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]

"The fuckin' Horde!" is his immediate and passionate reply to the question of wars. This guys got Opinions. Regrettable opinions, if the way he rubs his temple and pulls an uncomfortable face is any indication. He shakes his head and croakily admits, "Shoot, I didn't mean to say it like that. It's just... I know we'd be one unified world if the Horde stopped tryin' to steal everyone's land. But I... Also know..." He rolls his eyes and bites his inner lip before he finds it in himself to continue. "I know I gotta stop thinkin' like that this time, 'cause there's somethin' real bad goin' on at home and we gotta learn to work with 'em if we're gonna make it through in one piece."

Time for a subject change? He seems to think so. He pulls out his phone and positions himself so that she can see the screen. Even if he is an undead creature from a magical world he's been in the Nexus long enough to know about the wonders of the Internet. He searches for 'Metrapolis,' which is quickly auto-corrected. There are many pictures of the city, which he shows to her to confirm.

"It's like New York City! Everyone used to tell me about that place. I used to wanna go real bad, but I don't think it's ever gonna happen. I really wanna see America. It's where everything cool comes from. Movies... Food... Texas..."

He looks up from his phone and asks, "What's your Earth like? Is it the kind without magic?"

[hisideal]

"Oh dear," is Hope's immediate response with wide eyes. Of course he should have a strong opinion on what is going on in his world and she certainly doesn't fault him for that, it just surprise her. "It's easy to understand how you would feel that way, I am sure if I asked someone else they would have a strong opinion pro-Horde." It's an attempt to try and make him feel a little bit better about the outburst.

When he pulls out his phone Hope leans forward slightly out of habit to see what he's typing in and that inspires a grin from her. "Why don't you think you'll ever get to see America? It's a beautiful place, so diverse and so, so big, I fly from one side to another sometimes when I'm not too busy."

Hope rocks back and forth on her heels, considering the question. "We have some magic, it's very, very rare though. Mostly we have super heroes and super villains."

[westfallcorndog]

Harrow shrugs one shoulder and pulls a face. "I figure I won't get to see it 'cause there ain't too many Earths where wanderin' around as a dead guy's somethin' normal that happens. I mean, I know of one, and that world's all destroyed now, so it ain't exactly the experience I was hopin' for."

He stops to reconsider something she's said, then asks, "Super heroes and super villains? I don't think I know anyone from a world like that. ...Are you one of 'em, then?"

[hisideal]

"Well you could just," Hope's eyes narrow slightly in thought and then she beams. "Just dress up a little, some make up, a pair of sunglasses and no one would be able to tell you're dead! People get away with less work in their disguises all the time."

LOOKIN' AT YOU KENT.

It shouldn't surprise her, that he isn't aware of a world full of super heroes, but it kind of does. That surprise is followed by a rather bashful, almost embarrassed look, gaze dropping, cheeks coloring. "I help when and where I can. There are so many more people... You've never heard of Superman, or The Flash? Batman?"