Oz, you need to answer this rather than PW because its about my char's specific mechanics - is it cold to me on the snowey side of the portal? do I feel different in any way due to being in a snowy ennvironment in my current form?
PW for this - I'll head to the building and see what's inside, but what does the rest of the landscape look like? just a flat featureless snow-covered plain?
You really don't know what the rest of the landscape looks like. As I said, you have this one lit path that leads to the building and no light anywhere else. Off the path is an endless darkness. All you can see at the very edges of the lit area are pine trees. So it would seem that this path cuts through a pine forest and that this building and the path are in the middle of a lot of trees. You don't know whats farther than that without actually going to look.
Noir twitches.... Quietly... Looking around......This....Could be dad's place.....It looks flat enough and there's not much there... Though the building makes her question.
Follow Aylia..... Carefully examine my surroundings....Can I feel my dad's presence? Does my dark magic feel stronger....
CAN I SENSE MOM! : D
Your surroundings are...snow and dark. Behind the portal, which luckily still does exist here, it's not a one way thing, there's a wall of pine trees. You don't feel like you're stronger than before. In fact, it feels like you might have been weakened; or not weakened... rather that there's some sort of magical interference here. Someone else's magic is pushing yours down,smothering it.
Metalpede knows what's up around here. Ask the sprite to ask him what's going on here. If the sprite doesn't even want to do that, withdraw all the way into my shell and wait to see if metalpede does anything.
The sprite mutters things you can't understand. Something about "Jingling bells" and "Hooves on the rooftops"
((I know nothing about these critters so If you expect me to drag them in, you're gonna be waiting there a long time))
"QUIT THAT," Terrance snaps, thwacking the Pendant into the floor. "IF I WANTED TO LISTEN TO SQUEALING, WELL, I HAVE AN EXCESS OF CHUMS, AND PLENTY OF TOOLS AT MY DISPOSAL."
Waddle angrily through the portal. Stop and collect a sample of the strange white stuff off the ground in one of my empty syringes.
You step through and suck up some snow in one syringe.
Cho Ja
head on through the portal.
IN ya go
Some of the team walks down the snowy path and up to the building. As they get closer they can see that what appeared to be featureless black walls are actually mostly glass; huge tinted windows that take up most of the wall of the structure. The multicolored lights are strings of tiny bulbs that encircle the building, and the sounds they hear are definitely music coming from within. They open the bronze handled door and step inside. The interior of the building is quite warm, in stark contrast to the cold outside. The lighting is dim, with scattered dull orange overhead bulbs that flicker almost like candles, giving the building a soothing, sleepy, warm darkness. The music playing is soft and slow, the singer droning about "Chestnuts and mistletoe". The building itself seems to be a restaurant of sorts, though one a bit different than what you're used to. There's a long metal counter. displays of pies and cakes, strange machines which seem to contain bubbling drinks and holes in the walls that lead back into the kitchen, where the soft clinking of silverware can be heard. The actual seating is nothing but a series of very large booths lined up against the windows, looking out onto the snowy landscape outside.
Behind the counter is an old women in a blue dress and white apron. She smiles at you as you enter and directs you to the right, pointing at the booth at the far end of the building.
"Your table is waiting," She says, in a friendly manner.
At that far end of the building, sitting in the booth she's pointing to, is a man. He looks like he's maybe 35 years old, with circular gold rimmed glasses and slicked back black hair. He's hearing a dark overcoat and a red scarf, and his gaze is firmly fixed out the window.