Scattered Memories All Around *OTA*

[time_schizo]

Now that they were finally leaving Russia, Martini found he was almost reluctant to leave the snow. Sure, it left him leaving uncomfortably cold and wet, and he did have to wear far too many layers over his gorgeous body, but he had come to enjoy the icy terrain. The isolation provided by the frozen tundra was something he would be sure to miss.

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[acold_burden]

Cassie was in a hurry, rushing out the doors and tromping through the snow. She had a worried look on her face as she went. With her mind set, she noticed Martini smiling. She held up a hand, waving.

[time_schizo]

Martini was not sure if the girl was entirely there or just another one of his phantoms. Either way, it seemed rude not to wave back, so he did, albeit more distracted than his usual manner.

[acold_burden]

An idea popped into her head and she grinned at him. "Hey," Cassie called. "Wanna help me with a project?" Maybe he could lend a hand, although she planned on doing it alone as to not look stupid.

[time_schizo]

His interest perked, Martini made a great effort to focus solely on the present going on around him, as tempting as it was just to sink back into the blissful daze he had been in. "I'd love to. Just what, pray tell, are we doing?"

[acold_burden]

Her grin grew wider. "Make a snowman. I've wanted to make one since we got here." It was childish, but what could she say? Cassie never got to make one before and this could be her last chance.

[time_schizo]

Martini grinned happily. Cassie was smart, enlisting the man who had about the eternal mindset of an eight year old boy. Despite all the time he had spent on base, Mark had never made a snowman. "You're talking to the right mutant!"

He left his position of leaning against the tree, and loped over to where Cassie was. "A grrrreaaat big one!" He enthusiastically held his arms apart to show just how big he was talking about.

[acold_burden]

This brightened her day. The whole moving thing had gotten her down, but someone was willing to help her in her snowman-making quest.

Cassie's eyes widened. "Can a snowman be that big?..." She saw one once where she used to live, but it was the size of a little three year old boy.

[time_schizo]

Mark shrugged, kicking at the white snow packed in all around them. He was in good spirits "I dunno. Never built one before. But might as well shoot for the stars since its our last hurrah and all."

[acold_burden]

Lucky for Cassie she'd been wearing her gloves the entire day. She dropped down to sit on the cold snowy ground and began to make a little ball of snow. "We could take some with maybe?" Although, she wasn't sure how that exactly would go over with the rest of the team.

[time_schizo]

Martini crouched down beside her, slowly rolling snow into a small, lopsided pile. It stung his bare hands a little, but he ignored the numbing sensation. He nodded at Cassie's suggestion. "Then we could throw snowballs at people we don't like when we get bored."

[acold_burden]

"That would be a little mean," Cassie giggled. She really hadn't met anyone on the team yet that she didn't like. Other than that sneaky little dog who stole a cookie from her. She wouldn't mind hitting him with a big snowball...

She looked at him with a head tilt. "Do you want a pair of gloves?"

[time_schizo]

"Yes, but extremely funny." He could think of quite a few members of the team he'd like to pelt with a snowball. One with a rock in it.

Martini looked down with some surprise at his bare hands. Honestly, he barely remembered to put on his shoes, and that was only because he hated having cold feet. "No thanks. I'd only end up losing them."