Like Blood Lying on Snow | Day 37 - Afternoon | Multiple Places

[subtleserenity]

A gun doesn't care about the temperature. As long as it can spark, there's nothing to worry about. Precipitation is something slightly more problematic, even if it starts out frozen.

Scenario A (Open!)
It is particularly problematic when it's falling inside on instruction books you're trying to read from. The one Brimstone has at the moment is for getting outside. The steps are frustratingly simplified and provide little advice on how to actually accomplish any of them. When the first snowflakes hit the pages and begin melting, she looks upward for the source of the mysterious flurries, but they're just coming from the ceiling. She closes the book and goes to find the others roaming the house, noting that it's not just the library suffering the bizarre weather patterns. "You ever seen snow fallin' inside when there ain't a hole in the roof?"

Scenario B (Just one, please!)
Once she's gathered that, no, this is not a regular occurrence as far as anyone else can remember, Brimstone heads toward the only place that she knows there's a window. Maybe if she can climb up to it and see what's going on outside if might give an indication of what's going on inside. It's definitely a magical phenomenon, but it might be a naturally-occurring magical phenomenon. Possibly. She sets her jaw and starts to scale the wall below the ledge where Angel had found the window.

Let it snow

[heirred]

 The Grand Hall, chilly as it is, has never looked like this before. Cool Kid looks around, he doesn't remember ever seeing snow before, but the sight of it alone is enough to chase away any anger he has at the temperature dropping. The place before him is some kind of winter wonderland. 

"Fuck yes!" he shouts in glee, before running forward and diving straight into a pile of snow. He laughs, turning onto his back to make a snow angel when he hears someone coming (your character?), with a snicker, he quiets, hiding behind a dip in the snow. Gathering some of the fluff in his hand he packs it into a small lump, then, taking aim, he pulls back and fires.

"SNOW FIGHT!"

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[ironspirit]

The cold is tolerable, at first. A slight chill? No big deal, he's a magical flaming broadsword. Still, the fact that the temperature dropped at all is a bit worrying, and that worry only increases when it starts snowing, of all things. Why snow.

So his first stop ends up being the hearth room. Once he's sure nothing terrible is happening to the hearth (and throws some extra kindling in there for good measure), Jian goes straight for whatever's left of that mangled fireproof curtain. It's not much, but it's the only fabric in the house that won't burst into flames on contact, so it'd have to do. In a matter of seconds Jian completes his transformation into a flaming head poking out of a cloth cocoon.

Except... well, it's still a bit too large, and kinda hard to walk in. He should probably cut off some of it first.

He frees a hand for about five seconds before deciding to just flop onto the middle of the floor instead. Fuck that, it's too cold for this shit. Maybe the cold will go away if he waits it out...

The Library: Open

[hondsdol]

The snow didn't bother him. He had his thick fur coat to keep him warm, though he was still a bit colder than he would have liked. That, and with the snow falling down as much as it was reading was a bit of a pain, thouhg the wolf hadn't found anything he could read so far anyway. He'd have to change that, eventually. Somehow. Maybe Mason would be willing to help him out.

Speaking of Mason... he hadn't heard from the house recently, and the falling snow worried him a bit. He might have been able to keep himself decently warm even without a blanket to cover him, but the house had always been warm enough before. "Mason...?" he called, nervous and worried. The wolf would have to look for the others soon. Maybe someone else could explain the sudden snow and why it was so cold. "I know you can hear me. What happened? I see no hole in you anywhere."

Maybe he was sore over the damage he and Copper had done in the garden. Really, it hadn't been his fault! He was curious. But without an answer, he couldn't help but feel somewhat worried and a little anxious.

So the wolf would wander, looking for anyone who could tell him answers.