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EVENT : Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

Starting a week before Christmas and into the new year, snow will start to fall. Amazingly enough, the city of Itinere never truly becomes snowed in. The snow continues to fall, but it remains in pristine perfect condition on the ground and in the air. One might even call it a picturesque gift from those who allowed people into the city. If you were dreaming of a white Christmas, you got one. The city is even decked out in garland and lights and ribbons and bows. The town square has a massive Christmas Tree that towers over the city. Don't ask how many lights it took to decorate it, no one knows.

Tis the Season, Itinere.

As with most things in Itinere, there's always a darker side. What would be the fun in a straight forward snowfall effect, after all? Build a snowman. Take a sled ride. Slip and slide in the wintry goodness. Catch snowflakes on your tongue. Wait. Hold the presses. Anyone who ingests the snow in any way will find themselves anywhere from unable to tell a lie to completely unable to stop over-sharing on everything. The effectiveness of the snow will vary from person to person. The amount of time the person is infected will vary too. Our gift to you: the special snow.

ooc: The snow will stop falling and melt away by the end of January. As always, feel free to create your own adventures with this snow either in this post or make your own post in the IC comm. There is a plotting post HERE if you want to make use of it. Also, be sure to look at the post anyway for ooc information you need to know.

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Yep, there's one thirteen-year-old enjoying the snowfall while it lasts. She'd had some snow in District 12 while she was growing up, but it had never held the majesty that the snow here has, at least not after she grew up a bit. Understanding Panem's horrors meant that she had to really work to find the beauty in the few good things they had. Snow was one of them.

Right now she's dancing in the snow. There's a snow angel off to one side and a snowman to the other and you bet she's been eating some of it as it falls. So she might be a little more forthcoming than normal, which may or may not be a good thing. She is, however, very open to being interrupted and spoken to. So please do come bother her.

Claire hardly ever saw snow at all in Morganville, Texas. Much less, snow like this. She's out enjoying it and yes, even catching some on her tongue, when she sees the girl dancing in the snow. She smiles and waves as she jogs over to her, her feet crunching in the snow. When she looks back though, the footprints she left are slowly trying to right themselves to perfection. That's both very cool and disturbing.

"Hey. I'm Claire. I like the snowman." She tells her. "This is pretty cool, isn't it?"

The two of them have no idea what they're in for, do they?

"Hi! Thanks," Prim chirps as Claire approaches. "I'm Prim. It is. I've never seen anything like this. We had snow where I'm from, but nothing like this." Somehow this snow and all the decorations and the tree and whatever else is out there are all so different. It's charming. Enchanting. Prim feels enchanted.

"Did you make a snowman, too?"

They really don't. But it could prove entertaining all the same! In any case, Claire needs more friends and she's excited about the prospect of making a new one. That is, if Prim wants to be her friend. Claire had been bullied quite a bit at school and even in college.

"I didn't make one. Just enjoying watching other people make them." She offers honestly. "We didn't have snow at all in South Texas. There was the random snow once or twice. But it was more slush than actual snow."

Her eyes squint at the pristine bright white around them. "Have you noticed it's not piling up? That's weird, right?"

Prim definitely does and she is the best friend to ever make. Also one of the easiest.

She has no idea where or what South Texas is, but she'll take Claire's word for it. "We had snow in Twelve, but it's not like this. It did pile up." So yeah, that's weird.

"We should make a snowman together. It's more fun with someone else." If Claire wants to, that is.

"You want to? I mean... yeah that would be cool with me." Claire nodded, trying not to sound as giddy about the idea as she actually is. She'd always been a young person surrounded by older people so she had learned to act their age rather than her age. Sometimes she had to really work to just be herself.

"I'll gather some snow from over here." She moves a few feet away and bends in half to start shoveling snow toward Prim.

"Of course I do," Prim says with a warm smile, moving to help roll some snow into a large round bottom section. "I love making snowmen, but I haven't really gotten a chance to in a few years. Last year, I guess we could have. This year we definitely couldn't. There was too much going on."

She meets Claire partway, rolling the snow she has towards her new friend.

They pile up the snow together and just keep on going. The first ball of snow is supposed to be the largest according to all the pictures Claire has ever seen. It doesn't escape her notice that where she had just dragged snow from was already filling in to perfection. That's strange.

She casts that strangeness aside though to listen to Prim as she continues to pile snow on top of snow. "Busy life got in the way, huh? That happens." When was the last time Claire had had time for herself without some catastrophe or another getting in the way? She couldn't remember.

The snow is acting very strangely, that’s for sure. Prim’s trying not to think too hard about it. Instead, she focuses on making the bottom pile the biggest she possibly can while they talk.

“I guess so,” she says, finding it hard to lie, even about something as horrific as Panem. “It’s hard not to be busy with a rebellion and evacuating a whole district. When we resettled in Thirteen... we didn’t have a lot of time to ourselves.” But then again, Thirteen liked to micromanage, according to her mother.

Claire stops in her attempts, similar to Prim's, and watches her as she listens. "A Rebellion?" She asks. And she would say more but she leaves it at that because it seems important all by itself.

"It's... a long story," Prim says with a sigh. "The Capitol and the Districts weren't happy with each other. The Capitol had such a strong hold over the Districts. Anyone who acted out was punished. Starvation was common, at least in our District. Then Thirteen reappeared and it was... more like a war, I guess."

She realizes she's saying a bit more than she usually would and so she stops, frowning.

It did sound like it was a long story, much longer than what little Prim told her. But even with that little bit of information, Claire's features turn to something with hesitant distaste. "I have no idea what you're talking about with districts and thirteens and all that but the starving and punishment sounds terrible."

She cants her head to the side. "So you came here from a society at war?"

Prim nods, wanting to stop talking, but finding herself unable to. It's like the words keep tumbling out no matter what she does.

"Yes. The rebellion turned into war against the Capitol. I guess it was a matter of time and it's better to overthrow President Snow while we can... But I still don't like how many people are getting hurt."

Like Katniss. And Peeta. And their entire team.

Surprisingly, Effie is actually enjoying the snow, which is partially because she's properly attired in a large fur coat. You won't catch her making snow angels but she's happy about the lights and the never really gets dirty, so that pleases Effie as well.

She spotted Prim outside earlier, which is why she comes bearing two steaming cups of hot cocoa. "Prim?" Effie calls. "I brought you some cocoa. I thought it might help warm you up."

Effie can be pretty easy to please, too. But so can Prim and the hot chocolate is perfect. She smiles happily and accepts one of the cups with a murmured thanks. "I'm not too cold yet," she admits, "but cocoa is always a good thing when it's snowing. We never had a lot of that in Twelve or Thirteen." She shrugs. "Thirteen rationed everything, though."

Whoops she's probably going to be in full-on ramble mode. Welp.

"I suppose they couldn't find any other way to make Thirteen more miserable," Effie sniffs. Forever and always the most reluctant of all the rebels. "I remember your sister never had cocoa before she was a tribute. It's always been one of my favorites."

Don't worry Prim, the way the snowflakes keep landing in Effie's cocoa she's likely going to have some interesting things of her own to say.

Prim thinks they could have -- after all, she lived in one of the poorer Districts for most of her life -- but she wisely keeps this to herself. Thirteen might not be all that bad for her, but she knows it's a huge backslide for Effie.

"I think I can see why," Prim says with amusement. "I tried something called funnel cake during the festival and it was sweet like this." She'd liked it, but it wasn't something she could have a lot of. Taking a small sip of the cocoa now, she thinks this might be another one like that.

"Thirteen wasn't that bad compared to living in Twelve, but I don't think they would have kept anything sweet like this. They did have to ration a lot. I'm glad we don't have to do that here."

Oh well, so much for keeping things to herself.

"I do like sweets," Effie offers even though Prim didn't really ask. But she does, you know. In case Prim was wondering.

It would be hard to not outdo Thirteen on most areas, since as far as Effie's concerned the district is based on bleakness and conformity, neither of which she cares for. "You know, this place is beginning to grow on me." Sure, she'd been fussy about it first but her apartment is nice Effie doesn't have to really do anything that she doesn't want to do. So all in all, not so bad. "It has it's charms."

"I think you'd like the funnel cake, then," she says, thinking of how sweet and powdery that treat had been.

Effie would never have survived in any of the other Districts. She would never have been able to manage. Regardless, Prim is happy to have her here now. "It really isn't so bad. It's better than Twelve. I just wish Katniss, Peeta, and some of the others could be here, too."

[They end up at the barns. (As though there is any other place for them to be, in the middle of a blizzard.) Sean is working on gentling the more nervous thoroughbreds, and Puck watches him, waiting for her turn to gentle Sean. Thick woolen blankets are spread out in an empty stall across from the one which he occupies now, and an electric lantern balances on a post, casting an orangey pool of light on the rest of the things she'd snagged from their apartment before the snow had really begun to come down.

She'd taken one look at him and begun to pack for the next several days.

Now, Puck's fingertips brush against Sean's forearm and continue – up, up – until her palm is curling around his shoulder from behind. She wants to tell him to eat something; she's brought sliced white bread and butter along as a treat (even here, things like that still feel special) along with more sensible staples. Instead, she asks if he's ever ridden Corr in the snow. They didn't get a lot on Thisby, and what they did get, the rain usually washed away or froze within a day, but sometimes Puck feels so starved for stories about Sean – and Corr had been his one good thing for so long, that she figures it's okay.]

[ It wasn't as if he could leave the horses alone for that long. They'd be restless and hungry, needing water and the soft murmured conversation that's spoken more in horse than in man.

Any other girl would be jealous of the horses; they'd tell him he's being ridiculous. Of course, that's why he's not married to any other girl.

He bows his head at her touch, eyes closing, looking (likely) much like one of his horses when he lays his hands on them. He takes a deep breath at her question and shook his head. ] Never snow like this. [ But then she'd know that because they'd never gotten snow like this, not back home. The suggestion of a smile twitches one corner of his mouth. ] Once it was sleeting so hard his mane froze, my fingers tangled in it. He never flinched. I think he thought it was the ocean.

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