One would think that given it's nature, the Pocket D's ski resort could function all year round.  Of course, some might not consider it the same without the entities (and employees of such) embodying once a year special occasions.

  A certain grim faced butler steps from behind the counter in the ski lodge, and the quality of hot chocolate sold to come drops down several grades.  Certain parties have loaned out his services to the Ski resort and Redemption for the duration of the festivities.

  Nearby, several robots attempt to build a snowman without the benefit of hands.  It is an ongoing struggle.  Resolute Metal (Totally unrelated Praetorian version of Metal Mettle and in no way just a replication accident, honest) tries to wrap his laser sharp mind around certain contradictions of the season.  "Ski lodge, Ski slopes, ski instructors.  Where are these skis I keep hearind about though?  And why are there no rainbow colored ramps or yeti's eating skiers?"

So many robots. Timothius walks through the door that leads from Pocket D to the ski resort. He is wearing his winter outfit and is still a little cold. Timothius ducks his head, huddles up a little with his gloves held up to his face as he breathes on them to have the warm breath reflect back to his face.

He spots Resolute Metal and overhears the bot talk about the ski resort not having skis. "Rainbow colored ramps?" he asks, as if the yetis made as much sense as skis. Because in this world full of supers, it does. "What's that got to do with skiing?"

 "I am starting to think Ski Free may not be an accurate representation of skiing." Resolute answers.  Meanwhile, the constantly name changing Assault Bot roasts chestnuts WITH EXTREME PREDJUDICE.  Chestnuts roasting under open fire, one could say.  _{we're sorry}

  The Butler walks past three winged cat people on his way over to Timothius, and says "Hello Timothius, do you need assistance with anything?"

Does that make the fact that this is not-winged mithra Timothius stand out? Or does the fact he's a guy make him stand out more?* He looks at BB. "Oh wow... hi there. Um... Bladed Butler, right?" What? He was never a member of the villain side stuff (to the player's recollection). He claps his gloves together a few times while bouncing a few times just to warm up a little. "Not yet.. I'm thinking maybe some hot chocolate would be good to warm me up before I start skiing. You planning on doing any of the activities here, BB?" Interestingly, BB is how he remembers the guy goes by Bladed Butler.

*OOC: And then I realized.. there WAS a surprising lack of cat boys. More surprising, though, was the surprising lack of robots.

  BB is dressed as usual, the cold not bothering him or cause for fog breath.  "Of course Sir, I have some prepared stored away.  Would that be with or without tiny marshmallows?"  No, Timothius is not secretly criminal.  Unless it's so secret we don't know about it.

  OOC: Both Robots and Cat Mans seemed more prevalent on Champions.  But then, we also didn't really play on Virtue RP central in CoH.

Timothius smiles at Bladed Butler. "Gosh... thanks, BB. With marshmallows, please. Is it up in the loft?" he looks up at the loft where Father Time hangs out.

  The butler nods,  "Yes it is, I believe the yearly kidnapping of muscular babies has occurred along with the rest of the festivities."  Some days, he suspected Santa's helpers put the redcaps up to it so as to aid their candy cane supply.

  He went back up to where he had just left, pouring some totally better than what the NPCs serve Hot Chocolate from an oversized thermos and adding the expected amount of white fluffyness.  To a white fluffy person.  "Here you are then."

  Meanwhile, if you pay attention to background gags the protect bots are using modified bubble shields to launch battle drones down the ski slopes like out of control hamster balls.

OK, that looks like fun. And while white fluffy mallows to a white fluffy kitty would be fitting, this is mithra Timothius, who isn't white-furred. He does, however enjoy the hot chocolate next to the fire and smiles at BB. "Thanks. So what brings you here? The events? Or just feeling the Christmas spirit and offering good hot chocolate to people at this resort?"

  "I have been tasked by my current employer the Tharian Empress-" As opposed to Empress of the Villain Group, which is a hazy subject at times.  "To offer my services to this establishment and your own organization for the holidays.  The lighting is more to my tastes out here, at least."   Dusting in dim red lighting is HARD.

  "Unfortunately for myself, good manners are not enough to get off Santa's naughty list." candy cane bribery still seems to work though.

Timothius says, "Why were you on his naughty list, BB?"

  "Really Sir, the term Villain Group is all the reason I care to give."  Robbing banks, stabbing super heroes, trafficking in forbidden artifacts.  Not always separating the white laundry from the color laundry.

  Really, it's that last one he feels put him on the Naughty list.

Meanwhile, in retroactive land;

Angel cries, "WHYYYY?! My favorite white super suit now has yellow and blue splotches all over it!!"

Snow Miracle says, "All I wear is white... and now I can't wear anything in public until this gets fixed..."

Back to current:

Timothius ohs and says, "You and your friends should totally join the good guys. We call it the Redemption Supergroup for a reason you know; anyone can join as long as they turn from their evil ways."

  "Not my place to judge the other members morally, sir.  I am certain the feeling is mutual should any of yours indulge in their larcenous and violent tendencies more than they can get away with.  I simply aid those I work for, and aid of my kind is in surprising shortage in the Rogue Isles."

  Butlers who will make your tea and NEVER POISON IT... Well, except for the ones who ask for poison in their own tea.

One of the reasons someone as sweet as Reverie was ever villain side. OK, so she also has as much spite (maybe even more) as Maverick, but still. It looks badass when you can tell other villains "I wake up and drink poison coffee"

Timothius nods to the butler. "I wouldn't say 'surprising', considering the wealth of unprofessional attitudes among villains. You're an exception to the rule, BB." he finally sips from the hot chocolate. Timothius has a sensitive mouth and likes his consumables to be less than 85 degrees.

Imagine how much more resssspect those ssssnakes would get if they ssstarted acting professssional. "I do sssay, ol chap, as long as you keep your end of the bargain, sssso will we."

  The time BB fought Mirror Spirit involved a lot of apologizing from both of them... And a lot of silent swearing at how impossible it was to chase eachother down between the stealth on one end and teleporting on the other.  Through a cave system.

  "Good or Evil, sometimes standards remain the same.  Just like having Longbow shoot at you remains the same."

Timothius squirms. "Yeah. Never is pleasant." Of course, he's much more upset about having to fight allies than he is over what they can throw at him. Still sucks to be on the receiving end of longbow powers.

He looks down at his empty mug. "I think I'm warmed up enough for a few runs down the slope... have you given the ski slopes a shot?"

Meanwhile, at the end of the advanced ski slope, Angel flies off, does a backflip and lands in front of Ski Instructor Linzee. "Wooo! Beat my old Gold Medal score! High five!" she hops to high-five Linzee.

  Whichever Angel, hopping is something she is totally good at.

  "I have given them a few tries, yes.  I have also found that it does not count if you start at one slope then end up at the finish line of another."  Hey, if they didn't want you to ramp off into the sky and land in another lane, they shouldn't have put sweet jump pads everywhere.

Timothius nods. "Every game has rules." He heads over to the beginner coarse. "I'm gonna need to try this out a bit first before I can try the advanced coarse."

He squats a little, claps his gloves and does the whole Neo jump program routine before running forward and gliding down the slopes! "^WHEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeee_eeee..."
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 03:18, Sat 09 Nov 2013.

  The good news is the robots have finally made a snowman.  The bad news, it's at the bottom of guess what ski slope (no we don't know how nobody else obliterated it by now).

  The Butler meanwhile, simply walks down the hill.  There is plenty falling from great heights as it is around here, sometimes being leisurely is nice.