SNOWFALL, SETTLED || @contractcd, continued from here.
FOR SOMETHING so far out from the center of the Park, Karen was quite surprised that the lookout tower held up as well as it did. Knowing this, thankfully, only lent further credence to her desire to hang out with Katherine, across those next couple days.
Just as she did when circling the company of dear Hibana, old Lucas, there were times when she saw fit to pathfind and patrol on her own. Outfitted with naught but ample backpacking gear and provisions fit enough for a few days' journey (not to mention her rifle), occasions such as these afforded her and her team the freedom to do as they pleased, to go where they pleased, for a time.
Of course, this also meant she was timely enough to have met Katharine near the Park's edges, along a dirt path not far from an old and neglected lookout tower. It was no small surprise to see her that evening, between the bounds of Snowplow and Coldfront,
âand right before a sudden blizzard crossed them and the entire rest of the valley.
One that ended up lasting them a couple days on end.
The tower was their only refuge for the ensuing hours, but it proved more accommodating than initially expected. Their supplies, both on hand and spared in the building's storage, were more than enough to assure a degree of mutual comfort against the bitter weather. Upon their second morning inside, they witnessed a majestic sight beyond the balcony: a copious, but no less beautiful snow-cover, all aglow in the morning's amber shine, and a sky of almost-arctic azure.
Land's wardens that they were, though, this implied hours of labor ahead of them. With their uniforms and jackets back on, slapping a map and maintenance manual upon a rugged wooden table, they got right to words over who should clear out what, so their surroundings could be walkable again, and the tower at least accessible from below.
But there was just one problem. Karen was privy enough to Katherine's words to acknowledge the importance of their work, sure, but the only thing that ever let her shake off the late-morning stupor was a bit of exercise... and she was getting a bit too impatient to get down there the boring straightforward way.
A warm-up was in order.
The outcome of this was all too simple. With physical ferocity all too deserving of an elder sibling, Karen's imposing frame had found purchase with Kat's waist and the crook of their knees. With a gentle kick of the door, and with one both at the other's mercy and upon their broad synthetic shoulder, the pair were soon bit by the frosty air. As much as it stung against her cheek, it did little to hinder her grin... or Kat's futile pleas for mercy, for that matter, even before her quiet count to three ended with an explosive "SOREIâ!!"
Her aim was true enough, as her briefly-airborne friend soon landed in the broader end of a powdery snowbank, not too far out or below the tower floor. She leaned over the railings, her coal-toned locks hanging gently down as they framed her snickering grin.
"At ease, Shenko-san! It's not like I'll be throwing a shovel down at you nextâ ah," though that wasn't enough to prevent a returning snowballâ even automated reflexes couldn't block the whole of it, spraying fragments of snow across her face. Even that just sent her into even more impassioned laughter, as she dusted herself off and turned back to the tower interior. About time she grabbed those same shovels and got to helping Kat down there, courtesy of the winding stairs.
Still, though: quick way down, best way down. No doubts about that.
Rudolf looked up over his shoulder at the question and nodded, giving a tip of his hat. âOh just fine, thank you, maâam.â He replied. âIts just a wonderful night out. Not much in the way of light pollution, so you canât really beat this view.â He said warmly, glancing back up at the sky.
âYouâre mighty welcome to join me if youâd like. Always nice to enjoy a sight like this with company.â
Positivity Prompt | †+ for me please! (it's totally okay if u don't want to!!)
(Yoooo! I known you for so long and you still remain the most chill but the funniest gal Iâve knew. I honestly love how much Kat changed and haha yes I still remember her old version but this new version takes the cake with the cherry on top. Plus your art is amazing and so much improvement that Iâm proud of ya, girl!
Symbol Prompt | đžđčđ·đ· (you don't have to do the rose one if you don't want to! And two songs for Maddy please >:3c)
đž my roleplay petpeeve
When people donât have an about or rules page. Legit. Itâs one of the things thatâll make me turn around and just leave the page. I need something to work with so I understand the character I am going to have Maddy interact with.
đč my opinion on your character
Listen! Kat is a fucking punk bitch and I love her! I love sheâs just so straight forward and upfront! The fact that sheâs a bad-ass lady makes my kokoro go doki doki because I love a woman who can fuck everybodyâs shit up! The way you RP her as somewhat being a dumb ass too always offers a good chance for a nice laugh and I really love reading your replies to other people! Honestly, I canât wait to have Kat and Maddy interact AAAAAAA!!!!
Your muse is sick prompt | â to take your muses temperature (if that's okay!)
ăđ§ăâ âMmâ nrt too shore âow accurite dish gonâ be,â She spoke with the thermometer in her mouth, somehow her accent becoming even more incoherent to an untrained linguist. Once the timer rang, she used her tongue to maneuver it and point it to the other engineer to allow her to take.
    âAh did have some hot coffee earlier, so I dunno if thatâs gonna make thâ readinâ innacurate âr not. Iâd take a degree or two off though, or maybe just try again in another hour.â
ăđ§ăâ âMind handinâ me that pedal wrench right over yonder?â Without looking away from her task, the engineer pointed towards one of the desks in the garage, directing the other to retrieve it for her.Â
    Was kind of a weird request, considering she was working on a bomb cart and not a bicycle, but with eleven debatably-legitimate PhDs, she had to know what she was talking about, right?
  â oh, this ? â  within his hands a box is held, white polystyrene with a dark red tint providing an ominous shadow :  âtwas quite obvious what was inside to anyone vaguely familiar with the red medic. despite this somewhat unsettling item between them, a smile graced his features, excitement dancing within eyes. with a loud thud, medic placed the box upon the table near them, carefully undoing the light yellow lid in order not to damage it too much ( itâs detrimental to organs if you canât store them right !! )  ââ revealing the heart of a human being, albeit ... odd.
  â this is a discovery i made about one of the deceased i had the privilege of... operating on, â despite the grim subject matter, his enthusiasm was genuine. the heart was pristine on the outside : its features were in perfect condition, until the incision was revealed, parting the heart in two. a large portion of the atrioventricular septum proved itself missing, small holes left between the muscle tissue. fingers handled the organ with a tenderness remarkable for such a vulgar man. this clearly meant something to him, and he was eager to share with anyone willing to listen.  â it wasnât listed in his file, so i presume he never knew. it could even have been part of his demise ! ahah  ââ  wunderbar ! â
