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[specialist_snowflake]

[Didn't she just make a video today? NO. That would be her younger sister, and the keen of eye might even be able to realize there are hereditary similarities between the two. But there are differences also. For example, this particular white-haired woman appears much more...stiff. Even if she's not wearing her uniform anymore, her squared shoulders and lifted chin seem to scream 'MILITARY!' even in a soft and fuzzy gray sweater.]

Greetings. My name is Winter.

[Some of you might remember her all the way back from summer when she made a very detailed presentation on what types of moonlacing were and were not acceptable. This time, she's not asking for help. She's offering it.]

It has come to my attention that when we return to our worlds, we lose all memories of this one. It would seem that our actions do not matter.

[She drops her gaze for a moment, reinforcing her resolve to remain professional. Her emotions are starting to leak through just the same.]

But I would very much like them to, for the duration of my stay. Consider this an open invitation to seek my aid for any troubles you might have. If I am unable to render assistance, then I will help you find someone who can. The impression I leave behind will not be forgotten. I would have it be one of fond remembrance rather than hedonistic selfishness. I don't require compensation. I don't desire it either.

[Her jaw tightens, and her brow furrows.]

This is what I want to do. I am choosing it for myself. Seek me out if you have need of me, in public or in private.

That is all.

[Blip! And she's gone.]

Comments

[anti_altruisms]

I found a new tea shop the other day that is supposed to be quite good.

At the moment, though, I have no one to try it with me.

[specialist_snowflake]

You're awfully transparent.

[The little sigh, matching the faint smile that touches the corners of her mouth, says she really doesn't mind that, though. It's nice, just to know somebody wants her company. Why he would is a mystery, but it's appreciated.]

When would you like to go?

[anti_altruisms]

Would you prefer if I was opaque?

[ Just sayin'. ]

Tomorrow afternoon, if you're free.

[specialist_snowflake]

It matters little. Your company is satisfactory either way.

[Translation: she likes that he's her friend.]

The time is set aside for you. We can meet in the lobby at two, if you have no objections.

action??

[anti_altruisms]

That sounds fine to me.

[ Shhh, you'll make him think you like him or something. ]

I'll see you tomorrow.

ACTION!

[specialist_snowflake]

[Winter waits as she said she would. It seems she really has given up on wearing her uniform anymore, favoring instead a white blouse with an open collar beneath a pearl gray cardigan. Jeans, pumps, and pearls mix up classy and casual, the latter of which still seems a bit forced. No one will ever get the Schnee Stick out of her ass, not even Winter herself.]

[Her hairstyle hasn't changed, though, still pulled up into a practical bun with her bangs swept to the side. Patiently she waits in the lobby as she said she would. The sky is overcast, threatening to drizzle, but she's not particularly worried about being caught in a rain storm at least. Her arms are folded behind the small of her back, posture ramrod straight. She doesn't even move to check the time, trusting that Archer knows her well enough that tardiness will not be tolerated.]

[anti_altruisms]

[ Archer has (mostly) given up on his own standard garb as well. He's still fond of black, though, so he dresses accordingly.

He is prompt too, walking in at exactly two o'clock. Winter, as always, is quite distinct, and he approaches her with a faint smile. ]

Winter.

[ A nice, easy greeting. ]

I hope I haven't kept you waiting.