WHO: Scott Summers and lots of people. PLEASE TAG YOURSELF IN.
WHERE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning
WHEN: Thursday all day, starting around 9 o’clock.
WARNINGS: Fun.
SUMMARY: The students and staff are having snowfort building and snowball fight times!!
FORMAT: Quicklog or paragraph, whatever people want.
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We're just a million little gods causing rainstorms )
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The fort itself stood six feet tall with enough room for the two of them inside, plus anyone else who decided to join. There were no viewholes, but a packed set of steps that led up to parapet on which Jean could perch and command their defense strategy while Doctor McCoy took it upon himself to ready their snowball ammunition.
(ooc: yes, I'm assuming participation by Hank, cleared with the husband as he's working til midnight. feel free to attack at will!)
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"May I help? Uh... sir?"
She paused. "Is it okay to use powers?" Not caring either way, she just wanted to know what tools she would have available to her.
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The book in her hands opens of its own accord, and the pages begin to fly about, whirling about in a vortex until they knit themselves together forming the shape of a giant... man? A robot? Let's go with giant paper robot, about 8 feet tall. Maggie moves her hands and fingers, as if she was manipulating a very complex marionette, and the squarish claws on the ends of its arms scoops up snow and rapidly starts forming them into bricks.
The snow would eventually seep into the paper--reinforced by Maggie's will though it was--and make it too wet to be useful, but she was working fast enough that she should get some headway into her work before needing to find more paper.
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"...Wow. Hey! Hey, paper girl! Who are you? Whoever you are, you're my new friend!"
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With a wiggle of her hands, cupping them together, the "robot" scoops a large chunk of snow and further builds up the wall, leaving the scooped out area in front to start a moat of sorts.
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She looked up at the golem. "This book was old... got it free out of a bin, was falling apart, too hard to fix. It was about igloos so..." She smiled. "It seemed appropriate to send it off this way."
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