specialist_snowflake: (Smile?)
Winter Schnee ([personal profile] specialist_snowflake) wrote in [community profile] genessia2017-12-02 06:03 pm

[Video] + [Action Catch-All]

[A woman with long, wavy white hair appears. It...kind of looks like Winter? But it can't be. For one thing, she's smiling. For another, that's definitely a smudge of dirt on her left cheek. She's got the same poise, though.]

Good evening.

[And the same voice. Mostly. This lady sounds a great deal warmer.]

Some of you may have noticed some...abnormalities of late. Given that the city experiences these things now and then, and that the circumstances are far beyond anyone's control, I wish my recruits to know that this week of training has been pushed back to a later date. Once things are back to normal, we'll resume.

[Her smile softens.]

You've all worked hard and endured a great deal. You've certainly earned the time off.

[She gives her head a faint shake to toss back the wave of snowy hair that keeps drifting over her right eye.]

For that matter, I think I deserve a little time off as well. It's been a long time since I've stretched my legs, and there are many of you I'd like to spend some time with getting to know better, if we're going to become better friends. Contact me, if I haven't managed to get hold of you first.

[She reaches for the 'end feed' button, but hesitates abruptly.]

--Oh, one last thing. Whoever sent the little green plants? I loved them. The gesture was very kind, and I hope your week gets better.

[Winter (???) winks, and ends the feed.]

[OOC: Winter for the duration of the event.]
vulcanyounot: (cutie)

[personal profile] vulcanyounot 2018-01-26 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't help but grin at the playful tone in her voice. It doesn't take him long to get the fire going, and when he turns around he is pleasantly surprised to see the spot she's taken on the couch - looks like she's looking to get a little cozy. He's down for that. He takes a seat on the right side of the couch, leaving a small gap between them lest he sends her a bad signal. He's angled towards her though so that their legs are very nearly touching, but just not. Even raised as a human he's aware of how touch can affect him. If that's going to happen he's going to know that she wants it.

He takes the glass delicately from her, mulling it over.]


How about... to chance encounters? May they always be full of such pleasant surprises.

[The glass is still held out to see if she wants to propose a different toast, add on to his, or simply agree.]