action, January 30th/31st

[candothat]

[Okay, but has everyone forgotten that there's snow outside and Anonymous is setting up all kinds of amazing things? Dogsled races! Dips in the ridiculously cold ocean among the icebergs! Free hot chocolate! Chekov, being his own boss, gives himself both days off on account of all of the misery accumulated throughout the rest of January. There's nothing like some bracing winter excitement to lift the spirits.

Shut up, he's Russian.

He makes the most of both days. Dogsled racing on the thirtieth? Yep, he's there, hanging on for dear life and trying to remember which words the dogs respond to. (He doesn't win, but he makes it across the finish line with no injuries that require hospitalization, so he considers himself victorious.) Polar bear swim on the thirty-first? Why not! Chekov is practically obligated to participate! His plan to outlast everyone else braving the icy ocean waters fails when an inability to feel his limbs complicates doggy-paddling, but it was fun while it lasted.

Chekov barely sets foot indoors. He can be found almost anywhere in the City, running or starting snowball fights or watching moonlight sparkle on the snow after the sun sets. It's two days of enjoying the City without worrying about disappointing anyone or dwelling on those who have left. Chekov thinks that he has earned it.]


[ooc: Open action for either day!]

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[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov's curious about the festivities too. When he gets to the beach, he sees Chekov in the water and simply shakes his head. They're Russian and all but.. damn.

He goes to get them both a cup of hot chocolate. The boy's going to need it after that cold dip. Then he rushes over to the shoreline to meet up with him]

Pavel!

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[candothat]

[True fact: being Russian does not, in fact, give one unnatural abilities to withstand cold and glacial waters. It might allow one to accept such things gracefully and to find nostalgia where others might find extreme discomfort, but that's it. As such, Chekov, wrapped in an Anonymous-provided towel and looking a bit more blue than is strictly healthy, is very pleased to see Raikov and a hot beverage.]

Ivan, hello! [The boy doesn't do any rushing of his own. His limbs aren't up for things that involve coordination, but he seems cheerful enough about it.] You have decided to not go for a swim?

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[majorcrotchgrab]

You'd have to pay me a large amount of money to even think about doing that.

[He hands Chekov one of the hot cocoas. The fact that he's so blue worries him a bit]

Here. I think you need it.

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[candothat]

It's bracing, Vanya.

[Oh, hot beverage. If Chekov could contort himself in such a way as to wrap himself around the hot chocolate he would.]

You are far too kind.

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[majorcrotchgrab]

I'm... sure.

[Oh... it's been a while since someone's called him that. Is that a blush or just the cold hitting his cheeks?]

And you're welcome. I have good timing.

[He takes a sip of his own drink]

You've got a pair of dry clothes to change in to, right?

[water_wine_wizard]

[Laruna's petting one of the sled dogs when he comes back around the finish line. She's not taken one out herself, but she's enjoying petting the animals.

When she spots Chekov, she gives him a smile and a wave before going over to say hi.]

[candothat]

[The most difficult part of sledding, Chekov has found, is stopping. The dogs are quite good at it, but the slight turn they take while stopping tilts the sled just enough to imperil Chekov's balance. Since the race is done and he isn't opposed to a face full of snow, he lets himself fall off. He waves back at Laruna while picking himself up and shaking snow out of his hair.]

Laruna! I forgot to thank you, I think, for the candle. [How does she feel about snowy hugs? Hopefully she doesn't mind, because she's getting one.]

[water_wine_wizard]

[Snowy hugs are just fine! She's got a warm jacket on and can push the water off of her. And he gets one back... though not snowy.]

Was it helpful?

[She brushes some snow out of his hair as she asks.]

[candothat]

I think that it was.

[No ghosts appeared, but it was oddly comforting. Also? He doesn't usually stand for things like having people brush snow out of his hair, but he likes Laruna, so he will suffer it gladly.]

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[gratefultogetaway]

[Hey there fellow Russian buddy!! Guess who's also out enjoying the frigid weather, and loving it!!

She's just gotten out from her polar bear swim, shivering just a bit but otherwise looking rather...refreshed? She's got a towel on, and she waves to him in the water.]

Pavel!!

You want me to grab you a towel for when you get out?

[She's totally going back in later. The cold is bracing, its awesome.]

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[candothat]

[He waves right back. His heritage, alas, has not made him immune to really cold water, but he has turned this polar bear swim into a competitive sport and is trying to outlast the other swimmers. He feels that it's his duty.]

Anya, hello! I would appreciate that, yes.

[The worst part of swimming in icy water is, of course, getting out. Somehow, the air always manages to feel colder than the water.]

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[gratefultogetaway]

Hang on, lemme get you one...it's always the worst getting out...

How long have you been in there for?

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[candothat]

Thank you.

Eh... long enough to be concerned about the welfare of my toes and fingers, I think.

Night time action?

[mightbeconcussed]

[ While Chekov has been being a snow king, Lucy has been making BFFs with her fireplace. She ventures out when Chekov doesn't come back to the apartment. She's got a heavy coat on, a beanie pulled down over her ears, gloves on her hands and uggs on her feet. It doesn't take much to find him. ]

Hey you. I decided if I never ventured out again, I wouldn't see you and I missed your face.

Oh, yes!

[candothat]

[Silly Lucy and her Southern ways.

Chekov isn't trying very hard to hide. At the moment, he's sitting on the edge of the fountain in the quiet square and being particularly contemplative and Russian. The mutt he inherited from Doc Brown, Everett, is sitting on a blanket on the ground. It should come as no surprise that the dog is wearing a puppy-parka.]

I knew you would come out eventually, or I would come in. [He gets up, dusts snow off of his pants, and hugs her. Everett just looks up at Lucy sadly, as if begging her to take him someplace warm.] And I missed your face more.

Re: Oh, yes!

[mightbeconcussed]

[ Lucy ruffles the dog's ears in greeting and sits down next to Chekov, scooting close to him. ]

Statistically, it was a good bet. I don't keep that much food in the house. [ She grins at him and nudges him with her shoulder a little. ] Also, I'd hate to see you miss my face too much. I can't let that affliction take hold.

[candothat]

[Everett's ears perk up but, when he realizes that Lucy is not here to take him home, he lays down on his blanket with a huff.]

You could call me. I would you bring you something. [He puts his arms around her. Ha, try to nudge him now!] The cure wouldn't be so bad. I would need to spend all of my time with you, I think.

action; I AM SORREH c:

[mortemscintilla]

[ To be fair, it's hard not to look like a walking bullseye. Especially in a bright orange parka. (Li has made the term Fashion Disaster into an art form.) In a fur-lined hood that shades half his face, clunky boots and shapeless gloves, he resembles an oversized kid trooping through the snow. A surfeit of winter sunrays beam down on him, turning the streets, white with a night's worth of fall, dazzlingly white. ]

[ Maybe that's why he doesn't see the stray snowball. Not until it's too late. ]

What the -- ?!

[ White powder bursts across his temple. His head whips around with an unnerving quickness, eyes narrowing out the culprit. ]

I'm not! ^^

[candothat]

["Piss Hei off" wasn't actually on Chekov's to-do list. Neither was "hit strangers with snowballs," but he had missed his intended victim by a long shot. For a kid with excellent hand-eye coordination, he's remarkably bad at throwing things.

Still, Hei looks ridiculous enough in his Li guise to keep the boy from feeling much in the way of regret. It's not like he hit an innocent bystander.]

Apologies, Li!

[He doesn't look that apologetic.]

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[mortemscintilla]

Try harder

[ Is Hei's answer, thrown terse and toneless through the flat line of his mouth. There's a dusting of snow around the furry halo of his hood, and pink irritations in his eyes. (It doesn't agree with him, the cold. He's a soldier trained and built for the tropics. He prefers the heat. Weapons are less easily concealed in summer clothes, for one.) ]

[ The sun on the snow is fearsomely bright. Pink and black spots dazzle and fade from his eyes as he logs Pavel's placement. He blinks once, twice, and by the third he's already made up his mind. ]

[ Good luck dodging this snowball. He scoops, rolls and tosses it in almost the same motion. ]

threadjacks like a jacker of threads

[anatural]

[Oh CRAP is Korra's first thought when she sees Chekov hit Hei with the snowball. (Well, no, her first thought was more like HAH! LOSER! But the expletive came soon after. Hei was unpredictable -- you could never tell when he'd be cool about something like that and when he'd completely lose his shit.

The moment she senses Hei move, she runs, ready to tackle Chekov to get him out of the way. Just in case it's something dangerous.]

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[sleepingstar]

[Pai is shivering out in the cold. She doesn't understand why Korra forced her to come watch the races. It's stupid and pointless.

(Somebody is, perhaps, a little sulky and tired. But when isn't she tired?)]

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[candothat]

[There are multiple dogsled races and Chekov is entering one of the later ones. As fun as it is, he doesn't want to tempt fate by jamming too much recklessness into a single day.

He sees Pai sometime after downing more hot chocolate than is healthy. Is she shivering? She's shivering. That's no good. Chekov makes his way over to her, shrugs off his outermost coat (he finds it best to wear two thinner coats rather than one heavy one when running around in the snow is going to be happening), and drapes it over Pai's shoulders.

Honestly, it's like no one takes care of the girl.]

You look very unhappy.

[sleepingstar]

[Pai's jacket had been plenty warm -- at least, as warm as she could get, being as slight as she is. But she's certainly not going to say no to Chekov's jacket.]

Being out in the cold like this is stupid. [Why be outside unless you absolutely have to? It makes no sense to Pai.]

[candothat]

[She's such a delicate tropical flower.]

Is someone forcing you to stay outdoors?