UGLY SWETTER CONTESt

[westfallcorndog]

Harrowheart has fashioned himself some kind of lumpy snow chair, where he sits next to a sign of questionable literacy and gets busy smoking a cigarette. One of many, judging by the number of butts in the snow near his armrest. His phone sits on his lap playing various holiday songs from worlds across the multiverse. If the mixup is to be trusted, there are a lot of worlds listening to Mariah Carey.

In dripping red paint the sign behind him reads 'UGLY SWETTER CONTEST'.

Does that explain why he's dressed in a gaudy red-and-green sweater with a misshapen reindeer sewn to the front? Maybe, but you never know with him and fashion. When he moves, the googly eyes on the poor deer's face jiggle and its pom-pom nose flops sadly. Along one arm someone has embroidered 'HAVE A HAPPY,' and on the opposite, 'WINTERVEIL.'

He watches people pass and now again decides to explain, "Where I come from, when it's Winterveil – which it is right now – folks got this tradition of wearin' ugly sweaters and singin' songs. I probably ain't goin' home this Winterveil, but I kinda miss seein' that, y'know? So I got a proposition for ya: Show me your ugliest sweater, and I'll give you somethin' to make it worth your while. Deal?"

((This is a real contest with real art prizes! Be sure to check the OOC thread for details and to lodge your official entry. In this thread, remember to provide a link to an image of your ugly sweater! Images are necessary, text won't cut it. You may participate IC with as many characters as you want, but only one character of your choosing may be your official entry. RP in this thread is not time-sensitive, but entrance and voting is. Enter by December 28th!

In this thread all of you are encouraged to go around making fun of each other's sweaters and generally sharing some holiday reverie. Exchange gifts, drink, talk about your characters' worlds' holidays, do whatever you degenerates do when given free reign to roleplay.))

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[westfallcorndog]

Harrow grins at her confirmation. "I went to England, once! London. My friends have a home there, and they took me to sort out some business. I got to look out over a balcony, and –" Oh, he has to stop a moment. He cups his cheek as he laughs.

"It was amazing! Like nothin' I've seen before. Nothin' but humans everywhere, and all sortsa strange smells and sights. Have you ever been? Isn't it great?"

[withoutathorn]

"I lived there, actually," Katherine replies. "It was amazing."

She's remembering all the fun times she had with her ladies-in-waiting. It was nice, Katherine thinks, to have her friends attend to her as queen.

(She's also trying very hard not to think about the bad memories. Very hard.)

"When did you visit?"

[westfallcorndog]

Harrow's eyes go up as he thinks. "The start of this year?" It's a half-confident guess. "I think the year there was, uh... Two thousand and fifteen? Sixteen? I don't know, y'all and your Earth calendar. Back on my world we reset our calendar a couple'a years before I was born, so I don't gotta think about more than double digits."

He looks Katherine up and down thoughtfully. "One English person I know is a dancer, and two are mages. What is it you do?"

[withoutathorn]

She looks at him, a little confused until she remembers that some people are here from the future, and others from the past. How odd! Katherine thinks she may never get used to it.

"I," she begins, trying to sound as proper and queen-like as possible, "was queen."

She doesn't need to tell him that it was only for about two years, or the rest of her sad story.

[westfallcorndog]

Harrowheart inhales a quick, sharp breath when she says she was a queen. Could she be lying? Of course she could. But she could also be telling the truth, in which case he'd do better to take her at her word. He doesn't have time to consciously go through those thoughts, but he comes to the same conclusion: He ought to show her due respect.

He lowers his head and opens his mouth, but finds he's quickly at a loss for words. A queen! He has no great respect for the upperclass, but he can't deny royalty.

"I – I didn't realize," he stumbles. "I woulda – I would have – dressed nicer. More nicely? My lady, I'm sorry for being so casual. I feel so disrespectful..."

[withoutathorn]

She smiles benevolently at him. Like a queen would.

"Oh, no, it's all right," she says, and that familiar little Katherine grin appears again on her face. "I'm not queen here, am I? So you can behave however you wish."

Though, secretly? She appreciates his sort-of groveling.