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District 7 is even colder than Walter remembers it being, and that's saying something. He's thankful that Caro's speech is held inside - outside's more or less a blizzard, at the moment - and even if 7 is about as bad off as 12 is, they still manage a reception that can be called reasonably warm, given the circumstances. It's a better atmosphere than the one he was greeted with on his Victory Tour, at least. Still he mostly suffers through the party despite it, and despite the refreshments. He sees very little of 7's resident Victors, especially Murphy, but that's mostly to be expected. They're not sociable people. Not in this setting, at least.

He gives Weyoun credit that the Escort tries to get them free of the festivities and back to the train as soon as they can - but he goes and throws something of a wrench in those plans. They're not going back to the train. Not tonight, no. He's going to go visit with Murphy while he has the goddamn opportunity to. The rest of the team can skip it if they want, he doesn't care.

Soo now he's trudging up the icy, snowy path road to the Victor's Village. It's not even that long of a walk but it's uphill and... well, 12 gets cold and icy, but not like this. He's wearing the best fucking coat he could find and about four layers of clothes and he's still fucking freezing. And Murphy's house would be the last fucking one in the row. <I>Goddamn you antisocial bastard,</I> as if Walter isn't exactly the same way.

He's grateful when he does finally reach the goddamn steps of the house. It's basically the same as all the others, not even really all that different from the ones in 12's Victor's Village. The brief cacophony of barking that greets him when he knocks is something else entirely. How many more dogs has he even gotten since last time?

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Caro has a harder time with this stop. She gets through the speech okay, but she's not really in a party mood. She's grateful when Weyoun tries to shepherd them back to the train early, though she also feels bad. She hasn't even managed to see Murphy anywhere. So Walter's announcement that he's staying behind to see Murphy is perfect. She immediately asks to tag along.

So here Caro is, trudging through an alarming amount of snow. She stays behind Walter to keep out of the worst of the wind, but it's still really fucking cold. She has no idea how people live in this district. She almost doesn't realize when they make it to Murphy's house, she's so focused on putting one foot in front of the other. She hangs back a little. As nice as Murphy's been, she's still a little apprehensive. And then Walter knocks, and apparently Murphy has literally every dog. That is a lot of barking.

She tries to make some smart remark to Walter, but it's too cold for her to do much besides stand there and shiver in her ridiculous number of layers. Even with the scarf over her face, the cold and wind are making her scars hurt something awful. She fidgets and hopes Murphy comes to the door soon.