Reality Crisis

There was music. She could hear music ahead up ahead in the center of town, and she could feel the cold nipping at her nose and bare fingertips. She liked the pinch of it on her cheeks. This was weather she got on occasion in Pylea, and oddly those cold harsh nights were some of her more favorite because they didn’t hunt humans then. They weren’t easy nights, but they had been hers.

“Will you dance with me, Mr. Winchester?” She peeked up at him, smiling. Yes, Fred was in a damn good mood. She smiled up at her boyfriend. “Maybe they have hot cider or cocoa? Or elephant ears.” Yes, her mind did often times go straight to food.

“Didn’t get much of this in LA or Texas. Kind of fun.” She giggled, fingers tightening on his. She was bundled as best she could be; the clothes didn’t fit perfectly, but they allowed for layering. Part of her was more than excited to see how long it would take him to get her out of them. While she’d been getting ready, she actually had mumbled something about tootsie pops and licks to the center.

“Did y’all see a lot of snow?” She tugged at him almost like a kid who wanted to get somewhere faster. Almost.

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Piotr loved snow. It reminded him of growing up in Siberia. He had always loved it, even if it meant that he had to work in it. He loved the way that it made the house feel so small and cozy, he loved the feeling of walking out of a warm room into the cold. He loved how clean and new snow made everything look. He loved to play in it, too.

So when the first snow of the season came, and Piotr heard celebrating out in the streets, he didn't even think to bother with putting on the rest of his clothes. He ran outside wearing just the jeans he'd been lounging in.

"Kayta, come!" He called as he headed out the door, but didn't wait for her. His excitement was too great. At least there was one thing here that was like home. Better, it seemed, because all the people of die Festung were celebrating. He could really get to like this festival.

His bare feet crunched in the fresh fall, and he waded out through the revelers. His smile was huge and his laughter came very easily. Within moments, he found himself in a mini snowball war with a few kids.

Murphy carried her sword everywhere now, even though the burden of the title that she'd accepted weighed her down in some ways. The sword was necessary and as it was the only one of its kind in this world, she wasn't sure that there was anyone else to wield it. She still wasn't sure that she was the best person for the job and she still felt a little lost as to what her 'calling' was here.

She had a role to play and the sword had a role to play, she knew that much. But that didn't mean that she was certain of what those roles were.

Not that there had been much time to mull things over lately. When it wasn't library demons, it was mutants with far too much power, or spells that caused selective amnesia and brought new meaning to the term 'young at heart.'

It was even less often that they had something to celebrate. Murphy still wasn't sure that the cold front that had settled in over night was something to celebrate, but what did she know? She wandered through the streets, trying to find her bearings amidst the festivities. Whatever her feelings on the snow, it was nice to see children laughing and playing and it was nice to feel a lighter mood throughout the city.

John, having thankfully dodged the plague of immaturity that seemed to strike many of the humans in the town, had carefully resumed eating regularly and fully and taken to patrolling the edges of New Troy.

He was enjoying continuing the sparring with his sister, but found himself looking forward to seeing Aidan next, if the other vampire ever returned to New Troy. John was envious of his abilities on some level, but also he was glad to have somebody else who could relate to still being reluctant to fully embrace what seemed like a traditional outlook on vampirism. Somebody who didn't scoff at the other holding onto bits of humanity.

The former soldier looked towards the moon, wondering what Aidan's fighting techniques were. John was itching to go against somebody other than Pam, to see if he really was improving at all in his hand to hand techniques.

Mag had been having trouble sleeping lately, still trying to get adjusted to being in a new world, without all of the things she was used to, and Shiloh had been on her mind as well. She felt guilty leaving the young girl behind, but it wasn't like she had had much of a choice in the matter. She hadnt asked to come to this world, but she was grateful that she had, so she couldn't complain too much. So, instead of trying to relax and get to sleep, Mag was wide awake, peering through the window at the flurries of snow that were cascading onto the Earth, covering it in blankets of white. Everywhere there seemed to be festivities going on, children playing in the streets, all if the things people did when the snow fell.

It wasn't before too long that Mag was outside, enjoying the snow, trying to become part of the world she was now destined to live in. Slowly, she made her way over the snow, across the street, where a group of children were playing. She was wearing a black maxi dress, the boots she had come to this world in with a heel, and a black puffy jacket. She approached the children, whom were attempting to make a snowman, offering to help. "May I help you?" She asked them, and it was before too long they had the makings of a snowman in the works.

Mag was naturally matronly, though she had no children of her own, she loved children more than anything. They rolled the snow until the bottom part of the snowman was built, makeshift and lop-sided, but it was theirs, and soon they had a middle and then a top.

"Find some rocks, for the eyes, nose and mouth." Mag instructed one of the children, whom nodded and skipped away to find rocks. She waited patiently, listening to the soft laughter of other children, as well as music that wafted on the breeze from the square where they seemed to be having some kind of party. Mag was glad that the city was so active and festive.

One of the children came back with a hand full of rocks, and she passed them out to all of the children, teaching them to place them in the appropriate spots, creating the face of the snowman. One of the children handed Mag their hat, causing Mag to laugh as she placed the small hat ontop of the head of the snowman. Once it was done, Mag stepped back to look at it, satisfied. She sighed, and looked over her work, glad she had helped them.

"Thanks ma'am!" The children said, before they ran away excitedly. That warmed her heart. She loved helping children.