Toasty the Snowman

Dear Aces:

This is another persona of an already established Researcher (B4). You don't have to feel obligated to send a welcome message. Unless you just wanna chat 'cause you're lonely...

Overview:
With every breath, B4 seems to swell in all the wrong places. His head grows rounder, causing his cap to sidle up to its crown and sit askance. His upper torso inflates so that he literally looks barrel-chested. His legs puff up and begin to merge tightly together, becoming one large globular mass. His arms, however, have narrowed to the size of sticks. The woodland camouflage outfit he’d worn has washed out and become completely white.

There is a sudden gust of wind that wafts across the trail, spinning little drifts of snowflakes in its wake. As the sound tapers off and the wind passes on, a myriad of the little crystalline flakes cling to B4’s upper body. They coalesce and become opaque, taking on the appearance of a hunter green tartan plaid waistcoat. A gold watch chain dangles from one pocket. The snowflakes that clung to B4’s cap have transmuted it into a black bowler hat. The snowy crystals that had draped off one arm like a long icicle now bear the shape of a large black umbrella (closed, of course).

It is very plain to see that this is no longer B4. Rather, standing in the back of the wagon gawking with incredulity stands…


…Toasty the Snowman!]

Hey-ho, folks, what—pray tell—has happened here? Oh, my! This is, to coin a phrase I swear I heard very recently, “curiouser and curiouser.” {He winks at Caerwynn, and one of his black coal eyes folds in on itself momentarily, then reappears.} Ooh, that felt very strange.

Hmmm… Let’s take stock of the situation, shall we? I seem to be made of ice and snow. Three main sections: a base, a torso, and a head. Check, check, check. Hard packed, so as not to fall apart easily. Arms made of small tree limbs and—oh!—opposable twigs! How novel. Eyes of coal. Right. Carrot for a nose. Alright. And a mouth laid in with thick, bright red yarn. Hmmm… Seems to be all in order.

{Surveys his surroundings. His head makes a full circuit of 360 degrees.}
Ah, and THAT’s a handy feature! {He smiles.} Nice day for an outing. Plenty warm enough, isn’t it?


[The intervening adventure can be found at "Fetching the Goo Spruce 2003" F38024?thread=355779]


{Having wasted away to nothing more than a derby bowler hat atop a thin spindle of packed snow with two limbs sticking out at odd angles, with a hunter green plaid waistcoat hanging limply from them, Toasty collapses in a heap in the snow.}

Ummf...

{The snow that once comprised Toasty splatters and dissipates in swirling eddies across the white blanket covering the woods. All that remains is the bowler hat, the waiscoat (with the pocketwatch still in its pocket), the two limbs, and--lying atop the snow in perfect imitation of a jolly visage--the coal eyes, the carrot nose, and the thick red yarn of his mouth.}
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Frosty the Snowman
Had to hurry on his way
But he waved good-bye
Saying don't you cry
I'll be back again someday

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