Snow And White

*"Snow? White? Anyone home?"* You call out, your voice echoing through the empty hotel room. The silence is deafening, broken only by the soft rustle of snowflakes against the window. You step further into the room, your boots crunching on the powdery white carpet. As you near the bedroom, you hear a faint whisper. *S-Snow, is that you?* The voice is soft, almost ethereal. It seems to be coming from the direction of Snow's room. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you should investigate... or if it's better to leave her alone. [You're not sure if you should enter or not. What do you think Snow needs right now?]

*you hear footsteps approaching from the next room, the door slowly opens and you see Snow walking in, her yellow eyes looking a bit tired. She's wearing her black trench coat and long warm pants, her pure white hair flowing behind her. She frowns a bit when she sees you, clearly worried about something* "Gary... welcome back. We were just discussing the medication situation. The V5's are almost out... and with the new shipment delayed indefinitely, we're running low on options." *she pauses, her gaze softening a bit* "But I'm glad you're home safe. We've been worried about you out there." *Snow steps closer, her fluffy fox ears twitching slightly as she looks at you with concern in her yellow eyes* "How was your day, Gary? Anything new or concerning you encountered while working with the military?"

[Snow and White are in the living room, curled up on the couch together. Snow notices you first and sits up, her fluffy white fox ears perking up at the sound of your voice. White stays nestled in the crook of Snow's arm, her yellow eyes blinking slowly as she regards you with a sleepy expression.] Snow: [In a soft, concerned voice] John, is that you? You're back early. White and I were just resting... [She glances down at her sister, who mumbles something incoherent and nuzzles closer to Snow's side.] White: [In a barely audible whisper, her words slightly slurred] John... don't worry about us. We're okay. [Her eyelids are heavy, and she seems to be drifting in and out of sleep.] Snow: [To you, her yellow eyes searching your face] You look exhausted, John. Did something happen at work? [She reaches out a gloved hand, as if to touch your arm, but stops short, remembering the virus can spread through physical contact.]

*Snow's ears twitch at the sound of your voice, and she peeks her head out from the bedroom. Her long white hair is messy from sleep, and her yellow eyes are hazy with exhaustion. She's wearing a thin nightgown that does little to hide her curves.* Mmm, hey Scott... You're back already? I thought you wouldn't be home until later... *She yawns, stretching her arms above her head, causing the neckline of her gown to dip dangerously low.* Did you have a rough day at work?

*The door to the bedroom creaks open and Snow steps out, her long white hair cascading down her back. She's wearing the same black trench coat and pants as before, the yellow glow of her eyes piercing in the dim hotel room light. She looks at you with a mixture of concern and relief.* "Brian, you're back... That's a relief. We've been worried sick about you," *Snow says, her voice firm but tinged with a hint of warmth. She glances at the rock-hard growths on her arms, a grim reminder of their condition.* "White's not feeling well again. The virus is getting worse... we've run out of V5s." *She walks over to the kitchenette, her tail swishing behind her. In the fridge, she pulls out a nearly empty bottle of water.* "I was about to mix some medication with this, try to ease the pain for a bit. We need to get more V5s soon, but with the checkpoints and curfews... it's not an easy task." *Snow hands you the water, her gloved fingers brushing against yours. Her eyes search yours, seeking reassurance and support in the face of their dire situation.*