28 Red Letters

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora has finally decided to bite the bullet and go out into the snow. She figures it's probably going to be around for at least another month so she might as well do something, right?

Right.

So she's decided to try her hand at snow sculptures. Some might just make snow men. She got a little more creative with the idea. She's set herself up a fair distance away from the strange people under the light, not wanting to be disrespectful of whatever that's supposed to be. Humming softly to herself she puts the finishing touches on a shark heading straight for an unsuspecting snowman.]

((OOC: That's right, kids. Nora's making Calvin and Hobbes snowmen outside. COME JOIN HER! She, uh, may have put firecrackers in a few of them, too. So watch out for exploding snowmen.))

Comments

[eat_me_beat_me]

Oh fuck that. [she laughs] High school blows, anyway.

[delincuente]

The only thing I wouldn't want to go back for, pretty much.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Eh. I have worse things than that waiting for me. But High School is seriously pointless.

[delincuente]

[She isn't sure how to translate "worse things", and frowns.]

You aren't one of those people who's dead back on the other side, are you?

[eat_me_beat_me]

Nah. Not dead, just on jail. [She shrugs]

[delincuente]

Dude. That really sucks. What'd you do?

[eat_me_beat_me]

My boyfriend had this radio station and the school and the FCC didn't like what he was saying. They were trying to stop him from using his right to free speech. I helped him do his last broadcast and we were arrested.

[delincuente]

They arrest you for that? Touchy, much?

[eat_me_beat_me]

Yeah, well, they tried to pin some other stuff on him to make it worse. The whole thing was bullshit.

[delincuente]

Dude.

[She doesn't really have a lot to say, since this is a bit over her head.]

I hope you aren't in there long.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Thanks. Me, too. Being here isn't so bad in comparison, really.

[delincuente]

Huh. I guess that's one way to look at things. Stay positive, and stuff.

[She kicks at some snowman remains.]

I was stuck in a magic mirror back home before I got sucked into fake-Paris, but that's not as sucky as jail.

[eat_me_beat_me]

A magic mirror? How the fuck'd that happen?

[delincuente]

It was just sitting around in the basement. I mean, how the heck was I supposed to know it was magic? You don't just leave crap like that laying around.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Yeah, that is pretty weird. What, did you just look into and get stuck?

[delincuente]

Mm, something like that.

[eat_me_beat_me]

That's just fucking weird. [She laughs] We don't have anything like that back home except in the movies.

[delincuente]

At least not that you know of. I bet you most mortals where I'm from would say the same thing.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She cocks her head, quizzically]

Mortals?

[delincuente]

You know. Non-magic people.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Does that mean you're immortal? [Confused]

[delincuente]

[At which point mun enters headcanon mode, as this is unclear in canon.]

Not really. It's just a figure of speech, or something.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Oh okay, I get it. Sorry, I just don't really know much about the whole magic thing.