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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[motherfucking_ghost]

[It's more snow. That's just...that's just great, cuz he didn't get enough snow up in the mountain of wiggly time.

Church is bundled up, at least, rather then braving it in his armor. That wouldn't be fair, after all. Squinting across the way at people running around. Hm...y'know, maybe he could make a snowman...maybe he can make a snowman with Ardyn and they can supplement it with ice magic...]

[burninglight]

[Gosh, that would be fun. Know what else is fun, Church?]

[A snowball, flying right at you from a direction with a very conspicuous afterimage left near some cover.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[THWAP

He doesn't go down, but it's a near thing, just from the surprise of it.]

Hey! Don't think I don't see you over there!

[burninglight]

I don't think that you do!

[Said the snow fort in a tone of utter smartassery.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

When did you build a fucking snow fort? How long have you been out here? If you catch a cold, I'm just gonna sit back and laugh at you!

...Can't believe I sound like Yuyu...

[burninglight]

I am a man of myriad talents who didn't remotely cheat with magic.

Duck.

[SNOWBALL!]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Duck! Ducking in this case actually is more like flopping into the snow. But! It's for a purpose! That purpose is snowball.

...You know Church throwing snowballs isn't gonna go well. But he's damn well gonna try lobbing a bunch into the fort!]

[burninglight]

[Honey, we all know you couldn't hit the broad side of a garulessa two feet from your face.]

[In fact it's so concerning that Ardyn would poke his head out because what's even going on out there.]

Are you even trying? Now I almost feel bad.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[One goes soaring over Ardyn's head. At least...it's in the right direction.]

I'm just...keeping a safe distance, it's throwing off my aim. And the bulky clothes!

[burninglight]

[Well in that case he's gonna come out in the open.]

I'm sure that's all it is, yes.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[You know what sort of things are in the armiger? Something's gotta be in there that can act as some sort of scooping mechanism. A shovel or a bucket or something.

Which he's going to summon up and start getting a nice scoopful of snow.]

[burninglight]

Are you really going to throw a bucket at me?

[just tossing a snowball to himself]

You might damage my pretty face.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He certainly seems intent on approaching with a bucket of snow.]

If snow's enough to damage your face, you need a doctor, my dude.

[burninglight]

You're not seriously going to just overturn a bucket merely because you can't hit me.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You think I'm not gonna toss a bucket of snow at you in retaliation? Ardyn. C'mon. We're married.

[burninglight]

You could just get better aim and not resort to something absurd.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[His steady approach is now faster and boy you best warp out of the way cuz these arms are meant for throwing snow!!!]

[burninglight]

Wh--oh, come on--

[This was apparently the wrong time to call a bluff, because Ardyn phased half a second too late and ended up covered in an entire bucket's worth of snow.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

You dumbass. [He means it with the utmost affection.] You just stood there and watched.

[burninglight]

I didn't think you would actually--ohfuckingShivait'sinmyshirt--

[This is his life now, this is how he dies. Again.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

You know me! You know-- [He bends over, hands on his knees, because holy shit watching Ardyn dance the 'SNOW IN MY SHIRT' dance is the most hilarious thing he's seen in a while.] You--you're--

[burninglight]

[savor this moment because he is sure wiggling like there is no tomorrow]

Why are you like this?!

[motherfucking_ghost]

You doubted me, you stupid asshole!

[burninglight]

You dumped a bucket of snow on me!

[founderinglight]

[distantly there is the sound of your brother stopping to laugh his ass off and immediately getting hit in the side of his head by Lin or somebody

Worth it.]