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summerdude) wrote2025-03-29 09:19 pm
summerdude) wrote2025-03-29 09:19 pm
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They Say That If You Build It... Something Will Happen? [open post]
It's winter now, deep enough into the season that drifts of snow cover the grounds, marred only by the desire paths formed by the regular routes residents tend to take as they go about their days: between the Mansion's many doors and the greenhouses, the training ground, the stable, Magnus and Alex's camp (which is cozier than ever), the not-so-secret training clearing deep in the forest, his family's house, the regular archery range and the forest archery range, the pier, the beach... okay, there are actually a ton of desire paths cobwebbing around the grounds.
There is a large swath of unadulterated snow along the gentle hill to the left of the Mansion's main entrance, and it's here that Magnus is setting up shop. First he drags out a folding table. Then he goes to the kitchen for, like, so many carrots and powdered Kool-aid singles and Crystal Light packs and maple syrup and condensed milk and hot chocolate sachets and bags of tea. Then he goes to the arts and crafts room in the basement for popsicle sticks, buttons, and a box of dress-up clothes. Finally, he drags over his outdoor fireplace from camp, lights it, and sets his grill grates over it. Upon this he places a huge pot of water and a smaller pot of the maple syrup; the final pot (which has a bag of popcorn kernels, a bottle of oil, a salt shaker, and a bag of sugar tucked underneath the lid) he sets to the side.
Then, confident he'll soon have people stopping by to see what's up, he starts rolling snowballs.
There is a large swath of unadulterated snow along the gentle hill to the left of the Mansion's main entrance, and it's here that Magnus is setting up shop. First he drags out a folding table. Then he goes to the kitchen for, like, so many carrots and powdered Kool-aid singles and Crystal Light packs and maple syrup and condensed milk and hot chocolate sachets and bags of tea. Then he goes to the arts and crafts room in the basement for popsicle sticks, buttons, and a box of dress-up clothes. Finally, he drags over his outdoor fireplace from camp, lights it, and sets his grill grates over it. Upon this he places a huge pot of water and a smaller pot of the maple syrup; the final pot (which has a bag of popcorn kernels, a bottle of oil, a salt shaker, and a bag of sugar tucked underneath the lid) he sets to the side.
Then, confident he'll soon have people stopping by to see what's up, he starts rolling snowballs.