The Great Snow Fight of 2019

[fistsofchange]

Who: Everyone
What: People pack snow into little balls and throw them at each other
When: January 30st and probably on and off for a couple of days after
Where: The grounds outside Keystone
Warnings: The weather outside is frightful

There's...not always a lot to do around Keystone Station. Sure there's books and video games and movies but for someone like Lin, who gets antsy when she's cooped up inside for too long, that only holds her attention for so long.

And then it started snowing.

There's only one thing to do about that.

-1-

It was quiet out. Maybe...TOO quiet.

All of the sudden, snowballs started flying out of the gloom, often from strange directions (like directly overhead.). It was followed by the sound of Lin's laughter. Someone's trying to start some shit.

Sure, she COULD have just invited everyone outside and told them, but this seemed more fun.

-2-

After a while, word got around and more people started getting into the spirit of it. Now it's not hunt and ambush so much as just a ton of people in a big confusing melee. Forts have been built. Tenuous alliances have been made. Factions are betraying each other at the drop of a hat, and everything is chaos.

Truly, war is hell.

-3-

This is the prompt for people who have had enough snow fighting for now and are huddled together in the kitchen, where a big ol' pot full of spiced cider is gently simmering on the stovetop making the room nice and warm and also making it smell amazing.

[OOC: Prompt 1 is obviously more focused on Lin specifically, but feel free to use the other 2 for general mingling!

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[hardbargain]

[Soaked doesn't even begin to cover how much of a mess Nyx is, the brace on his knee still clumped with snow and a towel around his shoulders to catch the dripping from his braids. He's limping pretty significantly when he sees Izunia and... well actually with wet hair and how wiped out he is he isn't for sure which twin it is right away but he's going to flop on top of him either way.

So here, Izunia, there's a wet Glaive leaning on you, peeling off his soaked jacket and gloves to toss on the floor for the moment before slumping half into your lap.]

That was fun... but fucking ow.

[founderinglight]

[Ah, hello there. There's just a pause before Izunia pulls a dark blue towel out of his Armiger and drops it without any ceremony at all onto Nyx's head.]

You're dripping, dear.

[Which is probably identifying enough even if the blue wasn't.]

Cocoa, or are you just going to lament the outcome of your choices there?

[hardbargain]

[Look he didn't want to assume they color coordinated everything and with Zuzu handing out towels like it's going out of style maybe Ardyn had gotten fussed at with a blue blanket. Anything could happen. The dear definitely makes it clear who he's sitting on, though.

He laughs softly, trading the wet towel around his shoulders for the new one and gently squeezing out his braids again.]

Cocoa later, slower warming and lamentation now. I'm absolutely soaked.

[Time to start prying off his boots.]

[founderinglight]

So I've noticed.

[Buddy he just got into dry pants and then you got your wet hair all over them.

Once Nyx has his shoes off, a pair of soft socks - purple and grey stripes - and a pair of fluffy slippers also go onto his head. Shhh, Izunia is practicing his stacking.]

And sore too, I'd imagine.

[hardbargain]

[Izunia will be horrified to discover that the boots come off and the fool doesn't have socks on at all. At least they were laced tight enough that his feet aren't really wet. His pants, however, are completely saturated. So he laughs at the piling and shakes his head to send socks and slippers tumbling back into Izunia's lap. Just long enough to sit up and unfasten the brace on his knee, hissing as the compression and restraint releases.

From there he pushes to his feet for a moment and Izunia would be forgiven for thinking Nyx was going to just strip down right there. The button of his pants goes first, then the towel is carefully tied around his waist so he can unzip and shuck his soaked pants into the armiger to deal with later.]

Sore as hell, yeah. [Sighed as he flops back down on the couch in his damp tee and towel alone. The position and size of the towel showing off the one bit of ink Izunia hasn't seen, crawling up the outside of his left thigh.]

[founderinglight]

Of course you would push as hard and fast as you can.

[Why should he be surprised?

Don't mind him admiring the view there, Nyx, he is but one man.]

Well, if you should need more of my towels, do say something. Otherwise, make yourself comfortable.

[hardbargain]

You expected something different?

[Because really, Zuzu if you did you're nuts.

Please, appreciate away. He's not broken anymore so he's quite content to be admired. Though he does cock a brow at that. Really, Izunia? Huh... somehow the idiot hadn't quite caught on to that particular interest before. Something to do with all the trauma, surely.]

'm gonna. You're kinda bony for a pillow, though. [Just a little teasing as he leans into the redhead again, this time poking him lightly in the arm to illustrate his point.]