Guess who's back, back again

[havesomefun]

 Jack Frost goes where he's needed. That's his duty as a Guardian. 

And obviously where he's needed right now is here. 

Knowing now that he can go there and back makes it easier to be back - especially since there's snow on the ground once more. Especially since the palace, already always bizarrely full of children in his experience, seems to be practically crawling with them now. 

So he seems to be a little bit everywhere at once - hanging out in the candy room, zipping through the halls, messing with the castle's otherwise meticulous decorations and sometimes adding his own in the form of interesting frost patterns on the walls or snow on the Christmas trees. 

But, being Jack Frost, he can especially be found doing what he does best. Anyone who ventures outside over the next few days had best beware, because they're liable to get a snowball lobbed at their face with little more than a warning cry of "Heads up!"

If his target is a child, they might find themselves feeling a bit better about life - a bit more willing to stop and have some fun today as Jack's magic takes hold. If his target is an adult, they're liable to just get wet slush down the back of their neck. 

(no subject)

[sansational]

 Sans tries to be the sort of guy who never lets an opportunity pass him by. That hasn't always been the case, but call it a New Year's resolution, if you will. Even if it's a resolution he's had to make a few different times.

The castle is full of new people. Well, not technically new, but a lot of them probably think they're new right now and that counts for about the same. Which means the castle is probably full of nervous, scared people - nervous, scared kids. And that just won't do. Sans thinks a lot about what he can do to liven the place up a bit in a way that won't rely on the castles often capricious magic - to help people feel at home.

Sometimes, old material is the best material.

He spends an evening shortcutting back and forth between the kitchen and the tunnels underground, ferrying water sausages from the former to the latter so they can be brought into happy conjunction with some buns. The next day, Sans sets up a small table outside, and on that table he haphazardly piles what look for all the world to be hot dogs. In his opinion, in the opinion of most of the Underground, that's exactly what they are. But be careful if you bite into one - they're actually cattail plants. The Underground doesn't know hot dogs as anything else.

Next to the table, Sans sets a sign messily painted on a piece of posterboard. A few small, stray skeletal fingerprints are a testement to Serif's assistance earlier.

hot dogs: 1 joke

hot cats: 1 pun

ketchup costs extra. 

Sans, for his part, settles into the chair behind the table for a nap in the sun. Don't think that means you can try sneaking off with the merchandise, though. He'll come awake whenever anyone draws near.

"hot dog for your thoughts? or, uh, preferably your jokes?"

A hero to the rescue!

[oldmantiger]

Kotetsu...isn't quite sure what's going on here. His first thought was that this place must be some sort of weird school? A "boarding school", like he's read about in some books. A school far away from home. But there are no teachers - at least, none of the adults will admit to being one. And none of the other kids seem to think it's one.

If he's been kidnapped again, it's a lot more comfortable than last time. 

But one thing he does know is that people need his help! It might not be with anything as heroic as stopping a bank robbery or beating up a kidnapper - yet - but they still need his help! And as a (future) hero, he is determined to do whatever he can!

...but feeling like a hero is easier if you have a costume. That's one of the most important things he's learned from TV. 

So some people might find Kotetsu out on the lawn one day, a bedsheet in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other, as he industriously works to make a suitable cape and maybe even a mask for himself. The scissors are a bit big and also maybe made for his other hand, but he keeps at it anyway, frowning down at his work with his tongue stuck out just a bit. 

In the end, he has a cape that's a bit ragged at the edges, and a domino mask that keeps slipping down over one eye. But it's enough to embolden him to seek out people who might need help! 

Or maybe just train his abilities by racing through the hallways really fast. Or trying to carry a Christmas tree from one room to the other. If you should happen to see a twelve year old boy dragging a Christmas tree behind him with one hand, don't bother asking if he needs help. He's got this covered.