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[theextras]

The snow has gone from a winter storm to something truly impressive. Ground-level doors are nearly buried in it; windows reveal walls of solid white pressing against the glass. Chimneys have iced over, and cars are buried in deep drifts.

The trams stopped running two days ago, with polite notes reading Temporarily Out of Service - We Apologize for Any Inconvenience affixed to the frozen doors.

Taxon is very quiet.

The Extras huddle indoors, and the streets are long white swathes of virgin snow. No car horns, no hum of traffic. The river is iced as well, and the edges of the shore boast chunks of white ice floating in the black water.

Near the Sanctuary, a water main has burst in the night, and the day's slight increase in temperature thawed it enough to erupt and flood a street. The buildings of that street are hung with sheets of icicles, gleaming like someone's idea of a Christmas decoration taken beyond all reason.

The wind blows from the north, and skirls the snow into further drifts and piles. If you listen-- if you listen very carefully-- you can hear the sound of voices on the wind, and howls that cut as keenly as the Arctic wind.

If you must go outside, Taxonians, breathe slowly and carefully-- for an incautious breath can freeze the very lining of your throat.

And at night...? Well, tonight the howls become more than distantly-imagined sounds: tonight, white shapes stalk Taxon's white streets-- wolves the size of ponies, whose eyes flicker with blue fire and who are hungry for warm meat.

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[location: bagoas' house]

[aintnoconvict]

So when the storm set in Glitch did something ridiculous: abandoned his house in favor of his shop. There was a generator there, and materials, and Selina was nice enough to deliver supplies but it has gotten to the point where he can't ask any longer. Plus he's learned from Bagoas of some frozen pipe issues, so it's high time he tests out what he's been working on.

He outfits himself in a boilersuit modified with extra insulation and integrated gloves (one of three he's modified), a scarf, hat, hood, boots, and goggles and sets out from the shop's loading bay with a pair of snowshoes and ski poles created from odds and ends. Tethered to his waist is a sled carefully loaded with the other two suits, another pair of goggles, another snowshoe set, his small satchel of tools, a couple changes of clothes, and a thermos which he very optimistically thinks will still have warm tea in it when he gets there.

Which he eventually does, and is quite thankfully his dear friend's door is well above street level. Knock knock, abominable snow-Glitch here.

[thepersianyouth]

There's a flash of movement in the kitchen window. Then another flash, in what Glitch will recognize as the study. Then, finally, the near unmistakable sounds of someone attempting to unlock the front door.

Yes. Attempting. Damn things expanding and getting jammed and metal bits not wanting to tuuuuuurrrrrrrrnnnnnnn.

There's a thump from the other side of the door, something slamming into it. The lock clicks, and another slam of a sound as it's pulled back.

"Just a moment!"

... ... ... rattle rattle

...rattle.

clik! The door opens, revealing a thoroughly bundled-up eunuch, triumphant and proud of his door-opening skills.

"Glitch! Is that really you?!"

[aintnoconvict]

While all this activity is going on Glitch sets about unstrapping his goods from the sled and freeing his boots from the snow shoes. Once that's done he gives the door a couple rattles himself but Bagoas has it well in hand.

"Somewhere in here, yes," comes the very muffled reply as he steps inside. The various protective layers around his face are removed (and a copious amount of snow ends up on the foyer floor, sorry), finally revealing rosy cheeks, a relieved smile...and a good three days worth of stubble.

"Gods it's good to see you, sorry about the mess..and my deplorable fashion sense."

Yeah the whole ensenble's an exercise in function over form.

[thepersianyouth]

Bubbling whuffs of chortling giggles come dancing up Bagoas' chest as he looks his beau over. He shakes his head, clicking his tongue against the back of his front teeth. "Fashion sense, pah!"

And, yes, no, wait-- No, he can't keep himself from bringing both hands to Glitch's dimpled cheeks for a skritching. And a firm, lingering smooch, for good measure.

"Sorry. Can't help myself. Come in, come in, bring your things and never mind the mess. It's just snow."

And biting, icy cold and he can't quite take in the fact Glitch braved it all to come here. Here, to him.

[aintnoconvict]

Neither rain nor sleet nor supernatually improbable snow will keep him away for long, Bags, espcially if there is possible inconvenience danger afoot.

Oooh skritching, he smiles at that and into the kiss, which he returns with no small enthusiasm. It's hardly the first time they've gone days without seeing each other and the tablet conversations have been nice but...touch is good. Isolation is bad. That nasty cold is worse.

"Me either, no need to appologize," he replies, sneaks on more peck, then firmly closes the door. "Brrr. All right, let me try and get out of this hideous thing and show you what I've brought."

Partly out of said hideous thing, the gloves and boots need to go at least. The kitchen's probably the best place for that, so he hefts his pack and heads in that direction.