text - UN: IceCream (CW mention of drowning risks)

[threelayers]

[Well, this one didn't put up public service messages often, did she? But, if there was a remote chance your spouse might show up one day in the heart of winter, well... you'd probably do it too.]

Right, so, if we're all done having oodles of fun running for our lives from crazy nutjobs in this maze of a town, I've got something we should all be thinking about. (Also, thank you Trench. I knew you'd deliver. I was almost bored there for a moment. Now this place feels like a nightmare.)

I saw something on my window while I was recovering from my last maze run. Frost. You know, that pretty white stuff that forms on your windowsills and makes you people all silly with this holiday spirit or whatever? Nice stuff. Gorgeous. So idyllic. Yeah, where there's frost, there's ice. And ice likes to form on top of water. If you haven't figured out where I'm going with this?

I'm taking bets on whether or not you think the coastline's gonna freeze for the next two months. Your first bet doesn't count. Everyone's a winner. Your prize? Grab a pickaxe.

That's right, dumb dumbs. Squids seem to show up at the same time we showed up in the dream. Very end of the month and first week of the month, and if that coast freezes, they're going to pound right into a sheet of ice. Get blankets, start fires, grab a pickaxe. Also, maybe flares or burning arrows wouldn't be a bad idea. Folks can come to you if you find a squid and need help. I have five I got lucky enough to have in my backpack and I intend to use them. Unless you want next month's new arrivals to drown in the water and/or freeze to death. And if you do? I recommend not replying to this. I'm not in the best of moods.

And if one of you hero types feels like actually organizing this thing, go for it. You know where I'll be.

Comments

[survivalthroughhate]

Very well. You know yourself best. But if you change your mind, the offer is still there.

Yes, I suppose I would. It's our youngest brother, Feral, that Savage keeps waiting for. He died almost two years ago and Savage is still in pain from his passing.

[threelayers]

I'm actually thinking about getting a pickaxe enchanted with coldblood.
Something about the idea of a flaming pickaxe is sort of badass.

Ah, and you're more at peace with the loss at that point.
So, the two of you have different hopes as far as that's concerned?

[survivalthroughhate]

I will admit that sounds like an amazing type of weapon to be using.

[Maul is sometimes a seven year old at heart and the idea of a weapon on fire was just too cool for words.]

Well, much to my misfortune, I never got to know him. He was born after I was taken by my master and died before I came back to Dathomir. [By Savage’s hands no less, but Maul won’t tell anyone that part. Such a secret belongs solely to his brother and it’s up to Savage if he wants to tell it to anyone.] But I know Savage hopes that if he was able to come back from the dead that Feral might eventually make his way here as well. I hope for that as well if it will help ease my brother’s pain. And I would like the chance to get to know my youngest brother as well.

[Family was extremely important to Maul. He would have killed everyone in Trench if it meant keeping Savage safe and part of himself, the sentimental side, is eager to know what his other brother is like. Savage has told him stories of Feral and so Maul is curious.]

[threelayers]

Just imagine when you hit someone in the head with one.
Enjoy that mental image because I can imagine you appreciating it a lot like me.

Ah yeah, no that makes perfect sense.
This is a weird place where you actually have the chance to be close to him.
I sort of really understand that, since there's at least one dead person I care about.
They could have a chance at a real life here.

Of course, I try not to hope too much.
But maybe they will make an appearance for you.

[survivalthroughhate]

Yes. There are so few people who can appreciate the image of such a terrifying and intimidating weapon being wielded and I am one of them.

Hope is a dangerous emotion and I try not to indulge too much in it.

[It was too easy a way for Maul to get hurt and he tries to avoid that at all costs.]

But in this case I will indulge in it.

[threelayers]

I allow myself a little bit now and again.
It's like taking poison to try and innoculate yourself to its danger.
Just a tiny bit, and it usually doesn't get you killed.

Kind of a sweet toxin, eh?