In Front of the Dorms, From Early Wednesday Morning
Calvin had been awake since before dawn, when some inner sense had informed him of the presence of the snow.
Since then, Calvin had been very busy. He was an artist who'd been deprived of his favourite medium for far too long, and once he'd realised that this wasn't any ordinary snow there had been no stopping him (even if Hobbes had decided to watch from under cover and call out questions and advice from a distance rather than get his fur stained, the wimp).
Soaked, and spattered and smeared with stray streaks of colour, he carefully patted snow into shape with chilled fingers. He had a vague awareness he'd been at this several hours, if only from the sheer number of twisted and tormented shapes scattered across the lawn in front of the dorms.
Calvin could be quite productive when he put his mind to it, and given what he came up with when his palette consisted solely of white, anyone passing by the dorms today was in for a surprise.
[Mostly establishy on Calvin's part, but so very open for anyone who wants to react to his handiwork.]
Since then, Calvin had been very busy. He was an artist who'd been deprived of his favourite medium for far too long, and once he'd realised that this wasn't any ordinary snow there had been no stopping him (even if Hobbes had decided to watch from under cover and call out questions and advice from a distance rather than get his fur stained, the wimp).
Soaked, and spattered and smeared with stray streaks of colour, he carefully patted snow into shape with chilled fingers. He had a vague awareness he'd been at this several hours, if only from the sheer number of twisted and tormented shapes scattered across the lawn in front of the dorms.
Calvin could be quite productive when he put his mind to it, and given what he came up with when his palette consisted solely of white, anyone passing by the dorms today was in for a surprise.
[Mostly establishy on Calvin's part, but so very open for anyone who wants to react to his handiwork.]