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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[inthejunk]

[He grunts tiredly, then peeks up at Gilbert around his elbow.]

Every time someone says that it really happens.

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I-is it too late to take it back...?!

[inthejunk]

I hope not.

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[Ugh. Of course he would end up cursing them like this in the middle of a snowstorm. And speaking of which...

He turns and moves over to stand at the window, brushing some condensation away with the tips of his fingers.]

It's still this bad...?

[inthejunk]

[Still draped over the table sneezing quietly and dripping fluids everywhere.]

They said record snow...I guess around here that's pretty big.

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I've never seen snow this bad.

[Use the napkins, Yosuke! Napkins!]

Is the tea any good?

[inthejunk]

Yeah... [Whether that's about the snow or the tea is your guess. Oh hey, napkins...he sniffles and snorts attractively into those now.]

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[And you wonder why the girls don't flock to you, Yosuke. Politely looking away until he's finished being attractive.]

[inthejunk]

[What? Usually there isn't so much mucus involved, okay?]

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[Just pray that someone like Madame Red doesn't come in and see it...]

[inthejunk]

[Would it be bad?]

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[Well, she's a beautiful, sophisticated lady and you're a snot-nosed kid...the levels of embarrassment would be off the charts.]

[inthejunk]

[He'll be way less snotty once he gets out of the wet clothes!]

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[Tea first, then he can wear one of Gilbert's awesome dress shirts. And matching cravat!]

[inthejunk]

[Wait, what the he'll is a cravat?]

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[The garment that turns boys into men! And men into ladies because fff frills.]

[inthejunk]

[So it's basically girl repellant? No thanks, dude. He doesn't need any help with that. Or attracting unwanted male attention either, apparently...]

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[Well...maybe the girl's that he's interested in. But hey, the offer is always on the table.

Are they done with tea yet or is Yosuke still expelling snot?]

[inthejunk]

[He's just sniffling quietly now, and shivering and pushing a cube of sugar around on the table. Sugar cubes are a curiosity to him. He's so gonna steal one for later.]

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[As soon as it looks like he's finished, Gilbert moves to grab his bag for him, like a servant would take luggage before leading a guest to their room.]

Let me show you where you can sleep and wash up for now. I'll bring you some of my dry clothes so I can do your laundry.

[inthejunk]

Um...alright.

[Yosuke jumps to his feet, making another small puddle appear on the floor there. He doesn't object to Gil carrying his things-there's nothing in there he's afraid of someone else finding at the moment anyway- just sloshes along after him, creating wet spots the whole way there.]

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[Oh good, he needed to clean the floor anyhow.

Follow us up the stairs, Yosuke. Lots of stairs.]

[inthejunk]

[Ugh...why are there so many? Does this place really need to be that big? He's tired, man. He's been panicking his way through a blizzard all afternoon, you know.]

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Of course it needs this many. This is how Victorians do it. But don't worry, it's only one flight; bedrooms are on the second floor. Unless he really wants to sleep in the servant's quarters on the third.]

[inthejunk]

[No, he's good. He just drips and slips his way up, obediently. Man. A hot shower and a warm bed sounds really nice...it's kind of hard to keep his eyes open all of a sudden...]