Missrecalled TDM 8

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Auradon

Oui Sports - Winter Edition

Sports are a great way to warm up on a cold day, but sadly all the outdoor sports Ben was ready to teach... Well none of them play so well in a foot plus of snow. And that foot plus was after getting help from those with magic who could melt some of it down for them. And when Mal was asked about winter sports on the Isle the answer was "It's more like... gang activity, than sports. And if someone broke their leg, we kinda laughed, so... Not really applicable here."

So they instead asked the Missrecalled to show off games and sports that can be played in deep snow. But the best games need more than one person, so maybe you need to find someone to play with?

Happy Little Cleaning Song

After so long with so many people all cramped into the school for so long that there was more than a little bit of mess. They could use a hand clearing everything up. Whistling while you work and a spoonful of sugar were both advised. But cleaning was always a better task with a buddy! And Team Work Makes The Dream Work, right?


The Isle

Gang Activities

What had once been a dank and dreary school in a mausoleum was now an icy dreary one. The ground outside was a mix of ice, muddy slush, and rocks. Neither fun nor pretty. But it was probably safer outside than in, and easier to be active dodging doomstones than skidding down the halls into broken lockers. But it was still frigid out. Perhaps some activity would help warm you up. But what? And whom with? Snowball fights might be a little extra dangerous, with all the muck mixed in and no place to go warm up. But maybe someone might be up for it anyway? Or stealing a doomstone to sled down the roof? What are you gonna do to stay warm?


Got No Chill?

Someone decided that there needed to be a fire to warm people up. Maybe that would have been a good idea, if the person who had started the fire had anything clue about fire safety. They - or maybe you! - had started the fire in one of the classrooms using broken desks for kindling. But the fire quickly spread to the other desks in the room and with so much paper detritus in the halls! Stop the fire, warn people, run away! Pick you poison but do it fast, the way this fire's spreading, this school might not last!

Comments

[no_shortcuts]

She laughed and signed back. Slower. Slower Amaya, I can't keep up. She chuckled. "Unless Jelly tart king dragon baby was really what you meant to say in which case you must have had some dream..."

Easy to laugh, to make jokes. Not because she failed to see her sister was hurting... but exactly because her sister was hurting. And she'd feel better if she could laugh as well. More relaxed. And more able to communicate what she wanted to communicate.

[the_aunt_general]

And it does earn a sniffly, silent chuckle, before Amaya takes a deep breath, then starts again, more slowly.

Not all of it wrong. So much has happened. You'd be so proud. Your boys, they've become true wonders. And I've missed you so much.

[no_shortcuts]

"How much could have happened?" she signed, speaking at the same time. The same words. "I have only been here in this odd place a day at most..."

[the_aunt_general]

She shook her head, her look falling.

Not for me. She signed, slowly. Here, sure, but back home...it's been years, Sarai. Look at my face. You can see it, right?

[no_shortcuts]

"I see it but... but it makes no sense. We were just..." her eyes widened. Something was clicking together, but she didn't like it. At all.

Her lips pursed as she warred with herself. Because she could talk to Amya about it and get a sense from her, get advice from her. But Amya was... could be... a lot more direct about certain things. And if they were wrong... she didn't want to falsely accuse anyone.

And if they were right... she didn't want Amya facing that alone.

"We need to get back then." She could investigate from there. And... if she was right... she wanted to talk to Harrow before she and Amya did anything.

[the_aunt_general]

She nodded. That made sense. That made excellent sense, and it meant her sister stayed alive and she would...oh, she would stab the absolute hell out of anything, anything that tried to take her away again.

No dragons, no people, no gods would manage that.

And so she stood up, wiping the last remnants of tears away, and gave her sister a thumbs' up.

Let's go, Amaya signed.

[no_shortcuts]

She nodded firmly. "Yes. Just one question. How?"

[the_aunt_general]

Well that she had little idea about, brows knitting in thought before she makes a gesture of punching a fist into another.

An eloquent, silent suggestion.

Find someone in charge, and...insist on information.

[no_shortcuts]

She chuckled. "Perhaps we should see if that is needed first. If it is, my spear can join your sword. But let's not start out being offensive by being on the offensive...."

[the_aunt_general]

She in turn rolled her eyes, theatrically. But nodded her agreement, even if this had to be fiction. But for the moment, just for now, she could pretend this was normal. She could pretend this was real. They were together again, and they would be just as unstoppable as they always had been.

Maybe, if she believed in it hard enough, it would turn out to be real. Maybe she wouldn't wake up from whatever dream this was.

[no_shortcuts]

"You don't have to be so serious," she signed, eyes gentle. She reached out to touch her sister's face gently, before she took her hand back to sign again. "Whatever happened to bring us here, whatever it will take to ensure we both get back home... We're here together now. And we'll figure this out, together. But even if the absolute worst happens? We're still here, together, now."