Dashing through the snow! (Party-Thread)!

[smithnjones]

((OOC: A party thread! When was the last one? I don't remember! Basically, anyone can respond to anyone in this post! So join in! There'll be another snowball fight for the Gauche area soon!))

It's snowing in Chicago! who knows if it's enough for a snowball fight, but dammit we'll pretend.

JD had come back to the Conrad to tell Ariel where he's

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[scorching_black]

New friends for Sirius, yay!

He's standing on the outskirts right now, just watching, but he'll probably jump in any minute.

Be the first to say hello and he might be on your side! He's a Gryffindor like that.

[callinallfreaks]

Huck's been watching the fight with a slightly amused expression on her face -- the sort of expression that shows her to be all of fifteen and therefore far too old for any old snowball fight, but she still thinks it looks like way too much fun. She's just too proud to join in when she doesn't know anyone.

Wait. That's a familiar face. He hasn't noticed her, but then, last time they met she wasn't in human form, so there's no reason he'd see anything special about the scruffy girl behind the trees near him, right?

Huck very carefully balls up some snow, then flings it in the direction of Sirius's head. And then stands back and smirks, waiting for him to notice her.

[scorching_black]

It's amazing how like Padfoot Sirius sounds when he yelps and starts looking around for the perp.

"....hi," he says, when he sees Huck. "did you, maybe just now with the snowball?"

[callinallfreaks]

Huck raises her eyebrows at him, though the accompanying smirk defies her innocent facade. She leans on the tree, crossing her arms.

"Maybe," she says. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"

[nothingsodivine]

There is a Des. In the snow. He's just come back from his office (the doors, if anyone's interested, apparently decided that Golden Earring's 'Twilight Zone' was appropriate mood music) to make sure it hadn't exploded or anything since he's been gone and had intended on a walk, but... Well, he is often a child and who is he to resist a good snowball fight.

So he is just going to stealthily sneak up behind a tree and wait for Martha to come into range and give her an UNEXPECTED SNOWBALL TO THE BACK out of... Love. Really. Because love is totally throwing snowballs at your girlfriend's back.

[nowinprint]

Dmitri is heading back from the Conrad, where she was training with Mitsuki and getting the basics of Archangel hand-to-hand down. She's tired but energized - how's that for a contradiction in terms - and still hasn't shut her brain off from thinking tactically.

So when she sees Des? Who she's still going to abduct for drinks, by the way?

Well, the only logical thing is to wait until the instant he lets his own snowball fly and give him a cold, wet present to the BACK OF THE NECK.

And then dive for cover.

[nothingsodivine]

Des yells IN AN EXTREMELY MANLY MANNER AND NOT ALL LIKE A GIRL, THANK YOU, and whirls around. "Okay, that's fighting dirty, and what kind of person hits a man in the back anyway?"

Never mind that he was... Sort of going to hit Martha in the back. SEMANTICS. He bends down and scoops up another handful of snow. "Don't worry, my friend, if God doesn't judge you, you have a giant ball of frozen goodness coming your way."

...That totally made all the sense. It's possible that Des is trying to lure people out into the open by being confusing.

[nowinprint]

"Desislav," calls back... what appears to be a bush... "all's fair in love, war, and snowball fights. Not my fault the back of your head makes for an appealing target."

And with that there's a snowy curveball sailing over the top of the bush toward the front of Des' head. 'cause apparently Des just makes a good target in general.

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys loves the snow. She used to get in trouble back when she taught kindergardeners because she used to let them get into epic snowball. Not just let them--she would lead them.

But one has to let one's entrance be subtle. Or something like that. Gladys never did spend too much time around the military types, so she never really picked up on the ability to stratigize. But she's being careful now, just biding her time until the right moment, working on the perfect snowball until it's time...

[theshameofcain]

Bambi was just on her afternoon walk (friggin' snow) when she heard the snowball fight going on... And okay, she hasn't had a snowball fight in the entirety of ever and she's... Never actually thought they'd be fun at all. Really. She's much too smart for that sort of thing.

She's just going to turn around and go back to her shop and continue working for her crazy bosses. Yes, that is what she'll do.

Apparently, no on ever told Bambi that targets moving away from snowball fights are very appealing and oh look, she's right in Gladys's line of sight!

[cookiesandhugs]

AND NOW IS THE TIME!

Gladys might have actually yelled it if she wasn't make-believing that she knew some form of strategy or something. Instead, she brings back her arm, closes one eye to aim, and then lets fly.

She's got a pretty good arm, for an old lady. It flies towards Bambi's back, and before it gets there, Gladys has settled herself behind a bench, grabbing at the snow around her to make a second one. She's so damn pleased with herself she can hardly contain it.

[theshameofcain]

Bambi shrieks and flails her arms and instinctively her wings come out- white and almost blending in with the snow despite the dark tips. She whirls around and glowers in the general direction of the bench and oh fuck no. Is she being harassed by old ladies?

"Oh that's it, Granny!" She shouts, stooping down and grabbing herself some snow and packing it into a very annoyed ball.

Hey, the old lady drew first blood.

[allmydiredreams]

Babel was about to go find a coffeeshop to stake herself out in (and possibly get somebody to buy her something, because even though ice cream is awesome, it's also cold outside and hot chocolate is almost as awesome) when she saw the fight. Well, really, she felt the happiness coming from the direction of the park, and then heard the yelling, and then wandered over to see what was going on. And promptly walked into the fight itself, smiling at everyone but not throwing any snowballs just yet.

She's got a snowball, though; she's just saving it, holding onto it as she ducks other snowballs, the wet snow soaking through her sweater sleeves she'd pulled over her hands. What she's saving her snowball for is anybody's guess.

[the_vesmier]

The Vesmier is out for a walk.

Contrary to a great many recommendations to the point, he has not found thus far that they help him clear his mind. They do, however, afford him something to do while he's not doing anything else, and give him a better sense of the layout of the City.

He notices an altercation taking place in Grant Part and pauses, alarmed. But a cursory mental brush reveals not violence and aggression, but...

Well. That's... interesting.

There's a Vesmier paused at the periphery of the battle, watching it as though trying to divine its secrets. Really... he is.

[allmydiredreams]

Oho! Someone who does not know about the wonder of snowball fights! Babel herself actually remembers not knowing about them either, and has found that the best way to understand anything is to dive right in. Possibly this is a subjective opinion.

This matters not to Babel. She lobs the snowball right at Ves. She was aiming for his chest, not being the type to lob things at people's heads unless provoked, and didn't do too badly, really, as the snowball plants itself somewhere near the vicinity of his left shoulder.

[the_vesmier]

The Vesmier did not see that coming. Nor, after it hits him, is he at all sure how to react.

He looks down at the splotch of snow on his sweater, blinks at it, raises a hand to brush it off... then thinks that perhaps he'd like to know who threw it at him and why and if there are rules of engagement or protocol he's supposed to be following here, and if it was merely his presence or some incidental gesture or sign that wrote him into this encounter, or...

He ends up glancing around with an openly quizzical look on his face, 'cause hey, he just got hit with a snowball. As odd as this Chicago is, this may be the most confusing thing since Gallifrey.

[angel_of_prey]

Egon is out for a walk. Again. It's getting to be a habit. But today, there's snow, so that's something! He's always been somewhat ambivalent about snow. Not a lot of snowball fights and the like went on in 18th century Germany, at least not where he grew up, and after that... well. He never really cared enough to find someone willing to humiliate themselves in public along with him.

His attention is drawn to the somewhat intense snowball war going on in the park, and he stops and stares. Why. Just... why.

[sensi_doctor]

JD is the worst shot. It was luck that got his snowball hitting Martha in the first place. He is not good with the aiming and he throws like a little girl that has never had to do physical labor or play sports of any kind.

So most of his snowball throwing completely misses its mark.

Including this one, which swings around and hits Egon. Accidentally. Oops.

"Sorry!" JD calls, loudly. This guy looks like he could totally kick his ass.

Uh, most... guys look like that, but still.

[angel_of_prey]

Egon blinks in incomprehension at the splatter of snow on his arm, then raises his eyes to regard JD and cocks an eyebrow. "Sorry, huh?" he says flatly. It may come across as menacing, just a little bit.

I can't believe I'm doing this. He starts stalking forward, throwing off waves of annoyance and irritation, finally coming to a stop in front of the rather terrified-looking kid. "Your aim sucks," he says, corner of his mouth quirking up into a smile. "Need a hand?"

[sensi_doctor]

JD squeaks and straightens at the flat response. He nods, over and over, and considers running when this big guy approaches him. However, he's frozen with fear.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

And then there's an offer of help. JD blinks. Several times.

"...Seriously? Yes. Yes, thank you!"