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❅ Jack Frost ❅ ([personal profile] floeing) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2024-10-07 02:05 pm

Catchall

Who: Jack Frost + various
When: October 5th-13th
Where: Solvunn, Nocwich
What: Exploring and bothering a bunch of people
Warnings: None for now.

My original plan was to make a general open log for shenanigans, but the welcome mingle beat me to it. Now Jack is there if you want regular Solvunn chilling (ha). If you want something different (like forest exploring) or in Nocwich, I'll gladly put up a top level for you. Hit me up at the cr meme, [plurk.com profile] buttercupss, or the game server.
spikyheaded: (44 ☁ that I'm miles from yesterday)

[personal profile] spikyheaded 2024-10-24 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[With the other things he's experienced in his own world, someone running colder than usual didn't seem like that big of a deal. Right now, he doesn't seem to catch on that it was a prank, far too concerned in keeping out of the goat's way earlier. If anything, Cloud's just glad for the help after the wild goat goose chase he's been on.]

Good thing we're giving him back then. When we're done with that, you won't have to see him again.

[Walking alongside the goat, he begins to feel it bumping its head against his hand, nipping at the tips of his fingers every few moments. He would pull his hand away, hoping it would stop, only for it to repeat the process within a few moments.]

Think it's holding something besides a grudge. [Cloud practically sounds done at this point.]
Edited 2024-10-24 17:47 (UTC)
spikyheaded: (46 ☁ 'til I see you again)

[personal profile] spikyheaded 2024-10-30 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[At this point, Cloud was close to swatting back at the goat as it nibbled and licked at his fingertips, but he holds back, clenching his hands into fists in hopes that it would stop. If it's not one thing, it's another.]

Couldn't it have waited until we got back?

[But he knows that Jack is probably right, and that the goat had probably expended most of its energy trying to get away from them earlier. Begrudgingly, Cloud goes off to a nearby homestead, gathering some hay from one of the townspeople in exchange for a future favor.

The goat perks up once he jogs back with a bundle of hay in hand, pulling at the rope to reach for it before it was even in neck's reach. Unfortunately for Cloud, it still continues to nip at his fingers as he places it on the ground for it to munch on.]


I take back what I said. This is probably as bad as the chickens. [Absolutely done with this goat.]