Wednesday DE: Good Morning Milliways!

[galen_erso]

 It's a beautiful sunrise, snow on the ground, the lake is frozen over. Some small predators are frolicking under the eaves of the wood, and somebody is offering coffee from out the kitchen door.

What does your character do?

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[fairy_fixit]

"Uggghhh the weather here is camelshit and the cold is double camelshit" - Amascut

If she is feeling helpul she'll clear a path through the snow by melting the silly white stuff.

Fairy Fixit doesn't get how the winter weather fairies tolerate the cold but she's glad its not her job to pluck leaves off of the trees and make sure snow falls in the right place. Still, it's nice to take some time to enjoy a freshly brewed coffee and watch the sun come over the horizon. Sunrises aren't as interesting on a tidally locked satellite like her home, but she has heard that watching the green and blue marble and its shifting clouds spin in the night sky from the surface of Zanaris is a very acceptable substitute.

[mogget_cat]

The white cat lurks motionlessly amid the drifts of snow at the edge of the leafless wood, waiting for his unsuspecting prey to wander too close. The frolicking creatures, delighting in their game, unwittingly edge closer and closer to his hiding spot, suspecting nothing. Until -

-with a great leap, he bowls into the grey one, sending them both tumbling - yowling in a tangle of fur and paws and ears - down a great snowbank and into the smaller drift at its base. Yrael bounds away, laughing, as Count seeks to quickly get to his paws and give chase.

[makes_the_toys]

"WOOOOooOOooOOOooOOOOooHOOOOOOooooOOOOoOOOOoOOOo!!!!"

Those screams are coming down the mountainside, and herald the approach of two speeding landcraft. Riding a pair of inner-tubes, and bundled up head to toe, Barry and Cisco come flying by, racing for the bottom of the hill.

There's no saying who the winner is, because the bottom is definitely not where they stop. Reaching the base of the chosen hill, each man's tube keeps going.

Zipping across the snow covered lawn, they hit a bump that throws them off the inner-tubes and up into the air. Coming back down, the duo land in a heap in a snowbank; laughing hysterically.

"Wanna go again?" Barry asks.

"Uh, Sh-yeah," Cisco replies.

In a whoosh Barry is gone with one of the tubes. Then the other vanishes in a blur, and finally Cisco finds himself rushed back to the top of the hill, inner-tube pushed into his grip.

"Ready?" Barry grins, standing on the edge of the run with his own tube.