blowing on the eggs then in hopes they cool off faster - even the bit he had in his mouth. At least he spit it back on the plate? But belatedly he realizes Iris is watching him and shifts uncomfortably. Isn't she glad she stuck around to watch him embarrass himself?]

I should have let it cool off first... sorry.

Says you, [ he shoots back with amusement, trying not to grin too obviously. ] I still think your dinosaurs are weird. [ there are a lot of things about earth he finds odd, but he's getting used to the idea of it. it helps that there are a fair number of natives among the crew that don't mind chatting about their home planet.

he huffs an answering laugh, reaching up to curl his hands loosely around the other man's arms. ] You say that now, but when we're both in our eighties and creaking when we walk, I absolutely reserve the right to complain as often as I want about space making my joints ache.

[ not that he particularly expects to live that long, though he hopes they both do. and assuming he isn't.. home by then. he's been here with jim just long enough now that he's not even sure that the enterprise isn't his home now. ]

Next time the Enterprise has to visit Earth, let's go there. [ a beat, then he laughs. ] I never thought I'd miss the desert.

[ Sticking around is quite possibly one of the best decisions Iris has made all day. Maybe even all week.

To her credit, though, she only laughs a little at Noctis' seemingly-futile attempt to cool his mouth (and his food). And, she even has the decency not to comment on the fact that she just watched the crown prince of Insomnia spit out his breakfast.

She's the real MVP, here. ]

Hey, don't worry about it. [ She waves a hand, dismissive, but the smile is evident in her voice now. ] I mean, I probably should've checked to make sure it wouldn't be too hot for you, so... it's kinda my fault, too.

[ Which, now that she says it, sounds like the kind of thing Ignis might've done, were he around for this. ]

You're gonna be okay, right?

Sentry stations aren't glamorous, darling. I suppose I could find a way to achieve stardom somehow, but it isn't dramatic enough.

[ He needs DRAMA, Sans. Lights. Camera. Action. An audience! Sentry stations don't offer any of those, really. He's about to go on another rant about them when the snow falls on his flawless hair. Oh. He's pissed. ]

DID YOU JUST GET SNOW IN MY HAIR!? My gorgeous, carefully maintained and styled hair!? Do you know how much oil I use to get it to look like this!?

[ he's definitely giving her shit, and sara grins back, bright and a little defiant. ] If I turn into a giant gelatin puff, I expect you'll get that Dr McCoy of yours to find a way to turn me back.

[ and with that, she tosses him the bag, returning to the cabinet to find sticks or at least something stick-like. she finds crackers instead, and tosses those in jim's direction as well. ] Someone here had the same taste I do.

[ She is truly too kind. And better her than Prompto, who would have taken a picture of that...

Blushing a bit, Noct stares down at his food rather than look at her and nods.]

Y-yeah. I'm fine. Don't worry. [ Still not quite meeting her eyes, he gives her a thumbs up that he means to be enthusiastic but comes out a bit halfhearted.]

I'm definitely awake now...

[ooc: that icon keeps cracking me up lmao.

i am the worst person in the sense i am open for everything and anything. but that's not the most helpful. i'm thinking pre-cannon or pain train if you're okay with noct helping ignis around and generally woeness :|a ]

Lifestyle? [She lays as much scorn as she can into those syllables.] Yes, I admit it must be very hard work to stay drunk all the time and harass the general public. And I've slept on floors before, for your information. It's not that amusing.

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(ooc: good. i like watching the cup noodle commercial when this game starts making me too sad. but for serious, i wouldn't be playing someone from this game if I was not ok with general woeness!

but ok then, here are two ideas I thought of! lmk which one pings you more, and i'll write a starter for it ~~or I mean we could do both and enjoy the mood whiplash~~

1. pre-canon one: they're supposed to be headed to the citadel for a meeting or something. it's on the schedule, and ok maybe they should have just called and apologized about being unable to make it because this weather is unusually awful but it's too late because they're already on their way. maybe they're snowed in and can't get out of the underground station near the citadel or maybe they were driving and the snow has reached a point of Nope - maybe even skidded into something on that lovely layer of ice that's formed on the roads and really they ought to hole up in a cafe or shop or whatever building happens to be nearby...

2. paintrain: when they get out to deal with daemons and clearing snow from the tracks, there's an avalanche that winds up dragging them over the side of the cliff. luckily all the snow means the eventual landing isn't deadly, but there's shelter to be found and they need to find a way back up and damn it shiva y u do this!!! ))

"You and your principles." Hawke rolls his eyes, at least as melodramatic, a different kind of helplessness in his expression. The judgey kind. "All the best stories have a few creative liberties taken in them, you know." Most of Hawke's more than a few. But that's not really news, either.

It's probably fortunate there's no space for Legolas to make a show of draping his own cloak over Hawke's shoulders, as well - then he might actually have laughed at the gesture, even if the fraction more of warmth it provides doesn't go entirely unappreciated, either. Being fussed over is not something he's entirely used to, though, or at least not when it comes to traveling companions. Always being the one expected to be responsible for everything sort of negates that, usually.

"I suppose huddling together for warmth does carry somewhat less of a risk of contracting the taint." And Hawke, terribly Fereldan that he is, can think of no other particularly effective way not to freeze, down here in this empty cavern. Short of Legolas' heretofore unannounced ability to summon dry kindling and firewood from the ether. (But he's not banking on that.)

He lifts the edge of his now double-layered cloak, offering out his arm and the somewhat less chilly space beneath. "Unless there's some other, elven secret to not freezing your ass off that you'd like to conveniently divulge, just now?"

[ He has such a cute grin. Beauty tries not to notice, despite that he'd obviously never know the difference. She's sure to let it influence her into saying or doing something awkward. ]

You New Yorkers always seem ready to challenge the weather no matter what the prediction. I'm willing to bet you'd have stayed until you were finished, regardless.

[ Matt's just that kind of person, too dedicated to consider his own comfort or safety before the job that needs to be done. It's a trait Beauty really admires, although she'd never say so. People who are willing to sacrifice themselves don't need encouragement, they need someone to remind them when it's time to take a break. ]

Oh. You're welcome. Your idea though, I just poured and stirred. Next time I'll try to be sure and have some real drinking chocolate for you.

That blatant judgement could be met with nothing more, and nothing less, but mirth. A grin, a shrug before he took the silent invitation, and plenty of words, all of them spoken in a tone most amused.

"I am no stranger to those creative liberties, but they are only meant to make the stories more poetic, add flair and more colour to inspire wonder and greater emotions," and he would be gesturing too, to make his point even clearer, but huddling close as they were — for both their sakes as much as such intimacy was, in Legolas's eyes at least, reserved for lovers only — he didn't want to lose what little heat they could keep between the two of them. "Such as now, we could speak of my keen eye to spot the half-buried entrance to a cave that saved us from certain doom. Those great sacrifices of mine, of my cloak and my body heat, offered to a friend on the brink of frostbite, so that he would return sound and hale. The silent vigil that I kept over your rest, risking boredom as you gathered your strength."

Not so over the top that it would invite doubts and disbelief, but with just enough exaggeration that would make folk look with a kinder eye upon him. A proud elf that not once in his life experienced the shadow of a threat of slavery was a rare thing, after all, and not exactly welcome for many.

He exhaled a frosty sigh, and urged Hawke to sit down, and sit down on top of their cloaks to insulate against the cold rocks. It would be more comfortable this way if they had to spend hours stuck in here, for both of them.

"Alas, I fear, short of being an elf, there is not much else to it," he found one of Hawke's hands, held it in both of his own, warmer by a few degrees, "I keep warmth about me a little longer."

Though, unfortunately, not infinitely.

Yeah, because that's all I do.

[ you know what, winter? maybe he'll throw you another bone here. ask, and maybe he'll answer honestly. ]

Nah, just a hot dog will be fine.

[Frisk is officially a snow dollar richer! They get to work on the next one.]

You should definitely have one! Mom makes the chocolatiest brownies in the world!

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Opening it now would be cheating, wouldn't it?

(this is perfectly fine!)

Warmth, cold, it was all the same to him -- relatively speaking. Being almost entirely robotic has it's perks, objectively speaking, but when the weather's bad enough to actually tamper with a mission, that's an appropriate time to throw in the towel. Temporarily. Surely a convenient, definitely-abandoned mansion lay.

The fact that a sprawling home sat conveniently amidst a myriad of trees was suspicious in and of itself. It wasn't anything he'd expected to run into, so naturally he was going to investigate it, if only to find some lowkey shelter under a porch or something. Things rarely keep to plan, though, and before long Raiden's found himself meandering along some seemingly vacant hallways, examining various rooms for an inkling of who may--

Ah. Okay. Mom's home. A visor lifts from a gray, neutral gaze, but a retinal scan proceeds to analyze the stranger.

"Yeah." This is awkward. "I wanted to see if you needed help shoveling."

It's a joke, but it's entirely flat.

[She's pretty certain that can't be all he does, but she's going to act unimpressed to annoy him. That's just been their dynamic. It's kind of impressive that they've been stuck in close quarters so long and haven't drawn weapons.

But it's really just damn cold for any of this.]

I know you disappear for weeks on end. [Classfied stuff as he said.] But you're not the first hunter to go off on your own. Even soldiers go on solo missions.

[ Translation: it's not that impressive, Qrow. Her grandfather used to trek all over Remnant on his own. Maybe if she ever got the urge to, she'll do something like that. Right now, she's happy with what she's got. She's actually quite at home in the military. It's not always a cake walk, but it's order and structure.]

Oh, sure.

[ he snorts at that, visibly showing he isn't impressed just the same. he's well aware that he's not the first hunter to undergo these types of missions, but damn, winter, if you knew what he's been up against, then you'd really be fucking impressed. ]

Having your robo-buddies following you everywhere still counts as being alone in Atlas, huh?

If I'm told to take a security detail, I take them, Qrow. [She sighs, resisting the urge to rub her temples to stave off the impending headache.]

Part of being a soldier is following orders. Besides, we have to test our machines some kind of way. It doesn't work so well if you leave them in storage. And I think I held my own quite well without any assistance.

Then that's not working alone, is it?

[ and it doesn't seem like she's letting go of that fight they had at beacon. must be because she knew she would win? was she that confident? he internally scoffs at the idea. there's a reason why the secrets of the maidens aren't made aware to her, and that's because she has 1) no business in it, and, and this is just his own reasoning, but 2) she probably can't handle it.

:)

he narrows his eyes, trying to get a better look at her. ]

You held your own against my sword. That's all you did. [ she hasn't even seen him with his scythe just yet! he's already obnoxious, but he takes pride in being one of the best scythe-wielders in all of remnant. he made his own weapon and is damn good at working all its functions, especially when it's turned as a scythe. it's big, and has a long range, and is ultimately something he uses for the tougher fights.

he had almost used it on her once. almost. so she's right up there, and is pretty good in combat, but honestly? he doesn't think she'd be able to win against her once he uses the style of combat he's more accustomed to. ]

I'll work alone when and if my missions require it - not to a prove a point to anyone else or you.

[There's a definite note of annoyance in her tone now. She's proud of how far she's come. And she can't do her job efficiently if she lets others goad her into being reckless but it's like he knows what buttons to push. Frankly, she believes that if he wants to underestimate her that would be to his own detriment. He's not the first person. And she's got no small amount of her own pride in her own abilities. She was ecstatic the day she realized that she had inherited the ability to summon. It was something innate. It was hers in the truest sense that something could be hers and no one was going to take it away. She supposes everyone feels that way about their own semblance to some degree. But hers has a history.]

And I'll hold my own against anything you've got.

[ that gets on qrow's playful side again, and he laughs, both his hands on his stomach as he tries not to laugh too hard. ]

Okay, okay-- then when then storm's gone.

[ he wheezes rather loudly. ]

Which is hopefully soon, because I want to see your face covered in snow while you beg me not to tell anybody you lost.

[Sans nods sagely, like this is the wisest thing he's ever heard.]

Good plan. You gotta ease into the snow economy. There's a lot to learn. Shame, though. I still make a mean fried snow.

[Okay, enough bullshitting. Not like Sans is going to stop, but the hot dogs are coming along.]

Guess I better. I haven't had much of your mom's cooking yet.

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ten years only seems appropriate, considering the canon and all

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indeed!

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can anyone spot the egos in the room?

nothing to see here tbh!

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