[Tattoi hadn't been in Luceti for terribly long - a few months, perhaps - but long enough to look forward to the winter weather. Anything was preferable to the stifling summer heat; even autumn's mild temperatures were an issue for him. Now, though, it was snowing and freezing - just right, he thought.
After an hour or so of roaming through the village and its surroundings, enjoying the chill and the quiet, one might be able to find him at Good Spirits. He's enjoying a nice cup of cold cocoa, as well as a large stack of cookies that he seemingly brought in himself. At either point, he's chatty, relaxed, and as friendly as he's ever been. He may even offer you a cookie.]
((ooc: he's half-artificial, very ragged and scarred, and leaking cold nitrogen mist from vents on his back, just under his gray wings. also, if you remember him and have concerns, please read the post in this journal.))
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After an hour or so of roaming through the village and its surroundings, enjoying the chill and the quiet, one might be able to find him at Good Spirits. He's enjoying a nice cup of cold cocoa, as well as a large stack of cookies that he seemingly brought in himself. At either point, he's chatty, relaxed, and as friendly as he's ever been. He may even offer you a cookie.]
((ooc: he's half-artificial, very ragged and scarred, and leaking cold nitrogen mist from vents on his back, just under his gray wings. also, if you remember him and have concerns, please read the post in this journal.))