let the storm rage on

[muscovy]

CHARACTERS: Muscovy and OPEN
LOCATION: Medbay, oxygen gardens, and the corridors/lifts leading from one to the other
WARNINGS: TBA if it comes up
SUMMARY: Muscovy has trained his manifestations. He didn't expect that this would get him haunted by snowstorms. Darn those powerful nightmare leaks.
NOTES: His snowstorms are relatively local and short but also recurring and strong.



I.

Perhaps you are in the medbay, or in the oxygen gardens, or somewhere in-between. Maybe you sit or stand or walk. Whatever you're doing there now is a snowstorm. Howling, tearing on your clothes, cold and biting into eyes and skin, dark and blindingly white at once, a terrifying force of nature, cutting you off completely from your surroundings.

II.

Ahead of you, or next to you, or behind you, you can suddenly hear and feel ...cold. Snow. A very local snowstorm is raging on all of a sudden, the diameter the greater the later into the month it is. Maybe it is moving at running speed down a corridor, or it hovers in the spot in which it started. It certainly is enough that the child at the center of it isn't visible until the storm abates as suddenly as it came, leaving behind
a Muscovy either trying to run from the storm or crouched down to wait it out, looking somewhere between panicked and sad.

III.

Something else - either put your own starter or PM/PP me and I'll customize a starter for you.

Comments

[muscovy]

A nod - he will have to try that again, if this happens again.

Not that he hopes that it does - he indeed hopes very dearly that it doesn't. The look in her eyes surprises him a bit, but pleases him as well - but now he will have at least an idea of what to do. "Why does it do that?"

[circumitus]

It's not often an emotion that she cares to express; she can't help but feel good-- both with the fact that the boy managed to succeed in stopping the snow, and that she had managed to help him do so. More often than not she can't get anything right, even when she tries so hard to do good. So it's a nice change of pace.

At his question, she just shrugs. "Don't know. Seems to be connected to whatever's been happening with our heads. Have dealt with similar issues, but not quite as..." She gestures with her good, five-fingered hand in the air, silently indicating the storm now gone.

[muscovy]

"...will it make me get more nosebleeds?"

It just happened and he couldn't do anything about it so it's not like he would worry about it tremendously if it is a possibility, but he'd really rather not have it happen because it was scary. Like catching a cold before you hear about the reasons.

"What kind of issues did you have?"

[circumitus]

She shakes her head. "Haven't had any nosebleeds since they stopped before the last jump."

When he asks what problems she had, her mouth forms into a tight, straight line.

"Um. Tried-- manifesting some clothes." (Maybe. She's being partially truthful, at least.) "They didn't hold together very well. Again, it wasn't quite as bad."

[muscovy]

"...Why were you naked?" He was under the impression that everyone on the ship had enough clothes, and she had been dressed when they talked before, too - at least he thinks that she was. So it can't be that she actually didn't have clothes.

[circumitus]

Rey just stares at Muscovy for a moment, nonplussed as to how he could've come to that assumption at first. And then she thinks about it some more.

Well then.

"Um, no. It wasn't like that." She pauses. "Don't like the standard jumpsuits here."

Too much material. Too much sleeves. Eugh.

[muscovy]

"I can knit you something new." It's what he did to survive for almost a year, knit things for people, and it is something that he likes to do besides. Aside from the activity being nice, it is good to see his hand's work help people (mark them as his friends, sometimes, but that is a different thing).

The only problem on the ship is coming by new wool or yarn, but he's working on that.

[circumitus]

"Knit?" She blinks as though the word is foreign to her, and then she shakes her head. "No, you don't need to do that. To be honest, been having more issues making food than anything else."

It's hard making new things you've always wanted to try when you don't know what they taste like. And as someone who's spent nearly a century deprived of that particular sense, it's actually an easy manifestation to mess up. Ever tried making an upside-down pineapple cake that tastes like cucumbers? You don't want to.