five kendamas [ dictated/action ]

[pocketmage]

[ Everything is cold and everything hurts.

Having to deal with the snow in Flanoir and the Ice Temple back in Tethe'alla wasn't so bad... because it was temporary. Also, the furniture was not suddenly all made of ice, and there were fireplaces and warmth and places to thaw off. So, where Genis would usually brave the cold in his normal outfit, he decided to bundle up.

A bit too much, apparently. He's taken to wandering with so many layers, the coat on top is bulky and he's having trouble even walking... pity he wanted to make it to the kitchen. Maybe he could cook something up? Or was everything in there utterly icy and useless too?

He's about to head down the stairs, when he slips, letting out a rather loud shout into the journal as he starts tumbling and rolling down the icy steps! ]

Aaahhh!

[ And lots of thudding could be heard as he rolled, having trouble stopping himself- his arms could barely move, cocooned as they were, and his fingers? Covered by two layers of mittens, as it were. ]

Ahh- ow- ah- GAH!

[ And he finds himself rolling into a hallway wall, finally coming to a stop. ]

... oww... ugh, this is the worst.

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Action~

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade's been wandering around, quite happy with the weather change and seems in a particularly good mood, only paused when the boy comes rolling down the stairs.]

I seem to have been attacked by a muffin.

ldfjkkjgf /still dying

[pocketmage]

[ He tries to roll onto his side to look up at the man, frowning up at him. ]

I'm not a muffin!

8D

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade leaned over the puff of warmth and smiled a bit.]

Oh, a talking muffin, then~

omg this just gets better and better

[pocketmage]

[ Okay so the frown just evolved into a glare. ]

I said I'm not a muffin! [ Wriggles on the floor uselessly a bit as he tries to sit up. :'< ]

dictated

[not_mafia]

G-genis-kun?! Are you alright?

dictated 4 lyf like muffins

[pocketmage]

[ There's a groan. ]

Tsuna?... oh, I'm just great. Rolling down a ton of stairs can do that to you. [ Sarcastic voice of the year award goes to??? ]

[not_mafia]

...rolling...? [how does one roll down stairs]

[pocketmage]

Everything got covered in ice. You didn't get the memo?

[ Also he's in like 5000 layers of warmth and cuddliness but that's totally irrelevant. ]

[protosshaze]

Genis, are you all right?

[pocketmage]

Ah- Sophie?

I'm- I'm fine! Hehe... nothing to worry about here! [ WAY TOO EMBARRASSING TO TELL HER THAT HE ROLLED DOWN SO MANY STAIRS, and that he's stuck on the floor in the hallway. ]

[protosshaze]

That's good. Did you see all the snow? It's very nice.

[pocketmage]

Yeah- there's a lot of snow!

[ He rolls uselessly about, attempting to sit up, as he talks. He might sound a little strained. ]

Do you like the snow?

dictated

[shrugs_a_lot]

... That must've hurt... Whatever it was.

dictated

[pocketmage]

[ Another groan. ]

Thankfully, it didn't hurt too much... but be careful with the stairs.

dictated

[shrugs_a_lot]

What about them?

dictated

[pocketmage]

They're all icy.

[persequor]

[ Unimpressed child-wolf duo is unimpressed. ]

That's because you're an idiot and over bundled.

[pocketmage]

[ /sob

He looks up at Arya, a little flustered by being called an idiot. ]

I'm not an idiot! I was making sure I wouldn't freeze to death!

[persequor]

By making sure you overheat to death? Yes. I can see how you're not an idiot.

[theabjectauthor]

OH! Heavens --

[Lemony's on his way out of the library with a book on igloos when he sees the bundle of clothing roll past. normally, when one sees a large amount of winter clothing moving on its own, one is bound to think that something strange and possibly whimsical has occurred, like in certain children's books. however, the sounds of distress coming from within the odd, quilted and knitted tumbleweed make it quite plain that that is certainly NOT what is occurring here. he tucks the book away in the messenger bag over his shoulder, and hurries after]

Are you alright?

[pocketmage]

[ Genis, still rolling, lets out a pained squeak as he keeps tumbling down the stairs. He hears the stranger calling after him, and in a strained voice, he calls back: ]

Not- not really!... ow- ouch!

[ he groans as he keeps tumbling, the stairs way too slippery to let him stop halfway. ]

[theabjectauthor]

Oh dear. Hold on, I'll -- I have an idea!

[and he slip-slides his way toward the elevator. as it descends, he takes off his coat, and once it reaches the next floor he sliiiiides toward the stairs and spreads the coat at the bottom.

there. less traction, more stopping, hopefully?]

[silentrunning]

[Chell's been ...trying to avoid the stairs... But she happens to be nearby, and leans down to try to offer Genis a hand and a concerned face.]

[pocketmage]

[ Genis looks up, trying to stretch his own arm to her- but he's so heavily bundled up that it's difficult to even move. ]

Uh- hi, Chell...

[silentrunning]

[Chell can't help herself. She starts chuckling... well, almost silently but Genis'd see the grin on her face as she reaches down, catches both his hands and does her best to haul him to his feet without falling flat of her rear or worse.

When he's on his feet again, she offers him a wry, but still concerned look before writing him a message...]

Are you all right?