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!

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm just that good at thinking outside the box! [Here comes another bucket chuck.]

[burninglight]

[That’s what you think, because Ardyn’s deploying his secret weapon.]

[WARP-TACKLE]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Wha-oof! [aaaand into the snow they both go]

You crazy bastard!

[burninglight]

You’re damn right I am. You just noticed?

[motherfucking_ghost]

You know this puts you in a precarious position, right?

[burninglight]

...Wait, what?

[motherfucking_ghost]

[whap, that's a handful of snow smooshed against your head]

Can't miss when you're right on top of me!

[burninglight]

WHY.

[thisis your life now. forever.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Hold on hold on. Lemmie fix this.

[whap from the other side]

There, now that's more evened up.

[burninglight]

[you asked for it]

[whomp, snow right in ya damn face.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[There's a muffled noise that indicates OH MY GOD IT'S COLD, and more muffled noise that is him sputtering and attempting to speak.]

Worth it! I have no regrets!

[burninglight]

You’re a dumbass.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He wipes some snow from his dumb stupid face.]

Damn straight.

[And leans up to smooch his husband with his cold wet lips. Like a dog's nose.]

[burninglight]

[bold of you to assume this a deterrent]

Idiot.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You're the dumb shit that wouldn't move. Dummy.

[burninglight]

You dumped a bucket of snow on me. You monster.

[motherfucking_ghost]

It's me. The handsomest monster you married.

My face is turning into a fucking icicle.

[burninglight]

I’m fucking frigid and completely soaked, let’s get back inside before we end up sick on top of that.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I blame you for the whole thing.

[burninglight]

It's not my fault you've a face in need of a snowball.

[Ardyn got back to his feet, holding out a hand.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

And it's not my fault you can't dodge a bucket. [Yes plz help up. He brushes the rest of the snow off.] Your reflexes are going in your old age, gramps.

[burninglight]

Keep that up and I'll throw you into the nearest snowbank.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Or maybe you'll warp into one and do it to yourself.

[burninglight]

I will do no such thing.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Maybe I'll telegraph plainly that I'm going to push you into a snowbank, and you'll do absolutely nothing to stop it.