Snowstorms and matchmaking: An early Valentine's post

[shardofwinter]

Winter in the Nexus has been especially present this year. The weather has presented plenty of hardships for the past few months, something which numerous people have bemoaned. It doesn't look set to change, either. If anything, Winter seems to be going stronger than ever. There are no signs of it winding down at all.

Everything seems normal at first, the usual hustle and bustle has the Nexus thrumming now that people have adapted to the cold conditions. Then, rather suddenly, everything kicks into gear. The wind starts to howl, battering people to and fro. Not long after that, the sky becomes thick with snow, making it nearly impossible to see, the biting cold driving people back inside. It soon becomes completely inhospitable to all wandering around outside.

In the hurry to get out of the storm, people end up scurrying to the nearest available shelter. Apartment lobbies, houses, cafés, shops, restaurants, the library... Anywhere and everywhere that offers some shelter. Peculiarly, people seem to end up in pairs as they hide away from the cold. Looks like everyone is going to have to huddle close together. For... warmth... We'll say it's for warmth.

((This is entirely an excuse to shove characters together and force them to spend time with each other. Feel free to have as many threads as you like, trying as many combinations as you like, where ever you like. Brave souls can try and berate Reynard if they really want to.))

Comments

[makeachoice]

"Another man's trash is another man's treasure, right?" Not to say what he has is literal garbage. He wouldn't go around with an old sock and have high expectations to get something good. "Besides, it's like a beta test."

[brave_heart_verity]

"True, but you call that 'old junk' an antique or vintage, and you can charge more. People are easily influenced by your choice of words. Language is... tricky and imprecise." He looks hipster enough to understand the crazy markups shopping at the curated vintage shop instead of rooting through the Salvation Army himself.

[makeachoice]

"Verity." A pause. "You're a genius, you know that? Literally a genius." Maybe he shouldn't loudly profess that he's trying to sell junk. He's trying to sell vintage treasures. That works.

[brave_heart_verity]

She laughs, but isn't shaking her head at the compliment this time. Progress? "I'm just happy to help."

Oh, look at that, fresh hot chocolate for both of them, liberally libated.

"Want to practice your pitch on me, while we're here?"

[makeachoice]

Hot chocolate first, words after. All he offers is an arched brow at her suggestion before taking a long sip. The warmth is happily welcomes, and the unexpected tang of alcohol is an added bonus.

"Seriously?" He finally asks.

[brave_heart_verity]

The hot chocolate is easily the star of the show today. Or at least the next five minutes. In the Parisian style, it's melted chocolate with just enough milk and wine added to make it drinkable.

She gives a little shrug along with her nod. "Why not? Looks like we've got plenty of time to fill."