pale the winter days after dark

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WHO: Anyone stuck in/visiting/trolling the Phancyhive house
WHEN: Backdated during Snowmageddon
SUMMARY: Snowstorm shenanigans!
WARNINGS: Snowball fights and stolen soup.

[DURING THE TIME OF THE FIRST GREAT SNOW OF 2012, THE HOUSE OF PHANCYHIVE EXPERIENCED A GOOD MANY TALES THAT WOULD BE TOLD AMONGST NEWCOMERS FOR YEARS TO COME.

HERE ARE SOME OF THEIR STORIES.]

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[Closer, Gilbert. These are her last words after all, the dying wish of a bitty....]

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[WHAT IS IT MAYA...HE'LL TAKE YOUR WORDS INTO THE DEPTHS OF HIS SOUL.]

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M-Mr. Nightray...... [Her voice is weak, going fast, and she's using the last of her strength to convey this message....]

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G-Get over... the scone complex. [And with that, her eyes close, her body slackens, and she goes still in his arms]

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[CRYING AND WEEPING ETERNALLY.






For his scones, may they rest in peace.]

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[Maya however is not allowed to die. Because they haven't finished this damned conversation yet! He removes his jacket quickly and wraps it around her shoulders, rubbing his hands up and down her arms to try and warm her up a little more.]

Maya open your eyes and I'll...I'll...

[Think Gilbert, think.]

I'll buy you burgers! Lots of them!

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[It's over, Gilbert Nightray. She's finally kicked the bucket. Met her maker. Bit the dust (dust tastes weird, she'd prefer a burger). Bought the farm (maybe she could make her own burgers now?) Gone to the big Steel Samurai convention in the sky.]

[.... Of course, miracles are known to happen. Perhaps if you specified just how many burgers you'd buy for her....]

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[Crap crap crap. Okay, thinking. They need to get out of here and somewhere warm. Preferably somewhere with burgers.

Bitty is getting gathered up into his arms now as he snow-shoes his way back to the street. Or...what's supposed to be the street.]

Maya, wake up! You were coming to my house for food, so you must be hungry, right?!

[GET HUNGRY.]

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[She's not hearing any promising of eternal burgers, Gilbert.]

[Her stomach does growl very slightly, but.... How many burgers? How many?!]

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[...Her stomach is growling. He knew that even close to death she'd be hungry.]

If you don't wake up then you'll never be able to eat all of the lunch that I made for you! Do you know how many burgers I cooked?! Hundreds!

[IS THAT NUMBER HIGH ENOUGH.]

Are you going to be rude and not eat them?! Wake up!

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[However, despite his terrible and unjust accusations and assaults on her honor, the promise of hundreds of burgers means she's suddenly jolting upright in his arms as if nothing happened]

Why didn't you just say so in the first place?! Geez, Mr. Nightray!

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[.... And then wincing in pain and holding her head]

Oooh.... I don't feel so good.

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[Why did this method actually work...]

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[He holds on a little tighter, trying to keep her steady as he moves as quickly as he can through the wind and snow clouding his vision.]

Hey - don't move too fast, you'll make yourself dizzy.

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[Because she's hungry, Gilbert Nightray]

[In any case she wriggles a little awkwardly in his grasp to position herself]

I'm not dizzy, I just feel a little...... What are you doing out here, anyway?

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I was looking for you! You didn't show up for lunch, and you weren't picking up your NV.

[Even though it's cold and snowy and windy, he still manages to hang onto her as he kicks snow out of their path.]

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For me? [Oh right, lunch...]

That's right, I was on my way.... Geez, where did all this snow come from? [She ends up nudging a little closer to him and then finally settles, squinting against the snow]

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What do you mean 'where did it come from'? It's been falling for hours now!

[Just how long has she been frozen out here?!]

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There wasn't this much out when I left....

[... He really went out in this weather...?]

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It's been worse than anyone expected.

[Said surprisingly gentle. The streets are too covered in the stuff to be able to see much of the landmarks at this point, and the signs are becoming more and more difficult to read.]

Which street is this...we're closer to your house, right?