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Is everyone surviving any epic snow or weather they might be having in their part of the world?

If so, then I vote to the death of the fourth wall. *lalala turns off notifications so my phone doesn't ping like crazy*

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[chanter1944]

Surviving rather well, if virtually snowbound. We've got a blizard warning here until noon, and I've just heard public radio say we've a state of emergency in 29 counties. I think the puppydog's got it worse than I do - small apartment+cooped up in same. *pets him*

Right, temporary breakage of the fourth wall? Backroom invasion! :) I've been wanting to get in early on one of these!

The door opens to admit a short, plump twenty-something in jeans and a heavy sweater. Also a suddenly very curious yellow labrador (his leash is still securely held), a gust of icy wind and what looks like an inch of snow all at once. Chanter's dark hair, her clothes, and the lab's fur are thoroughly covered in the stuff. "Brrrr! I am *so* not doing that again unless I have to--wait, what--oh cool!" Someone's just realized she's not in her apartment, never mind the keys still in her hand. "This place again! This beats being stuck at home, even if I can't get Worldservice coverage in here." Beat. "Or can I?"

The lab, completely unconcerned with his chatty human friend, proceeds to shake melting snow and near-white fur all over. "Gah!"

[saphyria.livejournal.com]

Another woman, stocky, mid-twenties, in business casual with her frizzy brown hair semi-contained in a messy bun, can't help herself.

"Oh, you are gorgeous, you are," she says, crouching down in front of the dog once the lab has finishedd transfering the snow from his fur to every nearby surface.

[i_candozat]

The young Russian can't help a little laugh at the snow being shaken off, but comes forward, kneeling in front of the dog, clearly unconcerned by the snow and animal hair as he pets it, looking up at the woman with a sweet smile.

"Is snowing for you, yes?"

[withherhands]

There's a yelp off to the side as someone gets cold, wet snow splattered on the back of their neck. Of course once that's finished, the dog may realize that that same person has the smell of cat on their clothes.

[ceitfianna]

"Aww, he should get lots of pets today. Do you want a towel to keep from getting too wet?"

A brunette with a Starbucks' drink says with a smile. This might make class go really quickly.

[minkhollow]

I am frozen out of my car. AWESOME.
So I'm thinking Happy Hour might go up earlier than I'd planned today, but first (after I call work to go 'yeah, so about that') I'm going back to bed for a while.
But after that, there will be SHENANIGANS.

[chanter1944]

Eeeek! I bet you're not alone, either. *hugs* Yes, definitely stay home. If it's anything there like it is here, it's warranted.

I may just tag that early happy hour. Hmm. :)

[spooky-lemur.livejournal.com]

WE had rain here on the west coast the other day...expect more snow if you're in the Midwest if you haven't got it already. ; p

I'll break the Wall when I get to work.

[camwyn]

I walked out of my apartment this morning and the entirety of my block looked like it had been coated in a layer of ripply glass. Thank God for salt trucks.

As far as the fourth wall goes, a tall, stocky, dark-haired woman in a purple shirt and tan pants just wandered in and hung up her Indiana Jones hat. "Anybody got a towel? I slipped and fell on the way here and it's wet out there..."

[chanter1944]

"Uh, sorry," says the girl in the fluffy sweater. "Would if I could, but this place showed up where my apartment was supposed to be, and I can't get to my closet." There's a pause, and a shiver. "I could probably use one to get the snow out of my hair, come to think of it. A towel, not a closet."

Unconnected to much else, sorry Cam, but you have a curious pink nose aimed in your direction now. No, it's not Chanter's.

[alchemistseraph]

WOO Fourth Wall Break! Steph, you make my morning better with this. <3 (Also, here in Georgia we have no snow. It's sort of shitty weather, but less Snowpocalypse-shitty and more like the weather just doesn't even want to pay attention to us. It's been gray and icky for two days.)


When the door opens and admits a sleep-tousled young woman in pajamas and obviously intended for the shower, she stops and makes a thoughtful noise and disappears for a moment, grinning like a maniac. Two minute later she's back and tugging a multi-leash--with about eight people attached to it by the ankles--through the door, to attach it surely to the nearest immovable object. "Y'all stay here. Don't destroy anything irreplaceable."

[sardonicynic]

"Your mileage may vary."

Crys is unknotting the hand-knit scarf from her neck with icy fingers. (Her back-up gloves just don't do the job like her favorite missing ones.)

She nods toward the two cowboys at her table -- one wearing a black hat, the other sporting a white Stetson.

"I can't do a thing with these two. But if I tried to leash 'em, at least one of them would shoot me."

[sardonicynic]

The Front Door slams open, driven by a fist of swirling, snow-flecked wind.

" -- so we're not getting hammered like Indiana or Chicago, but screw this snowy tornado."

The woman who steps across the threshold -- late twenties, short dark hair, saucy librarian glasses -- removes the Palm Pixi from her ear when she realizes she's lost signal. Stupid AT&T, stupid wind; if she didn't make Rough Pasted bedhead her signature look, she'd be even surlier, given the mussed state of her hair.

But, whatever. She may be running ten minutes late this morning -- ugh, Lexington traffic, particularly inbound Winchester Road -- but she has a venti Starbucks in hand, and that is half the battle on days like this.

Slipping her phone into the pocket of her gray wool trench, it takes her a moment to realize she's not standing in the stairwell of Kinkead Hall at the University of Kentucky.

Her expression brightens.

"Um, this is actually awesome."

[saphyria.livejournal.com]

"You're going to have to excuse me while I'm being jealous in your general direction," grins a stocky woman in business casual, with her frizzy hair in a messy bun - also with saucy librarian glasses. "There aren't any coffee places on the way in to the archive for me."

[sdelmonte]

Would that I could have time to doing Fourth Wall stuff. But I am here at work - no surprise, of course, but I would say conditions with the ice and rain and puddles and slow trains and impossible walks are actually worse than with most snowstorms. Though I hadn't heard of anything along the lines of major accidents or power outages yet, so this might count as just an inconvenience.

Just keep in mind that the Queensland region of Australia is facing a potential level 5 hurricane. All this snow and ice is not anywhere near as bad as that.

[saphyria.livejournal.com]

A woman in glasses and a business casual outfit, her curly brown hair semi-restrained in a bun, is trying to extricate herself from an extremely long, vari-colored scarf of hand-knit origin and timey-wimey inspiration.

"Halp."

[requiem2adream.livejournal.com]

"Dude, I want your scarf," Lauren says as she approaches to help untangle Saph from her scarf.

[requiem2adream.livejournal.com]

A dark haired and sleepy woman still in her cozy pyjamas with bright pink fluffy socks wanders in.

She brightens up when she sees where she is.

"Oh hey! Maybe this time I won't miss all the fun!"

[mm-spinelstar.livejournal.com]

No snow for me, yay! \o/ Though I was kind of hoping for some here.

I've never done this before! *excited* I'll tag back when I wake up. XD

...

A wide-eyed twenty-something (golden-brown hair, blue eyes, semi-tall) walks in, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt with "Soong Cybernetics" printed on the front, over a turtleneck.

She's listening to an iPod and singing along-- some might recognize the tune as "Dancing Through Life" from Wicked. But she stops as soon as she notices her new surroundings, popping the earphones out with a quick tup.

"Wow. This is... weird." She laughs almost a little nervously. She hopes she won't be ridiculously awkward. XD

[alchemistseraph]

"Dude! I adore the shirt!" Sage exclaims, a bright grin on her face with the earphones hanging around her neck making her look quite a picture. (Her own shirt says 'Party Like A Vulcan'. This could require some explanation.)

[spooky-lemur.livejournal.com]

"Okay...not the break room. Can I still get coffee here?" asks a tall, heavy set, middle aged guy in black and gray business casual. The waitrat who delivers doesn't even get a reaction. "Cool."

[saphyria.livejournal.com]

"I was wondering about the big blue drink at the top of the page, myself," says a mid-20s woman in business casual and librarian glasses.

What page she's referring to, however, is anyone's guess.

"Though it might be too early in the day for it, depending on what it turns out to be."

[rowanberries.livejournal.com]

Over in one corner, some kind of hologram flickers on and off periodically, dimming whenever the dark-haired girl turns to speak to someone not visible around her, or picks up a phone.

With a little patience, you might catch her at a moment when she's present!

(Bilocation is tricky, but Amy feels she may be getting the hang of it.)

[ceitfianna]

"Do you need something to help stabilize you? I don't know anything but I can make Sameth fix up something to work,"

A brunette with a to go coffee cup and a frown says.

Milliways Stitch N'Bitch over this way, yo. (Or, y'know, just conversation)

[withherhands]

A short, rotund woman walks in with bare feet, bed-mussed hair and jeans and a long-sleeved shirt liberally dusted with cat hair. She has a ball of yarn and the toe of a sock on circular knitting needles in one hand, her Sony eReader in the other.

"Oh thank God. I was going to go stir-crazy if the mall was closed too."

Re: Milliways Stitch N'Bitch over this way, yo. (Or, y'know, just conversation)

[helpful-squid.livejournal.com]

Ooh, tiny ancient technological devices of human manufacture!

"Prrrrt?"

[leeshajoy.livejournal.com]

An overweight, bespectacled woman in her late twenties shuffles in, clad in a bathrobe and slippers, red hair still wet from the shower.

She looks around and shrugs. "Eh, why not. I got called off work again, so I've got nothing else to do today."

[alchemistseraph]

"Isn't being called off work a good thing?" asks the woman with her glasses off, polishing them. (She's being shadowed by an equally curly-headed young man who gives the faint impression of a lost duckling.)

[crazyfurries.livejournal.com]

Outside is snow. Snow, snow, MORE snow, and it drifts like a bastard so we don't know how much fell.

Fourthwalling it now.

"Cffud fumbdif mfffmrr pmff?" Mumbles someone as she stomps off her boots, dressed in a silver snowmobile suit, and her face bundled so that only her eyes are showing out.

[leeshajoy.livejournal.com]

"Here." A mug of hot cocoa (with marshmallows, natch) is all but shoved into her hands. "You need this more than I do."

[minkhollow]

A twentysomething girl (curly brown hair; black hooded sweatshirt with a UFO on the front and a dorm name with the slogan 'it's not kosher, it's classified' on the back; jeans and flip-flops) walks in, carrying a plate of meat loaf. There's a boxer on her heels, who would be saying 'hey! you have food! you gonna share that with me?' if she could talk.
Eventually, the girl looks up from her progress and says, "...Well. This makes for a more interesting surprise day off than I was expecting."

[ceitfianna]

The door opens on a brunette in a bright blue sweater clutching a Starbucks along with her laptop,

"Oh, I'm glad to see this place."

Two fer one!

[gorgonfondness]

Or maybe three.

Two women, both brunettes but one definitely pudgier than the other, are sitting at a table. The pudgy one is wearing just jeans and a dark green tee-shirt with pigs on it, apparently advertising a barbecue restaurant. The thinner one is wearing a pink robe, shoes, and a hat. The thinner brunette has a baby on her side while the pudgy brunette is eating a ridiculously late breakfast.

"And this is a normal breakfast where you come from?" the thinner one says.

"Oh sure," the pudgy one replies between spoonfuls of cheese grits. "It's more common further southeast but it's not unheard of to have grits where I live."

"And what is that, exactly?"

"It's a cereal made of coarsely ground hominy, which is corn that's been hulled."

Aura's doing pretty good on that since she's not thinking all that much right now, having just woke up.

"And it's cooked as a porridge?" Mia asks her.

"Yep. And you can make it sweet or savory. Dad and Sis like theirs with sugar but I like mine with cheese and pepper."

Cepheus seems pretty interested in it for smushing-between-his-fingers purposes, babbling and reaching though his seat keeps him away.

The three are botherable. Even more so if you bring more breakfast.

[austen.livejournal.com]

Fifty degrees? And sunny? It may not be the best day for a post-work nap, but that's what the tall brunette who walks into the Bar is ready to seek out after several days of little sleep.

(Hence the oversized brown hoodie and pair of sweatpants with the name of her alma mater on them.)

"O-kay, strike that," she mutters, mostly to herself, and chooses to curl up in a comfy chair, long legs dangling over one armrest, and order a cup of coffee instead - blueberry, keeping with the theme of the flavor she'd made that morning.

[withherhands]

Karen looks over and grins, hands not missing a beat in their knitting. "Fancy meeting you here."

[weaverandom.livejournal.com]

I will note my alive-ness! My parents are in one of the worst-hit towns, but I spoke to them after the cyclone went through (and obviously before the phone towers dropped out) and they are both safe and well. There will be no power for at least a few days up there and no phone reception for probably longer, so I can't call them again to find out if they got back to their house and if their house is still there. Which is worrying. But I'll know in a few days, and meanwhile, I know that they're alive and safe.

I would fourth-wall it up but I appear to have missed that boat. Stupid timezones.