#gmxstarter

[gmxsehun]

(` it is with lax steps that the lean male weaves his way through thick grass, scratching an itch on the back of his neck absently; for one, sehun wasn't too pressed to be roaming about in the likes of spring--whatever the once in a lifetime thing was, it wasn't going to beat being stuck in a hotel with a seemingly hormonal sadist clown any time soon, anyway ) -- (` still, the giant spider that springs at him from the grass is enough to draw a jolt out of the metal manipulator, lifting a hand to form a metal plate with ease to slap the thing out of the way with a sigh in relief--freezing only when he hears a shout of terror in which the direction of the spider flew. ) well.

[gmxsangster-blog]

❆ Initialisation

The only thing Sangster has going for him is that he is roughly dressed for this weather. He says roughly, because although he has his coat, he has no gloves. He's wearing fur-lined boots, but he isn't wearing socks. Technically, he signed up for this event but nobody said that he would get nabbed on the way to the convenience store for a nice warm cup of ramen only to be dropped in a tundra.  Sangster stuffs his hands as deep as they go into his pockets, desperately thinking of ways to avoid frostbite. He can feel his lips cracking in the dryness of the winter weather and with the blizzard raging on around him, it is amazing he isn't frozen into a block of ice yet. The pain wakes him up but the spurring gets him nowhere, and he begins to feel the first icy tendrils of fear wrap around his heart. Panicking only wasted precious time, he tells himself. Keep calm and evaluate. Evaluate, god damn it.  But there is nothing to be done on his own. Sangster has no survival skills; he doesn't know how to hunt, to skin, to raise a fire or to look out for frozen places that should not be stepped on. He needs to find his companion or any other living soul in this area real quick, otherwise he has no doubts that he would meet his end here. To cross over to another season, he has to travel to the extremes part of his season. This begs the question - where the hell is he supposed to start when all he was surrounded with was cold?

[gmxobsidius]

autumn | namjoon&____

( ; namjoon wishes he could say he didn’t sign up for this— except, he did, and he’s sorely regretting it. sorely being the key word.

the first thing he notes of his location after being rather unceremoniously tossed here (that's the best word he can think of to describe it; and it's certainly nothing he's ever experienced before, either) is how strong the wind is, blowing against him at an obscene rate, making his eyes water from the harsh, unforgiving gusts. after a long moment of taking in the scenery, he raises his hand up to block his eyes from incoming particles flying into his face-- and exhales, sharply. he can only assume this is the 'once in a lifetime' event he'd signed up for-- and, god, regret. that's all he can express, regret.

but at least he's thankful for the warm clothes he was caught in the moment he landed here-- and even if he wasn't more warmly dressed than some might, he radiates enough heat to survive much better than most, so he's well equipped for the cold.

still doesn't suck, though.

he eventually starts to move, casting his eyes around warily, still trying to take in the situation, and he wanders-- feet crunching against apples, always too late in realizing he's stepping on food. oops.

it's when he's finally managed to find an apple before smooshing it into the ground with his (clumsy, clumsy) feet, that he comes face to face with the first person he's seen when he landed here-- and the apple goes forgotten as he raises his eyebrows, standing from where he'd been bent over the fruit to address them, thankful for company. ) --so, you signed that waiver thing too, then? ...because that's what this is, right? ( ; if it wasn't, well...

shit. )

[gmxmiyoung]

"well this peaceful vacation escalated quickly..."

[gmxsoojung]

❝ — ᴇʏᴇs ᴏғ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ

there’s something about waking up in a comfy bed completely not her own that is—oddly, so—pleasing as hell. although maybe it’s just because of the fact that she’s currently—technically—on a vacation. away from the busy city and work and obligations and—nightmares that occasionally drops by like an unwanted relative during the fall season. soojung resists the urge to wince within the arms of her sleeping boyfriend—she doesn’t really have any relatives left that would drop on by, now does she?—face burying into the crook of his neck for a long moment before she pulls away with a decisive huff.

times for sulking should have been left behind a long time ago.

or at least, not when they’re on vacation.

it is with that in mind that the telekinetic draws herself away the dangerously warm and welcoming (in which it almost hurts to pull away from) embrace of her boyfriend’s to slip off the bed and get dressed and maybe—well she hasn’t thought of what to do beyond getting dressed yet, but she’ll think of something.

something along the lines of going out and grabbing breakfast for the whole group of friends she has sleeping in (something tells her jinri—her early riser due to an unforgivable onslaught of nightmares buddy—didn’t even come back last night), that is.

however, even she didn’t expect the scene that greets her upon opening the door—or rather, the snowball—

“y—yah!”

the telekinetic can only sputter.

[gmxobsidius]

ᴅᴀsʜᴇʀ | obsidius&rogue

gmxrogue

so, i cheer you up with soju, and you throw a snowball at me? rude, rogue. rude. ( ; sniffs in amusement, brushing away the cold thing off of his clothes, kneeling down to gingerly collect a handful of snow in his own hands, teasingly looking up at rogue as he did so ) i may hate snow, but if you're looking for a fight, you've got one. :> ( ; ignoring the fact that the snow is, you know, melting in his hands. cold water works just as well, right? )

[gmxobsidius]

ʙʟɪᴛᴢᴇɴ | skye&obsidius

gmxskye

( ; namjoon has been taking a lot more naps lately; whether it's because of his job taking up more of his time, or his boyfriend taking up more of his time, he'll never decide, but it doesn't change the inevitable fact that he's been sleeping a lot when he's given the chance. which is why he jolts awake from the bench in which he'd drifted off in, at the shouts of 'santa!' and a number of people racing past him to go chase some blurry blob he can't see well that's racing across the sky, confused and surprised. he doesn't even notice that he accidentally hit the person who was, unfortunately, sitting next to him, too busy squinting at the sky in disbelief, headphones still stuck in his ears as he concentrates on the sharpening thing in the sky. ) ...