#bb!hotspring

[shyasachurchmouse]

I'm glad the storm is finally over... I feel bad for the girl who lost her father though... Losing a parents is hard and I hope she'll have enough people around to support her...

I want to stay in town to help with the people who were rescued and the man who was badly injured, but...I'm not fully qualified. Maybe I should just go back to Alvarna now

[ride-em-up]

Ice Cold ||Georgia+Cam

Sitting with a blanket around her, Georgia stared at her phone.

!! Unable to send. Try again?

The words had been taunting her for the last two hours, and her phone was on the last bit of life it had. Why did the storm have to hit while she was away? Couldn't it have waited until she knew where everyone was?

With all the talk of the people being swept away, and one man already dead, well...she was scared, to say the least. Had the storm hit Bluebell? Her dad must have heard the news and was worried about her...what if he left the shop to come grab her and take her home...?

All those questions and thoughts floated around in her mind, causing her to shake both from an unknown chill, and fear. Her vision was starting to get blurry and she couldn't quite tell what the source was from. Why couldn't she read her phone? Something else that was horrible must have been happening.

A drop of water fell onto her screen and she looked up. No leak. She touched her cheek and blinked for a moment. 

"...Oh." she muttered to herself. Tears. Oh, she was crying. In public. Wonderful, that was just...wonderful. 

[bokumonoblogging]

Event Ends March 8th!

Let's focus on those threads and branching out to other members (liveblogging or otherwise), shall we? The best way to get voted in for Member of the Month will be showing off how active you were until the final day~! ;)

Quick Information

Current Event Posts

[fruitsteaandart]

Did you hear on the news? Someone actually died thanks to the blizzard in Castanet. They've finally released his name. There's two more victims left and no clue what their current stability is though...

Oh. Oh no...

[eattehflowers]

[ Message sent via Snapchat ] [SMS]I don't think I ever want to take a bath ever again. [SMS]I thought I heard some screaming, Is everyone okay? I'd go out and look but. . . [SMS]Sheesh there's no one here but I can't seem to find it. [SMS]R.I.P. Me.

[bokumonoblogging]

Quick Information:

People have been wondering how much time is passing by in the Hotspring Festival, so here's some clarity!

Everyone arrived to the Hotspring Festival the first day anywhere before 10pm. The blizzard hit somewhere between 10pm and midnight, causing an avalanche at some point. Everyone that's stuck in the mine after the fact will be stuck there until... Let's say the second day around 8pm. Almost a full 24 hours being trapped there! The event lasts until March 8th in REAL TIME, so you can still make starters for PRE-AVALANCHE and POST-AVALANCHE.

Here are some tags for you:

#BokumonoOpen

#BB!Hotspring

#BB!POSTAvalanche

#BB!PREAvalanche

[shyasachurchmouse]

First Aid

 > Dorothy stood from the small bed she was situated on and put her phone away, not willing to just sit and wait any longer. She left her room, clutching Fern like usual but determined nonetheless as she found her way downstairs to the main lobby. She wanted to be of use, rather than just sitting and waiting for news on how many injuries or deaths there may be.  > She looked around in the larger room, shivering slightly even in her heavy winter clothes but resolutely ignoring it: she would much rather be a little cold than much too hot, right now. She wanted to do something - anything - to help the others trapped in the inn with her, but she wasn't quite sure where to start, short of somehow managing to gather everyone and convince them to keep warm together instead of being contained in their own rooms or spaces. Everyone needed to come together when disasters like this happened.

[dame-du-tristesse]

Chest Pains || Open

The blizzard was much harsher than Antoinette had initially anticipated. She was bundled up in layers upon layers of cloth, but still the freezing wind tore through her, whipping her skirt against her frail legs. Snow filled her boots and flew in her face, freezing her nose and rendering her near sightless, but she persevered nonetheless. She'd managed to drag her shaking feet all the way to the edge of the town, her stomach doing backflips all the while.

Her mind was racing with thoughts of causalities, buried helpless in the snow, thoughts of never again seeing those she held most dear. Her shoulders shook as she choked back sobs, but she'd been strong, determined, until now, when the pain her chest became too much to bear. Tears streamed down her cheeks like salty waterfalls as she dropped to her knees, doubled over and enclosed in snowy walls.

"I'm sorry..." she murmured. She'd originally sought to be strong, to go out herself, find her father herself, and take him home herself, but she could see now that was foolish. It was foolish, and now she'd proven herself utterly useless. Her sobs were as silent as her cry for help.