Pahuuden Maa Event Catch All Log

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Who: You and everyone else
What: Exploring Pahuuden Maa, the newly expanded universe
When: Pre-dated Dec 15 - but all events in this thread happen Dec 21 - Jan 4
Where: Pahuuden Maa
Rating/Warnings: Please add approprite CW/TW labels to your threads if necessary when necessary
NOTES: Solstice Plot Dec 2020: Pahuuden Maa


Welcome to a new universe, everyone.

Please use this as a Catch All Log Event post for all your winter adventuring needs. You may use the link above to remember all the various things you can do in this new space. But below, we've listed a summary

1. Visit the Ice Palace

• The Ice Palace has gardens with ice and snow sculptures
• There is also the ice maze to have fun in.
• The Ballroom
• Fine dining

2. The outdoor ice rink

Spend a day skating the whole way around, there are skate rentals and food all the way around the rink.

3. Visit the Ski Lodge

• For skiing and snowshoeing
• Rent a room for a night or week, or whatever
• There's the dining room for a good warm meal
• The saunas
• The hotsprings

4. Explore the Mountains and Forests

• Go for a walk
• Take note of the unique plants (get high?)
• Take a picture of the unique animals
• Run into a wild Energy Burst

5. Visit the town

• Go shopping!
• Go for a sleigh ride
• Remember, there's a big trolley pulled by a team of reindeer that is essentially a bar on wheels
• Visit the reindeer stables
• Run into/capture some mischievous Energy Bursts

6. Generally marvel at the magic in this place

7. Have fun!

Comments

[not_as_i_do]

"It's hard-coded into our genetics," Martin shrugged. "Not that that's any excuse for someone to be overly lewd."

He reached into the cabinet and pulled out two wide, deep mugs, wiping them out with a damp paper towel to be sure there was no dust before filling them with soup. A baking sheet from under the counter made a servicable enough carrying tray. "I've got a box of crackers here, do you like crackers with your soup?"

[scotch_egg]

"Lewd." He repeated the word and made a face. "I'm fine with just soup, thanks." Wafers in soup just ended up with soggy wafers and who wanted those?

He regarded the man and offered a faint smirk.

"you'll make a very good house husband one day. Hope you find someone special."

[not_as_i_do]

It sounded so much less ridiculous in Alec's accent, somehow, fitting in nicely with the Scottish vowels, and Martin grinned involuntarily ... until that remark.

"House husband," he snorted, bringing the bowls over and holding them just out of Alec's reach for being a smartass. "Only if my hands ever fail me."

[scotch_egg]

He called Whitley's bluff. He doubted the doctor would let him go without eating and he wasn't about to move with his throbbing ankle either.

"Why? Find housework beneath you? Don't think you'd look good in a frilly apron?"

[not_as_i_do]

"More that anyone I'd choose to spend any extended amount of time living with would either be capable of taking care of themselves, or probably be thorny about it if circumstances proved otherwise. Anyone who expects to eternally be waited on hand and foot ... by me ... isn't my type. I have my own ways of taking care of people as my profession."

He sat down and held out Alec's soup. "If it occupied my entire private life as well, I'd burn right out.

[scotch_egg]

He knew he would get the soup and smirked a bit, tasting it. It was better without wafers to be honest.

"Damn shame. You make good soup." Which gave him plenty of ammunition for him to tease the man about it later. "What is your type? Other than hyper competent?"

[not_as_i_do]

"I studied long and hard to learn how to heat up cans over open flame," he said with a sage smirk. But Alec's question about his type takes him a little by surprise.

He takes a moment to stir his crackers into his soup - it's better than Alec would suspect - as he thinks about his answer. He's been a professional physician and made that his focus for so long that he hasn't really thought of A Type beyond 'attractive, available, and not looking for committment'.

"In general, or are we still talking about the purely hypothetical situation in which I'd spend the rest of my life with someone?"

[scotch_egg]

A snort of a laugh as he sipped his soup. There was a bit of celery in there which did not belong and he scowled at it-- For lack of anywhere to put it though he ate it and hated every minute.

"Whichever. Or I can guess." He looked Martin up and down. "Someone with a liking for sheep. Maybe Welsh? Possibly blonde. But you could be a snotty brunette type."

[not_as_i_do]

A Welsh, snotty brunette? Martin wondered if Alec knew what he was saying. He arched an eyebrow, a smile quirking at one corner of his mouth.

"Sheep? What on Earth is that even supposed to mean?"

[scotch_egg]

"I'm saying if we shaved your head we could knit a sweater out of it." A smirk.

[not_as_i_do]

He gave an exaggerated gasp of offense that quickly devolved into a chuckle. "Usually hairshirts come from the person's own hair, Alec, and I'm not a knitter. Besides, I already have this one." Martin pulled his thick beige sweater closer around himself and made a little show of burrowing into it. Despite its mysterious origins, he was growing extremely fond of the thing.

"Besides, they talked me into shaving for St. Baldrick's one year and I instantly regretted it. I don't have the headshape."

[scotch_egg]

"It suits you. Very vanilla." Another low-key insult, but not much of one. He would prefer vanilla to everything that had been happening-- not that he was likely to get it.

"Anyway you're better with hair. It... adds a bit of charm."

[not_as_i_do]

"Vanilla in its purest form can be very valuable, you know," he said with a smirk. "But thank you for the compliment. Not many people call me outright charming."

He had a bit of his soup to fill a little silence between them and looked out the window at the snow. It was coming down even steadier, now, and he was beginning to think he might have to talk Alec into camping on the couch.

[scotch_egg]

"You are. You have to know it. No, you have to. People like you with your smiles and easy ways--easy for you to get away with anything if you put your mind to it." Not that he thought Whitley would get up to anything terrible, but it was difficult to remain guarded around him.

[not_as_i_do]

"Anything, hm?" He chuckled softly. "You start saying things like that, I might have to pick up murder as a hobby just to see if you're right. Really, though, Alec, we're in the middle of nowhere. What's there to get away with save for - oh no - forcing some good hospitality on you? Perish the thought."

[scotch_egg]

"Don't even joke like that. I've had enough of murder." And he didn't want to imagine someone he knew doing something like that.

"And I don't know, but I'll realize it after you've done it, you shit." This was more of a joke than anything. The wind rattled the windows and he looked out and swallowed. "Let's hope you won't have to do it indefinitely."

[not_as_i_do]

"You have?" Martin frowned. "News to me... but you don't need to talk about anything you don't want to. And I won't joke about it again. I'm sorry, I - I didn't know."

It also meant he'd have to be very careful about what he shared, and how. He didn't think he, himself, was capable of what his memories were insinuating with increasing frequency, but ... he also wasn't sure if Alec would consider a divide between the memory and the man.

The joke gave him something to fall back on, though, and he raised his eyebrows over the rim of his soup mug. "I guess I've got some thinking to do on how to pass the time. Unless you've got any suggestions."

[scotch_egg]

His cousin was a demon. A murderer wasn't so much of a hop skip and jump-- but it did feel a little more personal as, well, Anthony was an idiot and Whitley wasn't.

"It's fine. It's fine. Don't fuss." He wasn't that wrung out about it, or at least he didn't want Whitley being gentle with him. As for what to do....Well it was a joke but also... There wasn't much in the way of entertainment.

"We could try cards?" Not that he knew many games but maybe he could BS it.

[not_as_i_do]

"There is a deck here somewhere, I saw it when I was putting things away. I can probably remember where it is by the time we've finished dinner. In the meanwhile," he said, before raising another spoonful of soup to his mouth, "reading any good books?"