CYOA week 5: cloud, sebastian, bradley, jason

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YEAR 10XX - Bradley & Jason

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[It's winter now, in the midst of all the usual holiday celebrations. For better or for worse, Jason and Bradley have been stuck with Ben, who has yet to provide any benefit besides being a clock. It's fine.

It's been a long time since Ben has seen the outdoors when it's winter, so he requests that Jason and Bradley take him outside. He may or may not have been very stubborn about it, so here you are (eventually), outside on a field of snow away from prying eyes who could point at you and go IS THAT CLOCK STOLEN? At least he's appreciative of it, as he continues to stare at everything in awe.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like you get a moment of peace, as you hear a voice in the distance.]

... lp! H... lp!

[unrecked]

[He makes sure they go out in appropriate attire because I don’t trust Bradley not to have some stupid mobage SSR skimpy outfit with fur that constitutes as warm wear.

Anyhow, he is holding the clock under one arm, letting Ben look a…t… Sheesh.

He looks over at Bradley.]

…do you hear that?

[battling]

[Bradley is here with his one rifle because he never leaves it anywhere. Also don't be rude, he's in his default outfit with the stupid military jacket.]

Help?

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Help...!

[There is a figure in the distance, in the same direction the voice is coming from. Ben looks between Jason and Bradley.]

Should we do something, or...?

[unrecked]

…Is this karma for when we robbed the museum?

[He heaves a sigh and nods his head in the direction of the voice.]

Alright, whatever. We can check. Let’s go.

[battling]

It's just a little bit of theft.

[Time to head over to this newest voice.]

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[They head over to find... a large, round snowman. It appears to be the source of the voice.

Also, there's a cat pawing at it.]

Heeeeeeelp!

[Meanwhile, Ben hums.]

Oh, a snowman. They say that snow carries the souls of those departed, and so sometimes, it accumulates into a snowman.

[unrecked]

[…

He

looks at this snowman. Hello? Why. Jan, what the hell is going on here?]

That’s kind of fucked up? Honestly.

[He peers at this cat, then the snowman.]

Which one needs help, the cat or the snowman?

[battling]

[If nobody stops him (cat included) Bradley is going to pick up this cat.]

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[Don't look at me.]

Meeeee! This cat is totes attacking me! And it tickles! Yowzers! I'm just a fragile snowman...

[Bradley may pick up the cat, though it tries to wriggle out of his grasp.]

[unrecked]

[YOWZERS? I hate it here. He watches Bradley pick up this cat, then looks back at the snowman.]

It's kind of feisty. What's the cat want with you? I didn't think cats liked snow, so you must have something real good if it's out here pawing at you.

[battling]

[TOTES?

Holds onto this cat, his kin (no). Does it have a collar or is it just a free roaming stray?]

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[Ben whispers,]

Maybe he has catnip infused into the snow...

[No. Anyway, this is a very derpy-looking snowman that is unfortunately not capable of moving or making expressions, but you'd get the sense it'd be waving its arms if it could.]

I don't know! I'm just an innocent snowman, minding my own business, when wowee! This cat out of nowhere!

[The cat does not have collar! It looks like a stray. It swipes at Bradley. Leggo. :/ ]

[unrecked]

Might wanna put it down, Bradley.

[This snowman is Fret.]

The last I knew, snowmen couldn't talk. [A glance at Ben.] Neither could clocks.

[He's just saying. He looks back at the cat, then the snowman. What's the snowman look like...? He got anything on him?]

[battling]

[Holds this cat for a moment longer before letting it go off to wherever it wishes to go.]

You just a snowman, or a ghost?

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[Ben is whispering:]

Please don't lump me in weird snowmen like this one.

[The cat runs off to elsewhere in the field.

The snowman looks like this. So no, nothing interesting on him.]

I'm... wow, what am I? Man, talk about an identity crisis. But, like, I think I'm both! I'm as snowman as a snowman could be... but I've got an itchy-witchy feeling in me! Like there's something I should be remembering?

So maybe I'm a dead person too, And these are memories of my past life...?

—Oh! Maybe YOU can help me. Yeah, you two. You look like thugs but I bet that just means you've got a heart of gold underneath all the angst or bad boy-ness! How about it?

[unrecked]

[jan: nothing interesting on him
the picture: the snowman has a scoop-out/hole right in the middle of him]

Describe it as anything but itchy-witchy, I'm begging. [His brows furrow.] I'm not a thug. [He is, but his AU self... hates crime...] ...What kind of help?

What makes us look like we can help a ghost snowman?

[battling]

[He looks so incredibly insulted at this accurate read of his character.]

What d'ya even need? I ain't promisin' to help.

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[Ben looks like he's trying not to laugh at how indignant Jason and Bradley seem over this. Anyway.]

It feels like I've got a hole in me! Besides, like, the literal one. That's fine. But I feel so cold... and not because I'm made of snow. I'm cold inside too! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Take me somewhere warm! I heard there's a hot springs nearby, so take me there! I MUST HEAT UP THIS CHILL INSIDE OF ME.

[unrecked]

Uh.

[He

glances between Ben and Bradley, expression bewildered. Then to the snowman:]

...You know you'll melt, right?

[battling]

Don't snowmen die when they melt?

[Like. Buddy? Do you know the consequences to your actions?]

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It'll be fine! A snowman melting is just getting on the train to the afterlife, after all! Maybe I'll just be reincarnated! But before I do, I NEED TO STOP BEING SO COOOOOOOLD. BRRRRRRRRRRRRR. BRRRRRR! BRRRRR!!!!

[Anyway.

Ben shrugs, although he doesn't look like he quite knows what's going on either.]

Uh. For what it's worth, spirit snowmen are more durable than normal snowmen. And since they're already dead, they can't really... die more... Yikes, though.

[unrecked]

Alright, relax.

[THIS SNOWMAN. Can chill. He sort of sighs.] You don't say? [He's so tired.] What am I supposed to do with you? We're going to have to carry him, aren't we?

[Will the

clock fit in the snowman's hole? Asking for a friend. He is going to try to set it in there.]

[battling]

Can't be that heavy, he's just one snowman with a hole in his chest.

[Allows Jason to do this.]

Which way's the hot springs?

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[Ben looks? a little indignant about this?]

Hey! [But not much he can do about it, being a clock.] Brrr, it really is cold in here. You owe me, Jason.

[For WHAT. Anyway, the snowman doesn't seem to mind too much.]

Wow, this is a funky feeling! I can feel the tick tock inside of me... Tick tock, tick tock. Hehehe, it kind of tickle-wickles.

BUT ONTO THE WARMTH. WEST WE GO.