Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Thursday [12/20].

[special_rabbit]

Hurrying down the stairs straight from her radio broadcast, Amaya's suspicions were immediately confirmed...in a way. From the cacaphony of destructive sounds to the abrupt cut-off in the power, she knew something was up with the Crumbler.

She didn't think she'd have suspected it was snowmen doing the damage, though, two of them, having somehow managed to bust through the barred door and were now busting through the Crumbler with gleeful abandon.

"Not on my watch, buddy!" Amaya shouted as she stomped down the stairs, grabbing the weed whacker from the weapons wall on her way. "You leave the Crumbler alone!"

Of course, with them being made of snow and all, a simple blow to the top of their head wasn't likely to do much, was it? And she couldn't crush their kneecaps when they didn't exactly have knees. They did have arms, though, and those arms were what was causing the problem, right? So a well-aimed swing of the weed whacker (hey, those arms were made of sticks, by the looks of them, so it still fell squarely in the realm of gardening and thus a proper use for the tool, if you asked her) knocked the arm off of one of them, and, while it went scrambling to retrieve it, she sent a boot through his head that she figured might buy her a little more time as she went to focus on the other one, just as he'd ripped a very important chain from the poor, sputtering, slowly dying Crumbler.

Bought her a little more time, too, to go find herself some flint and get the spark she needed to light the fire in the forge. It helped that, as soon as their arms were plopped back into place, most of their attention went right back to the Crumbler, which was quickly being disassembled with absolutely no care and bolts and nuts going everywhere, and Amaya tried not to groan over how long it was going to take her to get that all pieced together again. Of course, once the snowmen realized what Amaya was doing when she started yanking on the lever of the bellows to stoke the fire, their attentions clearly shifted, one going for the bellows, one going for her, but she'd had just enough time to get something going, just enough time to reach for a club, shove it in the fire, and then send the just-barely about to fire end of it straight into the snowman's torso. When his hands went to the big hole in his stomach in surprise, she took the opportunity to yank off those arms and tossed them into the fire, then gasped as the other snowman, grinning, managed to yank off the lever for the bellows.

"Oh, like I've only got the one!" she snorted, giving him a punch in the face that didn't seem to do much but surprise him for a second, but that was all she needed to move enough to give him a firm boot toward the faintly glowing forge. "It's hot enough already to deal with the likes of you, I'll bet."

Ahhh, nothing quite like starting your Thursday with squirrel notes and then manhandling snowmen toward a fire until they melted. Which was a little grim, if she thought about it for too long...so she wasn't going to think about it.

She was going to frown a little at those puddles, though (they hurt the Crumbler! This was entirely justified!), before going to get her second, smaller bellows to get the fire going a little more, something she was feeling very glad for when she turned around to inspect the damage on the Crumbler just in time to see another pair of snowmen walk in through the busted door, curious and eager to find trouble.

Well, if they were looking for trouble, they found it. "Alright, then, boys," said Amaya, shoving some nearby rods of metal into the embers of the forge to heat up and pulling on her gloves to make sure they were good and ready. "Let's dance."

The Forge was....open?

[[the post totes is. i imagine waves of snowmen trying to make sure the generator!Crumbler is 100% dead flowing in throughout the day, so please mod their presence or lack thereof as you see fit if you're coming by!]]

Turtle & Canary; Thursday [12/20].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Turtle & Canary had a generator, of course, and it had been plugging along nicely since yesterday, when Summer came in and realized that it was much better to just stick around the store like Apu instead of her powerless apartment. Besides, it gave her something to do, in pulling out the significant backstock of supplies they kept on hand for emergencies, as well as all the warm winter gear and shovels and space heaters and blankets and firewood and whatever else might be needed. And she figured if anyone was braving the weather to make it over here to get supplies, well, then, she was definitely going to just give it to them, because who was going to be a jerk about making a profit off desperate people at a time like this?

Well. She could think of plenty of people, really. Which was exactly why she wasn't going to.

And things seemed to be go along great, up until the power cut off in the store, too. Which...shouldn't have happened, because, hello, generator, but then again, hello, ridiculous amounts of snow. So Summer, bundled up all over again and armed with a shovel and a butane torch that should help with any ice if that was the problem, headed on up to the roof where the generator was...

...or used to be, anyway. It still was, but it was very clear that it was beyond functioning at the moment as it was being attacked by snowmonsters.

"Oh, come on! Really?"

Well, at least it wasn't sharks.

Although she had a pretty good feeling that it would be pointless, Summer at least had to use the fact that she had a shovel and a blowtorch in her hands to fight off the snowmonsters, feeling particularly proud about having managed to just kick one off the side of the roof (hoping there didn't happen to be anyone passing by at just that moment), and once she'd cleared the area of them, she went to inspect the generator. Which was difficult, since the snow kept falling, and Summer didn't have much technical aptitude for this sort of thing anyway, and it looked...bad...real bad. And save maybe calling Amaya to have a look at it since she probably knew the equipment, there was probably no hope of it getting fixed any time soon, especially not out here in the cold.

Summer shivered.

"At least I don't have to worry about the frozen stuff spoiling," she murmured as she made her way back downstairs, into the darkened store, trying to figure out exactly what her next step should be.

[[open! feel free to swing by either before or after the generator kicks the proverbial bucket!]]

T42 - Thursday

[hernando_fuentes]

Hernando and Kaidan had taken turns through the night to wake up and shovel the snow clear of the entrance and window of the shop. Kaidan had begun building something he called 'berms' by tightly packing the snow into mounds around the door. He'd built a sort of icy..archway?.. around the door that kept the snow from drifting in and blocking it.

Dave was sitting on the windowsill and glaring out at the snowfall. The other quokka were cheerfully hopping about as though the weather didn't concern them in the least.

The interior of the store had changed. A roaring fireplace took up one entire end. A giant copper kettle, siphon tubes running up from the lid and across the wall to the hot water dispensers, hung from an iron hook over it. The walls had become stone-clad, reflecting the heat. Thick woven wool rugs were layered on the floor. Tables and chairs had rearranged themselves closer to the fire to be joined by large plush armchairs closer to the counter.

The counter and hot water dispensers remained the same. Hernando began setting out pastries.

The sign rattled. Hernando let out a relieved sigh he had not been aware he had been withholding and went to see to it.

T42 is Open!
Come in!
The fire is warm, the tea is hot.
There is also cocoa.
We still don't recommend the coffee.

He patted it and placed it in the window. Small candle lanterns hung from delicate chains. The colored glass added a festive glow. Hopefully the light would guide people in from the cold.

[Open and snow-monster free!]

Around Town [Thursday during the day]

[fh_extras]

The snow and wind had continued through the night, passing "wow, this is a lot of snow", heading straight through "this is going to be really annoying" and landing right around "um, maybe the door facing the north side of the house doesn't open any more" levels and was still coming down.

So much for the idea of this being a bit of Fandom Advent whimsy.

It was brutally cold outside, as well, which was bad news for folks without generators who hadn't moved towards the locations with fireplaces. Generators all over the island also began failing systematically, aided by pairs of lurching, tool-wielding snowmen snowpersons snow monsters, with angry coal eyes, wizened carrot noses, and teeth filled with icicles.

Where had the snow monsters come from? For those with good eyesight and a need to go for a walk in a blizzard, an enormous iceberg could be spotted through the snow, floating just off Galactica Point.

It was probably fine, though, right?

Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [12/20].

[hashtag_chocobro]

It maybe took Prompto all of two seconds out the door to utterly regret the agreement he'd made with Sidon about their duties at Furndado, but he really didn't have a choice in the matter. If it was freezing cold out here for him, he couldn't imagine what it was going to be like for someone with Sidon's anatomy, so he really was the better choice of the two of them to go make sure everything was okay with the pets. Sure, they could have also assumed that Zack, their boss, would have it covered, but they would have both felt so useless and lame if they weren't more proactive about it.

Plus, bonus, there was a generator at the shelter, which was a damn good thing, because the logistics of making sure all the animals were safe and sound in the middle of all of this would be a damn nightmare.

So everything was working out pretty well...until it wasn't.

"Noooooo," Prompto's eyes went wide even before the dull whine of the failing power finished. "Nononononono!"

He didn't waste any time rushing out to the back to see what happened with the generator, this very important generator necessary to keep all those birds and fish and reptiles alive, and was immediately incensed to see some sort of lumpy, dumpy, weirdly menacing...thing made of snow messing with it.

Incensed enough to have no regard for either his fear or his cold in just that moment. "Hey, you snow-jerk!" he shouted, charging forward, about to let all those roundhouse kicks and uppercuts he'd laid on random helpless poster stands in class get some good use as he knocked out some icicle teeth and coal eyes. "Back the fuck off!"

That was able to subdue the snow-jerk for a moment, at least, as Prompto's brain swirled with one idea and one idea alone: how to protect this generator, especially as the snow-jerk was pulling himself back together and the snow over their heads just kept falling. "Yo, Doc!" he shouted back into the store, as he knelt down to see what damage had been done to the generator and, with a rush of relief, realized he'd gotten out in time before it was too bad, this he could easily fix. "I need you to grab some of those heat lamps we got for people who want reptiles and shit! We're going to make sure any of these snow-holes trying to hurt these animals'll be nothing but puddles by the time they get here!"

So after a whirlwind of chaos and fighting and dragging things out and fixing, area around the generator was surrounded by every heat lamp in the store not currently keeping some reptiles warm; the generator itself was surrounded by an igloo of bags of kitty litter and dog food, and Prompto stood on guard with a pooper scooper, ready to bash in the face of any snow-jerk who managed to make it through the heating-lamp gauntlet. But since he didn't trust the lamps themselves to be quite powerful enough, he tried to think of other possible lines of defense before shooting off a text and mentally crossing his fingers.

He didn't care if he had to remain glued to this spot until whatever this storm was passed; he was not letting these snow-jerks take this one!

Fort Furnado is open! Er...kind of.

[[I'M SORRY, I REFUSE TO LET THIS GENERATOR DIE, THERE ARE PUPPIES ON THE LINE, PEOPLE!]]

Community Center [all day]

[heroic_jawline]

Steve, bundled up in a variety of hilarious Avengers-themed winterwear (because the colder it is, the less you care), went out on patrol with his shield after Amaya's radio, making sure folks who needed to could get to the community center.

He trudged over to that building, made sure it was unlocked, stoked the fire, and then checked for stocks of food. He found fruitcake, a lot of canned things from an abandoned food drive, and no coffee at all. "Well, Tony will never come here if it's out of coffee," he muttered, heading back out into the cold and towards the sound of equipment breaking.

He'd return later.

[OOC: And here's your community center post, townies! Make yourselves at home!]

Arms Hotel to Covent Garden Flowers - There and Back Again

[mages_suck]

Fenris woke, warm and oddly content under a very large heap of blankets. He was cuddled squashed up against Fjord's larger bulk. If there wasn't something niggling in his mind for attention, he wouldn't be inclined to move at all. Not that he could, Fjord had one of his arms trapped somehow.

The niggling thought eventually coalesced. Fenris tried to sit up - only to be thwarted and yanked back toward the pillows due to the aforementioned trapped arm and the swaddle of blankets. He blurted a word, "Tickles!" The power was out. The heat to the store would be off. Tickles had been alone there all night, maybe. Fenris wasn't worried. Not about a stupid cat he didn't even like anyway. He just had to go make sure the kittenwillow was safe so Peter wouldn't worry.

Yes. That. Even though Peter lived basically across the street from the store and Fenris was halfway across town. He was just going to.. go make sure. That was all. Not worried. Not at all.

Prodding Fjord, he said, "Fjord, wake up. We have to go out. Well, I have to go out, and I want you to come with me but more to the point, I can't get up because you're laying on my arm."

[Mostly for Fjord and maybe Peter but sort of openish]

Somewhere on the way into town- Thursday morning

[seriesofbaddecisions]

There wasn't really a reason to go to work. Anyone who was going out in this much snow to get weapons was probably already someone who had weapons. But Sabine was bored and didn't want to just hang out, so she figured she could at least try to get some more stuff for the dorms.

This was fun. This was a decision she was definitely glad she made. She didn't regret this at allllll.

[Open!]

Devil's Nest [Thursday around noon]

[texted3times]

In addition to being a 2000-year-old vampire, Eric was a Viking, which meant that modern conveniences like "indoor heating" and "running water" were nice, but not essential. Plus, well, vampire. It wasn't like he was ever really going to warm up.

But property damage was another problem entirely. He stood in the doorway of the bar, fangs out and blood dripping from his ears from being awake during the day as he watched a couple of snow monsters tear apart the generator.

"TINY," he roared, "KILLLLLL THEM."

Which was when his dying phone beeped with a text from said bartender, who had called in "don't wanna" from work today.

"Just you wait until the sun goes down, assholess," Eric snarled.

The snow monsters didn't seem all that concerned.

[OOC: Open, sure. I think I'm hilarious.

Community Center [Thursday evening]

[heroic_jawline]

Cold enough that he could no longer really feel his toes and sporting a black eye from where a snow monster had gotten in a lucky shot, Steve made his way back to the community center as the island got dark. He fell on his rear a few times due to the ice he couldn't see and finally got back to the door, more grateful than he wanted to admit to for the warmth of the fire and the sight of people coming together to stay warm and snow monster-free.

"Don't suppose anyone has a hot toddy around?" he asked, shivering.

[OOC: Your evening community center post for your sitting around and bitching about the cold/the icy patches/snow monsters/ needs!]