In the meadow, we can build a snowman...

[hesourhostage]

In the courtyard of the Main Gauche, there is pandemonium and anyone in the area might be treated to the sounds of shrieking and giggling and if one were to investigate the matter, they'd find Piper and Andrew running around like a couple of crazy children, throwing snow at each other. Apparently, Andrew's cure for Piper's family-related blues (

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[gunslingersai]

Roland does not understand. In fact, there just isn't snow where he comes from so seeing people run around throwing handfuls of white, fluffy, cold at each other is a little confusing for him.

He finds it amusing though to watch, in his own, almost creepy kind of way. It's nice to see smiles and laughter in a city so filled with grief and pain.

[homoraptor]

Malek wandered out when he noticed that there was a snowball fight going on. He'd got a ball packed up and everything, ready to hop into the game without asking, and then...

Hey, someone watching! Watching's as good as playing.

So Malek, not nearly so stealthily as he'd like to believe, wanders up a few paces from Roland and... tosses the ball sideways toward his face.

Any semblance of subtlety that survived Malek just quietly being Malek is abruptly slaughtered by the fact that he immediately begins whistling the I'm ever so innocent tune.

[gunslingersai]

Roland blinks when a snowball hits the side of his face. Yes, he's... not good at having a better reaction than that. He turns and raises his eyebrows in the direction of the whistling.

"I trust you're not trying to be subtle, are you?" Roland reaches down and picks up a handful of snow, packing it up and tossing it at the man before turning to run toward the main snowball fight, calling over his shoulder, "I just thought you should know, it isn't working!"

[homoraptor]

Malek, perhaps misunderstanding the point of snowball fights or perhaps understanding it slightly too well, actually ducks into the snowball like a footballer, shattering it on the top of his head before he swoops to pick up more snow.

"Aakh, daddy never 'aught me 'suttle', say it t'Lashte's great dismay," he says, and pulls an EPIC MOCK WIBBLE before charging toward the fray and letting the snowball fly. "No use for suttle, 'ow 'bout you?"

[thecellsiam]

Oh, Aubrey heard that pandemonium. And while pandemonium might not be all that uncommon, it's been quiet recently, and this sort of pandemonium is happier. Less of the shrieking and running and more of the laughing and shouting.

So xe goes to peer down into the courtyard, and when xe sees who is causing the noise, wanders downstairs, and then out to the edge of the fighting arena (as defined by where the snow was messed up, at least), hands shoved in pockets. It's not as if xe's got a coat, but it's not that cold out, anyway. Sweatshirts are just as good.

"Can I join?" xe calls over to them.

[savesomelight]

Piper lets out another shriek as Andrew hits her with another snowball when she stops to wave at Aubrey, and bursts into a fit of hysterical giggles. "Truce! Time out! Parlay! Something! I dunno!" Andrew immediately stops and goes to work on another snowball in preperation for win the game resumes and Piper takes advantage of the situation to run over to Aubrey.

"Of course you can!" She beams. "You have got to help me get Andrew. His aim's better than mine, which is really weird, because he throws like a girl, but he throws like a girl who can actually hit a target, so.."

And.. All of that is said in one breath. Well done, Piper.

[thecellsiam]

Aubrey needs no persuading. The minute Piper give the okay, xe's gathering a ridiculous amount of snow into xes hands, chuckling at Piper's explanation of Andrew.

"No problem, Miss Ramble McRambleface, we'll get him good and...uh, well, it'll be good at any rate." Xe grins up at her, then stands, packing all the snow into something vaguely resembling a small football. Xe looks at it, then looks at Andrew, then back at Piper.

"We don't really have to tell him the truce is over, right?"

[savesomelight]

Piper giggles at the nickname and starts packing snow herself, glancing at Andrew over her shoulder, still innocently packing away at his snowball.

"Noooo," she says with a rather devilish grin.

Hey, no one ever said there were rules in snowball wars.

[carmine_the_red]

OMG SNOW!!!

Ray will take this as the Universe's apology for his episode last week. A beautiful good six inches or more of snow. Universe, apology accepted.

He's just standing on the sidelines, watching, because it's been a while since he was in a fight of any kind, even with something harmless like snowballs. Oh he'd LOVE to play, but paranoia dies hard, and he really has no desire to see the inside of a hospital again so soon.

It might take a bit of arm-twisting to get him to join in, but not much.

Or maybe a snowball to the face.

[wots_her_name]

Penny loves snow, but she's not really good with just joining into a snowball fight on her own so when she sees someone else who is just watching for now, she walks over to him and smiles, a little.

"Hi! Did you... want to join in, too? I'd rather go in with a team. I'm more of a team player and kind of a horrible shot, which is not a very convincing way to get you to join my team, but..." She smiles, again, and just.... forces herself to stop babbling.

[carmine_the_red]

It takes a belated second for Ray to realize there is somebody talking to him. A girl somebody, in fact.

"Oh, um sure," he agrees automatically because girls tend to fluster him. Just a little.

[wots_her_name]

"Great!" Penny exclaims, smiling more brightly now that she's gotten him to agree and not just look at her like she's crazy.

She touches his arm softly and inclines her head toward the fight.

"We can pick up a snowball on our way, pick out our targets, and go! If we stay close enough, we can cover each others backs!"

[hereigomumbling]

There is a snow leopard cub frolicking in the snow.

No, seriously. It's very cute, considering the cub is still small enough that it's got the awkward toppling over tendency still. He is interested in the fact that the people are throwing snow.

Well, okay, technically, he's bounding and stopping every so often to figure out if maybe he could throw snowballs himself. And then he gets distracted by things moving and is off bounding again.

Well, at least he's not a meerkat.

[hesourhostage]

Andrew has apparently been labeled 'The One Everyone Should Throw Snowballs At,' which would be annoying if it weren't kinda hilarious, but he's been trying to regain the advantage without much luck.

Oh hey, snow leopard cub. He... Really wishes he could find that strange. A plan forms in his head and immediately he grabs the cub and holds it up in what might be some very mock homage to that iconic scene from The Lion King.

"You wouldn't throw snow at someone with a kitten, would you?" He demands at Piper who is looking very much like she's got another snowball with his name on it.

"Awww!" Piper gleefits for a moment and then promptly tosses the snowball at Andrew's face and merrily trots away, leaving Andrew holding the snow leopard.

"You're totally a person, aren't you?" He frowns, looking down at the cub in his hands. "'Cause that's just awkward enough to be true."

Because... Snow leopards are totally native to this part of Illinois. Yeah.

[hereigomumbling]

Billy gives him a look intelligent enough to be Yeah, I am, but it's no big. He bats at Andrew gently. If Andrew puts him down, he can go get identifying identification! Or something less... alliterative and redundant.

[hesourhostage]

Andrew puts him down, because... Well, if it's a person, there's probably some sort of etiquette about not holding them... Or something. And besides if he puts down the snow leopard, he can gather more snow and start plotting his upheaval of Piper and Aubrey's REIGN OF TERROR.

[shealone_stands]

Buffy is a child of southern California, and inexperienced with snowball fights, but she is not going to pass up the chance to play in the snow. She came down after hearing all the shrieking and... well, there's really only one response to this sort of thing.

She's being very careful not to throw these things as hard as she can, because with Slayer strength even snowballs could be nasty, but a few people might get smacked with loose snowballs while Buffy charges in. She's going to be very cold very soon (IT IS FREEZING, which she supposes is kind of the point), and she doesn't care.

[archangelet]

See, Buffy, there are only so many snowballs you can throw before Tay, in the grand tradition of archangels everywhere (or at least in Boston), decides that you need to become intimate with a snow bank.

So with a loud whooping war cry, Tay tackles her second victim of the day.

[shealone_stands]

Buffy lets out a startled squeak, but she rolls as she falls, and ends up on top of Tay, grinning down at her. And then... oh, friend. In which case the tackling is less surprising. "Shouldn't you be on my side?"

[archangelet]

Tay does not at all mind being the one in the snowbank with the California girl on top of her. She knows Buffy is a huge wimp gets cold easily. She grins back. "Sides? There aren't sides in snow wars, B, there's you and there's everyone else!"

To emphasize her point, she grabs a handful of snow and shoves it in Buffy's face.