[test] THIS WEATHER IS RIDICULOUS

[espigeonage]

Random scenario test drive meme. Some prompts:
> Ah god it's so hot and muggy how awful!
> The worst thing about summer cold snaps: you don't usually have your windbreaker handy because it's been so damn hot.
> The wind is perverse and trying to steal your things and/or crash stuff into you.
> It's raining wet vermy-things, as if the hail and possible storm wasn't bad enough. Now you have rain-echoes to deal with, at best.
> A nice day? I guess those exist?

So where are you?
> Caught way out in the open! At the beach, in the steet, at a fair, anywhere.
> Taking shelter! Bus stop, club you wouldn't normally frequent, bridge underpass, any port in a storm, any shade from the deathsun.
> In the mall or somewhere comfortably out of the elements, you lucky sunuvanek.
> Somewhere... else? idk, do what you want!

Have at thee!

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[crymoore]

Afraid there's no work left for the volunteers, Arthas.

[ Teasingly adding on: ] You've monopolized the only task left and you seem to be holding onto it for dear life.

[northrend]

Well I guess that is rather selfish of me, isn't it?

[His smile is slightly apologetic as he turns to face her more readily, reaching up to push some blonde hair out of his eyes.]

I wouldn't mind a bit of company. The people coming in never stay long to chat, considering where I've stationed myself. But if you would prefer, I will leave the task to you for a bit.

[crymoore]

I'll stay nearby if you will have me.

[ Not that it needs to be said: she knows he will. Still, there's the illusion of giving him a choice of sending her away all while she looks towards another group passing by. ]

It isn't difficult at all for you to change a man's mind on his beliefs, is it?

[northrend]

I would be honored.

[He makes a face, a little embarrassed.]

I don't know if I would go that far, Miss Proudmoore.

[crymoore]

It is the truth, isn't it?

[ Showering him with praise is something she's come to enjoy if only for that look. ]

I could point a man out and dare you. Within minutes they would be knelt at the altar all thanks to you.

[northrend]

Hardly!

[A blush creeps into his cheeks and he looks uncomfortable. Receiving compliments is not his strong suit.]

Jaina.

[crymoore]

[ As if she's any better with giving them. Now she thinks she's said something awkward as she looks away. ]

Arthas.

[northrend]

It has nothing to do with me.

[He's insistant on that point and rolls his shoulders uncomfortably, only to notice she's looked away, causing him to raise an eyebrow. For all the years they've been friends, he will never understand her.]

...you do not have to stand in the rain if you don't wish to, Jaina.