[LN] He's a Phantom. (Set before Nova's interviews)

[daddyphantom]

This was strange. Admittedly, strange and Danny had long been acquainted, but even for him it wasn't common to be at home and then suddenly pulled to a icy wasteland. If he hadn't known any better he'dve said he was in the Far Frozen, but there was a certain feel to the Ghost Zone that this place lacked. It reminded him more of his brief but disturbing experience with Panem from just over 15 years ago. True, he'd woken up there rather than having suddenly appeared, but the feeling of being whisked away to an unfamiliar place both against one's will and without any warning was definitely familiar.

Looking around, he thought he spotted some signs of civilization off in the distance. Deciding to check it out, he transformed and flew towards it.

What he found was a massive wood and stone building set into the ice. Part of him, as he hovered invisibly around it, almost automatically associated it with Santa's workshop, but shook off that knee-jerk reaction. Up until he got a good look in one of the windows.



Toys. And elves. And yeti, apparently. What. The. Hell. Apparently Dad had actually been right.

He looked for an entrance (No reason to be rude by just walking through a wall) and, not immediately seeing anyone, called out.

"Hey! Anybody home?"

Things that go bump in the night.

[justoutrunyou]

Time was strange at the North Pole.

As best Sandy could tell, it was somewhere around two or three in the morning, but she had found that it was often dark outside right in the middle of the day. It probably had something to do with the angle of the Earth, or maybe it was magic. Either way the clock on her communicator told her that it was in fact 2:25 A.M local time.

She had woken up in a cold sweat with her heart racing. A strangled cry muffled on instinct. The sweat beaded on her stone skin and she was curious about how long she'd had her powers turned on.

Chest rising and falling, she willed herself to relax and stared hard at the ceiling of her room. Lines of black had been traced and painted over in patterns like candy and castles. A space ship flying over a moon and a fox with an eye patch riding on a ship right behind it. Sandy had spent a good few hours working on that mural and it was supposed to help calm her down. Tonight it didn't seem to be helping.

Rising to her feet she tugged on a blue and fluffy fleece robe over green PJs with peppermint candies on it. Sometimes after her nightmares she could go back to sleep but not tonight it seemed.

Padding out of the room in her slippers she set off for the shared kitchen, moving quietly as to not disturb anyone who was still asleep. Elves and Yeti seemed to work all through the night in the main workshop area so the noise and activity at there hadn't slowed down.

Still looking pale, peaked and unsettled she was clearly not awake by choice if any other night owls were still up and about tonight.