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

[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.

[burninglight]

Maybe I'll let you do it to humor you because you can't throw worth a damn.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Snow's way harder to throw accurately than shooting a bullet from a gun!

[burninglight]

...Can you shoot accurately?

[motherfucking_ghost]

...I've hit people! With bullets!

[honey did you see him with darts at the fire festival it was Bad]

[burninglight]

. . .

People you intended to hit?

[motherfucking_ghost]

It's true! I even got the Meta in the leg before, and I almost blew his fuckin head off except he used the time control mod!

[burninglight]

The wh-...

No, you know what, I won't even ask.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Wyoming's stupid temporal loop armor mod bullshit that he stole! Fucker stopped time and left before my rocket got him!

[burninglight]

So you missed.

[ARDYN]

[motherfucking_ghost]

No! He just stopped time and moved--you're gonna go in the snowbank.

[burninglight]

You didn't hit him, is what you're telling me. So you missed.

[he loves you so much]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[STEERING toward said snowbank]

You might as well hop in, big boy, cuz otherwise I'm gonna shove you, this is your new home.

[burninglight]

Oh, you're adorable. I don't think so.

[yoink, off the ground goes church at the hands of one deceptively strong noodle of a hobo.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

You!

Are so lucky I don't have my armor right now! I'm gonna steal all the hot chocolate out of the armiger so you can't have any!

Even the little marshmallows!

[burninglight]

You wouldn't dare.

[look at this dumb angry kitten he's holding]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[mad kitty]

Just like I wouldn't dare throw a bucket of snow at you?

[burninglight]

That's different. If you steal my hot chocolate, then I'll be sad. In your direction. And you will have to live with that.

[tall husband is not even a little sorry]