~ Tнє Pαяα∂σχ Hσυѕє ~ now back to regularly scheduled chaos

Well, the snowball had no effect on Samuel, because rather than dodging to avoid it, his hand came up and closed around the snowball that Nico had just tossed. He expected it to explode in a shower of frozen snow, but all that happened was it flaked a bit, firmly caught in his hand.
Personally, Sam looked really impressed. He hadn't thought that would happen.
He let the snowball drop back to the ground, where it almost became indiscernible from the other snow at that point. 
He then walked over to Nico, looking down at what he was doing, slightly confused before his brain caught up enough to input this scenario from the movies. Snow angels!
The young vampire at once dropped to the ground, looking pleased that he'd gotten it, and started to mimic what Nico was doing. He was starting to get a bit stiff, he'd noticed. It was hard to move his arms and legs. But he didn't say anything about that.
"This is fun!" he breathed excitedly. "I haven't done this before."

Sol | Airplane room | @ basically everyone |

"Hey, what - " Sol glared in Kelsier's general direction as he pushed past them, heading for the controls-place instead of her and Rae. Great. The number one most panicking person in the whole airplane was gonna be in charge of the controls. "You gonna land a plane with your anxiety?? What's your plan, buddy?"

Well, he wasn't listening, and Sol couldn't make her way to the controls-place without someone to guide her, so instead she turned around, focusing back in on Rae, Nico, and...a new voice.

"Great, can you go help stupid in there?" she asked, pointing in Arlo's general direction. "I don't think he even knows what a plane is. Hey, you - " she swiveled to point at Nico, "and you," she moved a little towards Rae, "In case those two crash us into the ground, do you guys know if this thing has any safety stuff on it? Like, uh..." she waved her hands, thinking. "Like cars have airbags so you don't smash your skull. Or like some weapons have safety latches so you don't shoot yourself in the leg?"

“Someone just go after my d.. Kel!” Nico snapped, eyes widening a little bit at his own slip of the tongue. They really needed to have a conversation about that last room, but that was almost definitely not going to happen now. They had bigger fish to fry. “Planes usually have two pilots, and there aren’t even any planes in his world, so… so one of us probably knows how to fly better than he does!” Was he worried about Kelsier? Undoubtedly. It was far easier to be worried about Kelsier than it was to consider his own fear. He just had to keep not looking out the windows. He would have followed Kelsier to the cockpit if he had thought he’d be able to survive seeing how high they were from the big windows instead of these smaller ones.
It took him a few moments to realize Sol was addressing him.
“Oh… I uh… I found the safety manual,” he called back. “If… if you feel above you, against where you’re leaning… it says child safety vests, can you reach them?” Hopefully, she’d realize he was addressing her this time. “I’m looking for anything else that could help.” He was, even though his hands were shaking just a little bit too much to easily read the safety manual.
In case of emergency landing… “Flotation devices…” he muttered, trying to follow he diagram. No, those were masks for breathing… what was even the point of those? Was it supposed to help if they were losing altitude? Sure, Nico was suffering from a lack of oxygen, but it was his own damn fault for hyperventilating. He didn’t think the oxygen masks were really going to make that much of a difference.
He didn’t know if Rae or Arlo was going to go help Kelsier fly, but he figured he had a job now, and he better do it.
“I think…” he reached under the seat, trying to feel for the flotation device the manual seemed to mention. His eyes widened as he instead accidentally yanked an entire piece of plastic out from under, but he tossed it to his side and kept feeling.

[[ Arlo || plane crash || dawnsky strider raintalon hawkpath ]]

Trying to listen to what the others were saying seemed to help her mind stay a bit clearer, so Arlo forced herself to focus on the words being said around her. According to the unfamiliar girl, the man Rae had mentioned didn’t even know what a plane was. “Oh great,” she muttered. Not too surprising, considering the assortment of worlds the blinkers came from, but unfortunate. If that was the case, then she probably was the better option, even if the last plane she’d been in had crashed. Even if she had died.

Technically it wasn’t the crash itself that killed you, she reminded herself.

“Yeah, seems worth a try at least!” she agreed with Rae. It wasn’t like she could make the situation much worse than what they were already dealing with.

Arlo waited for Rae to move before heading after her, her steps more steady now, though she still needed to grab the seats occasionally as the plane bumped along. She didn’t want to think about the last crash, but if it would help save the others she would do it.

Kelsier | Plane Crash | everyone

It would have helped if Kelsier had so much as known what a button was. Or a lever. Or any of this, in fact.
As it was, all he knew was that lives depended on him learning really quickly,
He swore quietly, straightening up, staring at the controls. There were no instructions, of course there weren’t. That would have been too easy.
He leaned over the controls again. His hands were shaking, badly...he caught himself watching them for a moment and tore his gaze away, looking out the window instead.
Bad idea. They were currently hurtling downward. Which, surprisingly, didn’t seem to be the scariest thing about this situation.
Well…if he didn’t do something, they were all going to die. Maybe it was time to start hitting things after all.
He was about to start touching the little colored circles when he heard people approaching and glanced up sharply.
“Hi.” He said, his voice a strange combination of strangled and light as he saw the other two blinkers, He smiled, though it didn’t do anything to mask the panic in his eyes, and tried to think of something else to say, but his mind was refusing to cooperate.
He tried to take a breath. It didn’t work. Was there actually no air or was that just a side effect of whatever was happening to him?
Focus!
He turned away from them, back to the controls.
“No instructions.” He said, mostly for their benefit. “Looks like we’re winging this.” Yes, because when you’re trapped in a metal container hurtling towards your death, that’s the perfect time for puns.

Kelsier | Holiday Baking Room | mintedstar/fur

Kelsier hadn’t intended to ruin the mood, but he didn’t regret telling Myrnin what had happened. Or..not what had happened, but a little about Mare. He couldn’t really speak of flowers without mentioning her, now could he?
“I don’t know whether they would grow in my world.” He admitted, smiling a little. It was small, but genuine. “But I don’t suppose it could hurt anything to try. Still...I would like to see your favorite kind of flower, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”
He hesitated, but he found he wanted to tell Myrnin the truth. “Yes.” He said simply. “It is. I decided I would make her dream a reality. A world with soft green plants and flowers, where ash doesn’t choke the sky and fall like snow...I will bring that world.”
He gave a small, rueful laugh. “They’re right, you know. I’m insane.”
He turned his attention back to the cookies, focusing on the oven instead. “Maybe?” He answered, narrowing his hazel eyes at the contraption. “I did something, and it’s hot now, so...yes. The oven is sorted.”

L | Living Room | strider

Orpheus may not have been L’s first friend, but he had already become a close one, in spite of L not having known him for very long. In that time, his life had been saved already, and he found he looked forward to seeing Orpheus when he blinked in. Whether or not he was a good friend...he couldn’t answer that, since he was himself and he didn’t actually know what made a friend good as opposed to bad. The things he had done, he had done because he wanted to. True, he had wanted to because he seemed to want Orpheus to be happy, but...his motivations still felt selfish. Being selfish didn’t tend to bother him, but in this case he couldn’t help feeling worried about it.
He listened, considering Orpheus’ words. They made sense, he supposed. He did find it easy to care about Orpheus and he enjoyed listening to him, music and words alike. He wasn’t sure he believed they were meant to friends, but he could believe they worked together, couldn’t he? He could believe that some people clicked easier than others, and it seemed obvious that they clicked quite well. He found it very easy to want to be Orpheus’ friend, and he couldn’t help being pleased that Orpheus seemed to want to be his friend, too.
Still...it seemed very selfish of him to have a friend when he was so likely to die.
“There isn’t much.” He said quietly, meeting Orpheus’ eyes, his own expression still frightened but also something else. If it was selfish of him to have a friend, to make a new one, then maybe he would just have to be selfish, because he found he didn’t want to push Orpheus away.
“Better than nothing.” He repeated, and he didn’t look away for even a second. He wasn’t sure he could allow himself to be reassured like this, but he also wasn’t sure he could help it…Orpheus meant what he said. He was going to be there for L even though he couldn’t control his blinks, even though logically it shouldn’t have been possible for him to do that.
“I believe you.” He murmured, almost sounding surprised at himself. This was so dangerous, believing in someone, believing Orpheus when he said he would be there. He told himself firmly that it wasn’t trust. Of course it wasn’t trust, how could it be, he didn’t know Orpheus that well. Only he felt like he did.
It was too late to take it back. He was already trapped, if Orpheus were to betray him now...it would hurt very badly.
“I believe you.” He repeated, and his voice was a little steadier this time. “If this….is my last blink...well, you’ve been a good friend, too.”

Kid | Hallway

Kid blinked in, his had dipping to reveal his scruffy, badly cut hair. He adjusted it as soon as he saw where he was. As the House liked to do, it had blinked him in with his thief outfit. He was a bit surprised to appear at all really.
With that in mind, he didn't see anyone in the living room, but could hear the vague sound of footsteps out in the hall. He stepped into it, glancing around even after he noticed Enjolras.
"Hey," he said, pleased to see someone he recognized. "Anything interesting going on yet?"
Honestly, he'd liked to know if anything interesting was going on recently in the House at all.
He ... still didn't know what to do here. He was starting to suspect that the House was keeping him away because he wasn't interesting to it anymore. That was saddening. He wasn't able to watch his remaining friends here grow and change. He wasn't able to watch the House change.
It made him wonder whether it would either stop letting him appear or leave it long enough that it would feel like he was the newbie next time he blinked in.
Or maybe it was waiting for him to find some sort of purpose just as much as Kid was.
He shook that idea out of his head and instead picked up his pace until he was walking next to Enjolras. One thing was nice about the House ...
He took off his gloves.
He was damn tired of keeping his scared hands hidden. Most people who'd seen him in the House thus far knew about them by now though. So he could put the gloves away.
As usual, it was a bit of a fumble to get the white gloves off and then more so to put them away into a pocket once he had. But while he did that, he asked Enjolras, "We doing a room?"

[[ Arlo 2 || living room/hallway || Cloverleaf mintedstar/fur ]]

Arlo blinked into the living room, taking her notebook out of her pocket before taking her coat off and tossing it onto the table with a sigh. Both she and the coat were a bit damp, like she’d fallen into the ocean- again- and hadn’t really had the chance to dry completely.
She started to open the book but stopped when she realized she’d blinked. At first the room around her seemed empty, but then she heard a familiar voice from the hall and started briskly toward the doorway, wanting to catch up before the others went through a door and closed it.
Arlo paused briefly as the others came into view, Kaito, who she’d heard from the other room, and Enjolras. Had she actually seen Enjolras since she’d come back..? Her blinks had blurred together a bit, it was hard to remember what had happened when. “Hey,” she started as she continued toward them. “Mind if I join you two?”

Steve | Hallway | Open

Steve blinked into the house positioned in mid-swing, firm hands grasping tightly onto the handle of a decorated baseball bat. The weapon had been embedded with sharp nails jutting out its intimidating frame. Perspiration trickled down his bruised forehead, his startled brown eyes darted from the hallway walls to the other blinkers. His heart continued to beat at a dangerous tempo. The sickly visage of the Demogorgon was no longer in his poor line of sight but instead replaced far friendlier faces.
That, of course, made him lower his bat but he held onto it for good measure. Right beside the motley crew were doors after all...

“Yeah!” Nico called at Sol, moving forward. “I… I didn’t expect them all to fall down,” he admitted, sounding rather ashamed of himself. He should have known that would happen with how erratically the plane was moving. “So… while they’re all trying to fly the plane we should probably make sure we survive if they fail.” He was still breathing rather hard, but he was more focused on making sure they survived than he was on his own panic.
“Put… put your head through the hole in the middle,” He suggested, getting close enough to pull one closer to himself. Was he still technically a child? Would the child safety device fit him? Well… he would have to try it for now. He tried to put it on, then pulled on the cord that said “pull here.” It immediately inflated. He stumbled a few moments later, falling into a chair a few feet away, but he found the inflated vest at least made his landing a little bit softer. Now they just needed to find the adult ones.

[[ Arlo 2 || hallway/open the door room || everyone ]]

Enjolras’ tone was enough for Arlo to guess the answer to her unasked question. Either this was the first time he’d seen her since she’d returned, or it was the first him he’d realized that he’d seen her since she’d returned- in the chaos of certain blinks it could be pretty easy to miss a blinker or two.

A slight smile forming on her lips, she nodded. “Yeah. I…” she paused, trying to think of the right words. ‘Made it’? Not exactly, despite the fact that she was standing there talking to him. ‘Was okay’? Also not exactly. “Came back… somehow,” She decided finally. Her understanding of the ‘somehow’ still wasn’t very clear. “Glad to see you again- it’s been quite awhile.”

Both hearing and sensing the energy of yet another blinker, she glanced over her shoulder and spotted an unfamiliar… Newbie? It was hard to say, considering the recent spacing of her blinks. From what others had mentioned, it seemed as if a great deal of ‘time’ was passing in the House, in what had only been a bit over a week in her own world. “Hey, are you okay?” He seemed to have blinked in from a pretty bad situation. “I think we’re about to try a door, if you want to join.”

As Kid spoke again, Arlo turned back to watch him choose and enter one of the many rooms before following. “Well, this is different...” It was probably the most normal room she’d ever seen, aside from the message on the wall, which probably meant that it would be far from normal.

She glanced from the message to the other door, briefly tucking her notebook under her chin so she could reach up with her messily wrapped hands and tie her slightly damp hair back as usual since there didn’t appear to be an immediate threat. “I guess we could try it? Sounds like a trick though…” She took a couple steps toward the other door, then paused and glanced up at the painting, looking for anything that might give less obvious hints. Why give someone a puzzle and tell them how to solve it right at the start?

Percival | Living Room | Aaaaaaaanyone

"We might need to -" started the man who just blinked in, appearing mid-sentence and mid-step, angled in a way that he must have been talking to someone beside him. His style of dress looked like it was out of history, but not so far back from the 21st century that it was too dated. Give or take early 1900s fashion. Even still, he'd clearly been taken out of something and from the way his eyes widened, he didn't like it.
Spinning this way and that, he was tensed up, completely ready for something to occur.
"Were am I?" he hissed.