kingdomcomes | MINGLE: THE SNOW QUEEN

[What a world.]

[As much as she is up for the challenge, it is bizarre to think that winter is embodied in a woman (goddess?) who has actual tangible control of the seasons, and that they require very mortal needs to be controlled. Well, it's a nice way to warm up and... get to know people? She guesses???]

[Most importantly, if she can get the Echo back...]

[So here she is in as warm a shack as they get around here, awaiting her challenger as she plots her strategy in front of the fire.]

[The cold had truly pushed him over the edge. He had dealt with this once before in his homeland with nothing to do about it but pray and bundle up. Except... the Mistress would not even allow a proper change of wardrobe. She allowed scarves and woolen leg warmers for her scantily clad guard, but that wasn't nearly enough.

This entire situation posed entirely too many problems, yet he saw this as the only answer. He would need to dodge anyone who knew him— at least for now. If he could win this contest and defeat the snow queen, then he would be able to levy the heroism of it against his shame. He had reached the stairs to the inn rooms before his anxiety stopped him. He turned towards the bar, purchased a bottle of wine with haste, then headed to the agreed upon location.

He knocked to announce himself, then tried the knob. He really didn't want to be caught in the hallway here.]

'Tis I, Aymeric.

[he attempted to project his voice through the door without being too loud.]

[Of all the ridiculous, cockamamie shenanigans Remus has ever let Sirius Black drag him into, Remus is pretty sure this takes the cake. A fuck fest? Really. He should have known this was a terrible idea to top all terrible ideas.

And yet—maybe, just maybe, he's taking the opportunity for what it is. He's a hot-blooded teenage boy, after all, grown wizard or no, and this is an excuse to delve once more into the world of sex. The first time was more than enough to convince him that he likes it. It's just that he's been paired up with Éowyn, who seems very nice and with whom he's formed a friendship that he'd very much not like to fuck up. He's already skirted around temptation once, but this is a much more cut and dry situation.

At least, at the very least, they don't have to do this in public. That's his one comfort. If he embarrasses himself, only the two of them need to know about it.

Remus steels himself, and opens the door to his chamber. Much more secluded than the guards' barracks, after all. He gives his partner for the day what he hopes is an ingratiating smile.]

Come on in. Hope you're doing okay. Is there anything I can get you? Tea? Biscuits?

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[There's literally only one reason Alisha entered this stupid contest to begin with. It has nothing to do with wanting to cheat on Simon, and everything to do with being a princess who hates cold weather and would rather fuck herself silly than sit by freezing her tits off. So that's what she's going to do. She's had plenty of practice, after all. She's basically a professional at this point.

And, well, John isn't her ideal match-up, exactly, but he's not bad to look at, and he's nice and polite, which is more than she can say for some of the people around here. So she invites him to her crummy little shack, which she's managed to make slightly less crummy just by virtue of cleaning it and laying down a few strategically-placed rugs. She decides to wear something that's easy to get out of, so when John arrives he'll find that he's greeted by Alisha, wearing an alarmingly tiny bathrobe.]

Hiya. You ready to do this?

[Honestly, she'd never admit it, but Éowyn's surprised to find she's made it past round one. And now, things have shifted. On the one hand, she no longer has to worry about being deflowered - it's done, it's over, and any dishonour is hers to bear now.]

[On the other hand, Kaphlar?]

[If Remus was the man she was glad to be paired with, it pales in comparison to how much she does not want to be paired with that arrogant, rude, self-centred asshole. She'd much rather punch him in the face, frankly, and she's quite tempted to if things go south.]

[But if she has to lie with him, she's going to do it on her terms. In this case, that means showing up at his door in the early hours of the morning, barging in without knocking, and standing there with her arms folded.]

I understand a challenge was set. Do you plan to meet it?

[This is to be completely expected, and Egon knew exactly what he was getting himself into when he entered into the contest. At least one of his opponents was bound to be a woman, and the snow queen herself of course.]

[He wasn't at all repulsed by this, it just wasn't really his thing. He was still determined to give it his all- winning was the object here.]

[Egon has reserved them a hotel room and set up a time, having brought with him anything necessary- including a nice bottle of champagne- and let Yehn know where he would be.]

[This time the good doctor spengler has also thought to put a little more effort into his first impression. Mostly in that he's sprawled across the very warm, well made up bed with freshly poured glasses of champagne and a few of his buttons already undone.]

[It's an honest effort, showing as much interest as he can bare in the partner he's waiting for.]

[Alright, so she's not exactly surprised she moved on to the next round, considering the first go was against a guy and it was his first time, but Alisha didn't take into account that she might be going up against another girl. It's not like she's fussed either way; she's done it with girls before. But she's never met this Éowyn chick and who knows if she might turn out to be some kind of square?

She's sitting outside her little shack having a smoke of some kind of crude weird cigarette she managed to finagle off a merchant, waiting for her next match up and praying it's not going to be some kind of crazy uptight girl who thinks people like Alisha are going straight to hell. All she wants is a nice chill shag and they can go on their way, right?

[It all comes to this, which is something Yenh thinks and then grins and fidgets where she waits by the door.]

[One more round... and finally, at last, it's against another woman. She would never consider herself nervous over a contest—she thrives on competition, really—but Yenh, in this case, is eager to impress as well as to win.]

[Which is why she took extra time to very carefully launder and perfume her change of clothes from back home, made sure her hair and fur were On Point, and stood waiting at the warm inn room's door. When she hears footsteps approaching, she throws open the door in welcome. The past two times were mildly-startled staff just passing through, but maybe this time...]

Greetings! Are you Alisha?

Sirius vs. Yenh

Aymeric vs. Egon

Remus vs Éowyn

Alisha vs John

Éowyn vs. Kaphlar