[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!

Comments

[erythristic]

In that case, please stay inside. It'd be a bother to have to track you down after you blew away.

[She'll be there shortly.]

[circumsutus]

I'd be so hard to find. [Stein is like, six-foot-three.]

[erythristic]

[he's a giant]

Practically invisible. Bricks in your pockets ought to prevent it.

[circumsutus]

[yep]

My pockets aren't quite big enough for that.

[erythristic]

I'll try to think of a better solution by the time I arrive.

[circumsutus]

I'm sure you will.

[erythristic]

[do you know how close she came to bringing gravel to put in your pockets to weigh you down

not that close actually, it was just a passing thought.

Also, being really tall makes it ridiculously easy to look for you once inside, which means that she just waves and smiles to catch his eye. Hello, she is here to whisk you away, et cetera, et cetera.]

[circumsutus]

[He glances up from his clipboard and waves. Give him thirty seconds to finish double checking this and he'll be ready to leave.]

[erythristic]

[She'll wait. No worry about that. Gives the wind more time to die down, anyway.]

[circumsutus]

[A few more moments of straightening up paperwork, and then he pulls on his jacket.]

Ready?

[erythristic]

I've been ready.

[She says it lightly-not so much impatient as just a fact. Irene straightens up and turns to the door, pausing when she gets there to make sure he's caught up.]

[circumsutus]

[He reaches over her and pushes the door open, forcing it against a gust of wind that threatens to blow it closed.]

[erythristic]

Fantastic.

[She sighs and ducks out before the wind has its way with the door. As an afterthought, she tucks her hair under the collar of her coat. It'll prevent it from flying everywhere-that's best saved for hair commercials and standing on the edges of cliffs.]

[circumsutus]

[Oh but watching her try to manage her shampoo commercial hair is always amusing.]

It should clear up by tomorrow.

[erythristic]

[One day she will make you wear a long wig so you can understand her suffering for beauty.]

It better. Come on, before you blow away.

[circumsutus]

Oh, I'll blow away?

[erythristic]

As the result of not weighing yourself down properly, yes.

[She's not going to blow away don't be silly. Too stubborn for that.]

[circumsutus]

The lightness in my soul will make me float up off the ground like a balloon.

[Of course, he used his most deadpan voice.]

[erythristic]

[She's trying to stay serious about this whole conversation. Trying.

And she fails miserably in the form of cracking up laughing at his words in that tone of voice.]